As an out-and-out native of Goose Country, Bruce Boyev didn't know how terrible this "Satan's back garden" was, but as a man with a deep heart, what was the sacrifice? Not to mention the nine assassins who worked so hard to cultivate, and even spent most of his life's hard work and financial resources, all got in. Even if it was accompanied by his wife, children, and children, he wouldn't even frown.
Bruce Boyev has even made plans. If he has to reach the moment he makes a move, even if he learns from King Tang for a while, he does not hesitate to kill his father and brother. Just imagine what else is there in this world. More tempting than power and money
Looking at the eight eager killers on the display screen, Bruce Boyev knew that it was time for himself to appear. He slightly adjusted his clothes and made a look of heartache and moved toward the eight. Walked to the killer's camp.
Although he knew that these eight killers would never change the slightest change in their crying expressions. On the contrary, they would only know how much money they could get, what position they could occupy in the Boyev family, and what they could get. I am worried about honor, but this scene is always done, after all, there are countless eyes staring around.
Although Bruce Boyev had already given his information to his subordinates, the old Boyev still didn’t know that those in the family who coveted the supremacy of the patriarch did not know, so he had to continue the show , If it is the day of killing father and brother, at least these obstacles will not have any chance of defense and resistance.
"Ahem..."
While the eight killers in the camp were anxiously waiting for Bruce Boyev's order, he stood outside the tent and coughed deliberately to remind the subordinates in the account that he was coming.
When the eight assassins in the tent heard the familiar coughing sound, they immediately stood in awe, and stood up respectfully, as if they were a group of well-trained soldiers waiting for the chief's review.
When Bruce Boyev opened the curtain door and entered the camp, his acting expression drooped instantly, as if he was an old wolf who had lost his flesh and blood, and was distraught, and his eyes were clearly With a helpless look under the fence, Jason, who had spoken for him before, felt a guilty conscience, and he even secretly wondered: Did he guess wrong
Finally, Bruce Boyev, the forbearing master, spoke, and the first words he spoke made everyone's eyes stunned. He heard his apologetic face, as if he was a kid who did something wrong, right. Jason, who was almost severely severed by his neck, bowed at his subordinate, who was nearly ninety degrees bent, and he kept muttering:
"Jason, I'm sorry, please forgive my recklessness!"
As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere of the entire camp suddenly became subtle, like suspended particles in a rain curtain, and it was impossible to distinguish which were water vapor and which were deadly inhalable particles.
"Uh... Chief, I... You..."
When Jason heard his leader’s apology, he was instantly stunned, as if he was completely stunned by a stick from behind. He couldn’t distinguish the north, south, east, and west, as if the leader in front of him was just a face. A fierce, bloodthirsty, murderous devil, suddenly became a gentleman of a modest gentleman, making him unpredictable and incoherent.
"Everyone!"
When Bruce Boyev finished apologizing, he finally started to get into the topic. He only heard him say with empathy: "I know, everyone is tired of this dark and dark day hiding in the ground forever, especially when we risk our lives for The interests of the organization were born to death, and even when they fought bloody battles, they discovered that the final honor, status, rights, and money had nothing to do with us.
When this sentence came out, the eight assassins present were instantly filled with righteous indignation, as if the leader in front of them was their confidant, expressing their most true and most urgent thoughts.
Bruce Boyev's eyes inadvertently swept across the faces of all the people present, and brought no expression on their faces clearly into his eyes. Although his face was still like a sad wild wolf, his heart was secretly secreted. Hey, like these assassins, all of these subordinates are completely controlled by him, as if there are eight of them, each of them has an extremely fine thread in his heart, which is firmly controlled by him.
When Bruce Boyev felt that the atmosphere in the entire camp finally reached the commanding height at that moment, he suddenly bowed to everyone again, as if this bow was an apology to everyone, on the contrary, let these have always killed people. The unblinking killer felt embarrassed and embarrassed.
Just listen to Bruce Boyev continue to say: "Everyone, I know, you are blaming me, I have brought you closer to the Ghost Party, I have let you have no relationship with money, rights, and even status, and I have made you all the only ones. Living in the sewers, a killer who dares not show up like a mouse..."
