Chapter 446; Alpha is also law! Physics also makes sense! !
Venice Water City, a beautiful city.
With 118 small islands scattered throughout the lagoon, waterways are the most common means of transportation here.
In front of a 39-year-old coffee shop, several young people with leisurely looks were sitting on wicker chairs, enjoying the rare sunshine.
Beside them were large snakeskin bags, bulging with unknown contents.
Today is a special day. It is the open day of an art exhibition in Venice. Many artists will come to display or appreciate the artistic creations of other colleagues.
Francois Pinault is the initiator of this art exhibition.
In the eyes of the outside world, he is a successful businessman, and he is also a very artistic businessman.
Runs Kering Group.
There may be many people who don't know the name of this group, but they should have heard of several other names.
Balenciaga.
Christie's auction house.
They were all acquired by him.
In 1990, last year, Francois successfully acquired Balenciaga and prepared to build it into a top luxury brand.
Holding this art exhibition also paves the way for Balenciaga.
However, beneath this glamorous coat, there are also dirty things about children buried.
He, including his son, particularly likes to support artists with special quirks, and even promotes them with great fanfare, using them as selling points on Balenciaga's promotional posters.
One word.
nausea!
A few minutes later, a grand cruise ship appeared on the river, and on it were the people participating in the art exhibition, including Francois Pinault and his son Henry.
The sound spread from far away to near, and soon the whole area became lively, and the busy people gathered by the river to watch the excitement.
Although there are sensational incidents taking place in other areas, they do not seem to affect this place.
It shouldn't be affected either.
Right?
Right...right?
When the crowd gradually gathered, the few leisurely young people did not go over to join in the fun. Instead, they took advantage of the crowd to open the snakeskin bags around them and put on their weapons.
"Alpha 17 confirms target presence."
"Gamma 3 received, the sniper team is ready and can shoot at any time."
"No Gamma 3, you are just responsible for filling up the guns this time. This time it is our turn for Alpha 17 to show off its capabilities!!"
They are the new members of the Mexican Secret Service. They are the best in all aspects in the training center, otherwise they would not be qualified to enter the Secret Service.
It's just that they haven't had any chance to perform since entering the Secret Service.
Too many!
Too many people want to make progress!
In order to grab a mission, the Secret Service team almost lost their lives.
But this time is different.
This time there were so many tasks that they could laugh out loud.
There are targets all over the world.
It's no wonder they are unhappy when good achievements are delivered to their doorsteps.
Seeing a target now is like a gorilla with red eyes.
They came here to do only one thing today.
kill!
Kill him and make him stand on his back!
Francois Pinault was their priority.
His son cannot be let go either.
Because neither father nor son is a good bird.
When his son François Henri came to power, he blatantly supported the twisted artists.
There are statues with organs replacing noses and mouths.
There are also all kinds of conjoined bodies, capital punishment, and twisted torture!
and dismembered human bodies.
It’s a cult classic!
This kind of person is only suitable for the death penalty!
The crowd gathering has reached its peak and the art exhibition has officially opened.
Everyone gathered around Francois and his son, diligently showing off their ‘artworks’
One of them had a mustache and his eyes were bent into gouda shapes.
His artwork is a painting of a child holding a dismembered human body.
After seeing this, François and his son expressed great enjoyment and immersion, as if they had entered some extreme state.
Beng!
Suddenly a violent gunshot broke the lively atmosphere.
The painting and its author were torn apart.
Barrett M82.
It has a caliber of 12.7 mm and is equipped with a high-explosive warhead that has a critical hit effect.
That artist is an example.
Blood mixed with bone fragments, internal organs and other things exploded all over the place.
Francois and his son, who were closest to them, were sprayed directly in the face.
"Look, this is called art!"
The snipers of the Gamma 3 team were in a house three hundred meters away, proudly showing off their gun skills.
The observer slapped his head and shouted: "Stop showing off! Keep shooting! The Alpha 17 team said that except for Francois, everyone else can share a share!"
"Understood!"
