Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 312 Identifying Goals
As night fell, Old Bill's house was still brightly lit, and a small dinner party was being held in the hall on the first floor of the small villa.

Everyone held champagne and red wine and chatted with each other. Because Ren didn't kick out a few people, the atmosphere was quite relaxed and pleasant.

Joy in various senses is mind-opening and stunning. Of course, this is for abnormal humans, and ordinary people may be frightened here.

Bang bang bang!
A piercing gunshot rang out, accompanied by the sound of crackling glass, and all the wine bottles placed side by side at the entrance of the hall were shattered.

"Leo, good marksmanship!"

"Sunglasses man, not bad, he hit all 8 rounds, and his skills are not unfamiliar."

"Haha! Come on, it's time for me to perform."

Not only did everyone not stop them, but they also booed. Leo stood directly behind the hall, posing handsomely, and pushed the sunglasses with a finger of his left hand.

Then he raised the gun with his right hand, blew on the muzzle, and said in a leisurely tone: "As you all know, my gun is very good, whether it is in the hand or in the crotch."

"Stop being funny, Second Man."

"Leo, your wife is nice."

There was a booing from the crowd, and someone immediately stepped forward to squeeze him away, snatched the gun, and someone took the empty wine bottle and rearranged it.

As for Bill's neighbors, they were already lying on the bed and shivering with fright. Some of them were doing sports with love, and they were almost blown away by the gunshots.

Ren, who was talking to Bill, couldn't help reaching out to cover his forehead, and sighed: "Is this okay?"

They've only had a few drinks, and it's not that they don't have peanuts, but these people have already begun to let themselves go.

Bill had a headache, and said helplessly, "It's okay, just explain it when the Public Security Bureau comes to ask questions tomorrow."

Ren was not so optimistic. He looked around and found that many people behaved strangely.

Someone was hiding under the table, drinking while snickering, someone was holding an umbrella and squatting on the ground, and someone was lying on the wall, motionless...

What kind of trouble is this going to be? Ren can't help but have some doubts. Will this group of people really not rush to the street when they go to the battlefield?
Feeling cold, Ren felt that they might be wiped out for the first time on a mission.

Keenly aware of the distrust and suspicion on Ren's face, Bill said in a timely manner: "Boss, if you feel uneasy, you can take a task and let them practice for a few days."

He felt that it was necessary to let Renn know about their abilities. After all, raising a group of mercenaries also cost money.

After pondering for a while, Ren nodded: "Okay, that's it."

Whether it's a mule or a horse, pull it out for a walk, and he also wants to know how capable these people are after a few years of retirement.

"You bastards, calm down, come here, there is a mission!"

Old Bill opened his throat and yelled, and the crowd stopped cheering and surrounded him in a daze.

Seeing this, Old Bill coughed lightly: "The boss wants to see your skills."

Everyone suddenly realized that they turned their attention to Ren, not surprised that no one would raise a group of idlers.

Ren looked around and found that many people were eager to try, with fierce and cruel eyes, obviously suffocated in the past few years.

He pondered for a while, and then said: "Get ready, we will take action in a few days, it doesn't matter if you don't have any weapons and equipment, just explain, they will be delivered soon."

It's time for Higgs and Garcia to exercise their muscles, otherwise they are almost rusty, and they know how to eat, drink and have fun every day.

"Yeah, finally a big deal."

"Haha, I can't bear it anymore."

"Don't be shy, just do it!"

Everyone became excited. Those who kept their own account were already living a normal life, and the rest were all violent.

Old Bill got a batch of guns and ammunition from the Steam Alliance before, and they are currently in the headquarters of the Thorn Security Company.

Dilamo City and Wilton City are not far away, and they can be delivered within a day.

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After the dinner, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only five people, Ren, Bill, Leo, Jackson and Bessie, in the living room.

If you want to do it, you have to discuss it, you can't fight randomly, who is the target, intelligence collection, plan formulation, logistics supply... these all need to be considered.

Only in this way can the success rate be increased and losses reduced.

"The target is the town of Conroe, the drug lord Matt!" Ren said expressionlessly.

He didn't forget that this reckless guy actually bribed several reporters to give him eye drops at the charity gala.

Does he really think Master Ren has a good temper?
The voice without a trace of emotion came into the ears of several people, everyone was surprised, and the old Bill was also a little surprised and asked:

"Boss, are you sure you want to move him? Matt is also considered a character. He can do both black and white. He has done well in the area of ​​Dilamo City and Wilton City, and his background is not small."

He was a little scrupulous, but his strength was second. It is said that Matt was in the third rank. He might have hidden a hand, but he managed to beat the third rank.

However, he has colluded with several local high-ranking officials, which is a bit troublesome, and it is easy to cause trouble.

Ren narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Just do it, I'll take care of it if something goes wrong."

A drug lord, presumably with a lot of money, recently bought weapons, rented farms, recruited manpower, etc., the company's liquidity has bottomed out, it's time to sacrifice this fat sheep.

With a slightly surprised expression on his face, Bill didn't say a word anymore. This sentence is enough. With the strength and background of the boss, he can still withstand it. At most, there will be some trouble afterwards.

"Hmph, I've long since disliked that scumbag, so send him to hell as soon as possible!" Leo said grimly.

At this moment, he was very happy in his heart, and he couldn't wait.

The hot girl Bessie smiled coquettishly: "Why, did he offend you?"

She hadn't dealt with Matt.

"Leo used to live in the small town of Conroe, and his younger brother became addicted to drugs, which has nothing to do with Matt," Jackson added.

He also doesn't like Matt, and drug trafficking is really hated.

Thinking of this, Leo's teeth itch with anger. His younger brother is now half useless and in poor health. The money he sent home when he was a mercenary was also secretly squandered by his younger brother.

The point is, drug addiction is still hard to quit, God knows if his brother can recover.

"That's just right, new and old grudges are counted together, you should have his information, sort it out, immediately make a plan, and beat him to death!" Ren ordered.

Either don't do it, or do it in one pot.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Leo said excitedly, he walked out of the hall with his arms around Jackson's shoulders, and went back to sort out the materials.

Bessie winked at Ryan and invited him to spend the night together to discuss the origin of life, but was rejected.

After everyone left, Old Bill hesitated for a moment, stared at Ren, and said meaningfully: "In addition to colluding with officials, Matt may have another card."

The drug business is so lucrative, how could a tycoon who has been in this business for nearly 20 years not have a backhand.

(End of this chapter)