Chapter 140: Heavy rain (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)

Chapter 140 Heavy Rain (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

 Xu Chuan was holding a .300BLK caliber SIG516 short-barreled assault rifle, with a 6-inch barrel and a silencer. The length was ridiculously short. Even if the lever-type PDW telescopic stock was fully drawn out, it did not exceed 75 centimeters.

Including the 30-round magazine, it weighs almost 3 kilograms. It is as light as holding nothing in the hand. This is a standard weapon selected some time ago based on the opinions of most front-line personnel. The .300BLK caliber is specially used for Come to check the whistle.

 When using this kind of bullet, you don’t need to change the bolt, only the barrel. It is even compatible with the 5.56×45mm NATO magazine. You just need to be careful not to install it wrong, otherwise it will definitely explode.

"This is too light." Xu Chuan gestured with it in his hand. Compared with the FAL he used before, it was almost as light as nothing. "And this gun stock, how can this thing hit someone?"

“Boss, this is a gun, not a cold weapon.” Curtis held the same firearm as Xu Chuan’s in his hand with one hand, and was very puzzled by this guy’s idea of ​​always wanting to hit people with the **** of his gun.

“You know nothing, that’s art.” Xu Chuan had long wanted to complain. The weight of the MK18 is actually about the same as this, but the SOPMOD **** can still knock someone over. What a joke.

“Boss, you must have some misunderstanding about art.”

 Fortunately, these accessories can be replaced. Xu Chuan finally replaced it with a SOPMOD gun stock, which at least provided some comfort.

Both teams carried an improved Crow drone, and the seven people were divided into two groups. The manpower was obviously much more cramped, and it was impossible to set up a sniper position.

 Fortunately, this kind of drone can be controlled from a distance through satellite signals, allowing Birkhoff and NIKI to help observe the surrounding situation in Morocco.

Of course, it is unlikely that this group of gangsters will set up observers at a distance. This is just a precaution. Never underestimate your opponents at any time during the war.

Dark night shrouds the sky over Paris, and it has been raining lightly since the evening. It has not stopped at all, but is getting heavier and heavier.

There is a huge construction site on the edge of Province 93. The workers have stopped working because of the rain. There is a row of simple prefabricated houses in the corner. There are several guards with fierce faces standing at the door. Dozens of workers are here braving the rain. Queue up.

Everyone took out cash in exchange for a number written on paper. Within a few minutes, dozens of people had already walked in one after another. A man with a scar on his face came out, arranging his clothes, and the guard came out. He took out a large amount of cash and handed it to him.

"Be careful, this is the last night. We must dispose of those goods tomorrow." He is the person in charge of this construction site, and the goods he talks about are the dozens of girls in these wooden houses.

Several guards agreed one after another. After the person in charge walked away, they looked at each other and looked inside with gleaming eyes, thinking that there should be something else to play before solving the problem.

Whenever night falls, workers on the construction site and some people nearby will come here to have some fun. This underground women's branch has been open for a while. If something went wrong, he really doesn't want to close it. You have to know this place. Each of his girls earns him hundreds of euros in profit every day.

Of course, the money is not his, not all of it, but the more the gang makes, the more money he will share. But there has been a big trouble in the past two days. Marco and the others all died overnight, and even Marco survived. No dead people, no corpses.

In any case, there is a high possibility that someone will be watching here, so after he contacted Marco’s father, he decided to get rid of the goods tomorrow and go back to Albania to hide for a while.

With a worried look on his face, this man pulled up the hood of his clothes and ran into the rain. He turned around a mound and found the office at the construction site. There were also several gang members here, all gathered here because of Marco's disappearance. Everyone was very stressed. I don't even have the heart to have fun in the work shed anymore.

He lowered his head and pushed open the office door, patting the rain on his body, "It's raining harder and harder, but it's okay, we can erase all the traces. If you want to play, go quickly, you won't have the chance tomorrow. "

His words surprisingly did not elicit any response. He raised his head in confusion. The last scene in front of him was a room full of corpses and a black gun with a flaming muzzle.

As he said, rain can eliminate many traces. This is true. Dark night and heavy rain are natural barriers for the three of Xu Chuan. Before this, the three of them had cleaned up gang members in several rooms. Their identities were very important. Easy to identify, ordinary people don't carry guns with them.

Even the usual patrols don’t want to come out in this kind of weather. No one will care about what happened in this simple room and the dead bodies in a short time.

Curtis walked out of the room, thoughtfully turned off the lights and closed the door. The three of them did not have any communication. They listened to Birkhoff reporting on the surrounding situation through the headphones, hiding in the shadows and moving toward the next target.

Three guards were still chatting and laughing at the door of the mobile house. The awning above blocked the heavy rain and kept the place dry.

They exchanged certain experiences with each other and thought about going inside to do some practical operations later. Various thoughts made the three of them excited on this rainy night, and they did not notice that the three black figures had arrived opposite them.

Three versus three, the targets were easily distributed. A thunder sounded. Three guards had been shot in the head and fell to the ground. Xu Chuan and the other three quickly ran over and each fired two shots.

"Drive out the guests inside and kill all those who resist." Xu Chuan lowered his gun and stared at the door of this simple wooden house. There was no sound insulation equipment, and the various sounds inside were clearly audible, "I I won’t go in, I’m afraid I’ll kill all the scum inside.”

The rain slid off the bonny hats on the heads of the three people. There was no expression on the painted faces, but anyone who knew Xu Chuan knew that he could really do it, but this is Paris, France, and a few gangsters have died. It doesn't matter if the elements are involved, but if all the female ticket holders and customers are also dead, it will really be a big case.

Curtis and Swager nodded, carefully opened the door, and slowly walked in. Xu Chuan looked at the two figures and sighed softly.

He pointed the gun at the door and couldn't let the people inside run away. It would cause trouble to the police. Although there was a high probability that these people would not call the police, who knew if they would encounter a brainless child and just let them run away. These people are so cheap.

There were several gunshots inside. The sound was very soft. Even without the heavy rain outside, people would not think it was gunshots. The effect of the .300BLK bullet with a silencer was pretty good.

There was chaos inside. A guy who ran out with his pants pulled up was hit on the head by Xu Chuan with the **** of a gun. He screamed and fell to the ground.

Xu Chuan curled his lips in disgust, it was too frivolous.

 (End of this chapter)