The sniper immediately focused his attention and once again aimed at the target at the art exhibition.
Like the perverted artist just now, there were not only fifty, but also twenty or thirty people in the entire venue.
Killing one is an achievement!
"It's dead!"
In the art gallery, after a brief silence, people's horrified shouts rang out.
Suddenly the whole scene was in chaos!
People were running away everywhere, and some timid artists were already hiding behind cabinets of their art with their crotches wet.
But that kind of cabinet made of wooden boards was like paper in front of Barrett. Every time he shot it, it exploded!
"There are gunshots! Call the police!"
"Call the NM police! I want you to report it!"
There are also people who don’t know what is happening and are frightened and want to call the police.
Does this work if you call the police?
Where did those people come from? Coming by boat?
I’m afraid everyone in the audience will be chilled by then!
François and his son were worthy of being members of the upper class, and their reactions were much faster than these stupid artists. They found possible blind spots immediately and avoided the fate of being sniped.
"Daddy, daddy! Don't leave me!"
François Henry was hiding behind a stone wall pillar as he tried to run to a safer location.
But seeing everyone who showed his head being torn apart, he didn't dare to move at all, and could only look at his father for help.
The place where his father Francois Pinault was hiding was obviously safer. As long as he ran towards the door next to him, he would definitely be able to escape from this hell field.
He looked at his son with a lot of reluctance.
After all, this is his own flesh and blood, and he is still somewhat capable.
But...
At this time, your own life is the most important thing!
This number is invalid.
Just practice another one!
So he ran towards the door without looking back.
This old man's legs are pretty neat, and he doesn't have the senility of other elderly people at all.
"Pino! I'll fuck you!"
Henry stared, not expecting his father to run away like this.
The entire eye socket turned blood red.
This is obviously out of anger!
Francois Pinault obviously doesn't care what his son scolds, and life is better than anything else. Soon! The door is right in front of you!
François Pinault also had scarlet eyes, which was the desire for life.
However, just when his old hands touched the door handle, the door opened from the outside.
The counter-thrust force acted directly on Francois Pinault's face. His aging body could not withstand the blow. He heard a crack of bones and Francois Pinault flew back.
Then, a few men in combat uniforms whose age and appearance could not be clearly seen, only that they were very strong, rushed in, holding various firearms in their hands.
Everything from shotguns to light machine guns is covered.
It can charge and defend, and can also cover the retreat of friendly troops when necessary.
This is a fully formed commando team!
Ta-ta-ta!
"Everyone, get down! I'll shoot anyone who dares to stand up!"
A jerky Italian blurted out, shocking everyone present.
Who can join the Secret Service, especially the front-line team, who doesn't have their own special abilities? Speaking a little foreign language is just a trivial matter.
However, there are also those who are not smart enough to raise their legs and want to escape from the side, but they do not need this team to take action. As soon as the person lifts his legs, his body is torn apart.
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Barrett is still staring in the distance!
Everyone present is not clean, so there is no need to worry about anything.
Francois Pinault was still a little dizzy, but his survival instinct made him twist and crawl on the ground like a caterpillar, trying his best to stay away from these people.
But it was meaningless. A team member had already walked up behind Francois Pinault, grabbed his few remaining white hair, and dragged him to the center of the art gallery.
François Pinault had a painful expression, but he was quite stubborn. He cursed ferociously: "Bah...bastard, let go...let me go!"
Naturally, the team member didn't care about that, dragged him to the center of the field, took out a DV and started filming him.
"François Pinault, you preach about all kinds of perverted hobbies and express your love without concealment. We condemn this behavior and express our indignation!"
"Condemn!"
The players behind him shouted.
"That...that's just a personal hobby! You have no right to manage it!"
"No rights? What is this thing in my hand?"
The team member grabbed the barrel of the pistol, held the handle like a hammer, and aimed it at Francois's little toe.
Blood splattered everywhere.
"This is my right!!"
Although he is old, his blood is still quite red.
It seems to be well maintained.
