Vegas is the entertainment capital, but it is an area where prostitution is strictly prohibited. Prostitutes can only survive here in another way, either wearing jewels, visiting major hotels and casinos to hook up prominent gamblers, and going to the rooms to conduct private transactions.
Either rely on the organization and do business with low-end customers.
Vegas is not without poor people. There is a large gambling equipment production factory not far from the main city, which mainly recycles scrapped chips in major casinos, and then produces and processes them into new ones.
The more well-known the casino, the higher the requirements for the feel of the chips. Generally, after the number of uses reaches 100 times, they will be sent for recycling to buy new ones. Their special hobbies feed a group of poor people in Vegas who have never been in a casino. These workers who can only live in slums have the greatest hobby than spending ten dollars to find "public toilets" once.
This factory is the site of the Mike family. In the central open space of the factory, they converted containers into a three-story "worker's home". There is no tea provided, but a sleepy woman on an iron bed. Most of them owed the usury to the Mike family, and their looks were ordinary, even inferior, so they could only be sold to the most humble people, working like an assembly line to make money to pay off their debts.
In order to keep them happy, the guards will inject them with "No. 4" to make them addicted. Of course, the fee is also deducted from the money they earn. It can be paid off after working for 10 years.
However, the current highest recorder only persisted for 4 years and died under a guest weighing 200 catties.
When workers come here to consume, they cannot choose girls, just like going to public toilets. As long as there are no beds, they will enter in order, so they are called "public toilets" by the workers. If you are lucky, you may meet one or two beauties. If you are not lucky, it is said that someone has met a man. But the money has been paid first, isn't it a disadvantage
Outside the gate of the Workers’ Home, there are always crowds of people, and there is a long queue. While queuing up, the workers will exchange ideas and study which beds have better-looking women and which ones are newly replenished.
During the lunch break at noon, as usual, this place is full of workers who are full of food and lust. However, unlike in the past, many gang members who were used to sitting in the workers' homes playing cards and chatting stood outside the workers' homes today, with their armpits bulging, obviously carrying firearms. On the roof of the Workers' House, there is another patrolling directly with an AK47.
"What's going on here? Is there going to be a war?" Some workers joked.
These gangsters who usually only collect money, actually checked the workers' ID cards of the guests in a decent manner today.
What no one noticed was that on a metal chimney support 600 meters away, Shen Ming with an "Intervener" sniper rifle was correcting the trajectory according to environmental factors. A ferocious face.
"It seems that they have taken precautions, even such a remote stronghold is ready, the phone call last night was not in vain." Shen Ming sighed softly into the communication headset.
"There's something wrong with you. You gave a notice in advance of the murder. Why didn't you notify me at the beginning?" The other end of the headset turned out to be a mouse. Because of the shortage of manpower, he was forced to become Shen Ming's strategic assistant to maintain continuity. call. Although this increased the risk of mouse exposure, he was absolutely unwilling, but under the threat of the United States, Yasha girl had no choice but to submit.
"Listen well, the Mike family has 37 strongholds in Vegas City. In addition to the headquarters you set to visit at midnight, there are 4 large, 10 medium-sized, and 22 small strongholds. I have already listed them for you. The most time-saving route map, but even so, you want to clean up before midnight, and the average attack time in each place should not exceed 15 minutes, can you do it?" When the mouse calculated the time and engineering volume, he Can't help but doubt.
"Will someone who can threaten you disappoint you?" Shen Ming pulled the bolt of the gun. Pooh fired his first shot, the muffler and the roar of the factory obscuring his presence. The spiral ejected bullets hit the thigh of the guard on the roof of the Workers' House very accurately, and the guy holding the AK screamed and fell from the roof, smashing the roof of a car beside the road.
"Hide! There are snipers!" The leader of the Workers' House is Kevin, the 38th heir of the Mike family. Basically, he will never wear the godfather ring in his lifetime, but he is still very popular in the gang. He once served in the Navy. The Marine Corps was honorably discharged, with rich combat experience and good marksmanship, but poor management ability.
Heijin was transferred to Vegas 3 months ago because of the shitty thing, and he was given the head of such a messy place that didn't need a brain.
With a shout from Kevin, all his men quickly gathered under the corner of the worker's house, and took out the submachine gun and pistol in their clothes. Those workers who were hardened were all frightened and softened at once, and quickly scattered and fled in all directions.
A blind man leaned against the top of the corner, half of his 43-yard foot was exposed.
"Pfft!" The second shot directly opened the foot, and the subordinate who lost the gun fell to the ground, wailing like a pig being killed.
"The second one." Pulling the bolt, Shen Ming ejected the hot bullet from the chamber.
