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NO.193 I have a dream

"This is Andre Irving, the leader of the Shark Gang." Joshua's tone was full of murderous intent. "He was from Irish. He lived in Detroit when he was a child. His parents died at the age of seven. Only one grandmother supported him. He started selling drugs at the age of fifteen and arms at the age of eighteen. Later, his business grew bigger and bigger. He was eventually taken over by the Morgan family and became a loyal dog in the Morgan family."

The other party's information was written casually. From this point, we can see how much headache Joshua has for this person. "The other party is very cunning. Anything that happens faster than a rabbit. My killer has failed four times assassination. I hope you can succeed."

"The person I want to kill has never survived the next day." The strange man sneered, "As for the reward, just subtract it from the foundation's bill."

Joshua was stunned, "Isn't this your private job? If you do that, won't you get the money?"

"Permanent loyalty to the foundation is my only code of conduct." However, the strange man showed a serious look, "Believe me, even if the person who came this time was not me, others would make the same choice as me. You will never understand how great the foundation is."

Joshua nodded with a complicated expression, "Since that's the case, I won't say much. The security guard of the other party is no less than mine. If you have something to do if you need my help..."

"No," the strange man interrupted the other person directly, "You only need to watch tomorrow's morning newspaper. Today's conversation ends here. I look forward to the day when I meet you again."

As he said that, a breeze blew through the window, and Joshua's eyes flashed. He subconsciously blinked, but when he saw the interior of the room again, the figure of the man had disappeared into the room like evaporating.

Joshua had a complicated expression and was completely silent.

...

After leaving the Williams family's manor, Zhang Heng had an extra baseball cap and a mask in his hand. He silently put two items on his head and walked silently towards Wilwood Street.

Soon, it was late at night.

Miami is a world-famous city that never sleeps. It was once the city with the highest murder rate in the United States. It also has a city of arms and drugs. Drugs from South America flowed from Miami to the United States. The huge drug dealings have brought endless vitality to Miami - high-end apartments, hotels, and luxurious nightclubs. These gold-selling caves have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. At the same time, endless gang fights and violent crimes have followed, which have not improved a lot until the past 10 years.

At this time, in order to catch the shortcut, Zhang Heng crossed the Black Street in Miami's suburbs. This road was named Martin Luther King Avenue by the black people here. Martin Luther King was the leader of the black people and once delivered a famous speech "I Have a Dream". After leading the American Civil Rights Movement, it was regarded as the leader by black people across the United States. Many black communities petitioned to name the main road of their communities Martin Luther King Avenue.

Later, Martin Luther King Avenue became a social phenomenon in the United States.

Where black people gather, it is always related to violence, drugs, gangs, and crimes. The crime rate of black people in the United States accounts for 70% of the United States, which is not unreasonable.

The houses on this road were dilapidated, with drunken ghosts and tattooed gang members. Some even crossed the market with guns. Even the police did not dare to come here alone to investigate the case.

Looking at the situation on both sides of the road, Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of a well-known joke in the United States: What if you have a friend who calls you and I'm lost on Martin Luther King Avenue? You should answer without hesitation: Escape!

However, Zhang Heng's arrival also attracted a lot of attention. Three black men in hip-hop outfits and chains were pointed and said slang with unknown meanings. One of the obviously underage black young men wanted to go forward as he said it, but was pulled by another black man. Several of them looked at Zhang Heng with malicious intentions and followed Zhang Heng far away from a distance of seven or eight meters.

Zhang Heng frowned and simply walked towards a dark alley next to him. The three black men behind him were immediately overjoyed and followed in three or two steps. In just a few seconds, a shrill scream came from the alley, with a hoarse and shrill voice, but only half of it sounded, like a duck suddenly strangled by someone's neck, and the voice stopped abruptly!

Half a minute later, Zhang Heng walked out of the alley again, without any expression on his face, and continued to walk forward.

When Zhang Heng left, a young man who secretly saw all this came over. He shook his eyes and turned around and suddenly turned into the alley quickly. But after a few seconds, the young man suddenly screamed and crawled out, while vomiting constantly, as if he had seen some extremely fearful scene...

Next, no one came to annoy Zhang Heng. Soon Zhang Heng crossed the black settlement area and arrived at the Wilwooge Street where he was targeting. He silently calculated the location of No. 53. Zhang Heng glanced at it and walked to the left.

This is the suburb of Miami, relatively close to the inland, with only scattered passers-by and whistling vehicles. After walking for about ten minutes, a parking lot with a large number of luxury cars came into view. A man with a big belly walked out of the room with a shiny blonde. The man looked drunk and kept shouting something, while the woman had a charming face. The two passed by Zhang Heng in a drunken state, and finally walked into a Ferrari sedan.

Zhang Heng stood on the sidewalk and looked at the end of the parking lot, but saw a few big neon signs flashing continuously on the lonely night in the suburbs.

shboom-night-club.

This is the name of No. 23 Wilwood Street, a nightclub in the suburbs. At the gate of the nightclub, Zhang Heng could see two security guards in suits standing outside the door, maintaining the safety of the nightclub.

"Your Excellency Commander, according to the mobile phone GPS positioning, you are now less than fifty meters away from the target." At this moment, Yuehua's reminder came from the Bluetooth headset on your ear.

"I understand." Zhang Heng replied lightly, "Can you hack the surveillance camera inside?"

"I'm sorry, the other party's surveillance system is not connected to the Internet, so I can't control it."

Zhang Heng said nothing more. He pressed down the brim of the baseball cap, like a passing pedestrian walking past the door of the nightclub.

The two security guards glanced at Zhang Heng casually, turned around and no longer cared.++ The sexy and transparent photo of the big-breasted beauty Li Xueting dressed in a private room. It is highly recommended. Please follow the WeChat official account to watch the beauty online (the beauty home search meinvjia123 and press and hold it for 3 seconds to copy)
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