NO.193 I Have a Dream

"This is Andre Owen, the leader of the Shark Gang. 1 Novel ≤≤≤≤≤≤<≤<" Joshua's tone was full of murderous intent, "I'm an Irish native, and I lived in Detroit when I was a child. When I was seven, my parents Both died, only one grandmother supported him, he started selling drugs at the age of fifteen, and started selling arms at the age of eighteen, and then the business grew bigger and bigger, and was eventually taken by the Morgan family and became a loyal dog of the Morgan family."

The other party's information was recited casually. From this, we can see how much headache Joshua has for this person, "The other party is very cunning, and any trouble is faster than a rabbit. My killer has stabbed four times. Fail, I hope you can succeed."

"The person I want to kill has never survived the next day." The strange man sneered, "As for the reward, just deduct it from the foundation's bill."

Joshua was taken aback, "Isn't this your private life? Wouldn't you get the money if you do that?"

"Permanent loyalty to the Foundation is my only code of conduct." However, the strange man showed a solemn expression, "Believe me, even if it's not me this time, other people will make the same choice as me, you will never Will understand how great the Foundation really is."

Joshua nodded with a complicated expression, "Since that's the case, I won't say anything more. The security of the other party is no less strict than mine. If you need my assistance..."

"No," the unfamiliar man interrupted the other's words directly, "you just need to watch tomorrow's morning paper. This is the end of today's conversation. I look forward to the day when I meet you again."

As he said, a breeze blew through the window, and Joshua's eyes flashed. He blinked subconsciously, but when he saw the interior of the room again, the man's figure had disappeared from the room like steam.

Joshua looked complicated and fell into complete silence.

...

Leaving the Williams family's manor, Zhang Heng didn't know when he had a cap and a mask in his hand. He silently put the two items on his head and walked silently towards Will Wookie Street.

Soon, it was late at night.

Miami is the world-famous city that never sleeps. It used to be the city with the highest murder rate in the United States. It is also the city of arms and drugs. Drugs from South America flow into the United States from Miami. The huge drug trade has brought infinite vitality to Miami— - High-end apartments, hotels, luxury nightclubs, these gold-selling caves have sprung up in the city like mushrooms after a rain, and at the same time, endless gang fights and violent crimes have followed.

at this time,

In order to take a shortcut, Zhang Heng crossed the Negro Street on the outskirts of Miami. This road was named Martin Luther King Avenue by the black people here. Martin Luther King was a black civil rights leader. He once gave the famous speech "I have a "Dream", after leading the American civil rights movement, he was regarded as a leader by black people all over the United States. Many black communities petitioned to name the main road of their community as Martin Luther King Avenue.

Later, Martin Luther King Avenue has become a social phenomenon in the United States.

The place where black people gather is always inseparable from violence, drugs, gangs, and crime. The crime rate of black people in the United States accounts for 70% of the United States. It is not unreasonable.

The houses on this road are dilapidated, and there are drunkards and gang members with tattoos on both sides. Some even walk through the city with guns. Even the police dare not come here alone to investigate the case.

Looking at the situation on both sides of the road, Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of a well-known joke in the United States: If you have a friend calling and asking you, I got lost on Martin Luther King Avenue, what should I do? You should answer without hesitation: run away!

However, the arrival of Zhang Heng's unfamiliar face also attracted the attention of many people. Three black men dressed in hip-hop outfits with chains all over their bodies pointed behind Zhang Heng and said slang words of unknown meaning. One of them was obvious. The underage black youth wanted to step forward, but was pulled by another black man. Several people looked at Zhang Heng with malicious intent, and followed behind Zhang Heng from a distance of seven or eight meters. .

Zhang Heng frowned, and simply walked towards a dark alley next to him. The three black men behind him were overjoyed and followed in three or two steps. In just a few seconds, there was a mournful sound from the alley. The sound was hoarse and shrill, but it only sounded halfway, like a duck that was suddenly strangled by the neck, and the sound stopped abruptly!

Half a minute later, Zhang Heng walked out of the alley again, without any expression on his face, and continued to walk forward.

When Zhang Heng left, a young man who secretly saw all this in his eyes came over. He gave Zhang Heng a shake, his eyes twitched, and suddenly turned into the alley, but it wasn't even a few seconds later. , The young man shouted suddenly, crawled out of the shit, and at the same time vomited continuously, as if he saw some kind of terrifying scene...

Next, no one bothered Zhang Heng anymore. Soon Zhang Heng crossed the black settlement and came to Welch Street where the target was located. He silently calculated the location of No. 53. Zhang Heng glanced at it. Then go to the left.

This is the suburban area of ​​Miami, which is relatively close to Nei 6. There are only scattered passers-by and roaring vehicles. After walking for about ten minutes, a parking lot with a large number of luxury cars came into view. The potbellied man walked out with a golden girl in his arms. The man looked drunk and kept shouting something, while the woman was full of enchanting faces. The two passed by Zhang Heng full of alcohol. Finally got into a Ferrari sedan.

Standing on the sidewalk, Zhang Heng looked towards the end of the parking lot, but saw several large neon signs flashing constantly in the lonely night in the suburbs.

shBoom-night-netbsp; This is the name of No. 23 Welch Street, a nightclub in the suburbs, and at the gate of the nightclub, Zhang Heng can still see two security guards in suits standing outside the door, maintaining Safety in nightclubs.

"Your Excellency Commander, according to the GPS positioning of your mobile phone, you are now less than fifty meters away from the target." At this moment, a reminder from Yuehua came from the bluetooth earphone on his ear.

"I see." Zhang Heng replied lightly, "Can you hack the surveillance inside?"

"I'm sorry, the other party's monitoring system is not connected to the Internet, and I can't control it."

Zhang Heng didn't say more, he pressed down the brim of the peaked cap, like a pedestrian passing by, walking past the door of the nightclub.

The two security guards glanced at Zhang Heng at random, then turned around and didn't care anymore. (To be continued.)