"Headquarters! We're under attack! That guy is holding a sniper rifle!!!" Kevin shouted live from the phone at the headquarters, but there was only a busy tone coming from the handset, and when he picked it up, it turned out that there was no signal.
The telecommunication signal towers in the entire factory area were all shut down the moment Shen Ming pulled the trigger, and it was another masterpiece of the mouse. At this moment, the gang members in the thirties of the Workers' House have become blind with their eyes open, and can only be harvested one by one.
"Help me! Help me!" The man lying on the ground with his broken foot wanted to beg his companion beside him with tears streaming down his face.
"Save you, uncle! Haven't you seen the movie? You are the bait for fishing! Get away!" The brother who usually talked and laughed kicked ashes at him with a dark face, motioning him to get away.
Suddenly, the subordinates with a sudden burst of survival consciousness grabbed the brother's trouser legs and pulled him a little closer.
"Pfft!" The third shot directly tore off a large piece of flesh from the guy's calf, and the wound was like a tiger bite.
"Ah! Your mother forced it! Your mother forced it! Save me back!" the brother screamed.
"Hey, now you know my pain!" The subordinate with blossoming feet smiled happily. Human nature is like this. Seeing someone who is worse than yourself can always comfort your heart.
"Everyone go in! Change to the big guy! Fuck that bastard!" Kevin threw away the useless mobile phone in his hand and roared angrily. There are a few AWMs and RPG bazookas in the workers' house.
Many of the subordinates who were outside quickly ran back to the workers' house, and no one was left outside. The workers' house converted from containers didn't even have a window. Although the ventilation effect was poor, it was still solid.
"The bird shooting is over, it's time to kill the pig." Shen Ming sighed and lifted off the camouflage cloth on his body, raised the single-barreled grenade launcher, and shot the rope spear into the sky with a bang, just as it fell and caught the worker The iron roof of the house.
Following the rope, Shen Ming slid all the way, and landed on the roof with a bang.
"Don't move!" Kevin held the AK47 to signal the brothers beside him to be quiet, and it spread from the top, beep! beep! beep! The sound, boom! The zenith of the Workers’ House was blasted into a neat square hole. Shen Ming, who fell along the iron plate, switched the MP7 in his hand to single-shot mode. The 45-round extended magazine did not need to be reloaded at all. One shot One by one, they knocked down the hooligans who hadn't reacted yet.
All of a sudden, gunshots broke out in the workers' house, and a mess of bullet holes were punched on the iron wall. The three-story workers' house was cleaned up from top to bottom in less than 2 minutes.
The gunshots stopped abruptly, and everything seemed to have never happened. The faint incandescent chandelier in the dim room swayed gently in the air. The original stench in the air is now mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.
Kevin leaned against the cold iron wall, looked at the AK47 who was only a bend away from him, but couldn't lift the arm that had been pierced through the shoulder by the bullet.
"Your right shoulder bone is broken, don't force me to break your other side, even if it gets better after that, masturbation will be a problem." Shen Ming stood in front of Kevin, changing the magazine of MP7, He raised the collar of his combat uniform to cover his mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of cold pupils outside.
"Are you the goddamn Pluto? Fuck me now!" Kevin yelled.
"I don't necessarily want to fuck you. You are just the beginning. When I stand in front of the godfather, there will be no place for the Mike family in Vegas."
After the gunshots ceased, those workers who were scattered around slowly approached again. Before they opened the door of the Workers' House.
Shen Ming kicked open the door, and walked out with the intervener in his hand. He was dressed in a black combat uniform, and his gaze was as cold as a knife, scaring the workers back again.
"How long?" Shen Ming asked his assistant.
"In 8 minutes and 10 seconds, 37 minions have been settled. Don't be complacent, there are dozens of strongholds and thousands of people waiting for you!" Mouse did not believe that Shen Ming could sweep every one of them like this.
"The number of people is just the number of times the trigger is pulled, go to the next one." Shen Ming ran away after speaking.
At the same time, the fat operator number 9527 in the Las Vegas Police Control Center was earning overtime pay while eating his own donut lunch.
"Hello, the police officer number 9527 is serving you now, did you encounter any trouble?" the fat man asked, sucking the icing on his finger.
"There are many kinds of evil in the world, but if you allow the evil to bully fish and meat to be the evil of evil, if you can't protect the weak, then do some work to clear the scene..." The voice of an electronic voice changer came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, this is the police hotline, not the psychiatric hotline. Do you need me to transfer you to the psychiatric department?" 9527 sarcastically said.
"From now on, I will call once in a while. Now please go to the Workers' House to clear the place." After Shen Ming finished speaking, he fired the gun, which shocked the fat man. reported.