Chapter 320 The dark moon and high wind kill the night!
At this point, Blitzbush paused and asked, "But is this subordinate you sent out reliable?"
In this day and age, communication is inconvenient, and there is not much point in him staying in the hotel. It would be better for them to act together, at least there will be more people to look after each other.
Britz Oden nodded without hesitation and said, "Don't worry, this man has been serving our family since his father's generation. He has been with me for six years and has never made any mistakes. He is absolutely trustworthy."
Blitzbush nodded, and after a moment of silence, he said, "If that's the case, then we should all go out tonight, but we must make plans for retreat and support."
Britz Oden said, "Okay, I trust you on this, you make the plan."
After confirming the action for tonight, all members of the Blitz family in Hong Kong Island immediately started to work.
At the same time, a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner put down the phone in his hand and immediately put on a flattering expression, saying, "How is it, big guys, my performance is not bad, right?"
Aji shook his hair and kept repeating the action of throwing the dagger. The blade flashed with cold light, which made the foreigner feel cold all over.
Every time the ball was caught and thrown, the hearts of the foreigners watching almost stopped.
At the same time, he kept praying to God in his heart, hoping that during the next catching and throwing process, Aji's palm would be stabbed, and it would be best if he would become disabled for life.
Unfortunately, the foreigner’s wish is destined to never come true.
After catching the dagger, Aji put it into the scabbard at his waist and said slowly: "Very good, you are a person who knows how to deal with things. I hope you can cooperate well at night."
The ghost nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I know what to do."
"After all this is done, you will keep your promise and let me go, right?"
Aji gave a meaningful smile and said, "Of course, I swear in the name of God."
In a place like Hong Kong Island, trying to find out Brother Hao's whereabouts is tantamount to seeking death.
What's more, as soon as the Blitz family checked into the Peninsula Hotel, they were tipped off by the hotel manager. From then on, all the actions of the personnel were carried out under the surveillance of Aji and others.
Not only where they go every day, but even how many dishes they eat in a meal and how many bottles of beer they drink are all known by Aji's department.
Under such circumstances, even if the other party was Zhuge Liang still alive, there would be no room for maneuver at all.
What's more, the other party is an arrogant foreigner. Although Blitzbush is a little smarter, he can't change the final result.
Time soon passed and it was evening, and the members of the Blitz family arrived at the villa mentioned in the intelligence on time.
Blitzcrank was wearing a tactical uniform, and so were the other members of the Blitzcrank family.
He picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and looked towards the villa.
There were two guards at the gate of the villa, and two Rolls-Royces parked in the yard. Although the lights were bright inside the villa, it was not possible to see much information because of the curtains.
After a long while, Britz Oden put down the telescope in his hand, lowered his voice, and said, "It seems that the intelligence should be true. Judging from this situation, Lin Zehao should be in the villa."
"There are probably about a dozen guards in plain sight. As for the secret sentries, judging from the number of vehicles, there should be no more than 20 of them."
"We now have fifty people, which gives us a slight advantage in numbers. As for weapons and equipment, I'm sure they are definitely not as good as ours."
As he spoke, Britz Oden showed off the Thompson submachine gun in his hand. Judging from the details, it should be a later modified M1928A model.
Although this is an antique that has experienced the Second World War, it is a representative of age-resistant and strong.
In the hands of the American mafia, this submachine gun is the famous Chicago typewriter!
Fifty members of the Blitz family, holding fifty Chicago typewriters!
In addition, everyone carried a Colt M1911 and a standard military dagger.
Armed to this degree, Britz Oden was indeed entitled to be proud of himself.
This also indirectly illustrates the ability of the Blitz family.
After all, this is not their family’s base, the Austrian Federation, but Hong Kong Island where they are completely unfamiliar with the place!
Unfortunately, they chose the wrong opponent from the very beginning!
Britz Oden said, "Well, I will lead thirty-five people to attack, and you will lead the remaining fifteen people to support us from outside. If there is any movement, you will inform us."
Blitzbush thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay, leave it to me."
After finishing speaking, Britz Oden pulled up his black mask, held the submachine gun in both hands, crouched down, and slowly walked towards the villa.
Dressed in black, she is the best protective color in this silent night.
The other family members followed suit, following him closely without making any sound, just like night owls.
It not only ensures that the distance is not too close, but also ensures that if any unexpected situation occurs, they can be responded to in the first time. The distance can be said to be just right.
Obviously, these members of the Blitz family have all undergone certain professional training.
I don’t know when it started, but the originally bright moonlight was blocked by a dark cloud.
The darkness becomes even darker.
