MTL - Please Call Me Lord God-~ Fanwai Seat of Fear (1)

The main line of Caverns is still being modified.

This part is an extra chapter involving the family members of Jiudaiyuan. If you are not interested, don't order it.

I am also writing outside of the Iron Age, but I have changed it several times, and I am not satisfied. If I have a chance, I will release it again.

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There is still much to prepare.

M870 shotgun.

A single bullet with mercury.

Colt revolver.

Grenade.

Kevlar body armor.

...

Originally, he had a lot of time, but now he can't wait.

The man took a deep breath and devoted himself to scratching the etch marks on the bullet's warhead.

——Expansion type all-metal-coated projectile, although it looks like a typical 9cm all-metal projectile. After being fired, the nicks on the bullet's head will expand and deform in the human body, which will cause strong vibration.

A total of six thousand engraved bullets, all yards in front of him, it took him almost three years to get it done little by little.

For the past three years, he has been preparing.

He started to exercise and insisted on running 19 kilometers every day.

He no longer smokes and refuses alcoholic beverages, instead spending more time on physical fitness.

In his forties, his physical strength has always been poor. Occasionally he has a headache and fever, and he is about to toss.

After three years of hard work, his small belly disappeared and he became a few solid abs.

Every morning, he goes to bed early and wakes up early. Through good rest time, he becomes extra healthy and his energy recovers.

He participates in work every day as usual. Men have their own shops and business is OK.

On weekends, he would go to a nearby church to worship and chat with neighbors in the community.

Yes, three years have passed, and everyone thinks everything is over.

But he knew very well that the matter was not over.

He didn't allow things to end like that.

That's why he was preparing in such a secret way. He closely followed the wind and grass in the city, and even took the initiative to hire several private detectives to inquire about various news.

All the news of the drug trafficking organization was collected in the basement, and it is difficult for him to know more about that organization than that of the incompetent police department.

The drug-trafficking group named "Hahn" has a small reputation in the local area. It may not be comparable to a large drug-trafficking organization, but it is very harmful to the local community.

In fact, the really large local drug dealers are not bad for the local residents. The group of "Hahn" is just a group of young bastards, half of whom are Mexican descendants from the United States, not local residents.

The clumsy groups acted with no worries, and they had a bad relationship with the surrounding organizations, but they did get a lot of money through drug trafficking. This money could at least allow them to bribe corrupt police in this city, and in the court Judge.

Collusion with police gangs has occurred in Mexico. The state of Guerrero is one of the most dangerous areas for women. On average, as many as 500 women are killed each year, which is four times that of Mexico.

During 2014, the former mayoral couple of Iguala created a shocking 9.26 incident.

A group of college students opposed to the mayor was going to protest, but was intercepted halfway by the police. Then the police opened fire on the defenseless students, killing six people, and arrested the remaining 43 students in the police car.

Nine days later, the bodies of the students who were burned by the fire were found in the random graves.

According to the arrested police, the students were later handed over to a group of drug dealers. Since then, these 43 people have evaporated.

This is a tragedy in a civilized world.

Mexico is a modern country that has abolished the death penalty, but such ridiculous things still happen in this country.

The police department is unreliable!

In the city's police stations and in government agencies, there are probably the other party's eyes and ears.

He knew this very well, so the entire investigation process was using his own network.

After spending so long, he finally figured out a lot of facts, and knew who he was going to avenge.

Quinn, the second son of Hahn's leader, most likely killed his daughter.

He didn't intend to let go of that little ghost, even if the other party was only seventeen years old, this kid who was not yet full of age was a born demon, printed with the appearance of his demon father.

Three years ago, the moment his daughter Shay's body was found on the beach, he vowed a poison in his heart.

We must let the murderer pay for his debts.

But the police obviously had a lot of evidence. The case was tried for more than a year. In the court, the murderer Quinn was released in court.

"Useless! We can't beat them."

His friend lawyer Wright sighed: "The jury, the judge, and the witnesses were all sold by them. We lost this time, but if you and I insist on continuing to fight the lawsuit, we will be dead. . "

"They bribed government departments and the mayor, and even if we collect more tone, we can't sue Quinn, because all these evidence will disappear as soon as they reach the police station."

"Sorry, I really can't help you, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to continue fighting with them."

A friend refused to help him anymore, because Wright was just an ordinary person, he had a wife and a son, and could not put his life in for his friend.

(Yes, I shouldn't roll him up. He's not like me, he lives happily.)

He recalled everything that had happened in the past, while loading his own gun.

...

"Let's go! What are you trying to do here!"

On that day, he came to the door and found the drug lord Hahn.

