1236: C1236 The Most Foolish Man

C1236 The Most Foolish Man

After the poor woman's head was smashed into pieces, Zakala did not stop. He continued pulling the trigger until the sound of nails hitting the gun came from inside the gun. Then, he threw away the gun and sat down with his eyes red.

The other women, who were dressed in revealing clothing, had already turned ashen-faced from fright and were trembling all over, hiding behind some furniture in the corner of the room.

Looking at those women, Zakala suddenly felt that he was one of them.

Both he and they now felt extreme fear.

When the old man came to negotiate that day, there was a sniper hiding in the coconut grove three kilometers away. He shot Black Scorpion's blade away and the sniper's accurate marksmanship shocked Zakala, but Zakala was not afraid.

Because he knew that as long as that child was alive, as long as he, Castor, and Black Scorpion teamed up, no one in Bemba City would dare to do anything to him.

But now, Castor, who was as timid as a mouse, had betrayed him, which meant that the Enforcer in Bemba City would withdraw from this operation. Without the help of the Enforcer, just relying on Zakala's drug traffickers and Black Scorpion's assassins, to find that child in the Bemba City, which had hundreds of thousands of people, was no different than finding a needle in a haystack.

Similarly, without the help of the Enforcer, the child would not have any scruples and would definitely retaliate against him.

When Zakala thought of that super sniper, he felt a chill at the back of his neck. It was as if he felt the sniper's eyes on him through the scope, causing him to instinctively rush into the blind spot in the room.

Black Scorpion looked calm. He was still sitting on the sofa with the red wine, looking at the shore far away from the balcony.

Black Scorpion's calmness had infected Zakala, causing him to gradually calm down. He sat back on the chair in front of the corpse and waved his hand.

As if they had been granted amnesty, the women scrambled out of the room.

"You're not worried?"

Zakala picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a cup of water. After drinking it all in one gulp, he said to Black Scorpion, "Without the help of Enforcer, we cannot find that child in the shortest amount of time and will instead wait for the enemy to arrive."

"What's the use of worrying?"

Black Scorpion said plainly: "Now that things have come to this, what else do we have other than to speed up the pursuit of that child? Zakala, don't you dare tell me that you want to retreat like Castor. "

Zakala was silent for a moment, and then said with a bitter face, "I have a feeling that they are really coming, and will use the cruelest methods to deal with the two of us. Honestly, I want to stop. The people chasing after the children are Castor and your men. "

Black Scorpion's eyes turned cold: "What, you really want to quit?"

After feeling Black Scorpion's hostility, Zakala lightly patted on the armrest of the chair with his left hand.

Immediately, three burly men in black suits and sunglasses appeared at the door. They crossed their hands in front of their stomachs while Wei Chong slowly swayed under his ribs.

Black Scorpion acted as if he didn't see it, and didn't even change his tone, "Mr. Zakala, I have no right to order you to insist. I just want to remind you that it's best to think of a new product and think of the benefits it brings to you. I've been thinking how encouraging it would be if I could get into Eastern Europe. That is my goal, and I will not give up, no matter the price! "

Zakala's expression was uncertain as he waved his hand again.

The men in black suits turned around and walked out.

Black Scorpion stood up and slowly said: "Without the Enforcer's help, it would have been even more difficult for us to find that child. Furthermore, the people who rescued him have already arrived at Bemba City. But what was there? This is our territory! This ignorant country needs us foreigners to add an extraordinary color to it. We are God here, and they have to be at our feet. No matter how many people die, what does that have to do with us? If we fail, we will just leave the Bucho. What else can we lose? But what if it succeeds? "

"If I succeed, I will be the second king of Colombia. The addition of traditional goods and new types of goods will give me greater control over my own troops and make me one of the most powerful people in the world. "

Zakala, who was fantasizing about becoming the Poison King, took a deep breath, raised his glass and said, "Ok, congratulations on persuading me."

"You know that yourself."

Black Scorpion smiled, showing off his white teeth, bent down to drink the wine in the cup, and walked towards the door with big strides: "I will immediately arrange for more people to come, we must find that child as soon as possible, we will win for sure!"

These words of Black Scorpion rekindled Zakala's fighting spirit. He turned the wine cup over and over again to think about it. After determining that even if he lost, he wouldn't lose anything, so he became more relaxed and even started to regret shooting that beauty.

Of course, he was also a little worried, because he was the sniper that had surpassed the Transformers.

Fortunately, he was in a villa by the sea, and his job as a security guard was quite outstanding.

For villas like this, he had more than ten in South America. Even if he failed and was forced to chase after by the Bucho and Heavenly Palace, he could still live a happy life elsewhere.

Zakala looked at the sunset glow on the seaside far away. He felt that the sunset glow, which used to look gorgeous, was exceptionally dazzling today, just like blood.

"Sir, someone has brought you a present."

