Looking at Riester's proud back, Zuo Han couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
How can an organization like the FBI have such two hundred and fifty agents? Is it just relying on that perverted insight?
Zuo Han had already vaguely guessed that Lister might want to handle the case independently, otherwise he wouldn't be so peaceful these days, and he wouldn't be the only one waiting here. This impulse is common to every newbie in the industry, and it's understandable. But
There are probably relatively few people like Liszt who are two hundred and fifty.
Zuo Han shook his head secretly, and Agent 250's target, professional killer Bob, was even more troubled.
How could it be this second generation ancestor?
Bob knew more about List than Zuo Han.
Professional killers usually don't pay attention to the police, even the FBI. The police are the targets of their toy. But there are also some well-known police detectives who the killers want to avoid to avoid getting into trouble. Lister,
It is an existence that many people want to avoid.
However, that is not because of how capable Lister is, nor because of his stubborn temper, but because of Lister’s background. As long as you know that background, no one will easily provoke him unless he is an irrational perverted murderer.
he.
The FBI headquarters allowed List to pursue the case of Charles Sr., and it was because there was no clear clue about the case that List was allowed to wander around.
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"Sir, please open the car door." Lister knocked on Bob's car window.
Bob felt disgusted, but he would only open the car door obediently and pretend to be impatient: "What are you doing?"
Seeing Bob, Lister frowned.
Bob knew him, but he didn't know Bob. Could it be that Charles Sr. was disguising himself again?
Well, it's possible. The last time I pretended, I almost deceived myself.
Lister looked at it carefully and then reached out and pinched Bob's face.
"Damn it, is there something wrong with you?" Bob opened Riester's hand angrily.
This time he was really a little angry.
"FBI!" Riester showed his ID simply and ordered: "Hold your head with your hands, I want to check you!"
Bob had no choice but to raise his hand obediently.
Lister looked at Bob carefully and stretched out his evil hands again. He pinched Bob's face and even pulled his mouth, trying to see if there was any disguise on his face.
Bob's face was livid, and he didn't know whether it was because of Lister's pinching or because he was angry. If it weren't for Lister's background, Bob might have cut his throat with a knife.
Zuo Han watched from the car in front and couldn't help but worry about Lister.
An excellent professional killer is not a murderous maniac. He will almost never hurt anyone except the mission target. It is not out of pity, but to avoid more trouble. The existence of FBI agents is even more taboo.
For this reason, Zuo Han wanted to take advantage of Lister and did not want to kill him. But looking at the current situation, it seems a bit dangerous...
Fortunately, Bob maintained good professionalism and did not touch Riester even after being teased. Riester had touched enough, hesitated, pointed at Zuo Han and asked Bob: "That guy in the car in front of you. You
Do you know him?"
"I don't know him!" Bob had not heard the conversation between Zuo Han and List before, and he did not expect that he would be discovered. He was secretly a little strange. Could it be that the boy had committed something and implicated himself?
"Don't go away!" Liste ordered, and ran back to Zuo Han angrily.
"Didn't you say that your companion was in the car behind?" Riester asked angrily: "He is not Charles, and he doesn't know you!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now." Zuo Han looked very nervous. He kept winking at the back, as if he wanted to inform him of something.
Lister looked suspicious and turned around.
At this time, Bob happened to open the car door, intending to come over and listen to what Zuo Han said to Riester.
Suddenly, Zuo Han stretched out his hand to grab Riester and shouted from behind: "Don't kill me, I won't tell him where he is hiding!"
At the same time, Zuo Han twisted his fingers lightly, and a faint white light flashed.
Two bangs, two gunshots rang out in Riester's ears. The car window shattered, Zuo Han tilted his head and fell on the steering wheel.
Suddenly there were screams from all around, and Liszt struggled to get away from Zuo Han and lay on the ground.
The sudden sound of gunfire made Bob nervous and he quickly leaned over.
What's going on? Is there a gunman? Where is he?
Bob glanced around.
Bang bang bang...
Several more gunshots were fired, and several clouds of dust exploded from the ground in front of Bob and Lister at the same time.
Bob likes to use knives and is good at using knives, but this does not mean that he does not carry a gun.
Seeing that he was being attacked, Bob almost instinctively pulled out his pistol from his trousers and pointed it in the direction of the bullet.
This finger made an eye contact with Lister.
