Nighthawk stood outside the door and did not walk far away. Although he handed over Karo to Bren, he did not really believe in this woman in his heart.

After doing too many bad things, he suddenly became his own ally and was also a very beautiful woman. He was not at ease if he was the one, let alone an agent like Nighthawk who made a living by caution.

He smoked quietly, and could vaguely hear the conversation between a man and a woman in the room behind him. They used authentic T-National dialect, which Nighthawk couldn't understand. But he heard Kara's seemingly frightened shouts and Bren's contemptuous laughter.

After a while, the door opened. Before Nighthawk could finish smoking a cigarette, he saw Kara leaning against the wall through the gap in the door, and the blood spurted out of his neck dyed half of his body red.

Although Bren once vowed to torture the three brothers who had done beastly things to her mother, she ended Kara's life in the end.

Nighthawk realized that perhaps this woman was not really a bad person in her bones, and she also had a kind nature. After all, the person who was killed was her half-brother. No matter how much hatred she had, it would not be as good as a person's life.

Bren's face was covered in blood. She was proficient in knife skills and should not be splattered by the blood spurted out of the carotid artery. The only explanation was that she was a little panicked at the time, so she could not complete the simplest avoidance of blood.

Nighthawk handed her a handkerchief and pointed at her face with a smile. Bren took the handkerchief a little haggardly and leaned against the wall to wipe the blood stains on his face with warmth.

"How do you feel? If you can't do it, just say it straight. This kind of thing is still very hurtful after all." Nighthawk also leaned against the wall. He handed Bren a cigarette and also pulled out a new one for himself.

Bren took the cigarette with a trembling trembling, and the lighter lit several times without lit it. Nighthawk had to ignite the fire for her, and the woman looked a little out of shape.

Bren took a deep breath of cigarette, and the thick smoke passed through his throat and entered his lungs, and then spit out from his throat. Bren slowly felt his whole body fluttering.

She looked up at the ceiling and smiled miserably: "It's really painful. I killed two brothers. Every time I felt like I died. But whenever I came back to life, I realized that the world was so beautiful, and my previous life was wasted."

She looked at Nighthawk: "Although it is very cruel, it must be done by me. My mother's revenge, I have been wasting my life for so many years, and I should have ended all of this in person."

Nighthawk nodded: "Okay, I won't say anything more!"

Bren extinguished the cigarette in his hand and returned to his coldness: "Let's go, let's find the last person. This matter must be costly with blood and life. One of us must die."

Kara's yard was already in a mess, and the bodies of more than 90 guards guarding here were carried into the yard for central storage. The blown-up door was reinstalled as it was. After doing all this, the special forces changed into the guard's clothes.

The reason for doing these things is that there are still three minutes left, and the troops who come to change shifts will arrive. If the troops who change shifts see the mess of Karo Villa, then all the efforts Nighthawk has made before will be in vain. The troops two kilometers away will still arrive here within five minutes, and Carson and his youngest son will also strengthen the guards, and it will be too late.

So Nighthawk and Bren decided to close the door and beat the dogs and put the shift guards in. Then they wiped them all out in this residence. According to Bren, they had twelve hours to complete the remaining tasks. Because in twelve hours, another group of shift guards would come to the Kara Mansion, and nothing could be hidden at that time.

The yard was covered with blood and bullet holes were everywhere on the wall. The special forces who had changed their guards' clothes stood outside the yard wall, while the remaining people were lying in the yard, quietly waiting for the arrival of the shift guards.

Three minutes later, the sound of a convoy rumbled towards him came. Nighthawks were ambushed in a corner on the second floor, and the telescope carefully observed the situation of the visitor.

It was almost a team of 100 people, two trucks and a jeep. The cars were parked on the edge of the bridge, and the soldiers got out.

They formed two columns and walked towards the official residence under the leadership of the commander. Everyone looked relaxed, and whispers from time to time came from time to time. No one knew that they were slowly walking into the hunter's trap.

"Everyone is ready, don't let one go." Nighthawk whispered to the intercom, and immediately received countless responses from the headset.

The troops who changed defense came to the gate, and the special forces posing as guards nodded at them with a smile. Outside the gate was clean, without blood marks or bullet marks, and even the gate was exactly the same as before.

No one in the defense switch suspected that they walked straight towards the open door, and some people even sucked the last cigarette in a hurry because they knew that there would be fewer opportunities to smoke after entering the door.

