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Volume 1 Chapter 11. Old John’s Shuffle

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    A minute can decide a battle, an hour can decide a battle, and a day can decide the fate of a country.  ——Benjamin Franklin (famous American writer, politician and scientist, one of the leaders of the Independent Revolution.)

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    The tunnel is not just a path leading to the fireplace in the living room. There is even a hidden passage leading to the vent on the third floor.  However, Edward moved a stone slab in the tunnel and quickly got into a smaller tunnel.

    “Boss, come out quickly!”

    There was still light at the other end of the tunnel, and Amy's dark face was at that end. She watched Edward crawl over quickly, put on his hand and pulled him out, looked at no one around, and then closed the tunnel entrance: "Our situation  Very bad.”

    Not everyone in the gang knows about this tunnel. Apart from Edward, only the people who built the tunnel and Amy know it clearly.  However, the person who renovated the apartment had already entered heaven a week after renovating the apartment.

    "What, did you call Old John?" Edward wiped his nose, and Winchester 1887's voice came to his ears. Apparently, the battle was still going on not far outside the door.  He took out the M9 from his waist and said in a deep voice: "What did the old man say?"

    Amy shook her head, glanced at Edward and said with some embarrassment: "No, I haven't called yet."

    "Why?"

    There was a hint of anger in his tone: "I need a reason." Edward turned his head slightly, looked at Amy's face, put his hand on his shoulder, but squeezed his collarbone and it hurt: "I don't want to  To be wiped out tonight, you know, I put a lot of effort into this."

    Amy nodded and said hurriedly: "I know, but I can't contact that old guy at all!" He swallowed, and his voice was a little panicked: "Boss, you know, my status can't be compared to that of old John.  talk!"

    Although Amy still held a submachine gun in his hand, he could not form any idea at all when faced with Edward's questioning.

    "I'm sorry, I lost my temper because of the Russians." Edward forced a smile on his lips, stretched out his hand to smooth Amy's shoulders, and put away the pistol in his right hand: "I will call Old John personally.  "

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    “Dingling bell—dinging bell—”

    In the luxuriously decorated room, the phone rang rapidly, interrupting someone who was napping on the lounge chair next to the fireplace.

    "Oh, it's so unsettling!" Opening his somewhat confused eyes, the man slowly sat upright, picked up the glasses on the low table beside him, put them on before his eyes and looked at the phone not far away.

    The soft light shines on his face, which is full of wrinkles. He is an old man with gray hair.

    Some chubby hands picked up the newspaper on his knees, folded it neatly and placed it on the low table. Then he slowly stood up, walked towards the phone, and squinted at the clock on the left: "  Is it already night?"

    Shaking his head slightly, the old man shook his head with some self-deprecation: "As we get older, even taking a nap takes a long time" Looking at the familiar number displayed on it, with a slight smile on his lips, as if everything was under control, he picked up the  Phone: "Hello, my dear Mr. Edward."

    "No, Director John, I'm very bad!"

    On the phone, a rich male voice sounded, calm but with a trace of anger: "Please tell me why the Russians came to my home and there is no one from the police station to help me solve it."

    "Oh, my dear Edward, has something happened?" Old John stretched out his hand to wipe his nose, raised his cloudy eyes to look at the night outside the window, shook his head slightly and sighed: "Oh, people are old, even their heads are  , not as good as you young people"

    "It seems to me that you are very healthy!" A worried Edward interrupted, interrupting Old John's words: "If you can, I hope you can help me this time."

    Old John shook his head slightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Oh oh oh, young people are young people, they always like to interrupt the old people." There was a sound of dissatisfaction in his mouth: "Can't you wait for me to finish speaking?  ?"

    "Yes, Mr. John, you said it!"

    Edward's brows furrowed tightly, and a suppressed anger burned in his heart, as if it was going to burn his whole body.

    He squeezed the phone tightly and tried to keep his tone calm: "I would like toI intend to give up 10% again on the basis of the previous one!  "

    "Oh, my lovely little Edward, I think you are not joking, right?"

    On the other end of the phone, Old John seemed to be shocked. He coughed slightly and asked a little excitedly: "Didn't you do this because of a temporary fever?"

    His words were filled with obvious sarcasm: "According to your personality, you won't give up so easily!"

    "Of course, no!" The phone made a creaking sound, and Edward's knuckles turned slightly white. He wanted to throw the phone to the ground and yell at the disgusting vampire opposite.

    But, this is obviously impossible.

    The gunshots in his ears and the gloomy fear in the eyes of his brothers prevented him from doing this. Edward gritted his teeth, he had to endure.  Sacrificing most of the interests for the sake of temporary pleasure is not his style, nor is it his personality!

    "Tomorrow, at ten o'clock at the latest, I will transfer the money to your account."

    Edward spoke almost word for word. He tremblingly said to the mobile phone: "You know how much effort I have put into this gang!" He held the mobile phone slightly away from his face, making it easier for the gunshots around him to pass in: "You know better.  , What is the purpose of establishing my gang?"

    "uh-huh!"

    Old John's satisfied voice came out immediately on the phone. He didn't show any signs of Edward's excitement. He just said with a smile: "Young man is just young. You must respect the old man before you wake up."

    Edward was almost trembling all over: "For my previous disrespect, I am willing to give up half of it!" He almost roared: "You know, the international investigation and punishment of this thing is becoming more and more strict, and it is already difficult to get it.  It’s in stock!”

    On the other end of the phone, Old John nodded, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Of course, I think as long as you can persist, God will bless you to be invincible!" As he said, he put the phone down, shook his head slightly, and supported the fat man  His waist twisted: "What a disobedient little thing. Do you really need to train another one? It's really embarrassing."

