"My Tactics Are a Little Special"

Brian cautiously went upstairs to check the situation and discovered that the guards had fled the moment they realized things were going badly!

When Brian returned to the basement, his expression was a sight to behold. He scanned the kidnapped girls and successfully found his unconscious daughter.

"Kim!" Brian picked up his daughter and examined her carefully. Thankfully, they had not injected her with drugs. Kim was merely unconscious and would wake up before long.

Brian carried his daughter outside. Before leaving, Xiao Miao unlocked the shackles on the other girls, then splashed them with cold water. Their eyelids trembled as they began to wake.

After calling reporters with a guard's phone, Xiao Miao escorted Brian out of the estate. Yet even after the two got into the car, the guards never reappeared.

"They really ran. I thought they were hiding and waiting for reinforcements," Brian said, dumbfounded.

Xiao Miao found it absurd too, but after thinking it over, he understood. "Actually, it's normal. The last batch of men in France all died in the White Feather Movement."

"...Makes sense."

When they arrived at the airport, Brian hurried to buy his daughter a plane ticket home, but Xiao Miao stopped him. "Wait. Let your daughter go home first. You stay and help me with something."

Here it comes! I knew it wouldn't be that simple!

Brian immediately became alert. From the moment Xiao Miao had paid out of his own pocket, Brian had suspected that he had some other motive for taking this job. Sure enough, he had been right.

Fortunately, his daughter had already been rescued. The dark clouds in Brian's heart dispersed, and he secretly made up his mind: as long as Xiao Miao's request was not against humanity, he would help him to the end.

"What do you need?" Brian asked.

"Are you willing to just go home like this? To let those Albanians keep existing, keep kidnapping some other father's daughter, injecting them with drugs, forcing decent women into prostitution, and committing all kinds of evil?"

Brian's breathing quietly grew heavier. "You mean..."

"While investigating the leads, I saw some... horrifying things. Anyway, I couldn't stand it anymore." Xiao Miao continued, "Help me out. Find a way to gather the Albanian gang together. I'll handle the rest."

Brian vaguely guessed what he meant. "You want to... That's insane. There are nearly a hundred armed gang members, not a hundred pigs! They can run, fight back, and spray bullets everywhere!"

"You don't need to worry about that. Just tell me whether you'll help me or not."

Brian's mouth went dry. Xiao Miao's mad plan had completely shocked him. He fully realized what the other man intended to do, and a faint sense of anticipation even rose within him.

He wanted nothing more than to kill those scumbags himself, but there were too many of them. Killing just one or two small fry would accomplish nothing.

Xiao Miao's crazy plan had given him a chance for revenge!

After taking a deep breath, Brian finally made his decision. "Fine. We'll pull off something big together, on one condition: I need to watch Kim board the plane with my own eyes."

"No problem. Pleasure doing business with you." Xiao Miao smiled.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Kim soon woke up under her father's care. Father and daughter embraced and wept, warming Xiao Miao's heart.

Boarding time soon arrived. When Kim learned that her father had other business to take care of in Paris, she was reluctant, but obediently boarded the plane anyway.

After surviving this ordeal, Kim deeply understood what it meant to suffer for not listening to her elders. For the time being, she became an obedient girl and did whatever Brian told her.

The plane took off. Brian immediately called his ex-wife to tell her the flight number and estimated landing time. When he finished, he looked at Xiao Miao. "Let's go. We need to find somewhere to discuss this properly. We need to work out when and where those people will gather, and that depends on what tactics you're good at."

"Actually, my tactics are a little special. How about this? Once I get the weapons, we can continue discussing the plan."

"Works for me."

The underground bar of the Paris Continental Hotel.

Xiao Miao followed a staff member through a dim corridor and arrived at the armory at the end. The "sommelier" in charge of serving assassins nodded to Xiao Miao. "Good evening, Mr. Smith."

The sommelier was impeccably dressed. Though he was merely an arms dealer selling guns, he dressed like a traditional French aristocrat about to attend a king's banquet. His bearing was elegant, carrying the distinctive air of the era of Louis XVI.

Xiao Miao guessed this man must have no sense of humor, because every joke needed a punchline.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Xiao Miao quickly got to the point. "I need guns, and lots of ammunition."

