Chapter 70: Someone Lost Their Life, Someone Lost Their Money

The deserter hitman saw Jimmy at a glance. He threw away the newspaper in his hand and stood by the side of the road waiting to cross the street. His gaze was fixed on Jimmy, who was waiting for a car at the company entrance.

He knew that those people around him must be Jimmy's companions, but this was also the best time to act.

Because the other party definitely wouldn't think that when he had so many people on his side, someone would actually assassinate him.

This is a psychological blind spot. When people have a full sense of security, even if danger has already pressed against their asshole, they can't feel it, and might even feel very comfortable, the warmth from their brothers.

It is very prosperous here, there are many people on the road, and the architectural layout is also very complex. The deserter hitman hadn't done nothing this week, but had done many things.

Besides helping those girls who needed help in the vicinity every day, he figured out the distribution of these alleys and found the most reasonable escape route, and ran it back and forth several times.

In two dead-end alleys, he had already placed some equipment for escape, such as hanging a rope down from a wall three meters high.

When he ran here, he could jump up and grab the rope, then climb onto the wall, and then pull the rope and jump down from the other side. Thus, even if the people chasing him could build a human ladder to climb over, they would have to wait for a while.

He also tried the pistol the contact had given him, a Mauser semi-automatic pistol he had heard of, and test-fired it in a place where no one was around.

Every day he would familiarize himself with his firearm, and also wipe the bullets.

On the Imperial battlefield, he had encountered situations where bullets misfired. Those bullets looked like they lacked maintenance, and might even have been soaked in water.

In that battle, more than half of their side died. Almost everyone misfired after firing two shots, which made them unable to effectively form a firepower net.

So he was very sensitive to this and cared very much. Every day he would use gun oil to wipe those bullets, letting them maintain a clean and bright appearance.

Just looking at it made people feel pleasing to the eye.

Everything he did was for today.

This road leads to the first pier, and there is a lot of traffic. He calculated many things, but he didn't calculate that it would take so much time to cross the street.

One car after another. Seeing that cars had already driven out from the alley next to the Brotherhood Import and Export Company, and Jimmy and his companions had also walked to the side of the road.

Seeing that the other party's car was already close to Jimmy's group, if he didn't go over, they might leave. The deserter hitman hesitated for a moment and decided to execute the assassination today.

He had already delayed for a week, the contact was already a bit impatient, and he also believed that as a veteran, dealing with an ordinary person shouldn't be a problem.

These people can't carry a bunch of weapons with them, right?

So he seized the opportunity and ran directly across the road to the opposite side, and this action was obviously very dangerous.

A car almost hit the deserter hitman who was running across the road. The driver honked the horn wildly, and this horn sound also attracted Jimmy, who was standing by the side of the road bragging.

He turned his head and looked at the person who was running across the road. At this time, he was only about fifteen or sixteen meters away from the other party.

As luck would have it, he was looking at that person, and that person was also looking at him. Just with this eye contact, the deserter hitman thought he had already been exposed.

His hand reached directly into his bosom, which is absolutely the number one dangerous action in the Federation.

If you do this in front of the police, they can even shoot you directly without warning you in advance!

So Jimmy and the people around him immediately noticed this. As a senior cadre living in a world of guns and fire, Jimmy's crisis awareness was still very strong.

He didn't care whether the other party was drawing a gun or not, and directly pulled out the weapon from behind his waist, then aimed at the deserter hitman and pulled the trigger directly.

And the deserter hitman's pistol was also drawn, and he pulled the trigger at the same time.

He could see the first bullet hit Jimmy directly, but when he was ready to fire the second shot, it jammed!

He hurriedly dodged while ejecting the bullet and fought back.

The other party's firepower was too damn fierce, far exceeding his imagination. Not only were Jimmy's group firing, but people coming out of the company gate were also firing!

In less than two seconds, the sound of gunfire rang out, crackling!

In an instant, the deserter hitman had the illusion of returning to the battlefield!

Is this the Federation?

No, this is the Imperial trench. The other party's firepower is as fierce as the insurgents!

Poli, who was asking a friend from the Red Dog Gang about Jobav in the office, was startled. He directly pulled open the drawer, took out the submachine gun inside, and stood against the wall by the window, regardless of whether the phone was hung up or not.

He took the time to glance down quickly and then retracted his head. Although it was just a quick glance of less than a second, he also saw the situation below.

A guy was running toward the alley on the other side of the road while shooting. Poli didn't know this person, but he knew that the direction this person was firing was the first floor of the company.

