Chapter 1861: "Church" matches "Widow"
A cliff manor on the outskirts of Sokovia’s capital...
There will be a grand private gathering here today, where the top executives of Hydra will meet with many businessmen and gangs in Eastern Europe.
Sokovia successfully voted to join the European Union. Starting today, this is the home of Hydra.
As a hidden organization, Hydra, which has abandoned most of the global industries, needs to reorganize its economic circle and intelligence circle here.
Their identities on the surface are Victor von Dum’s white gloves. In fact, they have changed a layer of skin and become a new violent organization with a political background.
Today, there are five of the most famous criminal organizations in Eastern Europe, and dozens of famous corporate bosses.
There are even a few well-known leaders of extremist organizations here.
The people of Hydra hide among them, and they want to integrate this part of power through coercion and lure, and finally form a new blood transfusion mechanism to provide Hydra with a steady stream of money and manpower.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, the entire manor entered a state of martial law, and one after another limousines drove into the manor along the mountain road.
Thousands of hectares of mountain forest here are private territories, and the entire manor is built on the edge of a high mountain cliff.
There is only one way to enter the manor, which leads directly to the gate of the manor.
Or if you want to take a different path, you can also venture through the woods densely covered with sensor traps, and finally climb up to a nearly vertical 100-meter cliff.
However, the manor is equipped with nearly 300 armed personnel, and a mechanized armed force of more than 500 people is stationed in the camp in the forest.
This security configuration almost completely blocked the way into the manor.
People who are dozens of years old in the "church" certainly won't do things that are only stunned.
He sat on the Mercedes Benz driven by Marvin and drove from the mountain road to the door of the manor.
Until he got out of the car and walked to the gate of the huge mansion, there was a waiter in a tuxedo, smiling while holding a tablet, asking him to enter his fingerprint to confirm his identity.
With a wrinkled smile on the face of "Church", he naturally placed his hands on the tablet computer, and then the computer displayed his information.
The waiter looked at the computer and compared it. He looked at the thick-haired middle-aged man on the computer with some uncertainty, and compared the dry old guy in front of him. He took a step back carefully and said, "Sir, Can I see your passport?
Your look is a bit different from the one shown in my photo here. "
The "church" glanced at the security guards nearby, and they reached into the inner pockets of their suits, showing a look of gaze.
"Church" didn't show any fear at all. He stretched his head and glanced at the tablet computer in the waiter's hand, then spread his hands and said, "Man, everyone has an old day.
If God decides to take your hair away, no one can do anything. "
Saying "church" and looking at the waiter who looked a little confused, he seemed to want to lower his head to confirm again...
He smiled and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, then pointed to a bus that slowly drove to the small square in front of the manor, and said with a smile: "I'm just a small person, but I am a man who brings joy to everyone. Little people."
The moment the bus door opened, a psychedelic atmosphere seemed to fill the entire manor door.
A large group of nearly 50 beauties of various appearances, dressed in **** little dresses, lined up from the bus.
The black widows who have received special training and know how to show their most charming side easily become the focus of the audience.
Her trembling chest when she jumped off the bus, occasionally tidying up her shoulder straps, hair, or adjusting the hem of her short skirt became the "murderer" that killed the man's attention.
The "church" quietly stretched the phone under the computer in the hands of the waiter while everyone's attention was drawn.
Marvin, who drove the car into the parking lot, hurriedly manipulated the computer to invade the tablet and began to use software to modify the photos above.
A few minutes later, a group of **** Yingying Yanyan finally got out of the car.
"Church" put away the phone in due course, made an "OK" gesture with his right hand, and tapped a few times at the position of the trousers.
After receiving the signal from the "church", the 180 cm tall "black widow" in the lead seemed to step forward a little impatiently, with her hands spread out on her shoulders, her **** lips slightly open, staring exaggerated. With big eyes, it seems that the efficiency of the "church" is incredible.
