Chapter 404 This gun has only one bullet, so keep it for yourself
at the same time.
In an old private factory in the suburbs of New York.
K was wiping a Sofa Eagle carefully. His hands, which used to only type on the keyboard, were now skillfully disassembling the gun and applying lubricating oil.
Although the Desert Eagle pistol is not very practical overall due to its excessive recoil.
Just like strong liquor and wild horses, although it is difficult to control, it can arouse people's interest. In the civilian market in the United States, it is a very popular weapon.
The reason why K likes the Desert Eagle is purely because of its terrifying destructive power. Even when facing a rebound vest, it has a high probability of penetrating it directly.
Although K has always been a strategic person, he rarely has the opportunity to hold a gun himself.
Therefore, if the situation calls for him to pick up a gun himself, K's choice... is always the most direct and uncompromising, with the idea of leaving no chance for the opponent as long as he shoots.
Therefore, the weapons he is good at and likes most are also of this powerful type.
In addition to the Desert Eagle in his hand, there was also a heavy sniper rifle next to K, the model of which was exactly the same as the one used by the priest before.
Just as K was carefully wiping the gun oil.
J, who shaved his head into a flat top to avoid being tracked, took out an advanced fully automatic rifle from a wooden box full of guns next to him, put it against his shoulder and simulated aiming at the factory gate.
After making sure there is no problem, just press the trigger to fire a magazine of bullets.
J put down the fully automatic rifle in his hand and opened another wooden box next to him, revealing several brand new shoulder-fired individual rocket launchers inside.
As if he remembered something, he turned to look at K who was quietly wiping the gun oil, and said dully.
"Brother K."
"Is it necessary to use such heavy weapons?"
"I'm worried... if we use all these individual rocket launchers, even if we kill the dog who's leading the group, we'll still be recognized as a terrorist organization by the U.S. government."
"By then, I'm afraid that just as we dealt with the group of dogs that were tracking us, we will be greeted by a new group of soldiers."
Hearing this.
K stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at J not far away, and frowned.
"J."
"You shouldn't be thinking about whether you will be considered a terrorist organization, but how to deal with the dog who is leading it."
"You have never thought about keeping a low profile over the years. There are so many clues left in various places in New York. Even if you try your best to hide them and plug all the loopholes you know about."
"Based on my understanding of Su Ming, maybe within seven days, no, five days, he will be able to follow the clues we have long forgotten and hold a gun to your temple."
"But if we get rid of him, even if we are officially recognized as a terrorist organization by the United States, those useless New York police won't be able to find us, and we will have enough time to respond."
"So... Either you wait to die, or you do something drastic, understand?"
The words fell.
J couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of... When K was in Longguo before, he tried to plug all the loopholes to avoid being discovered by Su Ming.
But the final result was... they had to return to the United States. Even the group of dogs have not given up the idea of hunting, and they also came to the United States using the influence of the Morgan Consortium.
After clarifying this point.
J's expression immediately became serious and he nodded vigorously.
"Understood, Brother K."
"Even the priest who taught us all kinds of firearms and shooting techniques fell under Su Ming's gun. Now it really is not too safe."
While responding seriously, J also picked up the single-soldier shoulder-fired rocket launcher in the wooden box and carefully checked whether there were any problems with the precision components.
Just at this moment.
The tightly closed door of the old factory was pushed open, instantly making J and K alert.
Next second.
Number 10, who was wearing a young JK outfit, slowly walked in from the opened space. Seeing the serious J and K, she quickly waved her hand.
"Brother K, J, don't be nervous, it's me."
"I received a message from Brother K not long ago, and I rushed here immediately. I guess I'm not late, right?"
Speaking of this.
As Number 10 closed the factory door, he glanced around the interior with some confusion.
"Hey, why are there only two of you? Where's Q? Isn't he here to discuss the next steps?"
"Didn't we just need to attract the dogs' attention, and the three of you will decide on the specific action plan?"
"How can we discuss this if Q isn't here? Oh, I see."
"It's already two or three in the morning. Sister Q is getting old, so she must take good care of herself and get some beauty sleep."
