At nine o'clock in the evening, there were more and more people on the opposite side. Paul and I prepared to go, and to be on the safe side, we hid two Glock 18s and six magazine guns on Zibbal's body. At about half past nine, we came to the outside of the nightclub, and there were already signs of queuing to enter, and there were several people in front of the nightclub who were maintaining security. Zibor looked a little nervous, and Paul put his arm around his shoulders and whispered to him to relax, as long as he went in, he would have nothing to do.

Soon it was our turn to enter, and the gatekeeper took one look at us, and then he saw Zibor beside us, who pointed to our team and said, "You know?" ”

"Of course. These two are my friends, from out of town. I'm bringing them here to see and see. They also wanted the opportunity to get to know Mr. Maslov. Zibor said.

"Want to see the boss?" The man looked at Paul and me again. Maybe it was because we felt a little dangerous for him, but after reading it, the man said, "You don't have anything bad on you, do you?" ”

Paul and I looked at each other, pretending not to know what they were referring to. Seeing our expression, this man gestured with his hand to a gun, "This is it." As he spoke, he looked at the man beside him, "Check on them, they want to see the boss." ”

". It's better not to meet that guy. I whispered to Paul.

Paul ignored me and looked directly at Zibor as the moment should have come to show his value. Zibor hurriedly spoke, "Hey. Satopho, they're all friends really. ”

Satofort grabbed Zibor with one hand, pushed him aside and said, "You're friends, but I don't know them." After speaking, he motioned to the person next to him to move.

When Paul heard what the other party said, he knew that Zibor didn't need to be checked, so he immediately smiled cooperatively: "Hey, forget it." We came with good intentions, and it doesn't matter if we get checked. After speaking, he glanced at me and signaled me not to act rashly.

I nodded slightly, and cooperated with Paul. The two people who came over searched us, found nothing unusual, and said to Satofort that there was no problem.

Satofort smiled and said, "I'm sorry." It's my job and the person who wants to see the boss has to go through such a process. Even if I don't do it here, you'll be checked when you go to your boss's office. ”

Paul smiled and said, "Understandable, nothing. Can we go in then? ”

Satofort leaned over and said, "Of course, of course." Have fun. ”

The three of us went into the nightclub. It's already full of people at the moment, and it's very lively. After Zibor came in, he finally couldn't withstand the pressure, so he found a random place and sat down directly to wipe the sweat on his head, and after calming down his emotions a little, he glanced at us who were looking at him calmly and said, "Aren't you afraid?" Seeing that Paul and I did not answer, he continued: "Let's go and drink some wine, this is really not a job that ordinary people can do." ”

We went to the bar and asked for a few drinks. Paul and I drank and looked around. The middle area is a dance floor, and the dance floor is a stage in the middle. The dance floor is crowded with men and women, and the dance floor is surrounded by a circle of sofa seats, and there are some private rooms and billiard rooms on the periphery.

I looked to the second floor, and directly across from the main entrance to the interior was a hallway that looked down on the entire floor. There was an entrance at the bottom of the hallway, and there were two people standing there, who looked like they were guards. There are two people walking around in the corridor on the second floor, observing the movement below from time to time, and the lights in the upper room are off, so there should be no one. Below, on the edge of the dance floor and the surrounding edges of the seats, stood guards.

"See?" Paul reflexively said to me, toward the bar.

I nodded, "All around, at the top of the stairs, upstairs." There were about 10 people here. Plus twelve or thirteen people at the door. ”

Paul nodded, put down his glass and looked at his watch, "We'll stand near the staircase and clean up from the inside out." ”

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sp; "Understood." I nodded in agreement.

Paul looked at Zibor and said, "Let's go." Give us something. ”

Zibor took a sip of the wine in the glass, paid the money, and took Paul and me directly to the toilet. Seeing that there was no one in the toilet, he handed over the weapons and ammunition directly to us.

I opened the safety and the bullets went to the court. Left the toilet. We found a couch near the stairs and sat down. Look is waiting for news from outside.

"When you do it, you hide. Don't run around, you know? Paul said to Zibor Dao.

Zibor nodded and glanced at his watch, "It's ten o'clock." The guy is expected to be here soon. ”

Just after he finished speaking, Paul's phone rang. Paul took out the phone and answered, only to hum and hang up, then he looked at me and said, "The stairs, do you want left or right?" ”

I know the ones out there are ready to get started. I glanced at the staircase, "The one on the left." ”

Zibor on the side saw that we were about to make a move, and said nervously: "Then should I go to the bathroom?" ”

"Let's go. Remember not to run. "Paul.

"Good. Good luck. Zibor agreed, got up and ran.

Shortly after leaving his seat, there was a commotion from the entrance. Someone ran in in with a panicked face, as if asking for help. Paul and I stood up and walked up the stairs. At the moment, the people who were entertaining were still playing without realizing that there was a shootout that was about to happen, and the two people standing at the staircase noticed the situation at the entrance, but because of this, their attention was drawn to it.

The person at the entrance waved at the person inside, as if to signal the others to pass. Our two targets moved, and from the sound above us, the people upstairs were moving up the stairs.

"Do it." Paul said, pulling out his gun.

I was ready, and I pulled out my gun and shot it at the guard on the left who was about to go to the door, and the two men quickly fell to the ground. The people coming down the stairs saw the two men who had fallen to the ground, but they didn't notice us, and someone on the dance floor noticed something was wrong and screamed, and the scene began to be chaotic. The person on the stairs did not come down immediately, which was a smart choice, after all, the situation below was unclear and the scene was chaotic, and rushing down was tantamount to making it convenient for others to start.

But Paul and I were in a hurry, and Paul ran to the other side of the stairs, and the attention of the people on the stairs was grabbed, and I dodged and shot at one person, and when the other person turned to look at me, Paul and I pulled the trigger at the same time. The man was shot twice and rolled down the stairs like his companion.

At this moment, the whole scene was chaotic, a large number of people rushed towards the exit of the nightclub, and although the guards found that someone was killing their people, they were temporarily blocked by the crowd and could not see who did it, let alone know the specific location of the person who did it.

Paul and I quickly blended into the crowd, and we clinged to each other, pushing the people around us away from time to time, walking towards the exit, watching the movement at the exit. Just as we were approaching the exit, a man who had been carried in came in from outside, and the man at the door, who was trying to maintain order, saw the person who had been carried in and immediately began to push the crowd away, as if to open a passageway.

"That's him." Paul whispered.

Paul and I followed the crowd closer to the man who was maintaining order, and the man pushed at me, and I grabbed the man's cuff with my left hand, and shot him twice in the chest, and Paul shot the man in succession.

The people around us immediately exploded, and those who had been running towards the door in unison began to run around like headless flies.

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The only man with Love pulled out his pistol and tried to shoot at us, but the bullet he fired only hit one of the guests who was running around. And when he was about to shoot again, I shot the man in the face, and a bloody arrow flew out of the back of the head and fell.

Paul followed up and kicked Maslov in the face as he tried to pick up the gun of his man who had been killed. Maslov snorted and fell to the ground. I held Maslov's hand down and pressed my knee against his waist to keep him from moving, while Paul looked around on guard.

"Let's see if it's him." Paul said.

I turned over Maslov, who had been beaten a little dizzy, and at this moment he was already bloodied, he couldn't see his face clearly, and there was a wound on his right leg knee, which was why he needed to be put in.

"Why did you hit him in the face? How can I see it now? Didn't you just say it was him? I asked, a little depressed.

Just as Paul was about to come and see for himself, there was movement at the gate.