After seeing this scene, Blitzbush's uneasiness subsided a little.
"There is an old saying in China: A dark and windy night is a good time to kill people."
"It seems that even God wants Lin Zehao to die."
As he spoke, Blitzbush raised the telescope in his hand and found that Blitz Oden had successfully climbed over the unsecured railing on one side.
Afterwards, the other members did not encounter any trouble during the climbing process.
Seeing this scene, Blitzbush subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Everyone, cheer up and don't take it lightly!"
After Blitzbush said this, he continued to watch the movements of the commandos through the telescope, and only put down the telescope when they all entered the villa.
At this moment, a cold wind happened to blow, and Blitzbush suddenly realized that such a long time had passed since he gave the order, but he had not received any response.
This discovery made Blitzbush break out in a cold sweat, instantly soaking his clothes.
A possibility has already appeared in his mind.
Blitzbush suppressed his inner fear and turned back very slowly, but his finger had already been on the trigger of the Chicago typewriter.
The moment he turned around, he saw a scene that made him extremely terrified.
A pair of blue eyes just met his eyes!
At this moment, Blitzbush felt that his heart had even stopped beating!
The hair stood up instantly and goose bumps covered every corner of the body!
"Fuck, what are you doing?"
"Why didn't you say anything when I was talking just now?"
"Do you know that you will scare people to death if you do this?"
Blitzbush slapped his deputy. Even if he was usually well-mannered, he couldn't keep his composure when faced with such a fatal shock!
Only God knows that in the previous moment, his soul even became a little solidified!
"Before we set off, didn't you tell us not to speak loudly..."
“So, we didn’t say anything…”
The deputy covered his slightly red and swollen face and spoke with great grievance.
Blitzbush didn't care about that and said immediately: "Next time I give an order, you must say I have received it, even if your voice is low. You can't be silent. Is that clear?"
The deputy quickly said: "Got it!"
Blitzbush ignored him and stood up, saying, "You guys stay alert. I'm going to take care of my physiological needs."
"Roger that!"
The deputy's voice was a little louder this time, and Blitzbush scolded him again: "Don't be so loud!"
Looking at the other person's receding back, the deputy muttered inwardly, "You superiors have said everything. No matter what we do, we will only be scolded..."
At this time, a hand slowly rested on his shoulder, and he said without turning his head, "Stop making trouble, go to the alert quickly, didn't you see that you were angry just now?"
The only thing that responded to him was a Mitsubishi bayonet, which was covered with a special coating to ensure that it would not be exposed due to reflections when performing tasks.
"Puchi!" The sound of the sword piercing the flesh was heard, and the deputy subconsciously covered his neck, looking at the blood on his hands, and felt the biting cold.
He wanted to struggle desperately, but found that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, and even his throat could only make hoarse sounds.
"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."
General Peng pulled out his spear, slowly lowered his deputy's body back to the ground, and consoled him softly.
Since following Brother Hao, he not only married Pepe smoothly, but also truly owned his own house and had a warm home.
No longer have to live on the edge of a knife like before.
Peng's personality also gradually became more cheerful from being withdrawn at the beginning.
Although he was still cold and silent in front of strangers, he could tell a few jokes from time to time in front of people he knew in the community.
Although, they are all cold jokes and not funny.
However, Peng still seemed to be enjoying it.
Every day when he gets home from work, he can drink the soup cooked by Pepe. For Peng, this is the happiest moment of the day.
Peng understood that this kind of life was brought to them by Brother Hao.
Moreover, he knew that there were many people in Hutchison who had similar experiences as him.
A large number of people did not originally want to be gangsters, but due to a series of coincidences, they ended up with what they have today.
Ever since Brother Hao came to power, they have had the option of making money.
For those members who don’t want to be idiots, this is definitely a choice that can change their destiny!
Although, in name they are still members of the society, those underworld affairs have nothing to do with them anymore.
Therefore, they are all grateful to Brother Hao, which is also one of the reasons why they are so devoted to Brother Hao!
No matter who it is, as long as they are against Brother Hao, they are destroying their happy life and the beauty they have!
If anyone dares to harm Brother Hao, they still have the courage to pick up the machete!
What Blitz family? Even if he is the Governor of Hong Kong, they will kill him without hesitation!
Peng was certainly not fighting alone. The team he brought, each holding a three-edged bayonet, was repeating the actions just now!
Although these members of the Blitz family have received certain professional training, they are still not good enough in front of a real killer like Peng.
Not only did the fifteen people not show any resistance, they didn't even make a loud noise!
Just like that, he died in the silence of the night!
The smell of blood soon drifted in all directions with the help of the breeze.