This thin-skinned man is not like a drug criminal, but like a company boss, in a suit and leather shoes, sitting on a chair and still approving documents, saying in his mouth, "It's really strange. We have seen you a lot before Second, you also refused to talk to me, why are you here today? "

Between entering the door, he was searched closely.

"My daughter was killed by your son, you must give me a statement."

"Argument, what is it? There is no killing, but it's not up to you, you know, he was acquitted in court."

"He did kill my daughter, and we both knew it."

He took the initiative to find the chief of the villain to discuss an argument.

"Queen will be acquitted because you 'Hahn' bribed the judge, but I have a lot of evidence ..."

He admitted frankly: "I also know that you can't sue your son, but I recently heard that you are running for a local council member. I don't think you want anyone to spread some gossip on the Internet, right?"

"So, sir."

Hahn put down his pen, stopped, and looked at him.

"What do you want to do?"

He took a deep breath and held out five fingers.

"Give me this value and nothing will happen."

Next, he collected himself and his friend Wright for more than half a year, including countless hard-working "evidence", all packed in envelopes and thrown on the table.

"Give me the money, whatever you want to do next ..."

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He got a lot of money, at least not even for most of his life.

All this was his premeditation, and he knew that brute force was useless.

Getting this money can, on the one hand, dispel the suspicion of the drug syndicate on the other; on the other hand, his subsequent revenge also requires a lot of money.

Utilizing secret channels, avoiding people's ears to collect firearms and weapons, bribing police officers to find loopholes in the organization "Hahn", using money to sell eyeliners, and investigating the actions of Hahn and his son Quinn, all of which require money.

A news came from the TV in the basement.

It was Quinn, who drunk a driver and killed a passerby. He recently paid a large amount of bail to leave the prison safely.

In this country, getting in and out of a prison is as easy as staying in a hotel for the rich.

From the eyeliner, he also knew that Quinn was going to go abroad soon. Hahn thought the son was a trouble, but still spent huge sums of money to send him out.

Once the other party leaves the city, never want to catch him.

"Say, I'm so sorry, Dad won't be able to get revenge on you until now."

This evening is the best time.

He is fully prepared.

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Hanres drank the beer and walked down the stairs. He went into the men's bathroom, and at this moment the phone rang.

"Hey, well, I see."

"Did not drink too much, and there is no problem below."

"I see, I'll come over now."

He had finished urinating from the urinal, and before turning, a **** smashed into his head.

Hanres fell to the ground with blood on his head.

"Hello, Hanres, I'm your friend."

The muzzle of the black hole was against his head. In front of the trembling Hanres, a man in a black costume was pointing at him with a pistol.

"I want to ask a question, where is Quine now ..."

"Friend, don't shoot."

A big cold sweat appeared on Hanrez's forehead.

"He's on the twelfth floor. The junk is kicking up. How did you and you come in? There is a monitor upstairs ..."

For this little jumble of information from Hanres.

He also knew something.

This guy is Quinn's pig friend and dog friend, so maybe one of the people who killed Shay at the time.

The forensic doctor secretly told him in the cafe that the group had tortured her for at least 48 hours. Before the death, the poor girl was covered with bruises and her limbs were swollen.

He asked about the situation upstairs again, and put a muffler-mounted pistol in his mouth, so that the bullet penetrated through his back of the brain.

He put his head into the toilet and blocked the door of the single room with a broom.

He also stepped on the phone, and threw it upstairs into the haystack below.

"In other words, is that guy on the twelfth floor?"

This 13-storey building is a poison manufacturing site bought by Hahn.

With his understanding of the interior of the floor and his training skills, he moved carefully and walked very smoothly along the way.

This drug-trafficking organization is too arrogant. They have no enemies in the city, and the police will not come to find trouble.

So on the defensive side, there are only a few dead dogs downstairs and that bad guy downstairs.

Each floor upstairs has their own staff.

This group of guys are too negligent to make themselves successful.

I hid in a safe passage ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ and then tried my best to avoid surveillance while walking upstairs.

He knew the layout inside the building, but he didn't know where Quin was.

This is the old nest of drug dealers, and once they find out what happened to Hanrez, they can hardly fly.

The elevator, which has a total of 13 floors, cannot be used, otherwise it will be sent to death upon entering the door.

When he reached the eleventh floor, he found the entrance to the corridor blocked.

He simply stomped his feet and climbed up from the window. At the height of ten floors, ordinary people would feel dizzy at a glance, but he turned to the balcony on the twelfth floor without hesitation.

He heard the dazzling sound of heavy metal music. Above the balcony, Quinn and his party feathers were still cheering, but they did not know that the **** of death had arrived.

"Tonight, no one can forgive you."

Because I'm going to kill.