1414Ireland: Death is like the wind, always with me
In the alley near the base.
Ireland completed that convenient task and quickly left the base.
On the way, he kept scanning the hidden places around him, his face was calm, but his heart was unavoidably wary - it wasn't that he was suspicious, it was just that no matter who was reminded to "be careful on the road" by a guy with a lot of criminal records, he would probably be in a different mood.
Similar changes.
However, despite being vigilant all the way, the surroundings were always very calm.
This made Ireland feel that maybe he was thinking too much.
But as a qualified and courageous cadre, he did not relax his vigilance. He just relaxed a little, but did not stop observing his surroundings.
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In this way, we arrived at the place where we hid the car.
Ireland walked to the driver's seat and was about to open the door.
But at this moment, he paused, and a thought suddenly came to his mind: Do you want to check your car?
Ireland: "..." He has not told anyone about today's itinerary. Even if Uzo wanted to target him, it would be difficult to set up an ambush on the road.
But just now, Wu...the man in black wearing sunglasses and whose identity was tentatively told him to "be careful on the road."
Therefore, compared to an ambush halfway, Ireland always felt that the possibility of Uzo tampering with his car seemed to be higher.
And if you think about it carefully, it was the base that Gin and others left first.
Although Gin would not blatantly interfere with other cadres near the organization's base, Uzo would not necessarily do so - in the many rumors related to him, this new cadre sounds like he is just a man who is reckless for his hobbies.
of madman.
Ireland didn't dare to be careless. He took back his hand that wanted to open the car door and was about to lean over to check.
But at this time, there was faint movement in the abandoned building next to it, as if someone was climbing the stairs.
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Ireland was startled: This building has been abandoned for a long time. Even if there were homeless people living there, they would not have enough time to climb the stairs at night.
He felt something was not right and raised his head warily.
But before he could see anything clearly, a bicycle suddenly came to a screeching halt on the road next to him.
Ireland turned around and tightened his fingers slightly - it turned out to be a policeman.
The patrolman got off his bicycle and looked at Ireland with a frown, as if he wanted to say something.
But soon, from his perspective, he seemed to notice something else. The patrolman looked up at the stairs and shouted in surprise: "Hey! What are you doing there? Come down immediately!"
Ireland: "..." There is really someone up there?
This thought flashed through my mind, and the next moment, there was a sudden scream from upstairs, approaching quickly.
"!" Ireland suddenly raised his head, just in time to see a person falling from the roof of the building and hitting his head hard. He broke out in a cold sweat and stepped back suddenly. The sole of the fallen person's shoe fell against his hair.
The wind blew the pain on my face.
Finally, the man landed on the roof of his car with a loud bang, his legs hanging down and hitting the window, causing a spiderweb of cracks to break out of the strong explosion-proof window.
There was a moment of dead silence.
Over the years of the organization, Ireland has personally produced countless corpses.
But at this time, death happened so close to him, and more importantly, he almost took him away with him. This made his throat roll, clenched his fists, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
The little patrolman was completely shocked and staggered back a step: "Why, how could this happen..."
It was because of these movements that Ireland suddenly came back to his senses.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't stay here anymore - if he was taken to the Metropolitan Police Department for this, things would be in trouble. He had to leave the scene immediately before many people saw him!
He happened to be under the building at the time of the fall. From another perspective, this can be regarded as a perfect alibi. At least it can prove that he was not the one who pushed the person down the building... Even if the police later think that he was here
It's very suspicious. If you want to find him for questioning, the search won't be as intensive as hunting for a murderer.
With this thought in mind, before the patrolman came to his senses, Ireland took a cursory look at the location of the vehicle where it was most likely to be tampered with.
Not finding anything wrong, he forcefully opened the deformed car door, got into the car, and started to leave.
The accelerator was gradually increased to the maximum, and the vehicle jumped out with a roar. The body on the roof was thrown off and fell to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, Ireland calmly took out the gun hidden on his body, quickly installed the silencer, stuck the muzzle of the gun out of the crack of the car window, and suddenly pulled the trigger.
After a muffled explosion, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the patrolman's head jerked back, as if he had been hit hard, and fell to the ground.
The vehicle quickly drove away from the dimly lit street and quickly disappeared into the night.
"I'm really sorry. I don't want to attack the police unless necessary." His eyes were cruel and he whispered coldly, "If you want to blame, just blame that Uzo. I will send him to hell to accompany you soon."
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After the vehicles left, it was a quiet street.
The patrolman who was "killed by a headshot" hissed, covered his head, and sat up from the ground.
Just now he was standing here peacefully, when suddenly a cat came running against the wall through dark clouds and snow, as fast as a black lightning bolt.
With this kind of natural protective color in the dark night, it was not until the cat came close that the patrolman barely discovered its existence by relying on its four white paws.
While the little patrolman was curious about when he had acquired the physique of attracting cats, he subconsciously reached out his hand to catch the cat that ran towards him enthusiastically.
Unexpectedly, the next second, a cold light flashed in the cat's eyes, and it slapped him on the forehead with a claw without mercy.
The tiny cat actually contained huge kinetic energy, and the careless human fell over. When he regained consciousness, the suspicious car had already driven away.
The patrolman was stunned for a moment.
After a moment, he came back to his senses and turned to look at the culprit cat: "Why did you hit me!"
The cat squatted next to him with its paws clasped, raising its head to look at him innocently, as if it didn't understand what he was talking about.
Looking at each other for a moment, the patrolman sighed helplessly: "..." Alas, why was he arguing with a cat? The cat didn't mean it, maybe a mosquito just passed by his forehead, and the cat was swatting the mosquito.
He reached out and touched the cat's head.
A few seconds later, he suddenly remembered the business and looked in the direction of the vehicle: "Don't run!!"
However, looking at it this way, the road was empty and the car had completely disappeared.
"...Why are you running? He is obviously a victim, but he doesn't want to make a record. Is this a wanted fugitive?"
The patrolman muttered and looked at his cell phone.
After being knocked down, he remembered following his instinct and pressing the shutter button.
