My own war game

Chapter 40 Demonstration
800 meters outside Constantine Villa, on a four-story low building, Gakinson had just put down the telescope in his hand.

"It's my turn now. You take a rest." His partner patted his shoulder from behind and handed him a hot dog.

Gakinson, who was already very hungry, took a bite of the food and took a third of it. He then chewed it with big mouthfuls and asked vaguely, "How many days do we have to watch here? We are professional gunmen, not Hollywood paparazzi."

"Maybe two or three days, maybe a week, maybe longer, God knows, it depends on what the boss means, or do you want to question his decision?" The partner replied expressionlessly.

"Forget it, I still want to live a good life." Gakinson raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, indicating that the topic ended here.

Their boss is very powerful. All Mexican gangs in California have to look to his boss for his approval. He also has a complex network of influence. It is said that even the local police do not dare to provoke him easily.

And such a boss is said to be affiliated with a mysterious organization. He cannot imagine how powerful this organization is.

On his first day, his colleague told him not to make the boss angry, as he would not be able to bear the consequences.

Therefore, although he did not understand, he still conscientiously carried out his boss's orders - to monitor a villa and the two girls inside. In addition to him and his partner, there were at least five groups of people carrying out the same orders.

A drone flew out of the house opposite yesterday. Maybe the people over there sensed something was wrong, but he was very confident that they were all professionals, and if they wanted to hide, a mere drone would not be able to detect it.

Taking another bite of the hot dog in his hand, Gakinson frowned. Although as a sniper he often faced harsh environments and it was common for him to go without food for a day, he was not willing to eat the same thing for every meal if he had a choice.

ding dong~~
The doorbell downstairs rang suddenly.

Gakinson and his partner stood up instantly, drew their weapons from their waists, and looked around vigilantly, but found nothing special.

Slowly walking down the stairs and arriving in front of the door, the two men exchanged glances. After the partner took up cover, Gakinson slowly and cautiously turned the door lock.

The door opened and a visitor in red stood outside, frightened by the two pistols suddenly pointed at his head - it was a pizza delivery man.

A few minutes later, a steaming hot pizza was placed in front of the two people.

"That guy has no weapons and his identity should be correct. He's just an ordinary delivery man," said the partner.

"The shipper's address is the Blue-Eyed Baby Club. Sandra is very thoughtful this time... Look, my favorite little mushrooms are added on it. Let's eat it quickly." Gakinson urged.

"Wait, when we were on surveillance duty, the headquarters sent us food via takeout. It feels a bit suspicious. We should be cautious. Should we contact Sandra?" said the more mature partner.

"Don't you know that woman has been in a bad mood recently? I don't want to offend her. If you are worried, find something to try again."

The two men finally found a stray dog ​​nearby, fed it a small piece of pizza, and after finding that it was fine, they each enjoyed their lunch.

"Well, this pizza tastes good, especially these little mushrooms are really delicious. I feel like I can eat a whole portion..." Gakinson muttered.

In less than half an hour, the two people's vision became "colorful".
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In the secret room of the Blue Eyed Baby Dance Club, several minions were lying on the ground with confused eyes and unnatural smiles on their flushed faces.

"That's it. Each of the six surveillance teams received this takeaway pizza, two of which were mixed with this hallucinogenic mushroom. However, our people have tested it and it has no effect on the body except for short-term hallucinations." Mexican dancer Sandra reported beside her boss. "Are you sure it was done by someone in the villa?" Pierce confirmed with his assistant.

"We have checked the delivery call and confirmed that it was made from inside the villa." Sandra whispered, "Boss, the other party is provoking us."

"Of course it's a provocation, but I'm starting to like this guy. He shows his strength appropriately in front of his partners, but not too much, so as to gain better bargaining chips for himself. Old guy Du Wei has found a good student." Pierce was not angry but analyzed the matter with good interest.

What the young disciple wanted to say was simple: "Don't push me too far. I know where your people are. This time I sent you a few pizzas, but next time I can send you bombs."

"Okay, I do feel his sincerity. Let's contact him and ask him to come over quickly," Pierce said.

"But... he's already here," Sandra told her boss hesitantly.

"Coming? When? Why is there no movement from the front?" Pierce was a little puzzled. The other party had arrived a long time ago but did not report it. His men should not be so lazy.

"He...he's from...there." Sandra lowered her voice and named a place.

Pierce's expression changed instantly. He was no longer as calm as before, but became solemn - He Chi came out from the exit of his secret passage.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Anyone who does his job will leave a way out for himself. Therefore, in addition to the commonly used exits, there is also a secret passage in the base that only he and a very small number of his confidants know about.

He was pretty sure that the Oriental man was not included.

He didn't care if his minions ate something they shouldn't have, but if the escape route he had reserved was controlled by others, it would mean that if he did anything out of line, the other party would be able to retaliate more violently.

That oriental kid was able to come in so brazenly this time, next time he will be able to fill the secret passage with gas and then use a match to make himself fly on a homemade plane.

At this moment, this Chinese man is even more dangerous than his teacher.

The door opened, and in the secret basement, Pierce saw He Chi holding a toolbox.

"Your teacher seems to have taught you a lot of things, including land exploration?" Pierce said with a double meaning.

"I'm just lucky." He Chi smiled and did not respond directly. He knew that the effect he wanted had been achieved.

"Can we go to the patient? I'm ready." He Chi raised the medical box in his hand and tactfully stopped demonstrating against Pierce.

In the medical room, He Chi, who had been disinfected and put on a uniform, took a deep breath and took out a scalpel he had prepared.

A gold coin disappeared from his palm.

Surgical Scalpel Control V3!

(End of this chapter)