    After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Old John exhaled, picked up his mobile phone and fiddled with a few buttons, then put on a fake smile: "Oh, is it Old Siwo? I've run into a little trouble here.  , oh, God, you know in the suburbs no no, I don't have to leave anything behind"

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    "Boss, how are you doing?"

    Edward walked out of the room, and the rapid gunshots of the AK-47 were slightly weaker. At the stairs, Amy immediately came over with her face covered. The look on her face covered with blood made him slightly startled: "Amy, what's wrong?  What happened? Are you injured?"

    Amy held the submachine gun in his hand and smiled nonchalantly: "That group of Russian sons of bitches organized a charge just now, and the bullet hit the earlobe. His life is not in danger." However, as he spoke, his words were slightly sad: "  Another brother was hit in the abdomen and his intestines were interrupted"

    "I see!"

    Pursing his lips, Edward smoothed his flaxen hair. With a certain determination in his eyes, he said to the brothers around him: "Old John will send someone over right away. We only need to hold on for five minutes!"

    The police station in the town is equipped with two helicopters. Although they are not current models, they are also military helicopters from more than 20 years ago.  It may be vulnerable to today's modern warfare, but it is still easy to deal with the Russians who do not have heavy firepower!  Besides, the weather is sunny now, and the arrival time is only ten minutes at the latest!

    "Will they pay the price?"

    At the top of the stairs, Kosoga was sitting there, looking at Edward with red eyes. Invincible hatred appeared in his eyes, making him seem like an undead who was born only for revenge: "I want revenge! I want  Revenge Thors!"

    "Will do!"

    Edward looked around deeply and looked at each brother. He raised the M9 pistol in his hand. His silver suit made him look more like a successful businessman than a gang leader: "Promise in my name!  They will pay the price!"

    "No one can die in vain!" Edward roared loudly at the stairs, straightened his arms, and fired several shots at the stairs, making his whole face filled with smoke: "Shit! If you have the ability, come up here!"

    "Come up here! Shit!"

    The brothers around them roared angrily, pointed the firearms in their hands at the stairs, and opened fire with all their strength. They were so condescending that they blocked the Russians' momentum.?'s block.

    "I will make your blood flow like a river!"

    Edward took out a pistol magazine from his arms and loaded it in almost three seconds. As fast as a phantom, he continued to fire downwards, shooting a Russian man's arm through, causing blood to flow on the ground:  "Come on! Come on! Come on!" He roared crazily.

    If there is a last-ditch battle, Edward believes that he is now fighting a last-ditch battle.  He didn't even dare to admit in his heart, whose reinforcements were coming after Old John's helicopter arrived.

    my own?  Or Russian?  Or perhaps neither

    Edward simply couldn't imagine it, and he didn't want to imagine it.  Because even if he escaped before, I'm afraid he wouldn't be free for long. Old John's ability in this city and the connections he knows are surprisingly great!

    "destiny?"

    Edward smiled self-deprecatingly: "I've already died once, it doesn't matter anymore!" He looked at the brothers around him and touched the corners of his eyes. To be honest, he was already 32 years old. Although he was in his prime, he was not in his twenties.  Young man, it has been thirty-two years since he came to this world

    "I have seen through this selfish world, it is just a petri dish of desire!"

    Edward muttered to himself, and he could even hear the roar of the helicopter in his ears. He looked at the happy expressions of the brothers around him, and there was a trace of self-mockery in the corner of his mouth. Edward actually knew in his heart whether this was a savior or a demon who pushed people into the abyss.  .

    An OH-6A helicopter appeared above the unfinished building, and its huge searchlight illuminated the area below.  A huge roar enveloped the entire unfinished building. Even the Russians stopped firing the triggers in their hands and hid in the corners, quietly observing the movements of the helicopter.

    "Jingle Bell——"

    A pleasant ringtone instantly rang in Edward's breast pocket, interrupting Edward's thoughts. He slowly picked up the phone and opened the top cover. It was an unfamiliar number. He put the phone to the side of his face and whispered:  "Hello…"

    "Edward?" A strange voice sounded, with a hint of indifference.

    Edward frowned slightly and swallowed involuntarily. He glanced at the brothers around him and nodded lightly: "Yes, I am Edward. Excuse me"

    Before he finished speaking, the person inside said coldly: "Very good, I will be in front of you in five minutes." Before Edward could react, the phone rang with a "beep" busy tone.

    "Boom——"

    Still dazed, Edward suddenly noticed a large amount of thick smoke accompanied by a roar on the helicopter outside the window, and then a black spot appeared in the thick smoke, piercing the void like a sharp arrow, and instantly arrived at the unfinished building.

    "What is that?" Amy opened her mouth in surprise. With the PP-90M1 in her hand, even the Russians on the first floor seemed to have silenced themselves.

    The mobile phone in Edward's hand fell to the ground and broke in half: "It's a missile" He muttered to himself, watching the black spots getting bigger and bigger, his soul seemed to fall into the abyss, and he cursed feebly: "  Old John, you're going to hell"

    There was no violent explosion, only a wave of heat that hit him instantly, making him unable to stand and swaying from side to side.

    A wave of fire rushed over immediately, swallowing up the Russians below and the brothers in front, and turned into a devil's hand from hell to grab Edward. He could only reach out his hand in vain and block it in front of him to stop him.  That flame can instantly scorch a human body.

    However, a white light appeared out of the corner of his eye, and a hand reached out from it and grabbed his collar tightly. It instantly turned into a white light, followed by waves of familiar dizziness, which shocked Edward.  Then the cold words came: "Mr. Edward, please don't move"

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