The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 2 The mysterious Asian strong man

The gunshots came so suddenly, so people were caught off guard.

The tall robber who was standing at the front of the car and distributing money had no time to make any evasive movements, so he was shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground.

The shooter was not a black youth, but it was obviously related to him.

Because he didn't panic at all, instead he shouted to the pile of paper shells behind the door with a smile: "Austin's best shooter really lives up to his reputation."

After speaking, his expression turned 180 degrees, and he rushed to the corpse on the ground in disgust and spit.

He cursed with disdain and contempt: "Hey, you self-righteous white-skinned pig soldier, really think that I, Loka, will share money with you? You are just my tool."

"Whoa!"

The pile of paper shells by the door collapsed, and a middle-aged black man wearing a cap came out without a sound.

The environment in the underground garage is dim and the vision is extremely poor, coupled with the natural concealment of black skin, if you don't tell me in advance, you won't be able to find out that there are people hiding inside.

He held an old-fashioned M1911 pistol in his hand, and a laser pointer was installed under the gun. The tall robber died under this gun.

"The ratio you agreed on between three and seven is right." The black youth took six stacks of money and handed it over. Even though a wave of black eating black has changed from 9 to 14, there is still meat in his eyes that cannot be hidden. Pain and reluctance.

If it weren't for the fact that the tall robber was a veteran and was expelled from the SEAL Special Forces, he would have a pretty good skill.

A black youth who has been in the gang for more than ten years will never give up eating alone, and chooses to pay a lot of money to hire the best gunman in the Austin community to cooperate in this bank robbery.

Out of the corner of his eye, the middle-aged black man caught sight of the tall stack left on the hood, and the eyes under the peaked cap glistened with greed.

Without a single word, just raising your hand is a shot.

It is still so accurate, without delay, and hits the target at close range.

"you……"

The young black man flicked his eyebrows in the face, raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at the middle-aged man in black, his staring eyes were full of remorse and remorse.

It's not that I regret killing my partner, but that I don't have the courage to go it alone.

"I don't like splitting money with people either."

The black gunman watched the body fall coldly, put all the money back into the bag, put it in his pocket and walked out of the underground garage.

He thought he had made a lot of money this trip, so he could rest for a while.

But what he never expected was that as a oriole, he easily killed the mantis and cicada, and there was an old hunter behind him.

When he strode through the garage door proudly, a horse lock rope loop suddenly fell from the sky and wrapped around his neck exactly.

At the moment when the rope was caught in the loop, a tall figure with a rope end jumped down from the garage.

Sun-tanned yellow skin, black hair cut into an inch cut, dark blue eyes that are obviously of mixed race, taller than 1 meters tall, and a body that weighs more than 9 catties.

Isn't this the Asian brawny man who "confessed" when he was robbed in a bank and chased him on a motorcycle?
"laugh--"

The rope rubbed against each other violently, and the balance began to swing at both ends.

The rope loop around the black man's neck, with the falling force brought by the huge Asian man's body, tightened and straightened at an extremely fast speed, dragging the black gunman off the ground and hanging in the midair of the gate.

No matter how hard the black shooter struggled, he couldn't get rid of the terrible pain of suffocation.

"White female ticket is a good show where black eats black. Not only does it cost no ticket money, but it can also earn US dollars. It would be great if this kind of good thing happens every day."

A strong Asian man who spoke fluent Mandarin tied the rope to the exposed steel bars on the wall, and walked over to pick up the money bag that fell on the ground.

Looking at nearly 20 bundles of green dollar bills inside, the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of greed, and he walked back to the Harley motorcycle more than 20 meters away.

Completely ignoring the black gunman who was hanging in the air and still struggling for death.

As if the life of this kind of person is in his eyes, it is even worse than a stray dog ​​who is begging for mercy on the street and is about to die of starvation. At least he will throw half a piece of bread when encountering a stray dog.

When the sound of the Harley tractor sounded again, the strong Asian man completely disappeared at the entrance of the garage.

From the moment the strong Asian man made an attack, to the time he completed the attack and got the money to retreat, the entire action process took less than a minute.

It is smoother than eating Dove.

This bold, meticulous and precise modus operandi is enough to show that this big Asian man is unusual.

"Interesting, really interesting, I haven't seen such an interesting person for many years."

The strong Asian man rode away on the front foot of the motorcycle, and a strong man over 1 meters tall slowly walked out from the small woods on the right side of the garage.

Looking at the heavy locomotive gradually going away in the dark night, he also looked at the gunman's corpse floating in the wind.

He grinned thoughtfully.

The exposed row of white teeth, together with the centipede-like scar on his right face, give people a terrifying sense of cannibalism.

……

Auberge Community.

One of the few remaining white neighborhoods in the West Side, which is almost completely occupied by blacks.

The Harley heavy machine that left the Austin community was parked outside the garage with the house number 205 on it. The strong Asian man rode the old Harley that was noisy all over, and no one came out to greet him in the house.

It's quiet and chaotic.

There is a poster of "The Expendables" on the front wall. Stallone, who is covered in muscles, is posing in a cool pose with his thumbs up.

There is a slogan next to it: "Success is to do what others want to do but dare not do. Expendables, looking forward to your joining."

This is not a movie poster, but a recruitment advertisement for members of one of the best Pmc teams in the United States - "The Expendables".

"Stallone, no, Mr. Barney Ross, looking forward to the day I meet you."

The strong Asian man greeted the poster from the air, pressed the button of the garage switch, took off his coat and walked into the living room.

In this abnormal and dangerous world, if you want to make a lot of money quickly, the only way is to lick blood on the edge of a knife.

If he fails to join DG this time, and the strong Asian man has no chance to further improve his strength, he will apply to be discharged from the army to interview "Death Squad" and become a legal modern armed mercenary——

PMC (Private Military Contractor).

You can stand in the sun and make a lot of money, and walk on the street and spend it casually.

This was the dream of an Asian youth in his previous life, but unfortunately he failed to become one of them until his death.

The reason for not being able to join is simple.

Those who have the strength to find PMC are all large international companies. They only want to find the best armed personnel to serve them, and they don't want to hand over their lives to people with no roots.

The high requirements of customers who need to serve directly lead to the entry threshold of this industry is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The starting point is the level of special forces, and at least years of PSC (private security contractor) experience, or from an important national law enforcement department.

Asian youths were just veterans of the ordinary army in their previous lives. In China, hundreds of thousands of such veterans flow into the society every year. They don’t even have to be security guards. In the end, they have to face the increasingly high bride price for marrying their wives. Venture abroad to be a cannon fodder mercenary.

Such a wild "three no personnel" will not be given to PMC or the team for free.

I'm afraid that this rat shit will get in and do bad things!
Fortunately, smoke rose from the ancestral grave of the strong Asian man in his previous life, which made him lucky in this life, and got a wonderful experience in the legend.

(End of this chapter)