The target person is the driver, and you can see clearly as long as you are not blind! From now on, you must not leave the observation point for a moment. Even if you shit and pee, you must solve it on the spot. If you lose your target, you will not eat in the next month!"

The roaring sound soon disappeared, but the call button of the high-frequency walkie-talkie over there seemed to have forgotten to turn off, and a conversation between Jason's boss came faintly:

"What a stupid pig. I don't know what Mr. Drake thought, but he actually made such a group of rookies come over!"

"This is also a training for them. The domestic economic situation is not good now, and the recruitment standards of MI6 have been reduced a lot, which can be considered as an increase in employment. But then again, it is enough to deal with those Chinese who are not as good as the climate..."

"That's right, and with the participation of a few of us old birds, those Chinese people are worth their lives. You must know that this time, a net of heaven and earth has been laid!"

"Hehe~~~ That's right, that's right... Hehe... Hehe... Hehe... It seems that I forgot to turn off the call on the walkie-talkie..."

"Bah!" Jason listened to the contemptuous and contemptuous smile that came from the intercom, and couldn't help but spit on the ground: "Fuck! If you didn't find a job, why bother to get angry with you? Old bird, old bird, I think it's ******* old!"

Jason said, bit the hot dog in his hand hard, walked to the high-power telescope, looked at the pre-developed observation area through the lens barrel, and at this moment, a white 1973 white Volkswagen Beetle sedan drove from a distance. At the same time, his high-frequency walkie-talkie was constantly informing the relevant situation:

"The target was discovered and I had passed Kelford Street..."

"Confirm! It has passed the Berg Opera House..."

"I'm sure I'm passing by Bus No. 1 and heading towards the apartment building where Jason is located..."

"Hmph! Finally here!" Listening to the high-frequency intercom report, Jason didn't care about the hot dog in his hand, quickly adjusted the focal length of the high-power telescope, aimed at the approaching vehicle, and looked straight over. He saw a young man with a very oriental temperament sitting in the cab, driving leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth, like a very happy little bee, breaking into the flowers covered with spider webs, feeling free and relaxed, but he didn't know that he had already crashed into a trap that could not be extricated:

"I'm in a good mood!" A disdainful sneer flashed across Jason's fat face, then picked up the high-frequency walkie-talkie and pressed the call button:

"Announcement on the commanding heights of the apartment building, and the target was discovered......................................................"

Before Jason could tell the report halfway, a harsh brake sound came downstairs, and then a series of vehicle collisions sounded. Jason didn't care about the report and quickly held the high-power telescope to see what was going on. However, when the scene of a car accident that was not seriously damaged just fell into his eyes, he felt a severe pain in the back of his head, and then his eyes turned dark and he knew nothing...

"Jason, Jason~~What the hell happened to you?"

"Two German women hit each other on bicycles..."

"What do you think of women? I'll let you stare at the target, the target!" The roaring sounds in the high-frequency intercom can simply shake people's eardrums...

"The goal has been passed smoothly!"

"I know, this stupid guy is crazy about women..." Jason's boss didn't forget to curse at the end of the call, but what he didn't know was that Jason was already unconscious at this time...

At the same time, on the road leading to Schindler Cafe, a white 1973 white Volkswagen Beetle sedan drove quickly towards the destination. There were obvious scratches on the body of the car on the right. It was obvious that it had just experienced a traffic accident. However, the owner of the car didn't seem to care about it. The speed was still very fast, and he didn't even consider whether similar things would happen again...

"Sir, are you okay? Do you want us to drive slowly?"

"No!" A middle-aged man in the back row flashed through the shadows in the back row of the car. His fair face reflected in the light seemed particularly nervous and excited. If Jason was unconscious at this time, he would definitely be surprised to see this person, because this person was no one else, but the Consul General of the British Consulate in Frankfurt, Germany, Neil Wu! De, at this moment, he thought about nothing but meeting the Argentinians. Even if there was an accident just now, Hao still didn't care. Instead, he continued to urge:

"Hurry up, the agreed time is coming soon, we must hurry up..."

"Sir, I know your mood!" The assistant who served as the driver was helpless, but he still patiently advised: "But we are indeed a bit dangerous like this. Fortunately, the Asian man was very easy-going. Not only did he not obstruct, he also returned the extra money. If... well... what is this?"

When Niel Wu De's assistant talked about money, he subconsciously glanced at the storage box that he threw to the next door. At this moment, he suddenly found that there was a note of the money returned by the Asian man. So he picked it up and looked at it. He was shocked and braked and almost knocked Niel Wu De who was sitting back to rush forward to eat shit...

"How did you drive? Do you want to hit me to death?...Is this?...How could it be..."

Nie! Wu! De was furious and pointed at his assistant and cursed. At this moment, the assistant handed him the note. He only glanced at him, and the chaotic anger disappeared in an instant, leaving only horror and shock:

"Someone wants to kill me? How could the Argentinians..." The incredible Niel! Wu! De looked at the note again: "Be careful, someone wants to kill you!"

I thought about the somewhat bizarre traffic accident just now, and recalled the recent movements of the Argentinians, and the doubts in my heart slowly condensed, and an ominous premonition suddenly filled my whole body...

“How far are we from Schindler’s Café now?”

"Sir, we have arrived!" The assistant also pointed at the quiet and peaceful cafe not far away with horror. Nie! Wu! De stared at him and waved his hand to the back:

"Let's go! Let's go back, hurry..."

The assistant started the car at the same time as Niel Wude gave the order. When Niel Wude's word "fast" was blurted out, the car had already retreated more than ten meters, but at this moment, a black object smashed down with a beautiful parabola, and then a fire flashed:

"Boom~~~"

Ni! Wu! De only felt that his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys were almost shocked:

"Run!" Neil Wu De didn't know where he got the strength, and kicked the car door. At the same time, in the streets not far away, a bald British man who looked over thirty smiled coldly when he saw this:

"The fish that was already hiking into the net of heaven and earth, wanted to run away? There wasn't even a door, go up!"

As he said that, the bald man waved his hand and took the pistol toward Nie! Wu! Del...
Chapter completed!