Just when Zakala was staring at the sunset, and the sunset gradually faded away, the bodyguard walked in with a tablet computer: "I've already checked, there won't be any accidents."

"Who sent it?"

Zakala asked curiously.

"A courier."

The bodyguard placed the tablet on the table. Zakala instructed him: "Open it and take a look."

When Zakala told the bodyguard to turn on the tablet computer, Black Scorpion was already riding his bulletproof Mercedes-benz towards the nearest America border checkpoint.

Black Scorpion had several dozen passports from different countries, including America, Dong Ba, Bucho and even R Country. Each passport had a different name and occupation, which made people jealous.

After he left Zakala, he told the driver to hurry to the border as fast as he could, it was the fastest, the fastest way!

As a professional killer, Black Scorpion had a better sense of danger than Zakala.

After Castor called Zakala and said that the Enforcer would withdraw from the hunt for the children, he realized that this operation had failed. The killer's sharp sixth sense made him feel that there was a danger that he couldn't resist, and he approached him as fast as he could.

He had to escape the Bucho as fast as possible, and leave this dangerous place.

In order to confuse that unknown danger, not only did he confuse Zakala to continue fighting, he did not even notify the subordinates he left in the city to kill the children. He wanted to use these people to lure the danger away for his safe escape.

Thinking back to how Zakala had been bewitched by him just now, Black Scorpion wanted to laugh.

Only a fool would be able to imagine success under such circumstances. To dream of becoming the second king of poisons in Colombia, any power and glory would have to be built on the foundation of being able to live on.

Since those people were able to make Castor stop in a short period of time, it proved that the other party was quite powerful and was able to deal with this matter. Those who didn't understand what was going on had to run away quickly.

Castor was a fool, he was grabbed by the weak point and Zakala was also a fool. He was bewitched by the illusory beautiful future, Black Scorpion felt that he was the only smart one and immediately chose to flee.

Smart people can always live a little longer.

Black Scorpion took out a cigar and lit it up with it. Then, he took a deep breath in satisfaction and looked outside the window.

The cigar was the most authentic one. It was taken from Zakala.

As the car sped along the promenade, looking out through the bulletproof glass, it could see the last of the sunset glow that floated in the depths of the sea, and when it was gone, the night would be at the bottom of the car.

Black Scorpion liked darkness. Darkness always brought him safety and warmth at home.

In at most an hour, he would step into the territory of America, and his identity would become a respected lawyer.

It was incredibly easy for Black Scorpion to signal the bodyguard sitting in the front passenger seat to turn on the CD. The familiar rock melody flowed out from the speakers, causing all of his muscles to move according to the rhythm of the music.

"Ah, no!"

Just as Black Scorpion was immersed in a relaxed state, the bodyguard in front of him suddenly let out a scream.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dump truck suddenly appearing in front of him, blocking his way forward.

Luckily, the driver was very good at driving. Just as the car was about to hit the dump truck, he slammed his foot on the brake — the car shook a few times like a pendulum and then stopped.0

"F * ck, you want to die!"

The driver was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He did not even bother to wipe the sweat off his body. Instead, he took out a gun from under his seat and was about to open the door and shoot down the driver of the dump truck.

Just as he was about to open the door, he heard his boss shout, "Don't go out!"

Just as the driver turned his head in a daze, Black Scorpion shouted again, "Quick, turn the car around and quickly leave this place!"

Black Scorpion's chauffeur naturally came from an assassin's background. After hearing his boss's two shouts, he realized that he no longer cared about teaching anyone a lesson. He immediately put the car in reverse and stepped on the accelerator to retreat.

However, it was already too late. It was unknown when a minivan that was following behind them rushed over and ruthlessly crashed into the back of the Mercedes-Benz with a loud bang.

The Mercedes-Benz was bulletproof. A minivan could deal no damage to the passengers inside, but by relying on the momentum of the collision, it was thrown right in front of the dump truck.

The two cars, one in front and one behind, locked onto the Mercedes-benz like a pair of pincers.

The impact of the crate heavily hit Black Scorpion's forehead on the back of the front seat. Luckily, it was very soft and didn't break at all.

Just as the car stopped, the bodyguard in the front passenger seat opened the door and jumped out.

The bodyguard of the boss of the assassination group was naturally the most outstanding lackey in the group. Whether it was close combat or spear techniques, he was one of the best of the best, just that he was unlucky. Just as he got off the car, a bullet shot through his left ear before he could even raise his pistol.

The driver was shocked. Instinctively, he tilted his body and reached for the door to close it.

When a person is driving in a sudden danger, he or she instinctively uses the car to protect himself or herself from danger and the outside of the car.

But before the driver's hand could touch the door, a hole appeared in his forehead.

The death of the driver and bodyguard happened so suddenly that at most half a minute later, before Black Scorpion could even sit steadily down, he saw someone standing outside the car window.

It was a young man, and the last of the sunset glow on his face was very gentle.

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