"Church" reached out to the waiter and snapped his fingers, and said earnestly, "Hey, man, let's hurry up!"
The big people inside are not as patient as we thought..."
The waiter regained his gaze from the big beauties as if waking up from a dream, then swallowed and looked at the smiling but non-smiling expression on the "church" face, smiling a little embarrassingly.
The "church" gestured for him to look at the computer again, then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it on himself, seemingly less anxious.
The waiter was a little dizzy by the series of things, he hurriedly looked down at the tablet in his hand.
After reconfirming, it was found that "Church" was really a model agent named Hugo, but there were more hair in the photo, and there were not so many folds on the face.
After being fiddled with by the "church", the impression of the photo just disappeared in the mind of the waiter.
This is the most basic "psychological suggestion". If you want others to identify with you, first you have to identify with yourself, and then slightly nod your head every time you speak. If you add a bit of strong evidence, you can change how a person treats you. Initial impression.
Of course, if you encounter a Kong Jing, that is another matter.
But Hydra can't find a tapper to be a doorman. There are not enough doormen like this to kill those guests with quirks.
Bending over to indicate that the "church" can go in, the waiter looked back at the two security guards, and he shrugged his shoulders a little embarrassingly...
When passing through the security gate, a security guard handed over a box. The "church" was kind enough to put half of the smoked cigarette on the cigarette case and lighter, and put it into the box with the mobile phone.
He walked briskly and passed the security door smoothly, and then waited until the box passed the inspection machine. He was like a smoker for years, he couldn't wait to reach out and take a heavy sip of the cigarette, and then bounced the cigarette **** into one. trash can.
Ignoring the strange expression of the security guard, the "church" naturally stuffed cigarettes and a lighter into his pocket and walked into the lively hall of the manor.
He was like acquaintances everywhere, greeted the guests in the lobby, and finally walked to the bar counter, found an empty seat and sat down.
The moment he sat down, the "church" waved to the bartender for wine when his cell phone rang.
Starting with Alvin’s presidential chat group, this convenient and confidential instant messaging tool became popular.
However, it can only be installed in Tomahawk phones at present, and it is only circulated in a small area.
Looking at the image of a supermarket wharf in the group, 47 with the net name "Cupid", sent a message of position.
The "church" took the iced whiskey handed over by the bartender, and he returned one with his account "Prince Frog", "enable instant messaging in five minutes."
After sending it out, the "church" deducted a small communicator the size of a grain of rice from the corner of the phone and stuck it in the phone case.
After taking a sip of whiskey, he seemed to be a bit on his head, his left hand held his ear and shook his head, then gave the bartender a thumbs up and said: "Great Scotch, give me another glass!"
As the black widows entered the manor smoothly, Yelena and Marvin who remained in the parking lot also took their heads.
The driver's uniform made Yelena look a little bloated. She leaned against Marvin's car window, shielding him from the security guards who patrolled him from time to time, and said, "Is this thing useful for you?"
Find the target, kill them quietly, and we are done. "
Marvin glanced at Yelena with a big horse face and said, "Do you know why KGB is always a CIA opponent?"
Yelena curled her lips and said, "Maybe it's because KGB is not as shameless as you."
Marvin doesn't seem to mind the definition of "shameless". While operating the small computer in front of him, he said: "Because of the details!
KGB doesn't care about human lives, or how many people will die in order to complete the task.
Including their own life!
Now we have to not only kill the people inside, but also catch the person in charge here.
Let him use the special computer here to operate the bank account of Hydra and transfer all their funds.
Jason Byrne got the bank information of Hydra, we are here to find the final password.
Last but not least, we have to leave here alive! "
Speaking of what Marvin seemed to have done, he pointed to a green button on the computer and said, "As long as I press this, we can take over the communication system around this manor.
It will regularly send messages to those security guards to make them think the estate is safe.
So, it's your turn now!
Send in what the girls need..."
