Chapter 96 A battle of wits

In the suburbs, in a temporary safe house, the anchor on the news is describing today's accident on the expressway.

"The accident resulted in the death of three people. Currently, the Police Headquarters has intervened in the investigation. The cause of the accident is still under investigation. The relevant responsible persons of the construction party have also been controlled..."

The news was still being broadcast in the living room. Pamela turned down the volume and turned to look at everyone.

The news said three people died.

"Can you tell me what you learned today?" Pamela glanced at everyone.

Joseph: "I went to the hospital to find out more about it, but no one mentioned a word about the accident. It seemed like they had been given a silence order."

Benji: "I tried to hack into the hospital's surveillance system. It's a little strange. None of the surveillance systems on the sixth floor are turned on."

This is indeed a point. Pamela nodded without comment and continued to look at the remaining people.

When it was Jack's turn, Jack said: "I don't think anyone can survive in that situation."

He did it himself, and he also watched with his own eyes as those steel beams smashed the Mercedes-Benz into a discus. He didn't think anyone could survive in that situation.

But Pamela's reaction was very strange. It stands to reason that Jack is the direct executor, and his words should be the most convincing, but Pamela just nodded and said nothing.

Ma Ning: "Well... I have observed from a distance that the hospital's security force has been significantly strengthened today."

Ma Ning mentioned another doubtful point, and then looked at the others.

Finally, it was Mia's turn, "I checked with the nurse, and they said that the entire sixth floor was sealed, and blood bags were constantly being sent in. I asked, and the blood type is the rare AB type."

"And Brian Parker's blood type is AB."

Pamela said suddenly.

Only now did everyone understand what Pamela meant. It turned out that she had long suspected that Brian Parker was not dead.

Recalling the previous news and adding these doubts, everyone quickly concluded that there was something fishy in the hospital.

The news said that all three people in the Mercedes-Benz died, but the sixth floor of the hospital was sealed off. The doctors and nurses kept secret, but blood bags were kept being sent in. It was obvious that they were rescuing someone.

FSB is indeed cunning.

After everyone thought about it carefully, the more they thought about it, the more it made sense.

Jack frowned, he still thought it was impossible. If he had shot that day, the other party might still have survived, but if a heavy object of that magnitude hit his head, unless the other party was the biological son of God.

"Could it be a trap? This was all done deliberately by the other party to show us."

Jack raised a possibility, but he didn't think it was very likely. If all this was really arranged, it can only be said that the director is very powerful.

Silence fell in the room, and everyone looked at Pamela. No matter what everyone's opinion was, it was Pamela who made the final decision, but she did not speak for a long time.

At night, in the second half of the night, the number of vehicles on the streets gradually became less and less, and most people in the whole city fell asleep.

At the First Moscow State Hospital, except for some departments on the first floor that still had lights on, other rooms were plunged into darkness.

Downstairs, the nurses who worked the early morning shift changed back to their regular clothes and prepared to get off work in twos and threes. People walking out of the building greeted each other. Car lights turned on in the parking lot one after another, illuminating the darkness, and then started the engine and left.

After the off-duty rush, the hospital became quiet again.

On the dark roof of the hospital, a rope hung down, followed by a rustling sound.

After a while, a black shadow slid down the rope. When it reached the sixth floor, the black shadow stopped and seemed to be lying outside the window to peek.

In the house, a mummy-like guy is lying on the bed, surrounded by various machines that monitor vital signs. The beeping sound of the heart rate and the beating waveform on the machine all indicate the fact that the guy on the bed is still alive.<

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The black shadow gently moved the edge of the window. I don't know what method he used, but he actually opened the window.

The black shadow entered the house and fell to the ground silently. He quietly approached the door, listened to the movement outside, and then turned around and walked towards the patient on the bed.

The mummy patient on the bed still had his eyes closed. The shadow took out a silent pistol and took a pillow to cushion the muzzle of the gun.

Puff~

Two gunshots were heard, too weak to be heard.

The silencer and feather pillow minimize the sound of bullets coming out of the chamber.

After killing the target, the black shadow was about to leave when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The "beep" sound representing the heart rate did not disappear, and the waveform on the machine did not change at all.

He already knew that he had been fooled, but before he could react, he heard the same "pop" sound twice, followed by severe pain in his legs.

Then, as if a signal had been received, figures in black suits appeared from outside the door, in the closet, and even under the bed.

His weapons were confiscated and he was under control.

Vasily's figure then appeared. He circled around the controlled black hood twice, and then pulled off the black hood.

……

In the FSB office building, when Orlov, who had stayed up all night, received a call from Vasily, he was shaking with anger.

This person, Vasily has already checked, is not a CIA person, but a hired killer on the dark web.

An unlucky guy who doesn’t know what’s going on.

When Olof heard the news, he immediately threw the cup, and the roar inside could be heard through the door.

His face was gloomy and he locked himself in the office. After all, he missed a move.

The accident happened that day and Brian Parker died on the spot. Of course Orlov was very angry, but he was an old intelligence agent. After calming down, his first reaction was how to maximize the benefits.

Brian Parker is dead, so can something be made of his body?

The opponent must be someone from the CIA. There is no doubt about this. It is better to catch the mastermind behind the scenes than to have nothing at all.

He knows that informants are suspicious, and the best way to make the other party think that the target is not dead is not to tell him, but to let them find out on their own.

So he tailor-made this trap.

Declare the target dead, and deliberately leave flaws in a few places that are not easy to notice. The more sophisticated the opponent, the easier it is to fall for it.

Then a dragnet was set up in the hospital. As long as the other party dared to come in for a last-ditch attack, there would be no return.

But who would have thought that Orlov was fishing, and Pamela, who was playing against him, was not bad at all. The opponent did not play according to common sense, and actually hired a killer from the dark web to trap him.

When Orlov discovered all this, Pamela and her party were sitting in a private business jet drinking wine.

The moment the video footage of the killer was transmitted back, they knew they had made the right bet.

After working all night, Orlov stood at the window and looked at the pale sky outside. He had suffered losses at the hands of the CIA recently, and his life was very difficult. Director Beria had already shown his dissatisfaction with him.

This is a very bad sign.

But it happened that Shao Te was not honest at this time, and Orlov's eyes towards the night sky became cold and stern.

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Chapter completed!