Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"You're late."

At the gate of the Abbas factory, the guard armed with heavy firepower forced the truck that came to transport the goods to stop. Then he stepped forward and carefully looked at the faces of the driver and co-pilot members. When he saw that there was nothing unusual, he said with a cold face.

"Do you want to see how big the sandstorm is? If the goods in my car are lost, how do you think Abbas will kill me?" The truck driver opened the door with difficulty and jumped out, saying impatiently. "Hurry up and check. After the check, I have to go to the city to buy a drink..."

"It's not peaceful these days. You'd better be careful." The guard looked around, then approached the truck driver and whispered, "I heard before that after the test sites in Montreal and Berlin were destroyed, London The underground testing ground was also destroyed.”

"It's none of my business, I just work. If the sky falls and Shark O'Neal is holding it, I'm scared." The truck driver cursed and rolled his eyes, "I work and the cult pays. It's that simple. , I don’t care about your feud with some bullshit assassin.”

"That's best." The guard nodded, checked with the guard checking the carriage, and then let the truck go.

"Assassins... Templars... who the hell cares about such nonsense." Watching the truck drifting away, the guard wiped his sweat and cursed secretly.

It's a hell of a desert and a hell of a wind. If it weren't for the sake of making some money so that their relatives can live a decent life, who would be willing to do things in such a place where birds don't poop, so dirty that even Satan would look at it? Call it a brutal job?

Even if you become a member of the so-called Templars, they are nothing more than consumables at the lowest level.

Perhaps even if he died at the hands of those assassins, Abbas would not give his family even one cent more pension.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

Okay, here we go again.

The guard took out his binoculars and looked at them. Well, they were old acquaintances, Hidodd and Sanders. They were usually the first to arrive. It seemed that the sandstorm had indeed had a big impact on the transportation department.

"Sanders! You're late!"

The guard smiled slightly and shouted at the top of his voice.

"I know! This crazy sandstorm! My car will break down!" Sanders rolled down the window and shouted at the top of his lungs.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Sanders's voice became a little hoarse and a little thicker.

"Stop and check the cargo." The guard raised his hand to signal "Sanders" to stop the vehicle, and then made several tactical gestures to the surrounding guards, and the other guards quickly surrounded the truck.

Opening the carriage door, there were dozens of scantily clad people inside, as skinny as skin and bones.

Who knows what kind of torture they suffered.

Even though I have seen countless such scenes, the feeling of guilt in my heart still lingers. The guards walked into the carriage, and the "cargo" stood in fear against the iron sheet of the carriage, even the goods inside. children.

"There is no abnormality, it can pass."

The guard took out the walkie-talkie, pressed the call button, and said in a low voice, and then walked out of the car without looking back. The rest of the people closed the carriage door firmly, dispersed on the spot, and went to the two sides next to the door to continue arguing.

"I always feel that there is a strange smell in your cockpit." The guard looked up at Sanders, who was smoking in the driver's seat. "Hurry up and finish smoking. Smoking is prohibited inside."

"The canned herrings that stinky Sidodd ate at night were expired." "Sanders" said helplessly, "There happened to be a sandstorm at that time. I went down to check the car. He insisted on experiencing it. What does it feel like in the driver's seat? Before I could react, this guy just put a hot drink on my driver's seat..."

"Okay, okay, go in after you finish smoking. I don't have time to listen to your beeps." The guard waved his hand impatiently, and the door slowly opened. "Sanders" threw away the cigarette butt and drove into the factory. .

The guards watched "Sanders"'s car enter. The gate of the Abbas factory looked like the mouth of a giant beast, and the "goods" transported in were all "rations" fed by the Templars to the giant beast.

"If there really is a God, please forgive me." The guard said softly, "But if there really is a God, this kind of thing will not happen."

"Fuck God, people like me only deserve to go to hell."

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"I thought we were almost exposed."

"Hidodd" whispered expressionlessly.

"Sanders" glanced at him: "What, you don't want to have a hot drink too, right?"

"I'll go to hell with you." "Hidodd" rolled his eyes, "Chen Yan, have you come in?"

On the carriage, Xue Long whispered: "I'm still here, they can't see me."

Yes, the "Sanders" and "Hidodd" in front of them are pretended by the mighty duo.

Blood Dragon, on the other hand, turned on the optical camouflage of the nanosuit, and sat in the truck compartment the whole time, motionless as a mountain. Coupled with the protection of the night, no one noticed his existence at all, so he just followed the truck in with such a swagger. Abbas's factory.

"Follow the tire tracks on the ground and go to the unloading area first."

The voice of the blood dragon came from the earphones, and Tang Wei nodded. This time he did not dare to drift. After all, he was in the enemy's base camp, and besides, there were children in the carriage. The truck turned left and right following the tire tracks on the ground. As the light in front of the passage became stronger and stronger, Tang Wei and others were able to see the whole "factory" clearly.

There is a post every fifty steps and a sentry every ten steps. The security inside is even tighter than at the door. The so-called factory does not even have a production line.

The truck in front is unloading. The so-called unloading means putting a special metal bracelet on the "cargo", then sorting them into categories, and escorting them deeper into the area by several armed men.

At the end of the day, at least hundreds of "cargoes" were transported to this unloading location alone. If the supply of goods was sufficient, more than a thousand "cargoes" might be escorted in one day.

Weiwei and Wuwei clenched their fists tightly to relieve the uneasiness in their hearts, while Xuelong looked around, jumped from the roof of the car, floated strangely, and then rushed directly to the load-bearing site at the unloading site. On the beam.

"You guys concentrate on unloading, I'll make some noise." Xue Long's voice was as low as ever, but Tang Wei and Tang Wu didn't notice that Xue Long's voice was a little trembling.

"Hey! You! I'm talking about you! Bring the car over! Get ready to unload!" In the distance, a heavily armed guard pointed his gun at Tang Wei and shouted.

"Come here!"

Tang Wei responded and started the engine again.

Blood Dragon withdrew his gaze from Tang Wei's truck, and then looked at the metal bracelets distributed by the guards.

"Damn... Abbas!"