Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 245

As one celebrity said:
If there is a 20.00% profit, capital will be ready to move... If there is a [-]% profit, capital will dare to trample on all laws in the world.

For Killian, once he gets the perfect version of the Extremis virus, he himself will be the law of the world.

Facing the temptation of "becoming a god", he did not hesitate to extend his evil hand to the veil of the Statue of Liberty.

After careful consideration, he set his target on Las Vegas, the world's casino city.

The place is full of legends of getting rich overnight, attracting countless impoverished people who try to make a fortune after failing in business.

They firmly believe that they are the lucky ones in the legend. They only need to spend a small and insignificant chip to win millions of dollars. From then on, they will reach the pinnacle of life, marry Bai Fumei, and live a shameless life.

The fantasy is full, and the reality is very skinny.

90.00% of the [-] people lost their last dinner, were kicked out of the casino, and wandered in the dark, cramped alleys of Las Vegas.

At such a time, they were all hopeless, and all they wanted in their minds was to find a feng shui treasure and die. Even if someone suddenly rushed out in the dark and put on a sack, they would not resist, and would only think that it was God's arrangement.

From spring to autumn, Killian worked secretly like this for a year, arresting hundreds of people secretly, and the police didn't notice it.

Just because most of the people who have come to this field have betrayed their relatives, and no one knows or wants to know his itinerary. It is best to die in a corner of the world one day in obscurity, so as to relieve the pressure on Mother Earth.

No reports, no bodies, no cases.

perfect!

The above actions have a key point: low profile.

365 days a year, Killian only arrests about 100 people, which translates to an average of one arrest every three days.

According to the 2009 missing persons report in Las Vegas, a total of 432.5 people disappeared throughout the year, with an average of 1.18 people missing every day.

In contrast, Killian can be regarded as not doing his job properly, and he will be despised by his peers.

Man-eating bamboo eats people, digests, and extracts mucus that fluctuates up and down according to the volume of "food", fat and thin.

On average, each corpse produces 20 milliliters of Extremis virus stock solution.

And the doctor just mentioned that five liters of stock solution is needed to save Jino, and two liters are needed to replenish the three liters of stockpile.

Come to elementary school math problems.

200020=?

The answer is 100.

This means that he needs to gather a hundred corpses in three days, which is equivalent to a whole year's work.

Killian has nothing to say now, he just wants to lie down on the big soft bed and have a good sleep.

Woke up at dawn and told myself that it was just a dream.

Haytham said: Good!

"Report to the headquarters. The drone scan is complete. The secret base is located directly below the factory. There are three secret passages leading to the southeast, southwest and north respectively. It is presumed to be an alternate escape route."

"Report to the headquarters. Group A is in place. There is only one old man and three patrolling personnel at the main entrance of the factory. They are ready to fire at any time."

"Report to the headquarters, group B is in place, and there are two guards behind the wall."

"Report to the headquarters, Group C is in place..."

"Report to the headquarters, Group D is in place..."

In a New York hotel thousands of miles away, Haitham was sitting on a chair, facing the densely packed screen that was divided into 5 areas, surrounding the factories in the desert.

East, South, West, North, Sky.

Even if Killian had wings, he couldn't reach Haytham's palm.

Haytham glanced at the time stamp in the upper right corner, slowly took a sip of the coffee, the rich aroma made him squint his eyes.

"Oh, I'm used to drinking keel coffee, and other cat shit, Blue Mountain has really become cat shit." After a long while, he opened his eyes and nodded to the strong man beside him.

The strong man immediately issued an order through the walkie-talkie after receiving the signal: "The operation will officially start in 1 minute. Group A will make a feint to attract attention. The other three groups will sneak into the base. Anyone who can transform will not be left behind. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Group A received."

"Group B received."

"Group C received."

"Group D received."

One minute passed quickly, and when the pointer pointed to 1:12 noon, Group A lurking outside the factory gate took the lead in attacking.

Two camouflage uniforms lie behind the sand dunes, and the man on the right has a classic Barrett M82A1 in front of him.

The two-meter-long gun body and the huge warhead all prove that this thing is definitely not for beating people.

At least by design.

On his left is the observing hand. He is holding a pair of binoculars, and professional words are coming out of his mouth quickly:
"At 12 o'clock, the distance is 37.5 yards, the temperature is 0, the humidity is... 0.5, and I want to correct it up by [-] mil."

Based on the data from his deputy, the sniper turned the roller of the sniper scope, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

There was thunder on the flat ground, and the wind and sand suddenly rose.

The bullet, which was a circle thicker than the thumb, came out of the chamber, and the high-speed rotating bullet body formed a small tornado behind the buttocks.

The distance of two hundred yards was fleeting, and almost at the moment when the gunfire sounded, countless spider web-like patterns appeared under the glass of the factory gate, preparing to resist the bullets, but it failed.

Bullets and bullets are not the same.

"Crack!"

"Oh!"

The old guard was unprepared, and his head was blown off, dyeing the security room red.

Those who can be sent to guard this secret laboratory have unquestionable military qualities.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the three of them pretending to be ordinary employees strolled casually or dodged or tactically rolled "shua" to hide behind the bunker.

"There are snipers due north of the base, repeat, there are snipers due north of the base." The bearded man leaned against the wall and shouted into the walkie-talkie.

Another scarred man quickly added the message: "It's an anti-tank sniper rifle M82A1, repeat, it's anti-tank equipment, everyone seeks cover, don't stand up."

Two messages were sent out, red lights lit up around the factory, and shrill sirens sounded inside the base at the same time.

One by one security teams urgently changed their outfits and rushed to the defensive location.

At this time, Killian just came out of the training room. He heard the siren and hurriedly grabbed a security guard and asked:

"What's the situation outside, who is the opponent?"

The security guard replied: "At present, we only know that the opponent is a sniper, the guard has died, and the rest is unknown."

He was attacked by a ninja at noon yesterday, fled in the forest all night, and was almost caught by the police on the way. Killian has become a frightened bird.

Very afraid to attack the base is the people under Rucker.

He shouted: "Send a drone to scan the surrounding area, find out who the enemy is and how many people there are, and report to me as soon as possible."

"Understood, I'll do it now."

Security left quickly.

After ordering his subordinates, Killian was still worried. If Lak really came to the door, the strength of his subordinates would definitely not be able to stop the ninja.

In this regard, he has strong self-confidence as a person who has experienced it.

(End of this chapter)