In the next two days, two teams at Peace Dove's New York station conducted targeted special training. Before, they aimed to completely eliminate the enemy. When shooting, they always shot two guns in the chest and one in the head.

But now that's no longer possible. They need to play the role of FBI agents. If they use the Mozambique shooting method, it's a bit difficult to explain. If they are suspected of murder and silence, they must learn the uniform-based shooting method.

It's just that they won't be "good students". They will definitely learn very badly and kill people with one shot.

In New York in February, the average maximum temperature is only about 4 degrees Celsius, and the temperature in the morning is even higher, usually around three or four degrees below zero.

But early in the morning, Nan Yi was still sitting on a chair in Central Park, flipping through newspapers in his hands. There were three cups of coffee on the chair, a stack of newspapers beside the coffee, and a handful of newspapers under it.

The Glock 17 has just been launched.

Already loaded, with 171 bullets, a silencer is installed on the gun head, and the bullet head has been filed to enhance the bullet breaking and rolling effects; the trigger has also been modified and is relatively light. Nanyi can tilt 18 bullets in 2.43 seconds.

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As soon as Nan Yi finished reading a newspaper, the person he was waiting for arrived.

One old and one middle-aged. The old one is sixty or seventy years old, and the middle one is about forty. The old one looks kind, and the middle one looks very tough. The weather is so cold, and he doesn't wear much, and there is a hair exposed on his neck.

Dragon head, it looks like he should have a shoulder-length dragon tattooed on his body.

"Sir, did you make an appointment with us?"

"Here, sit down first, I'll talk to you slowly." Nan Yi invited the two of them to sit next to him, and then said seriously: "As for vernacular, I'm not very good at it. Judging from the two of you, I guess

I can’t speak Mandarin, so I’ll just use English to express my seriousness.”

Nan Yi looked at the older man among the two and said seriously: "I'll just call you Uncle Qi. We have nothing to do with each other. It can be said that we are just like each other. You don't know me, and I don't want to know you.

But this peaceful relationship changed a few days ago. Qiu Chishan wanted your life, but he hurt my daughter.

I understand this principle, Qiu Chishan, I will naturally go to him, but you should also give me a certain amount of compensation."

Nan Yi glanced at Yin Zhankui, the boss of Yin, and said: "Boss Yin, the cause of the incident is because your Ghost Shadow Gang wanted to annex the Feilong Gang. It can be said that the incident started because of you. Without you, there would be nothing that happened next.

So, give me 9 red envelopes worth 8 US dollars, and forget about it. Don’t be nervous, there are still two decimal places, 8,888,888.88. I believe that more than 8 million US dollars is not a problem for you.

By the way, I don’t want black money, I want clean money.”

Nan Yi spread his hands and continued: "Of course, you don't have to give it."

"Sir, what is your surname?"

Yin Zhankui didn't speak, but Wu Jiazhao did.

"Nan, you can call me Mr. Nan, or you can just call me Nan. Of course, in private, you will probably call me Shaozi, so the name doesn't matter."

"Okay, I'll call you Mr. Nan." Wu Jiazhao nodded, "Mr. Nan, don't you think your asking price is too much?"

"Is it too much?" Nan Yi shrugged, "Maybe, I said, Boss Yin doesn't have to give it."

Nan Yi said and made a gesture to the school beauty.

After receiving Nanyi's signal, the school beauty rushed to the intercom and said: "Action!"

On Canal Street, as Johnny yelled "move", a modified pickup truck smashed open the iron gate of a villa's courtyard; as the iron gate was knocked open, snipers from high places opened fire at the same time,

Kill several exposed targets in the yard.

The courtyard door was knocked open, and a group of people with "FBI" written in white on their backs entered the courtyard in an attack formation. Puff, puff, puff, the assault rifles fired from time to time, killing one target after another.

Playing professionally and amateurishly, with mental arithmetic but no care, the team soon reached the gate of the villa.

As gas masks were put on and tear gas was thrown into the villa, the final outcome was actually determined.

One team member held a Remington M870 shotgun and fired two shots at the hinge of the door. Another team member was about to use an assault rifle to launch an indiscriminate attack on the door when he was shot by the team leader next to him.

stop.

If the door is full of bullet holes, it will be difficult to explain later when the Emerald Detachment comes to clean up the mess.

The team leader nodded to the two team members holding police shields. The two team members walked to the edge of the door, holding their shields high and low, and pressed the two shields against the door. The other team members either

Hide in a blind spot against a wall or within the protection of a shield.

Then a team member took an iron rod found in the yard and hid behind the shield. The iron rod was thrust at the gate at an angle. With a bang, the gate fell down.

Bang bang, two shock bombs were thrown in, and with two explosions, the three team members, protected by police shields, stormed into the villa.

Puff puff puff, several gunshots were fired, and then several "clear" sounds were heard.

The other three team members entered the building wary of each other. As the hall was fully controlled, the remnants of the shock bomb on the ground were picked up and stuffed into a tactical backpack.

Continue to advance, room after room, until all "suspected armed personnel" are killed, and after confirming that the two targets are dead, the team evacuates immediately.

After that, the real Jade detachment came to take over.

In tomorrow's newspaper, there will definitely be a report about the Jade Detachment's elimination of a Chinese gang, drug lord, and arms dealer.

Qiu Chishan and Qiu Junjie have already died, so they probably won't object to others making their images more awesome and three-dimensional.

…

"Nansheng, the operation is over."

In Central Park, the school beauty heard the "gameover" call on the intercom and walked to Nan Yi and said.

Nan Yi shook his left arm, showed his watch, looked at the time, and secretly said: "7 minutes and 24 seconds, it seems that Heping Ge is still not used to this kind of constrained work, so it is necessary to recruit a small team from SWAT.

"

"Boss Yin, just now, Qiu Chishan has been shot dead by the FBI. Congratulations, your family is now the only one in Chinatown." Nan Yi stood up and nodded slightly at Wu Jiazhao, "Uncle Qi, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first.

You can try the coffee, not the instant coffee you buy on the street, but the top quality, Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee.”

With that said, Nan Yi picked up the newspaper on the chair, picked up the gun underneath, slowly turned the safety off, slowly unscrewed the silencer, and put it in his pocket.

He nodded to the two of them again before turning around and leaving.

As he left, the bodyguards who were hiding in the dark also came out and followed him. A dozen people surrounded Nan Yi in the middle.

"Zhankui, what do you think?"

"Uncle Qi, what else can I say? You won't really be invited, right?"

"Excuse me, Yanjia Tuo. When I woke up, I saw a note on the bedside, which said: 'The car is waiting outside the door, please meet.'

Everyone has put the note on the bedside. Is it difficult to take it from my head?

Is it okay if I don’t come?”
Chapter completed!