The bearded man laughed loudly: "Smith, do you really think that the only person who hired me was Hammerson Defense Company? City Councilor Henry's gun cleanup plan is not just a cake for one person. Also, let me tell you the latest news , City Councilor Henry's plane had an accident just now and has fallen into the sea, Councilor Henry has disappeared, and no one can find his body. How about it?"
Smith couldn't believe it: "Impossible, you can't cover it up."
The bearded man grinned: "No, we can. The strength of the people behind me is far beyond your imagination. Now tell me, where are the woman and the baby?"
Smith wondered: "Since you have already succeeded, why are you looking for them?"
The bearded man laughed and was about to speak when the warehouse door rang and another group of people walked in.
He straightened up and walked over. The smile on his ugly fat face became more sincere: "Oh, boss, you are here."
Luke frowned as he looked at the "boss" who had just arrived.
This is the chairman of Hammerson Defense Company. He inherited the arms manufacturing company from the old Hammerson more than 20 years ago. This is the new chairman of Hammerson. He is a man with a golden spoon in his ass. The second generation was born.
When Luke went to check the group of black combat uniforms that raided Smith in the small hotel, he found that although most of the firearms used by these people did not have trademarks, they were quite advanced, and they were not of any type on the market.
After I went back, I searched with a small program, and found that many of the functional descriptions of these firearms were consistent with several new models of firearms that Hammerson will launch this year.
Now, in connection with the conversation between Smith and the bearded boss just now, Luke vaguely understands why Chairman Hammerson got involved in this matter.
One of Henry Esworth's campaign slogans was a massive cleanup of illegal gun ownership.
This proposal is about cleaning up illegal gun ownership, but since there are fewer people with illegal guns, the willingness of people who can normally hold guns to buy will inevitably decrease.
Besides, don't those guys who own guns illegally pay for guns? This proposal is tantamount to cutting off the financial resources of Hammerson Defense Company, and even more arms companies.
In a sinful city like Los Angeles, where gangs are rampant, if the gun cleanup proposal is successful, there will definitely be newcomers to imitate it. The votes of gangsters are much less than that of ordinary citizens.
The scale of Hammerson Defense is not small, but a large part of the market is in Los Angeles and the surrounding Greater Los Angeles metropolitan area.
Councilor Henry came up with this proposal, which undoubtedly touched the foundation of Hammerson Defense Company.
What's more terrible is that several new firearms that Hammerson has recently invested heavily in research and development are about to be sold by the boss.
Without the guaranteed profit of the Los Angeles base camp, Hammerson Company is likely to have financial problems.
This matter is not complicated. Luke's only doubt is: How did that little baby become the center of the incident
While he was thinking, Hammerson below had already come close.
He was nearly fifty years old, with a thin and pale horse face, which gave him a sense of sickness.
He came here to do something shady, and he was actually holding a German Shepherd in his hand, his playful personality was fully exposed.
Hammerson led the dog forward, but ignored the bearded man.
Obviously, the status of the bearded boss in Hammerson is not very good, which is inversely proportional to the arrogance of the bearded boss 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, such as this..." Hammerson waved to the back.
A gorgeous woman holding a baby was pulled in from the outside by two men in black combat uniforms.
When Smith saw the woman, his eyes widened and he struggled.
Hammerson laughed.
The bearded man also laughed loudly: "Oh, Smith, look at your current appearance, it's too embarrassing."
Hammerson waved his hand and stopped the bearded man's nonsense: "Okay, since this Mr. Smith wants to be a knight, let him watch the object of protection die with his own eyes. This is the perfect ending."
Upon hearing this, Luke knew that this Hammerson had an extremely bad character.
The bearded man grinned grinningly: "As you wish." As he spoke, he raised his hand and took out his pistol.
Clap!
After two gunshots, everyone below was stunned.
Miss Donna and the baby in her arms are safe and sound.
But the bearded man let out a scream, and his two arms fell in front of him, with a bloody hole in each shoulder.
It was him who got shot.
The four black combat uniforms brought by Hammerson reacted the fastest, and immediately raised the micro punch in their hands.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
The four black combat uniforms fell down at the same time before they could disperse, and each of them was shot in the chest and head.
Only then did the four confidantes of the bearded boss realize that he ran out of the warehouse to protect him from being shot.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
The clone-like marksmanship reappeared.
The four loyal dog legs of the bearded boss, these lucky guys who have survived several scenes finally ran out of luck, and also fell to the ground with bleeding flowers flying from their chest and head.
Even though Smith was seriously injured, he was still the most sensitive person.
Almost after the gunshot sounded, he raised his head and looked diagonally upwards, where there was a faint black figure squatting there.
Only then did Hammerson, the second-generation dude, look up in horror, and shouted, "Who?"
Before the words came out, there was a whining sound, and a wooden stick flew down in a circle, hitting him on the head with a bang.
Hammerson rolled his eyes and passed out.
The bearded man gritted his teeth and shouted: "Who are you and what do you want? Money? We can pay a lot of money."
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up slightly.
These people always like to use money as a last resort.
Most of the time, this trick really works.
But for a systematic man like him, it was useless at all.
Snapped! Snapped!
The bearded man screamed again, but this time there was a blood hole on each of his legs.
Smith didn't say a word, just stared at the tall black figure with flickering eyes.
Under his gaze, Sombra changed the magazine unhurriedly, and with a casual throw, the Glock fell to the ground in front of him.
Smith narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he said to Donna who was stunned, "Come here, untie the rope for me."
Donna, who was holding the baby, let out a bewildered cry. After realizing it, she looked around and pulled out a saber from the fallen black combat uniform.
In less than a minute, Smith stood up, rubbing his hands and feet that were bound numbly: "What do you want?"
The black shadow didn't make a sound, just pointed to the bearded man, then pointed to the unconscious Hammerson, and made a gesture of cutting his throat.