Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0369: Pressure
In the next two days, two teams of Peace Doves in New York conducted targeted special training. Before, their goal was to completely destroy the enemy, and when they shot, they shot two shots in the chest and one shot in the head.
But now it is no longer possible. They need to play the role of FBI agents. It would be difficult to explain if they continue to use the Mozambique shooting method, as it would be suspected of murder. They must learn the shooting method that focuses on uniforms.
However, they are not "good students" and will definitely learn very poorly, killing people with one shot.
In February in New York, the average maximum temperature is only around 4 degrees Celsius. The temperature in the morning is even lower, usually around minus three or four degrees Celsius.
But early in the morning, Nan Yi was still sitting on a chair in Central Park, reading a newspaper in his hand. There were three cups of coffee on the chair, and a stack of newspapers next to the coffee. Under the newspapers was a Glock 17 that had just been on the market for a short time.
It is already loaded with 17+1 bullets. A silencer has been installed on the gun head, and the bullet head has been filed to enhance the bullet breaking and tumbling effects. The trigger has also been modified and is lighter. Nan Yi can fire all 18 bullets in 2.43 seconds.
Nan Yi had just finished reading a newspaper when the person he was waiting for arrived.
One is old and the other is middle-aged. The old one is in his sixties or seventies, and the middle-aged one is about forty. The old one looks kind, and the middle-aged one looks very tough. The weather is so cold, and he is not wearing much. There is a dragon head exposed on his neck. It seems that he has a dragon tattoo over his shoulder.
"Sir, you made an appointment with us?"
"Here, sit down first, I will explain it to you slowly." Nan Yi invited the two to sit next to him, and then said seriously: "I am not very good at speaking Mandarin. I think you two can't speak Mandarin either, so I will just use English to express my seriousness."
Nan Yi looked at the older man and said seriously, "I'll just call you Uncle Seven. We have nothing to do with each other. You don't know me, and I don't want to know you.
But this peaceful relationship changed a few days ago. Qiu Chishan wanted to kill you, but hurt my daughter.
I understand that every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. I will naturally go find Qiu Chishan, but you should also give me some compensation."
Nan Yi glanced at Boss Yin Zhankui and said, "Boss Yin, the cause of this matter is that your Ghost Shadow Gang wants to swallow up the Flying Dragon Gang. It can be said that this matter started because of you. Without you, there would be no subsequent events.
So, give me 9 red packets of 8 dollars each, and let's call it a day. Don't be nervous, count to two decimal places, 8, 888, 888.88, I believe that more than 8 million dollars is not a problem for you.
By the way, I don’t want dirty money, I want clean money.”
Nan Yi spread his hands and continued, "Of course, you don't have to give it to me."
"Sir, what is your name?"
Yin Zhankui didn't say anything, but Wu Jiazhao did.
"Nan, you can call me Mr. Nan, or just call me Nan. Of course, in private, most of you will call me bad boy, so the name doesn't matter."
"Okay, I'll call you Mr. Nan." Wu Jiazhao nodded, " Mr. Nan, don't you think your asking price is too high?"
"Is it too much?" Nan Yi shrugged. "Maybe. I told you that Boss Yin doesn't have to give it to me."
Nan Yi said this and made a gesture to the school beauty.
After receiving Nan Yi's signal, the school beauty said into the intercom: "Action!"
On Canal Street, as Johnny shouted "Move", a modified pickup truck broke open the iron gate of a villa; as the iron gate was broken open, snipers on high ground opened fire at the same time, killing several exposed targets in the yard.
The gate of the yard was knocked open, and a team of people with white words "FBI" on their backs entered the yard in an attack formation. The assaulters' guns fired bursts of shots from time to time, killing one target after another.
Professionals beat amateurs, and the team soon pushed forward to the gate of the villa.
As gas masks were put on and tear gas was thrown into the villa, the final outcome was actually already doomed.
One team member took a Remington M870 shotgun and fired two shots at the hinge of the gate. Another team member was about to launch an indiscriminate attack on the gate with an assault rifle, but was stopped by the team leader nearby.
If the gate is full of bullet holes, it will be difficult to explain when the Jade Brigade comes to clean up the mess.
The team leader nodded to the two team members holding police shields, and the two team members walked to the side of the gate, holding up the shields one high and one low, and placed both shields against the gate. The other team members either hid in the dead corner against the wall or hid within the protection range of the shields.
Then one of the team members took an iron rod found in the yard, hid behind a shield, and poked the iron rod at an upward angle on the gate. With a bang, the gate fell down.
Bang, bang, two stun grenades were thrown in. With two explosions, three team members rushed into the villa under the protection of police shields.
Puff, puff, a few gunshots were heard, followed by a few "clear" sounds.
The other three team members entered the building while keeping watch on each other. As the hall was under full control, the remnants of stun grenades on the ground were picked up and stuffed into a tactical backpack.
Continue to advance, room by room, until all "suspected armed personnel" are killed and it is confirmed that the two targets are dead, then the team will immediately evacuate.
After that, the real Emerald Brigade took over.
Tomorrow's newspapers will definitely have a report about the Jade Brigade eliminating a Chinese gang that was also a major drug lord and arms dealer.
Qiu Chishan and Qiu Junjie are both dead, so I guess they wouldn't object to others making their images more awesome and three-dimensional.
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"Nansheng, the operation is over."
In Central Park, the school beauty heard the word "Gameover" on the intercom, so she walked over to Nan Yi and said.
Nan Yi shook his left arm, showing his watch, checked the time, and thought to himself, "7 minutes and 24 seconds. It seems that Peace Dove is still not used to this kind of restricted work. It is necessary to recruit a team from SWAT."
"Boss Yin, Qiu Chishan has just been shot dead by the FBI. Congratulations. You are now the only one in Chinatown." Nan Yi stood up and nodded slightly at Wu Jiazhao. "Uncle Qi, I have something else to do. I'll leave first. You can try the coffee. It's not the instant coffee you buy on the street. It's the Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, the best kind."
As he spoke, Nan Yi picked up the newspaper on the chair, picked up the gun below, slowly turned on the safety, then slowly unscrewed the silencer and put it in his pocket.
He nodded to the two of them again before turning and leaving.
As he left, the bodyguards hiding in the dark also came out, following him in front and behind. More than a dozen people surrounded Nan Yi in the middle.
"Zhan Kui, what do you think?"
"Uncle Qi, what else can I see? You weren't really invited here, were you?"
"I woke up and saw a note on the bedside saying, 'The car is waiting outside the door, please meet me.'
I've already put the note on the bedside table, is it difficult to move my head?
Can I not come?"
"Uncle Qi, I feel the same way. Where does this Nan come from? What does he mean by that? Is he just trying to blackmail me?"