Blitzbush shook himself off, shuddered, and put his pants on.
At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fishy smell, the smell of blood!
"No! Something happened!"
Blitzbush said inwardly, and wanted to pick up the Chicago typewriter beside him, but unfortunately, he was still a step too slow!
"Don't move, or I don't mind sending you to see God."
The three-edged bayonet in Peng's hand was pressed against Blitzbush's neck. With just a slight force, the skin was pierced and bright red blood flowed out.
Two younger brothers also came out from the bushes nearby, holding Browning High Power rifles with silencers on top.
After feeling the pain, Blitzbush wisely raised his hands and gave up the completely unnecessary resistance.
"Who are you? Lin Zehao's subordinates?" With Blitzbush's intelligence, he easily thought of this, but he was still a little unwilling, so he asked.
Peng did not speak, but watched the two younger brothers tie up Blitzbush's hands and feet with high-strength cable ties, and then said meaningfully: "We never explain to the weak."
"As for you, you will know when the time comes."
Blitzbush was about to say something when a ball-shaped object was stuffed into his mouth. There were ropes tied at both ends and it was tied behind his head very securely.
With this thing, even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, all he could make was a humming sound.
Just as Blitzbush was about to struggle, he saw a needle in Peng's hand. He touched the blood vessel in his neck and stabbed it.
He was dazed and vaguely heard Peng's voice, "This is a dose that can paralyze an elephant. Don't resist in vain..."
Almost in the blink of an eye, Blitzbush's head became dizzy and he fell asleep, unconscious.
Britz Oden in the villa had no idea what was happening outside. He divided his 35 men into two teams and acted separately.
They walked very lightly, and even communicated with each other through gestures.
Unfortunately, what they thought was perfect turned out to be just like clowns trying to attract attention in the eyes of Aji who was well prepared.
Aji looked at his watch and said to the younger brother beside him: "Let's do it. If it's any later, it will probably disturb Brother Hao's rest."
"Except for that Britz Oden, try to keep him alive. Kill all the others and send them to the Yuen Long Cement Factory to be sealed and sunk in the sea. I have already made arrangements with the factory manager there."
The younger brothers nodded and said, "Understood, Brother Ji."
Just as Blitz Oden led the team onto the second floor, the villa, which had been dimly lit, suddenly became brightly lit!
At this moment, the lights in all the rooms and corridors lit up!
This sudden change made every member of the Blitz family look shocked and horrified!
"Don't panic!"
Britz Oden subconsciously said something to comfort him, but before he could finish, a crackling sound was heard outside the villa!
"Gunshot, get down!"
Britz Oden shouted, and the rest of the family members also subconsciously lay on the ground with their heads buried low.
But after waiting for a while, they found something wrong. The sound didn't sound like a gunshot.
At this time, a few brave people raised their heads and saw the beautiful fireworks blooming in the sky outside the window at the first sight.
"It's not gunshots, it's fireworks, someone is setting off fireworks!"
"Look, there are so many kinds of fireworks, and they are so beautiful!"
After hearing these words, all the people lying down stood up subconsciously, stretched their necks, and looked at the fireworks blooming outside the window.
"Fireworks? Gunshots?"
"Where's Bush? Not good!"
Before Britz Oden could react, the door on the side of the corridor was opened, and an M2 Browning heavy machine gun with a thick protective plate welded on a track appeared in front of everyone!
As we all know, if we talk about which firearm has the most lethality on a large scale, it must be the machine gun!
And among machine guns, the heavy machine gun is the best!
At this distance, the lethality of the heavy machine gun reaches its peak!
Seeing this scene, Blitz Oden's eyes were red with anger and he opened his mouth wide to speak, but no sound came out!
The next second, the Hutchison brother operating the heavy machine gun pulled the trigger!
Ta-da! Ta-da!
From the time the gunfire started to the time it ended, it took only about thirty to forty seconds, and about three hundred bullets were fired!
This firing rate may not be too fast among heavy machine guns, but it is deadly when facing infantry at such a distance!
Not to mention that the people of the Blitz family didn't wear bulletproof vests. Even if they wore the top-level bulletproof plates, they still wouldn't survive a ×99mm caliber bullet!
Looking at the broken limbs in the corridor and the blood on the ground that was about to form a stream, the younger brother in charge of reloading the bullets asked, "Are they all dead?"
The machine gunner jumped off the guardrail, looked into the corridor, and shrugged, "The bodies are all smashed to pieces, not even a complete corpse. If they are not dead yet, there are still RPGs in the warehouse."
The younger brother nodded and said, "I have never seen a foreigner who came all the way here to seek death..."
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(End of this chapter)
