The bearded man laughed loudly. "Smith, do you really think that the only company that hired me is Hammerson Defense? Councilman Henry's gun cleanup plan is not just about touching one person's cake. In addition, let me tell you the latest news. Councilman Henry's plane just had an accident and crashed into the sea. Councilman Henry is now missing and no one can find his body. How do you think?"
Smith couldn't believe it: "No way, you can't cover this up."
The bearded man grinned: "No, we can. The people behind me are much more powerful than you can imagine. Now tell me, where are that woman and the baby?"
Smith was suspicious: "Since you have already succeeded, why do you still need to look for them?"
The bearded man chuckled and was about to speak when the warehouse door opened and another group of people walked in.
He stood up and walked over, the smile on his ugly fat face suddenly became much more sincere: "Oh, boss, you are here."
Luke looked at the "boss" who had just arrived and raised his eyebrows.
This is the chairman of Hammerson Defense Company. He inherited the arms manufacturing company from old Hammerson more than 20 years ago. He became the new chairman of Hammerson and is a second-generation who was born with a silver spoon in his butt.
When Luke went to check the black combat uniforms of the group that raided Smith in the inn, he found that most of the guns used by these people, although without trademarks, were quite advanced and not any type on the market.
After I went back, I used the mini program to search and found that many of the functional descriptions of these guns were consistent with several new models of guns that Hammerson will be launching this year.
Now, considering the conversation between Smith and the bearded boss just now, Luke vaguely understood why the chairman of Hammerson got involved in this matter.
One of Henry Esworth's campaign slogans was a massive crackdown on illegal gun possession.
This proposal is about clearing out illegal gun possession, but since there are fewer people illegally possessing guns, the willingness of people who can normally own guns to purchase them will inevitably decrease.
Besides, don't those guys who illegally own guns pay for their guns? This proposal is equivalent to cutting off the financial resources of Hammerson Defense and even more arms companies.
In a city of sin and gangs like Los Angeles, if the gun clearance proposal is successful, there will definitely be imitators, because gang members have far fewer votes than ordinary citizens.
Hammerson Defense is not small, but a large part of its market is in Los Angeles and the surrounding Greater Los Angeles metropolitan area.
Councilman Henry's proposal undoubtedly touched the foundation of Hammerson Defense Company.
What's even worse is that several new firearms that Hammerson has recently invested heavily in developing are about to be sold to their superiors.
Without the guaranteed profit of its Los Angeles base, Hammerson would likely face financial problems.
This matter is not complicated. Luke’s only question is: how did the baby become the center of the incident
While he was thinking, Hammerson below had already come closer.
He was nearly fifty years old, with a thin and pale face, and looked sickly.
He came here to do something shady, and he was even holding a German Shepherd in his hand, revealing his dandy character.
Hammerson walked up with the dog and ignored the bearded man.
Obviously, the bearded man's status in Hammerson's place is not very good, which is inversely proportional to his arrogance just now.
"Mr. Smith, do you think you are very smart? In this country, as long as you have money, you can do things you can't imagine, like this..." Hammerson waved to the back.
A beautiful woman holding a baby was pulled in from outside by two men in black combat uniforms.
When Smith saw the woman, his eyes widened and he began to struggle.
Hammerson laughed.
The bearded man also laughed: "Oh, Smith, look at what you look like now, it's so embarrassing."
Hammerson waved his hand to stop the bearded man from talking nonsense: "Well, since Mr. Smith wants to be a knight, let him watch the person he is protecting die with his own eyes. This is the perfect ending."
As soon as Luke heard this, he knew that this Hammerson also had an extremely bad character.
The bearded man grinned and said, "As you wish." Then he raised his hand and took out a pistol.
Bang!
After two gunshots, everyone below was stunned.
Miss Donna and her baby are safe and sound.
The bearded man let out a scream, and his arms fell in front of him, with a bloody hole on each shoulder.
It turned out that he was the one who was shot.
The four men in black combat uniforms brought by Hammerson reacted the fastest and immediately raised their submachine guns.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
Four men in black combat uniforms who didn't have time to disperse fell down at the same time, each of them shot once in the chest or head.
The four trusted men of the bearded boss finally reacted and ran out of the warehouse protecting him who had been shot.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
The clone-like shooting skills appeared again.
The four loyal lackeys of the bearded boss, these lucky guys who had survived several scenes finally ran out of luck. They also fell to the ground with blood splattering from their chests and heads.
Even though Smith was seriously injured, he was still the one with the sharpest senses.
Almost immediately after the gunshot rang out, he raised his head and looked diagonally upward, where he vaguely saw a dark shadow squatting there.
The dandy second-generation Hammerson looked up and around in horror, shouting, "Who?"
Just as he uttered the words, a wooden stick flew down with a whoosh and hit him on the head with a bang.
Hammerson's eyes rolled back and he passed out.
The bearded man gritted his teeth and yelled, "Who are you and what do you want? Money? We can pay a lot of money."
Luke's mouth curled up slightly.
These people always like to use money as their final struggle.
Most of the time, this approach really works.
But for a man like him who has a system, it is of no use at all.
Snap! Snap!
The bearded man screamed again, and this time there was a bloody hole on each of his legs.
Smith said nothing, but just stared at the dark figure towering above him with flickering eyes.
Under his gaze, the black shadow slowly changed the magazine, and then casually threw the Glock to the ground in front of him.
Smith narrowed his eyes, and after a moment he said to Donna who was stunned beside him: "Come here and untie the rope for me."
Donna, who was holding the baby, let out a confused cry. After she came to her senses, she looked around and pulled out a saber from the black combat uniform that fell beside her.
In less than a minute, Smith stood up and rubbed his numb hands and feet: "What do you want?"
The black shadow didn't say anything. He just pointed at the bearded boss, then at the unconscious Hammerson, and made a throat-slitting gesture.