The sommelier wore a professional smile. "It seems you are attending a party with many guests. May I ask how many?"

"That's not convenient. There are a lot of them, so I need reliable weapons that can fire continuously."

The sommelier nodded. "Understood. Then I recommend German models, though Austria's new offerings are also excellent. High accuracy, redesigned grips, flared magazine wells for easier reloads—you will certainly appreciate their custom modifications."

Xiao Miao tried them out, then shook his head regretfully. "I need something more powerful and more accurate!"

"Powerful, accurate!" The sommelier savored those two words repeatedly, his brows furrowing as he thought carefully. He turned and took a rifle from the gun cabinet, handing it to Xiao Miao. "An AR-15, with an 11.5-inch barrel, ion-coated bolt carrier group, and a Jicon Company one-to-six-power variable optic."

After testing it, Xiao Miao shook his head regretfully. "It feels good, but it won't last long enough. Do you have something wilder? More explosive?"

That isn't wild enough?

The sommelier raised a brow. "It has been a long time since I encountered such a discerning customer. Speaking of wild, I would recommend the Benelli M4..."

Xiao Miao sampled several firearms in succession, but none satisfied him. Then he suddenly noticed a large toy in the corner of a display case, covered with a black cloth for some reason.

The black cloth concealed its shape, but could not hide its savage angles. Even through the cloth, Xiao Miao could feel the barely contained intimidation it radiated.

Heavy. Violent. Like a beast lying in wait.

"What's under there?" Xiao Miao asked.

Following Xiao Miao's gaze, the sommelier gave an awkward smile. "Oh, that is... an unfortunate choice we made when stocking up, in order to diversify the collection. It has been sitting here for so long that we had no choice but to cover it."

Xiao Miao nodded. "Sounds like it has been waiting for me. Tell me about it."

"...The customer comes first. As you wish." The sommelier hesitated for a moment, then lifted the black cloth under Xiao Miao's gaze, revealing the savage killing machine beneath: an M240 general-purpose machine gun!

Xiao Miao immediately understood.

No wonder the sommelier said it had been sitting unsold for so long. What assassin in their right mind would buy one? Assassins generally preferred pistols and submachine guns, and rarely even used rifles.

As for machine guns?

Brother, they were neither elegant nor practical. No one had ever heard of an assassination carried out with a machine gun.

But...

Xiao Miao revealed a thoughtful expression. This gun seemed especially suited to him!

"M240B, the standard U.S. Army infantry model. Commonly used for fire support on vehicles, ships, and aircraft. Renowned for its high accuracy and reliability. It fires 750 rounds per minute, has an effective range of 3,725 meters, and can fire accurately within 800 meters."

There was no need to question the sommelier's professionalism. Even for a gun that had not sold in years, he knew every specification by heart.

"What about its power and endurance?"

"Those are precisely the M240B's strengths!" The sommelier moved the matte-black killing machine onto the table. "It uses 7.62×51mm full-power rounds. Compared to the 5.56mm caliber of the M249 and M16, it can easily penetrate most apartment walls and steel structures within its effective range. Soldiers have widely praised its performance in urban combat. It uses a pure belt-feed system and can be fitted with a 200-round ammo box!"

Xiao Miao finally smiled in satisfaction. "Very good. I'll take it. I need two M240Bs and a thousand rounds."

"???"

The sommelier offered an awkward yet polite smile. "Uh... It seems you are planning to attend a... memorable party."

He really wanted to ask what Xiao Miao was planning and what outrageous job he had taken that required M240Bs.

But the Continental Hotel had its rules. The sommelier's professionalism suppressed his curiosity. Perhaps the television news would satisfy it soon enough.

Xiao Miao nodded. "It will indeed be memorable."

"As for transportation, I personally recommend a military Hummer. A classic model, with modification options..."

Xiao Miao raised a hand to interrupt him. "What transportation? I don't need transportation."

The sommelier froze. "No transportation... Then where will you mount the M240s?"

Xiao Miao looked at the sommelier as if he were an idiot. "I bought two guns, and I just happen to have two arms. Do you really need to ask something that obvious?"

"???" The sommelier's composed smile completely collapsed.