Firing at his company, it must be an enemy!

He directly opened the window and pulled the trigger at the guy who had already crawled to the other side of the road, the tongue of fire spraying bullets wildly.

The deserter hitman, who had completely stopped considering whether he had killed Jimmy or not and only wanted to escape, had only one thought at this time: run!

Just as he had run to the other side of the road and was about to enter the alley, suddenly someone seemed to push him, almost making him fall to the ground.

But he quickly found his body balance and ran quickly into the alley of the scheduled plan.

As long as he can escape this time, he will return to the Empire overnight!

He thought so while running. He felt that he had shed a lot of sweat, and even changed a magazine during the period.

This gun had nine bullets and misfired twice, which made him very angry.

If Jimmy didn't die, this gun had to take the main responsibility.

As he ran, his footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he even felt like he couldn't move!

These Federals are really damn arrogant and rampant. Not only did they fight in the street in broad daylight, but they also had submachine guns to strafe themselves!

The deserter hitman felt for the first time that he had been deceived, deceived by the peace, tranquility, and friendliness promoted by the Federal government, and also deceived by those at home who promoted that the Federation had no smoke and no danger!

But it was too late to realize this at this time. Footsteps of people chasing came from the alley entrance, and there were also people shouting.

He wiped the sweat on his face, leaned against the wall, and moved forward step by step, occasionally firing back to block the pursuers.

But after firing two shots, it suddenly misfired again. The clicking sound made him at a loss.

He couldn't care whether this gun could be used or not, threw the gun on the ground with force, and continued to run forward with effort.

He looked back and vaguely saw a bright red trail on the ground following him.

"I was shot?"

The moment this thought appeared, a sense of dizziness struck, and he could no longer control himself and fell to the ground.

Jimmy chased over from a distance, clutching his arm. Seeing that the person had already fallen to the ground, he walked over while firing at the person. By the time he walked to the deserter hitman's side, this guy was already dead through and through.

"Fuck you," he raised his foot and kicked hard at the person's face. The danger disappeared, and the tension brought by adrenaline began to recede. He began to feel pain.

He was shot in the shoulder socket. He didn't feel anything before, but now it hurts like hell!

His henchmen pulled him, "The police are coming soon, Jimmy. Let's go treat your gunshot wound first."

Jimmy glanced at the corpse on the ground, turned around, and left with his brothers. This is the Brotherhood Gang. Facing danger, no one flinched!

A few minutes later, a large number of police cars arrived here and blocked the nearby streets.

The Criminal Investigation Unit sent two officers directly. When they parked the car outside the Brotherhood Import and Export Company, they knew this case was not easy to handle.

Sure enough, before they could speak, three young people stood out with their hands raised high, actively pleading guilty.

"Someone just fired at us, and we fought back. I think I hit him. This is the gun I used."

The officer scratched his forehead looking at the submachine gun on the ground he was pointing at. This was not just a surrender, but a warning, a deterrent.

Officer Hunter, one of the two officers from the Criminal Investigation Unit who arrived at the scene, patted his colleague's arm and then went directly into the company.

He had dealt with Poli before.

Poli knew someone would come to find him, so he was already standing on the bar counter, holding good wine, "Brandy or whiskey?"

Hunter hesitated for a moment, "You guys always make it look like this, and it's hard for us to explain to the citizens."

"Then whiskey." Poli poured two glasses of wine indifferently and handed one over, "So I specifically arranged for three people to take the blame for you. With an explanation, the public won't keep pestering."

Hunter took the wine glass helplessly and took a sip. The whiskey with ice cubes was easier to enter, and it seemed to have a feeling of iced mint, which was very comfortable.

"Poli, I told you last time, don't fucking fight in the street. There are too many witnesses, and the influence is very large. Sometimes we can't suppress the curiosity of those above at all."

"Do you know how much energy we need to spend to wipe your ass?"

"You can't always be so unscrupulous. Even if you really want to kill someone, can you go to Angel Lake to solve it like those big families?"

Poli took out a checkbook, filled in a number, and handed it over, "Is it still troublesome?"

Hunter looked at the number on the check and pushed his hair, "I didn't mean that..."

Poli wrote another check, "So?"

Hunter took a deep breath, and his tone became much softer, "For the sake of us being friends, don't give me any more trouble!"

After seeing Hunter off, Poli paced back and forth a few times, "Go find Jimmy and bring him to me, immediately!" ===== CHAPTER 71 =====