He said such a long speech.
Seeing that neither J nor K responded, No. 10 immediately felt a little bored and did not continue to blame Q, so he continued.
"By the way, Brother K."
"What do you want me to come here for?"
"Don't worry, those dogs haven't found any clues about me yet. I feel...leaving only one ring may not be enough for them to find me."
K put down the Desert Eagle in his hand, squinted his eyes and stared at No. 10 for a few seconds, and said in a cold voice.
"Number 10."
"Are you planning to attack those dogs first before we carry out our plan?"
Hear this question.
Number 10 paused for a moment, and immediately wondered if Number 8 had betrayed him, but he quickly reacted, forced a harmless smile, and shook his head.
"How could that be, Brother K?"
"Since our poker organization has encountered such a crisis, how could I not act according to the previously discussed plan and rashly attack those dogs like this?"
"Besides, even you, Brother K, can't handle them. I definitely don't have the confidence to make the leader, Su Ming, pay with his life."
"Brother K, please don't misunderstand me. Some people just want to deliberately create conflicts in order to..."
Before Number 10 could finish.
K interrupted his subsequent words expressionlessly and spoke very seriously.
“That’s not my inference.”
"It's not what you said, that some people deliberately created conflicts. This matter... was actually told to me by the professor."
"Professor?" Number 10 was stunned for a moment, feeling indescribable and asking with a stiff expression.
"Brother K, you are kidding me."
"Why would the professor suddenly say something like this? Besides, I haven't visited him for a long time."
Through No. 10’s expression and answer.
K is basically certain that what the professor said is indeed correct. Number 10 really wants to face Su Ming alone in order to gain recognition.
If it were his former subordinates, K would have lost his patience long ago and picked up the Desert Eagle next to him, letting this uncertain factor leave the world sooner.
But the No. 10 in front of him is just like J, the family member he values most.
K took a deep breath, suppressed his irritable mood, and spoke calmly.
"Number 10."
"The professor knows each of us much better than you can imagine."
"I also want to remind you that the professor decided to abandon the villa he had lived in for more than ten years a few hours ago. Even I don't know where he is now."
"From this approach, it can be seen that...the professor is not as confident about our mission as we thought."
"And you... are what the professor is most worried about, because you are so competitive, because you think you should be more than just number 10, and want to become J, Q, or K."
"So the professor concluded that... since you have never had the opportunity to prove yourself, you will make a very wrong choice in this plan."
"Number 10, you know, if this mission fails, there may never be a poker organization again."
Speaking of this.
K paused for a moment, then continued seriously.
"Number 10, I can promise you."
"As long as you can deal with the leading dog as planned this time, I will take the initiative to explain to the professor and give you the position of K."
"I don't want you to risk your own safety and the future of the poker organization on something like this."
"Because I know that the Dragon Country policeman named Su Ming is not as easy to deal with as you think. He may even be far beyond your imagination."
Looking at K's serious expression.
Number 10 opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start.
Silence for several seconds.
Number 10's eyes became extremely determined, and he clenched his fists slightly, holding up his snow-white neck.
"Brother K."
"I have always respected you. I have no objection or opinion about you becoming K and the big brother of the rest of us."
"But I think... you have been away from the United States for too many years, and you may have ignored my growth. Now I am fully confident that I can lead the dog..."
Before Number 10 could finish.
K waved his hand, interrupting his subsequent words, bent down and picked up a small and exquisite ladies' pistol that was less than the size of a palm from the side, walked slowly to No. 10 and handed it to him, saying hoarsely.
"Number 10."
"Perhaps I can't convince you, but if you insist on trying to act alone, I will do my best to help you clean up the mess if the action fails."
"Then, I'm going to give you a gift."
"This gun suits you very well, but it is not practical. It can only hold one bullet at a time. It just looks exquisite."
"You know... a pistol with only one bullet in it definitely can't pose any threat to those dogs, so you should know what this gun is for."
"You can fail if you act alone, but you must not fall into the hands of those dogs. At least you must not enter the New York Police Department alive."
"But I hope you... never have to use this gun..."
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