"Prepare......Action!" After the last man entered the gate, Nighthawk issued the order for the final battle.

Suddenly, the troops who were changing defenses found that the door behind them slammed and closed. The eyes of the "companion" who was still greeting them in front of the gate suddenly changed into an evil spirit.

They followed closely behind, picked up automatic rifles with mufflers and fired frantically at the reversing troops. Countless fire points suddenly appeared in all directions in the yard, and the firepower was strong like a large net to cover all directions.

The soldiers who were so happy about the defense replacement team had no chance to react at all. They died in the hands of their "companions" without even picking up the gun.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the close-range strafing was quite powerful. The latest modified rifle of the special forces soldiers had a large caliber and strong firepower. It was nothing like a machine gun. The remaining limbs in the courtyard were broken, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

In just less than a minute, all 100 people who came to change defense were beaten to death on the spot and killed in the yard of Kara's official residence. The pile of corpses was piled up, and many people died without a complete body. No one understood why today's such a good day would die here.

Nighthawk and Bren came down from the second floor, and the special forces and mercenaries gathered together. Nighthawk looked at the mess all over the yard. This place had become a Shura hell, and it was not a place for people to stay. Even if he was used to the dead, he couldn't help but hate it.

"They are all living lives. If it weren't for completing the mission, I wouldn't want to kill them." Nighthawk said sighing.

Bren looked at him with some sarcasm: "If you don't kill them, all of us will die. This is the prey of the weak. We die, and I think no one will be sad for us."

Nighthawk smiled embarrassedly: "I just sigh that they are just soldiers. The culprit is dead. If it is really possible, I really don't want to kill them."

Bren smiled and said, "Okay, OK, I know you are a great good man, Guanyin Bodhisattva saves all sentient beings. Alas, it is really aggrieved that you choose to be an agent. You may be more competent to be a monk."

Bren smiled very charmingly, just like a flower in March. If she didn't know that she was a murderous female devil who could not blink, she would definitely be fascinated by her face when she met the beautiful woman in the spring breeze.

Ye Ying smiled embarrassedly and said, "You can't be a monk anymore. If you have the chance, you can do it in your next life."

The Thunder team members looked at Nighthawk in surprise. The old men of Junta had been with Nighthawk for many years and knew the boss's personality too well. Whenever Nighthawk showed such a shy state in front of a woman, it means that he began to feel sexy!

As if he realized that he should not discuss these topics now, Nighthawk quickly interrupted the conversation between him and Bren. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already seven o'clock in the evening. The sky was getting drizzy, and they still had twelve hours from now on.

By 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, a group of people who are changing defenses will come here. At that time, they will see corpses all over the ground. For ten minutes, the top leaders of the entire T country will know what happened.

Nighthawk looked at Bren tightly and asked quickly, "Who is our next target?"

Although she has only been working with Bren for a day, Bren's decisive style and her ruthless techniques are very suitable for Nighthawk's appetite. Not procrastinating in doing things is an essential element when performing special tasks.

"Carson's youngest son Taming, 35 years old this year, is Carson's youngest son. He is a playboy who usually helps Carson manage finances. If I'm not wrong, we will now rush to M Valley and find him in the arms of a woman on Bar Street in an hour." Bren said lightly.

"It's that simple?" Nighthawk was a little surprised. Isn't it necessary to sneak in, kill the annoying bodyguards, set up bombs and other complicated programs?

"It's that simple." Bren said disdainfully: "Taming is an authentic playboy. He graduated from Cambridge University and is a professional accountant. He is an authentic accountant who manages all Carson's accounts. Although he is very smart, his only shortcoming is that he loves to go to nightclubs to find excitement."

"This is a bit like Xingluo." Nighthawk nodded.

"The two people are not on the same level at all." Bren shook his head: "Xingluo likes to forcibly occupy women, and the reason why Taming is called a playboy is because he is willing to spend a lot of time and money on women. In the end, the woman is willing to sleep with him. If she fails, maybe he will kneel on the street and cry loudly."

"What a pervert. Are rich people so crazy?" Nighthawk already had a rough understanding of what kind of person that playboy was.

"It's not necessarily true whether it's very romantic, but the pervert is true." Bren said gritting his teeth: "Forcibly raped my mother, the last person to kill her is Taming. This beast in a garbled!"

Nighthawk was stunned. Unexpectedly, Taming was the one who killed Bren's mother.
Chapter completed!