Chapter 289: [Crazy Martinez]

Seven or eight off-road vehicles are parked in an abandoned factory.
　　Looking at the group of people who got out of the car, Martinez took Victor quickly to greet him, "Mr. Joyce, thank you for coming to help this time."
　　 Joyce glanced at the two of them, and said calmly: "You are welcome, just talk about the situation, Mr. Carter didn't tell me too much."
　　 Martinez smiled and said, "Okay. But before I say anything else, I think you are tired from driving, so you might as well go in and sit down and talk. I have already arranged it to meet you, Mr. Joyce."
　　 Joyce nodded, turned around and said to the players behind him: "Okay, let's follow them to rest first."
　　 "It's the captain!" Everyone responded, following Martinez's younger brother next to him, and walked into the rest area of ​​the factory that had been prepared for a rest.
"this way please."
　　 Seeing that he had arranged his men, Martinez waved his hand and invited Joyce to go to another room in the factory.
　　 This is a secret base of the Skeleton Gang. There is a large amount of munitions piled in it. Usually, except for guards, very few people come here, and most of them come here to get weapons.
　　 a moment.
After the group of three people were seated, Martinez was about to pour Joyce, but was stopped by the other party: "Mr. Martinez, you can just tell me who is the target this time, Mr. Carter wants me Help you solve this trouble as soon as possible."
　　 Hearing the words, Martinez twitched the corner of his mouth, slowly lowered his hand holding the wine bottle, and squeezed a smile and said, "Of course. Victor, report the information we collected to Mr. Joyce."
"Yes."
Victor frowned next to him. His city was not deep. He would have been so angry that Joyce had been so insulting. If he hadn’t known that he was sent by the Gulf Group, he would have long been mad according to his personality. Go crazy.
"John Rambo, we investigated that he used to serve as a soldier in the Vietnam War and now lives in the small town of Apache, Arizona. However, we sent people to investigate that he and his family have moved away. As for where he went I don't know yet."
　　 "John Rambo? Was he a soldier in the Vietnam War?"
Joyce raised his eyebrows. He had never heard of the name, and he had also participated in the Vietnam War. He would like to come to someone who is at least fifty years old. At such an age, he is unlikely to be an American gangster. Want to ask again: "Where is the other person?"
　　 Victor shook his head: "The other Asian, we didn't find useful information at the immigration office."
　　Joyce asked again: "You said before that he once took out an umbrella-like thing that can withstand your bullets?"
　　 "Yes, this is a videotape from surveillance video." Martinez beside him inserted a sentence, took a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to the other party.
　　 Joyce took the phone, and it was already showing that it was playing, so he looked at it seriously.
　　 The quality of the video is not blurry, but because it is at night, the shots are not particularly clear.
At the beginning, a group of people surrounded an old man with gray hair. They bent down and beat each other. At this moment, a head appeared in the lower right corner of the video. He got up and looked at the situation on the platform before squatting again. Going back, when he reappeared, he had two more pistols in his hand.
　　 Accompanied by the crackling gunfire and gunfire from gunpowder smoke, the members of the Skeleton Gang surrounding the old man fell seven or eight.
　　 Upon seeing this scene, Joyston frowned, and a faint surprise flashed in his eyes.
　　 quickly rewinded and read it again.
　　 This look made Joyce even more shocked.
He clearly saw that the Asian man was holding two revolvers in his hand. If the magazine is not considered, there should be only twelve bullets. After he fired the shot, the number of people who fell to the ground happened to be ten. two people.
　　 This means that for every shot this person fires, one person is shot.
　　 The most important thing is that Asian men shoot extremely fast. Estimated by the naked eye on the video, it takes only two or three seconds from getting up to aiming and shooting.
　　 This person's marksmanship is fast and accurate, definitely not an ordinary person!
As the video continued, when he saw the man taking out an umbrella to block him, he also fired a bullet from the head of the umbrella. This kind of black technology equipment, even Joyce had never seen it when he was in the army. You can see that it is definitely an agent of a certain country.
　　 Joyce finally couldn't recognize it, raising his head and asking, "How did you bother him?"
　　 "What?" Martinez heard something in Joyce's words.
Joyce said bluntly: "This man’s marksmanship is very accurate, every bullet hits yours, and the black umbrella that he took out at the end, and what he threw out that looked like a grenade, I suspect that he might be someone Agents sent by the country."
　　 "Agent?" Victor was taken aback first, then suddenly surprised: "Could it be sent by the CIA?"
　　Joyce frowned: "CIA? How did you get into the CIA?"
　　 "We..."
　　 Without waiting for Victor to speak, Martinez coughed and took the topic: "Not long ago we cooperated with a gang in Europe, and shipped a batch of goods for them from the United States and Mexico."
　　 "A batch? How much?" Joyce naturally knows what Martinez does, and also knows how much he has in his mouth. If he wants to alarm the CIA, the quantity of this batch should be not low.
　　 "200!"
　　 "200 people! You are crazy!"
Joyce's eyes widened, and he never expected Martinez to be so crazy. He transported 500 people from Mexico and the United States to Europe. Was this the black slave age a hundred years ago? In this case, two hundred people were transported to Europe, and two hundred families put pressure on the government. No wonder the CIA will send people over.
　　 Victor said with disdain: "What is 200 people? The next time we work together is 500 people! Is it possible that the CIA can send troops to fight it!"
　　 "Enough Victor!"
Seeing his arrogant attitude, Martinez scolded and turned to Joyce and said, "Mr. Joyce, this is our business. Mr. Carter asked you to help us instead of questioning how we interacted with us. People cooperate, if you have any comments, you can talk to Mr. Carter now."
　　The Gulf Group is mainly engaged in drug trafficking activities, but it does not rely solely on drug trafficking to make money. It has been established for decades and they are involved in any gray business.
This time we reached a cooperation with Europe~EbookFREE.me~Martinez made a lot of money, and the Gulf Group can also charge an extra amount of money to expand drug sales channels in Europe. If you want to come to Mr. Carter, you won’t care. Yes, after all, what Mr. Carter did back then was crazier than this.
Joyce looked at Martinez deeply, stood up and said: "My task is to protect you for a period of time. If necessary, I will help you solve these two people. During this time, I will live in This, as long as you find the whereabouts of these two people, you will directly inform me. As for other things, I don't care."
　　 "No problem, Mr. Joyce."
　　 sent Joyce away, only Martinez and Victor remained in the room.
"This guy is really arrogant!" Victor is angrily. He is one of the skeletons' bosses. In this city, he can be said to be the overlord of the underworld. He is used to being arrogant. Today I saw another one more Arrogant people are naturally upset.
　　 "Well, Mr. Carter sent Joyce to help us solve the problem. He will leave when the matter is over. There is no need to talk nonsense with him."
Although Martinez was also upset with Joyce, he wouldn't show it on his face, so he comforted and continued: "You send someone to explore again, and by the way, buy one more from the kid Jace. I have an instinct to approve weapons. These two people should have not left Mexico."
　　 Speaking of this, Martinez’s eyes flashed a bit of cruelty. He was used to being the boss of the underworld. He suddenly came out of a man who almost killed him. According to his character that he would be retributable, he would never give up.
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