The bearded man burst into laughter. "Smith, do you really think that Hammerson Defense is the only company that hired me? Henry's gun cleanup plan isn't just for one person. Also, let me tell you the latest news. Councilman Henry's plane has just crashed into the sea. Councilman Henry is now missing, and no one has found his body. What do you think? "
Smith found it hard to believe. "That's impossible. There's no way you can cover it up."
The bearded man grinned hideously. "No, we can. The people behind me are far stronger than you can imagine. Now, tell me, where are the woman and the baby? "
Smith was suspicious. "If you've already succeeded, why are you still looking for them?"
The bearded man chuckled and was about to say something, when the door to the warehouse opened, and another group of people walked in.
He straightened up and walked over, and the smile on his ugly, fat face became a lot more sincere. "Oh, boss, you're here."
Luke raised an eyebrow at the "boss" who had just arrived.
This was the chairman of Hammerson Defense Corporation. He had inherited the arms manufacturing company from Hammerson Sr. more than twenty years ago, he was the new chairman of Hammerson Defense Corporation. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
When Luke examined the black combat uniforms of the men who had attacked Smith at the motel earlier, he had discovered that most of the guns they were using weren't branded, but were very advanced, and weren't on the market.
After he went back, he searched them with a program, and found that many of the descriptions of the guns matched the new models that Hammerson would be releasing this year.
Recalling the conversation between Smith and the bearded man, Luke vaguely understood why this chairman of Hammerson Defense was involved in this matter.
One of Henry Elsworth's campaign slogans was to clean up illegal gun ownership on a large scale.
The proposal was to clean up illegal gun ownership, but if there were fewer illegal gun owners, people who could legally own guns would be less willing to buy them.
Besides, didn't illegal gun owners pay for their guns? This proposal was essentially cutting off Hammerson Defense's source of income, as well as that of other arms companies.
In Los Angeles, a city of crime and rife with gangs, if the proposal to clean up guns was successful, there would definitely be people who copied it. Gangsters had far fewer votes than ordinary citizens.
Hammerson Defense wasn't small, but most of its market was in Los Angeles and the surrounding metropolitan area.
Councilor Henry's proposal had undoubtedly shaken the foundation of Hammerson Defense.
To make matters worse, Hammerson & Co. had recently invested heavily in the development of several new firearms that were about to be sold.
Without Los Angeles as their base, Hammerson & Co. was likely to run into financial problems.
It wasn't a complicated matter. Luke's only question was: How had the baby become the center of everything?
While he was thinking, Hammerson had already walked up to him.
He was nearly fifty years old, and his face was thin and pale, giving off a sickly feeling.
He came here to do something that couldn't be seen in the light, and he even had a German shepherd in his hand. His playboy character was completely exposed.
Hammerson stepped forward with his dog, ignoring the bearded man.
Clearly, the bearded man wasn't very important in Hammerson's eyes, which was inversely proportional to the bearded man's arrogance just now.
"Mr. Smith, do you think you're so smart? In this country, as long as you have money, you can do things that you can't even imagine. For example, this … "Hammerson waved at someone behind him.
A gorgeous woman holding a baby was dragged in by two men in black combat uniforms.
Smith's eyes bulged when he saw the woman, and he struggled.
Hammerson laughed.
The bearded man laughed as well. "Oh, Smith, look at yourself now. How embarrassing."
Hammerson waved his hand to stop the bearded man's nonsense. "Alright, since this Mr. Smith wants to be a knight, let's make him watch the person he's protecting die. That's the perfect ending."
Hearing that, Luke knew that this Hammerson had a nasty personality.
The bearded man grinned hideously. "As you wish." Saying that, he took out his pistol. Bang!
Bang!
After the two gunshots, everyone was stunned.
Miss Donna and the baby in her arms were safe.
The bearded man, on the other hand, screamed as his arms dangled in front of him, and there were bloody holes in each of his shoulders.
He was the one who had been shot.
The four men in black combat uniforms that Hammerson had brought were the first to react, and immediately raised their submachine guns. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The four men in black combat uniforms who hadn't dispersed in time collapsed at the same time, each shot in the chest and head.
Only then did the bearded man's four trusted subordinates react, and they ran out of the warehouse, protecting the man who had been shot. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The clone-like marksmanship appeared again.
The bearded man's four loyal lackeys, who had been lucky enough to survive several episodes, finally ran out of luck, and collapsed with blood spurting out of their chests and heads.
Even though Smith was heavily injured, he still had the sharpest senses.
Almost immediately after the gunshots rang out, he raised his head and saw a shadow crouching there.
Only then did Hammerson look around in fright and yell, "Who's there?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a wooden stick flew down and hit him on the head with a bang.
Hammerson's eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
Gritting his teeth, the bearded man roared, "Who are you? What do you want? Money? We can pay you a lot of money. "
Luke's lips curled up.
These people always liked to use money as a last resort.
Most of the time, it worked.
But for a man like Luke, who had a system, it didn't work at all.
Bang! Bang!
The bearded man screamed again, but this time, there were bloody holes in each of his legs.
Smith didn't say anything, and simply stared at the lofty shadow with glittering eyes.
Under his gaze, the shadow unhurriedly reloaded and tossed the Glock to the ground in front of him.
Narrowing his eyes, Smith said to Donna, who was still in a daze, "Come here and untie me."
Donna, who was holding the baby, exclaimed in bewilderment. She looked around and took out a knife from one of the fallen men in black combat uniforms.
A minute later, Smith stood up and rubbed his numb hands and feet. "What do you want?"
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