Chapter 10: Sniper
Mo Fei was now on a pirate ship, unable to get off.
He could only hope that Smith, his teammate, would be strong enough to resolve the conflict between the two factions at once... Councilman Rutledge agreed to Smith's request for a meeting, which made Smith truly relieved.
Every man in the New York underworld wanted to get him, and his pressure was immense.
However, Smith didn't know that Councilman Rutledge was a typical politician.
To borrow what Boss Du said about Chiang Kai-shek, politicians use people like a chamber pot—taken out when one is in urgent need, and then shoved back under the bed, out of sight, when no longer needed.
Smith foolishly went to Councilman Rutledge's plane.
As a result, Councilman Rutledge directly sold him out.
He compromised for his life, endorsing gun control with future political power, and colluded with the arms giant Hammerson, attempting to kill Smith.
But Smith was foolish, and Councilman Rutledge was even more foolish than him. You say you're colluding with officials and businessmen, everyone knows it, just cooperate tacitly. Making the relationship public isn't asking for trouble?
As long as he seized the opportunity to cure his illness, everything would be fine... But this idiot brought Hammerson and Hammerson's men who were chasing Smith onto the plane, which allowed Smith to spot a flaw and successfully counter-attack...
Councilman Rutledge's thought process was hard to understand. What exactly was he trying to do by bringing Hammerson's men onto the plane?
Control Smith and threaten him to hand over the baby?
But the person was already coming to give it to you...
Could you not try to turn hostile until you had the baby in your hands?
From this, it can be seen that even officials are not necessarily free of brain damage.
Smith successfully hijacked Councilman Rutledge to the cargo hold of the plane in plain sight.
"Rutledge, your assassination will cause public outrage, leading the public to strongly support your gun control bill. Sympathy votes in Congress will give the gun control bill an overwhelming victory, and you will go down in history!"
Smith tightly bound Rutledge to an iron frame, raised his gun to Rutledge's forehead, and recited a eulogy for him in a hypocritical manner.
"Huh?"
Rutledge looked utterly bewildered.
Brother, is there some misunderstanding?
Our Democratic Party's so-called gun control is just a sham, a publicity stunt, like 'the magistrate may burn down houses while the common people are forbidden to light lamps'!
Do you think I can really ban guns?
Whether it's the folk culture from the War of Independence, the power granted by the Constitution, or the entanglement of interest groups, gun control is actually a false proposition in the U.S.
Not to mention anything else, there are nearly 300 million guns among the U.S. populace. If you really want to ban guns, you'd have to send in the military to suppress them.
Don't look at my current high public approval rating. According to a Gallup poll, less than half of Americans support strict gun laws, only 27% of those surveyed advocate for gun bans, while 72% oppose them.
Americans' daily lives are inseparable from firearms. Even if you don't have a car or a house, as long as you have a powerful enough gun, girls will still marry you.
Hammerson wanted to deal with me simply because his company invested heavily in researching and developing new gun models and was pushed into a corner, with no retreat.
Didn't you see that among so many U.S. giants, only Hammerson Industries, a medium-sized military company, is chasing me?
If I really had the possibility of achieving comprehensive gun control, I'm afraid people in half of the U.S. would be throwing bombs at my house.
You expect too much of me, brother!
He decided to put aside other random thoughts for now and focus on how to survive first.
Rutledge appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was panicking intensely!
As a typical politician, Rutledge knew that you couldn't wake up a fanatic, and reasoning with him was useless.
Weighing the pros and cons, he decided to articulate his views from another angle, exuding his domineering aura.
"Come on! Shoot! As long as my death can bring about the gun control bill..."
"Bang!"
Rutledge looked at Smith in disbelief. Why couldn't he let me finish my sentence?
Do you know how emotional my speech was?
Do you know how many criminals repented after hearing my speech when I gave it in prison?
I was just about to make you tremble and fall to your knees beneath my jeans...
Smith dug at his ear. What was he about to say just now?
He had been in too many gunfights recently and had some tinnitus, so he didn't hear clearly, and the noise on the plane was too loud.
Never mind, he thought. It's probably because he's afraid of death and wants to beg for mercy!
...Several small black dots appeared in the sky and rapidly grew larger to the naked eye.
Yes, those were rapidly falling corpses.
Moments later, they crashed into an abandoned factory.
Meanwhile, Smith was still exchanging fire with Hammerson's men in mid-air.
Incredibly, he managed to take down more than a dozen men without a scratch.
However, he deployed his parachute a little late during the descent, and the impact caused some internal injuries.
He struggled to crawl into the factory, wanting to find a place to hide, but he couldn't endure his injuries and fainted.
When he woke up, he saw another lewd, big face that shouldn't have appeared in this World, smiling very wildly: "Smith, you've finally fallen into my hands. Do you dare to try and escape again? I'd like to see how you escape this time!"
Finally in his hands?
To show his "unyielding" resistance, Smith fiercely spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Big Beard's face.
Big Beard was prepared and easily dodged Smith's spit, grinning sinisterly: "Smith, tell me the location of the woman and the baby, and I'll let you die a more comfortable death... Otherwise..."
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Trembling!
Soon, several black SUVs arrived, and a team of bodyguards carefully protected a person as he exited the car.
Their weapons were M1P5 submachine guns and Remington M870 shotguns, and their equipment was extremely well-appointed; even their suits and leather shoes were custom-made in the same style.
Hammerson had arrived!
In front of his Master, Big Beard tried his best to show off, uttering a string of threats to Smith.
Unfortunately, Smith just dismissed it as nonsense.
"It seems it's time to give you a taste of your own medicine!" Big Beard, enraged and humiliated, pressed Smith's palm onto a factory machine tool, pulled out a dagger, and prepared to cut off a few of Smith's fingers for fun.
It remained to be seen if Smith could endure it.
When it came to torture, he was a professional.
"Facing death, and still so stubborn!" A hint of bloodlust flashed in Big Beard's eyes, his face stern, he snorted coldly, and his hand moved, knife falling... "Bang!"
Big Beard's sneering voice abruptly stopped. His entire head exploded, and his standing, headless body lost its support, collapsing limply.
Mindy's lips curved into an arc, she chewed the Kou Xiang Tang in her mouth, slightly adjusted the modified Barrett sniper rifle in her hand, and aimed her gaze at the next target.