When Bruce Boyev said this, he paused suddenly, and the blurred eyes once again turned away from everyone's faces. This time, what he saw was like an indifferent stare at each other. The expressions on each killer's face were as stiff as a stone, as if what Bruce Boyev said was justified.
But what everyone didn’t know was that their leader, this gentleman who had been in the camp for less than five minutes, had bowed twice, the moment he saw the expressions on their faces, a murderous look flashed in his eyes. , As if he had made up his mind.
Finally, speaking of this, Bruce Boyev's body that was bent when he bowed finally stood up, and in his eyes, there was no longer the murderous aura that had just flashed, but a grieving sorrow and prayer. Hearing his low-pitched voice, he said in a slightly crying voice:
"Everyone, I have never begged Bruce Boyev, but I want to beg you today to help me bring back the head of the guy who killed my son. I promise you that when you return triumphantly, You will be warriors standing in the sun!"
"boom···········"
When Bruce Boyev’s voice just fell, he heard a loud noise like a heavy hammer hitting a twilight drum. A square table beside him immediately fell apart and shattered into pieces of wood, and the table was broken. It was Bruce Boyev's fist that broke.
Obviously, after using the soft knife, he must show his power, and this power is his guarantee that Bruce Boyev gave these desires to stand in the sun and enjoy rights and honor.
"hiss··········"
Everyone’s gaze and attention were instantly attracted by this disintegrating table, because even the strongest black man, Jason, may not have such power and destructive power, and at this moment, the ability displayed by their leader, It is undoubtedly that people like them are relieved.
Of course, this move also confirms Johnson's previous speculation to everyone, making these killers tired of living like a mouse, and their eyes instantly released a desire for light, like those pieces of wood at hand. , Is the honor and rights they will enjoy in the future.
"leader."
When Johnson saw this, he immediately stood up straight and, in a way unique to the Ghost Party, paid a respect to Bruce Boyev as their most lofty gift as a Ghost Party member, listening to his voice with excitement and gratitude. Said in his tone:
"Don't worry, we are the elites of the Ghost Party, and even the deadpool you cultivated. Master's hatred is our hatred. Even if we are crushed, we will definitely bring you the head of the murderer Fu Tao!"
"Wow..."
When the other seven ghost party killers saw their boss Johnson saluting the leader, they immediately raised their right hand uniformly, and saluted Bruce Boyev with a standard salute, only listening to one of them agreeing. :
"That is, you can rest assured, Chief. This murderer named Fu Tao is not only your enemy, but also all the enemies of our Ghost Party. We will never let him die so comfortably."
"Yes, he also killed number three. That's our brother. We will definitely get revenge."
These people are talking with each other, but at this moment, Johnson is already carrying the luggage he has just packed, and he yells:
"Brothers, go, for our young master, for the number three, and for our future honor and status, kill!"
"Wow..."
When everyone heard Johnson’s words, they seemed to be brainwashed MLMs, one by one, as if they had been injected with stimulants, they carried their packed backpacks, loaded their guns, and followed Johnson’s steps and rushed quickly. After leaving the camp, he rushed towards the truck that had been prepared outside the tent.
"Buzz..."
With the roar of the truck engine, Bruce Boyev finally laughed loudly in the empty and hell-like barracks. He smiled wildly, arrogantly, and there was nothing in his body. The slightest bit of pain of losing a child, not to mention the perseverance when he just made a promise, he seems to have seen the scenes of these eight warriors falling to the ground one by one on the battlefield for the money, honor and status in their hearts. He said in a nearly whispered voice:
"Mr. Hebrew, Mr. Bowen, I hope you can abide by your agreement, otherwise, I, Bruce Boyev, will surely ruin you and die without a place to bury you."
Although Bruce Boyev had a sly smile in his eyes when he spoke, the corners of his mouth were squeezed vigorously, and the rubbing of the teeth between the upper and lower teeth seemed to make a huge "chucking" sound. The decision is so general.
After all, these assassins of the Ghost Party were the hard work of most of his life. Now for this frantic deal, for his patriarchal status, and for his own future, he has no choice but to use this assassin elite to gamble. Put.