Yelena listened. Through the rearview mirror of the vehicle, she saw a team of waiters pushing several dining carts waiting not far away.
A truck with a hotel logo was slowly driving towards the parking lot. It was a truck that came to replenish the manor with food.
The moment the truck drove behind Yelena, Yelena pulled out a box from the lower deck of the bus like a magic trick, and then simply fiddled with it, and it became a dining car covered with black velvet.
Then the black widow tore **** her chest, and his driver uniform suddenly broke, revealing the uniform of the waiter inside.
Pushing the car at a speed close to the truck, avoiding the security's sight.
Yelena got into the team of waiters like a ghost, followed them to put the contents of the truck on the dining car, and then entered the kitchen through the back door of the manor.
In the hot kitchen, no one noticed a low-key waiter.
Yelena expertly handed a few pieces of high-end beef to a chef who was in charge of frying the steak.
After giving a shy smile, Yelena pushed the cart and left the kitchen.
When passing by the wine warehouse, she naturally greeted the waiter and placed a tray on the dining car with a dozen glasses of champagne.
Then she pushed champagne towards the hall of the manor...
When a tall garbage truck passed by, Yelena tore off her brown wig and threw it into the garbage truck.
Then she straightened her body naturally, like a qualified waiter in the lobby, slightly raised her chin, pushed the dining car and a few security guards at the door, nodded politely, and went through the door smoothly. Up the hall.
As soon as Yelena entered the hall, a beautiful black widow with a coquettish face passed by an old man.
It seemed that the black widow accidentally knocked down the champagne on the dining car.
With a sound, the splashing champagne stained the black widow's skirt.
Yelena screamed in surprise, and then very professionally bowed to the black widow and apologized, and took out a white cloth to try to wipe her.
The black widow behaved very mean. She first gestured to the old man next to her with a sorry expression, then glared at Yelena and said, "I want to complain to you!"
Then she turned around and walked to the bathroom...
Yelena seemed to be very worried about being complained. She struggled on the spot, pushing the dining car to catch up.
When rushing to the bathroom, Yelena pushed the dining car hurriedly, as if accidentally hit the toilet door.
Everyone didn't notice that at the moment the dining car collided with the restroom, a suitcase that was similar in color to the beige marble floor quickly slid into the restroom.
The "church" sitting by the bar watched Yelena with a lost expression, pushing the dining cart back to the kitchen under the sympathetic eyes of several security guards.
He smiled and drank a sip of whiskey, and said softly: "I like professionals!
47. Help our lionesses find the target, I will find a way to enter the basement of the manor and wait..."
Speaking of "church" and looking at a few black widows, they naturally bid farewell to a few non-target men and entered the bathroom together.
He picked up an olive and stuffed it in his mouth, chewed it, and said in a vague voice: "47, is the pension you prepared for yourself sufficient?
This time we are going to make a fortune! "
"The money is not yours!"
On a mountain nearly one kilometer from the manor, 47 dressed in a black suit half-kneeled on the ground and aimed at the manor with a sniper rifle with a silencer in his hand.
The buildings above the second floor of the manor use a large area of glass curtain wall, which provides 47 excellent views.
Determined the location of several targets and reported them to the "hungry" black widows.
47 Through the sight, I found Yelena who exited the manor...
Seeing Yelena following the blind spot of surveillance, UU Read www.uukanshu.com flashed into the cliff at the end of the parking lot of the manor.
47 decisively squeezed the trigger, and a security guard guarding the dead corner of the manor was blown to his head.
Yelena was startled by the sudden attack. She raised her **** in the direction of 47, and then stepped forward to take off the intercom and his weapon on the security guard.
47 looked at Yelena, and forcefully pushed the unlucky ghost with a headshot off the cliff.
Then he tore on his jacket like magic, and "put on" a security uniform.
When she took out a short hair hood from her trouser pocket and put it on her head...
47 smiled and said: "You are really professional.
Remember to set up an evacuation point, your people may need it. "
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