"Of course, you are very discerning." The bald white man was stunned, then he chuckled and said:
"Sig Sauer P226X-FIVELW, a competition pistol, I made a lot of modifications."
The bald white man was extremely proud and continued: "I improved the aiming device and increased the ammunition capacity to nineteen rounds."
"She is my favorite 'wife'. Only death can separate me from it, mua~~ah!"
After saying that, he kissed P226 hard.
"OK, the small talk is over, it's time to get down to business." The bald white man's face became solemn, and he pointed the muzzle of his gun at Cao Gui's head:
"Now, tell me what I want to know."
Cao Gui frowned. The specific heat capacity of metal is relatively small, and the heat comes in and dissipates quickly. But even so, the temperature on the muzzle is not comfortable.
On the other side, the "fellow" who was let go had another gun pressed against his head.
It's that young white man.
"Man, I have nothing to do with them, I'm just eating..." Cao Gui said, "Besides, I hate it when people put a gun on my head."
"Ha! Do you think I will believe it? Yellow-skinned boy?" The bald white man smiled disdainfully: "Here with your skin color, you actually say it has nothing to do with them?"
"I'm waiting for my white chicken...you should take down the gun." Cao Gui's face twitched slightly, suppressing his anger.
However, who would have expected that the bald man actually hit Cao Gui on the head with a gun and said with a smile:
"What if I don't? What do you want?"
Cao Gui's eyes turned cold, he reached out with his right hand, grabbed the gun in an instant, and punched out with his left hand, hitting him hard on the liver.
One punch to the liver!
The bald white man instantly turned pale and fell down.
"Oh Shet!"
The young white man screamed in surprise and without thinking, he directly pulled the trigger on Cao Gui.
Bang bang!
Two bullets roared towards Cao Gui's head.
Six Styles·Paper Painting!
Cao Gui's body swayed, and two bullets flew past the tip of his nose, but his expression was extremely gloomy.
There's no need to hold back, it's the smelly Agent Langley anyway, just kill him!
The muzzle of the Sig Sauer P226 gun in his hand turned, and the trigger was pulled. Two "bang bang" sounds were heard, and two bullets were fired, directly hitting the white young man in the abdomen.
Cao Gui turned the gun and pulled the trigger on the "fellow" who escaped from control.
There were two more gunshots, and the bullet hit his thigh, causing him to fall instantly.
"Ah! Save me... spare my life!"
The "fellow fellow" screamed in fear, helplessly covering his bleeding thighs with both hands, struggling painfully, and twisting his legs into weird directions and angles.
Looking at that angle, it was estimated that the bullet hit the thigh, causing the leg bone to be shattered and unable to be saved.
Cao Gui sneered and tried to kill me again and again. Do you really think that I, Cao, was made of clay?
"You...who are you?" the bald white man on the ground asked with a pale face.
Bang bang!
Cao Gui shot him twice in the leg. Now he thought of asking for his identity?
late!
Cao Gui directly searched his body, and after a while, he found a certificate, a CIA certificate, and the name on it was Walker.
Cao Gui didn't know whether it was true or not. There was a high possibility that the certificate was genuine.
Although this person came to the restaurant and started killing people, in Paris, this level of fighting was about the same as two aunts fighting with brooms in China. At most, it was considered a public security nuisance, not even a public security incident, and it was not worth mentioning at all.
carry.
Therefore, there is no need for this guy to hide his identity. If it doesn't work, he can return to the United States with absolute diplomatic immunity. French chickens can't go to North America to arrest people anymore, right?
Does French Chicken have that strength?
So to sum up, this document should be authentic.
"Agent Walker?"
Cao Gui chuckled and said, the bald white man who was so high-spirited just now and killing everyone has turned pale and his legs are bleeding profusely. It can't be too miserable.
"You...you are not a drug dealer, who are you?" Walker asked with a pale face.
As usual, Cao Gui took out his FBI ID and showed it in front of him: "Did you see it clearly?"
Seeing this, Walker was immediately overjoyed: "Man, I'm the CIA! I'm sorry about what happened just now..."
Bang bang!
Two flowers of blood spattered on Walker's chest, and his body stiffened instantly. The surprise on his face was still there, but there was endless confusion and despair in his eyes.
"If an apology is useful, why should the FBI do it?"
Cao Gui sneered, turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the young man's head and pulled the trigger. After a gunshot, the CIA was awarded the distinguished package of the commander-in-chief: his imagination is wide open!
Ding~
[The host eliminates Langley Agents Walker and James and completes a "Eliminate Evil" mission, and is rewarded with 1,000 merit points and 500 experience points. ]
[The host eliminates Agent James of Langley and completes an "Eliminate Evil" mission, and is rewarded with 30 merit points and 15 experience points. ]
Ding~
[Justice Navy System (helping every naval soldier with a righteous mind)]
[Soldier’s name: Cao Gui (Naval Corporal, Swordsman Apprentice)]
[Power value: 205 (a standard that reflects combat effectiveness, rather than a factor that determines combat effectiveness)]
Listening to the reminder sound in his mind, Cao Gui turned his attention to the "fellow fellow". He performed a simple self-rescue and stopped the bleeding, but he had bled too much before and his face turned pale for a while.
"Brother, brother... please, don't kill me, I don't know anything, I'm just a waiter!" The "fellow" cried with snot and tears.
Cao Gui walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, then I will let you go once. Next time you let me see you, I will show no mercy."
"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother..." The "fellow fellow" burst into tears and nodded repeatedly.
Cao Gui didn't look at him again, put away the SIG Sauer P226, turned around and returned to his car.
The "fellow fellow" watched Cao Gui leave with gratitude, but what he didn't notice was that there was a small black button-like object on his shoulder.
Those were the bugs and locator left by Cao Gui.
Now that you are involved in this matter, let's find out the mastermind and kill them together to earn some merit and experience.
Five minutes later, a van drove up, got out of several decorators, and then shot and killed the "fellow" who thought he could be rescued.
Then, he dismantled the ceiling, loaded bags of white powder one after another into the car, and also loaded all the corpses in the restaurant, and then drove away.
Cao Gui was stunned when he saw it. It turned out that not only Wuling, but also other cars could hold so many things.
Cao Gui slowly started the vehicle and followed it, hanging far behind. He had a locator, so he didn't have to worry about losing his target.
Not long after Cao Gui left, a black SUV appeared. Three strong men in black suits got out, searched the restaurant, and finally drove away.
"Sir, we found blood samples from Walker and James."
"Also, this is a bullet fired by James' gun. There is no blood on it."
"This is a bullet fired by a Walker Sig Sauer P226, and it has Walker's blood on it."
Looking at the things placed in front of him, a middle-aged man in the driver's seat had a gloomy expression. It was obvious that both Walker and James were dead.
The middle-aged man had a sullen face and dialed a phone number:
"Brian, I heard that you are in Paris and I need your help."
On the other end of the phone, Brian was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Sir, I have retired and am spending time with my daughter."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man rubbed his eyebrows:
"Brian, Walker died in the battle, and I need a strong helper now."
"...Give me your email address and I will recommend someone to you."
The middle-aged man was stunned and gave his email address. After a while, a piece of information was sent to his email address.
"Alan Kraus? Stumbling block?"
The middle-aged man touched his chin and dialed another number:
