"Where's my old friend?!"
Adrian was in a good mood today.
As he walked into the musty tunnel, he was completely unaware that he was actually about to face major trouble.
"I heard he's in the loading room," Azhar said with a shrug, staying by his side. "He seed very anxious."
"Is that so?" Adrian was sowhat surprised. "My friend doesn't strike as an impatient person."
Chatting along the way, Adrian arrived at the entrance of the loading room; everyone entering had to wear a gas mask, and he was no exception.
After putting on the mask, the door was opened. Adrian walked in first, leading the way into the loading room.
"Old friend!"
A person wearing a gas mask ca towards him, arms outstretched.
The man spoke in English.
Adrian did not recognize the voice.
As he was still puzzled, suddenly there was a noise from behind.
He whirled around to see soone standing behind the door, staring at him, pointing ahead.
"Who are you?"
A sense of foreboding surged up instantly.
"Sothing's not right..."
He reached for the pistol at his waist as quickly as he could.
Just at that mont, sothing hard pressed against his chest.
Before he could turn around, two 9mm warheads pierced through his chest.
Azhar, still not reacting, saw two blood holes burst through Adrian's back, blood spurting out as he imdiately collapsed to the ground.
The person who had co up to greet him now aid the gun at him.
"No..."
Before he could plead, Song Heping had already pulled the trigger.
Bang—
The bullet went through Azhar's head, splattering Mist who was behind the door with blood.
"FUCK! Watch where you're shooting! You almost hit !"
He yelped in alarm.
The people in the loading room were stunned.
The deputy, Hula, was holding two bricks of cocaine. Seeing Song Heping suddenly draw a gun and kill two people, he was bewildered.
By the ti he thought to reach for a gun, he realized he didn't bring one.
Indeed.
He really didn't have a gun.
All along, he had guards with him, and this was his own territory.
Who would have thought to carry a gun?
It was all too late.
He seed to understand then.
These two n were not their clients at all.
Not the Boss Han who ca from Gilan wanting to take the goods.
It was just these two slow seconds, Song Heping had already turned his gun towards him.
"Han..."
He managed to utter just a word before Song Heping's bullet arrived.
Bang—
Hula fell backwards, collapsing rigidly to the ground, instantly lifeless.
A worker from the Revolutionary Brigade in the loading room finally was the first to spring forward.
But not quicker than a bullet.
Song Heping aid his gun at him and fired.
Bang—
Another man went down.
The remaining loading workers were completely panicked now.
The braver ones shouted and rushed forward, while the timid ones hid in the corners.
Song Heping showed no rcy, aiming at the few workers rushing at the front and shooting them down.
In such a place, at such a mont, there could be no hesitation.
Everything must be clean and decisive, one bullet had to kill one person.
While Song Heping was clearing the area with gunfire, Mist had already pounced on Adrian's body to retrieve his pistol and bullets.
The two began a massacre in the loading room.
The guards outside, hearing the gunfire, were also confused.
Unable to see inside the workspace, they banged on the door from outside, shouting, "Open the door! Open the door!"
One guard after much delay rembered he had a key, so he reached into his pocket for it.
The normally easy-to-find key was like a mischievous child, elusive when most needed.
He sweated profusely in his urgency.
Seeing this, another guard stepped back a couple of steps, raised his assault rifle to the position of the door lock, and burst forth.
Rat-a-tat—
Rat-a-tat—
Rat-a-tat—
Three bursts later, but the iron door stood solidly unmoved.
"Let do this!"
The guard who couldn't find the key gave up the search.
Since the door lock was already damaged, there was no hope of opening it with a key.
He stepped back several steps, then charged forward, kicking fiercely against the door.
Boom—
The trendous recoil bounced him back more than two ters, nearly causing him to stagger and fall.
"They've locked it from the inside!"
The foolish guard only realized this now, but it seed to be too late.
The gunfire inside the workshop had already ceased.
The guards outside felt a chill down their spines.
The highest leader and the second-in-command of the Revolutionary Brigade were both inside.
Could they be dead?
At that thought, the guard went crazy, raising his gun and firing wildly at the door.
Unfortunately, the 7.62mm warhead was only tickling the steel and wood door.
The mixing room was a very important workshop, so the iron door here was extrely sturdy, designed originally to protect those inside until reinforcents could arrive in case of an accident.
Thus, the steel thickness of these two doors reached a centiter, completely impenetrable unless by a 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun, making it absolutely impossible to breach the gate otherwise.
The whole cave was in an uproar.
Many who heard the gunfire were startled.
The guards in the underground factory began searching to find out what the problem was.
Soon, they located the mixing room.
However, no matter how many people there were, they were helpless in front of the sturdy door.
"Hurry, find a heavy machine gun, RPG works too..."
"No, not the RPG! There's product number 4 inside, a fire would destroy everything here."
"The boss and second-in-command are inside, who cares about the goods! Blow it open first!"
Finally, a junior leader was more clear-headed.
What was the ti to worry about goods?
Saving the boss alive was already a blessing from Allah.
While the guards of the Revolutionary Brigade were in chaos outside the mixing room discussing how to rescue people, Rabbani inside was equally agitated.
Song Heping had acted without giving him any heads up, just starting to shoot as soon as he said so.
In the beginning, it scared him so much that he hastily pressed against the wall and hid in a corner.
It wasn't until Song Heping and Mist had killed everyone in the workshop that he cautiously stood up.
Looking at the bodies on the floor, then at Song Heping changing his magazine, Rabbani suddenly understood sothing.
The Aricans dared to send these two; they were definitely no ordinary people.
From shooting to clearing the room, it took less than a minute.
The action was so fast, describing it as lightning wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Mist squatted next to Adrian's body, beginning to search it.
"Wallet... identification... change... what is this?"
He held sothing that didn't quite look like a card or a chip, and was not quite like an IC card, and showed it to Song Heping.
Song Heping took it and looked at it, but couldn't make sense of it either.
"Stop guessing what it is, and hurry up looking for identification, see if there's anything that can prove identity."
Mist flipped through and finally pocketed the wallet containing Adrian's identification.
Then he went to search the bodies of Azhar and Hula.
According to the usual mission procedure, after killing the target they had to take photographs; if the target was important enough and it was possible to take away the body, they would, or if not, even remove fingerprints and dental records.
There was no cara here, no filming equipnt, so they could only look for identification or other items.
After collecting all the loose items from the three bodies, Mist took out a pen from Adrian's body and randomly found a piece of packaging paper for heroin number 4, sared the fingertips of the corpses with black powder, then pressed their fingerprints onto it.
While pressing, he also chuckled, "Fingerprint powder as identity proof, this is too unique..."
Ding ding ding—
Ding ding ding—
Gunfire erupted outside.
Song Heping knew that ordinary assault rifle bullets couldn't penetrate the door, but his eyebrows twitched a few tis.
"Hurry up! Are you done!?"
"Done! It's done!"
Mist finally stood up.
"Right, have you thought about how we're going to escape?"
He quickly asked Song Heping.
Song Heping said, "What do you think?"
"How would I know!?" Mist shouted, "I'm just assisting you, you're the lead!"
The back and forth between the two made Rabbani's scalp tingle.
"You didn't plan an escape before killing?!"
He thought these two were not right in the head.
Nobody does this.
They're really insane, aren't they?!
Isn't this courting death?
"Too bad my locator fell into the cesspit, otherwise..." Mist said regretfully.
"Stop dreaming."
Song Heping said this while pacing in circles in the workshop.
The table was covered with bricks of heroin number 4, and there were boxes of uncompressed powder everywhere.
If these could be shipped out, just the products in this workshop could sell for several million US dollars.
But now, no one cared about these.
Suddenly, Song Heping stopped in a corner.
"What are you doing?!" Mist urged, "They must be going for heavy machine guns; once they get that, we're definitely dead!"
"Co over here and look at this,"
Song Heping pointed to sothing on the wall.
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