Francois Pinault immediately screamed in pain.
This reminded him of the unbearable years before 1970.
He tried his best to do all kinds of business, whether it was gray or white, as long as it was profitable, he did not hesitate.
Then, he discovered that the children's business was the most profitable.
In a sense, he is a middleman who specializes in secret transactions with the so-called nobles.
He has almost the same nature as the future Einstein. For such a person to be alive is the greatest insult to humanity.
At that time, he had experienced a lot of pain.
And as he grew through this and other business ventures, he thought he would never feel this way again for the rest of his life.
But I didn’t expect to come back now...
And more intensely.
"You still dare to quibble? You are not only interested in this aspect, you also act as a broker for those upper-class people, specializing in human trafficking. Do you admit it?!"
"I...I don't...ah!!"
François Pinault simply didn't dare admit it.
He saw that the other party was filming himself on DV. If it were announced, he and his family would be in trouble!
Even if these people let him go, those at the top will not let him go.
But this team member will not be polite.
Two more toes were smashed.
And he seemed to be still unsatisfied, so he kept beating until Francois Pinault's toes were shattered into slag in the leather shoes.
But I have to say that these leather shoes are really strong. Even if they are hit like this, the leather is not broken.
The blood and debris can be kept intact inside.
"Do you admit it?!"
"You are using violence to force a confession! Even if I admit it, you will force me to lie!"
But the team member smiled: "It doesn't matter, as long as you admit it, you can still live!"
Francois Pinault's eyes flickered, painful and tangled.
Then, without hesitation, the player stepped on his calf.
His shoes are specially made training shoes, which are even bulletproof to a certain extent and can break bones with a snap!
"I haven't said it yet! I haven't said it yet!"
François Pinault was clearly a bit broken.
"Crying? Crying counts as time! I don't have time to wait for your nagging answer!"
"I admit it! I admit it!"
"Admit what?!"
"I admit that I am trading people! But they are all adults... Uh-huh!"
The team member crushed another calf with his foot and reached out his hand to cover Francois Pinault's mouth.
Because the old man was too noisy, which made him very irritable.
Can't you please keep your voice down?
We are not deaf!
It's so loud, it looks energetic, but it doesn't seem to hurt enough!
François Pinault collapsed. When the hand was removed from his mouth, he started to confess all his actions at the top of his lungs.
Including but not limited to communicating with the upper class, occasionally engaging in drug trafficking, and also involved in organ trading...
Anyway, he will do anything to make money.
How else would he make a fortune?
Is the money so easy to make?
"Look, look, if you admit it early, you won't have to suffer so much?"
The team members were very satisfied and the DV video had recorded the entire episode.
"By the way, remember to edit it later. I cut off the toe tap I just made."
Until now, Francois Pinault's leather shoes are still in good condition, and it looks like nothing has happened to them at first glance.
And the angle is very tricky. If the part that steps on the calf is also cut off, it will not be obvious that Francois Pinault has broken two legs.
"Can I...can I survive?"
"You can die alive."
"You have no credibility! Just now you said I could survive!"
"Sorry, because you are so sinful, we can't help but want to execute you."
This team member smiled for the first time.
But Francois Pinault could not see it under the mask.
"Okay, brothers, one kick at a time, take turns, share the credit equally, and get promoted together!"
The other team members rushed up and trampled on Francois Pinault continuously.
Some are just excited.
François Henri, who was beside him, was already frightened.
He thought about running away, but at this time he could not walk at all, so he could only sit on the ground, releasing a stench.
When Francois had no air intake, the team members looked at Francois Henry at the same time.
"I...I didn't do anything that my father did! I'm innocent! And I also know a lot of high-class things. I can tell you everything!"
Francois Henry's whole body had collapsed, his body was limp on the ground, and all that was left was wailing and begging for mercy.
"Sorry, we don't need these things, and we never negotiate terms with you people."
"You are just like drug dealers and you deserve to die!"
It is God’s business to forgive them!
Victor is responsible for sending them to meet God! !
(End of chapter)