"Okay, you are indeed an accomplice!" Lister didn't care, just drew his gun and shot.
Bob didn't know if the bullet just now was from Lister, nor did he understand how he was exposed. But no matter what, he couldn't wait to be shot. He rolled to the side and feinted twice.
, wiped his head and ran away.
Killing Lister or Charles will both be wanted by the world, but killing Charles is wanted by the FBI, and killing Lister must be jointly wanted by the FBI and CIA! And the intensity of the arrest is definitely no less than that of the old man with a beard in Afghanistan.
How many.
"Stop! FBI!" Lister raised his gun and chased.
The two figures ran wildly, gunfire erupted on the highway, and several cars collided with each other, creating chaos.
Zuo Han opened one eye and took a look. Seeing Lister walking away, he sat up. With a flick of his wrist, the handcuffs came off.
It doesn't take much holy power to simulate gunshots and create gunshot effects.
Zuo Han got out of the car and walked back a short distance. He found old Charles squatting in the bushes under the road.
"I guess they will have to catch up for a while, but we can only walk. We can't go on the state highway anymore, so we'll take the small road." Zuo Han greeted old Charles.
But old Charles didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were dull and filled with endless sadness.
"Are you okay?" Zuo Han was a little worried and stepped forward to touch old Charles' head. This old guy must have been broken just now.
Old Charles looked up at Zuo Han. He sighed and said sadly: "You are right, Paul really wants to kill me."
"Didn't you say you still wanted to test him?" Zuo Han asked, "The killer just now didn't say he was sent by your son."
"The killer's name is Bob, and he has been doing things for my family." Old Charles said bitterly: "But I don't deal with those things much anymore. Paul has been taking care of the shady things recently. Bob and him
……Why……"
Zuo Han patted Old Charles on the shoulder and said nothing.
Charles Sr. started from scratch and built the family business that he has today. It is impossible to say that everything is right and wrong, and it cannot be very clean. But in the end, it is sad enough to be plotted by his own son.
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When Zuo Han and Old Charles were marching toward downtown Boston, while Lister was chasing Bob, a brutal fight was going on in another location.
"Asshole, bastard..."
A strong man over two meters tall stood among the gravel. His muscles were irregularly bulging and twisted. Black tendons were all over his body. His gums were exposed, his face was ferocious, and his scarlet eyes were like wild beasts. Anyone who looked at them would be surprised.
They are zombie-like monsters, not humans.
But now, this monster has fear in his eyes.
On both sides of this monster, there are two of its kind, with the same ferocious appearance and eyes full of fear.
Three cyborgs, all level 4!
The object that frightened the three level 4 cyborgs was actually a girl.
The girl had flowing black hair, a graceful figure, and a pair of enchanting green eyes. At her feet, an equally ugly body was twitching.
The dead Liu Xiaoman, the reborn Sarah, the wandering soul who only lives for hatred.
"You can't escape..." Sarah lowered her head and raised her right hand slightly, emitting a faint mist.
Looking at that slender hand, the three cyborgs seemed to have seen something terrifying, and their eyes became more and more frightened. The cyborg at Sarah's feet struggled even more and let out a desperate cry.
The palm fell slowly and lightly touched the cyborg's chest. A stream of green air visible to the naked eye was rippling around.
The cyborg's wail stopped abruptly, and its strong body shriveled up quickly like a deflated rubber ball. In an instant, it turned into a layer of dry powder. With a gentle breeze, there was no trace of it anymore.
The three biochemical beings standing opposite shivered and took a step back in unison.
A biochemical man shook, howled, turned around and ran away, faster than a car.
But as Sara's body swayed, the biochemical man flew back faster than when he was running. A blood hole appeared in his chest, and a large amount of blood mixed with pus flowed out.
Soon, streams of green energy arose from the wound, and just like the previous biochemical man, the body shriveled up quickly and turned into debris that flew away.
"Why don't you just believe me?" Sara shook her head slightly: "Even if you can run away, I can still track your existence. Makona used her own blood as a mother body to cultivate you. And I...
"
A trace of sadness flashed in Sara's eyes, and she sighed quietly: "And I am her most perfect work. There is a certain resonance between us."
"Then you go directly to the master, always tracking what we do!!" A cyborg trembled.
Sara replied softly: "Resonance can only be sensed within a certain range. After all, I am a human being, not a radar."
Another cyborg roared: "You are not a human! You are a devil, a devil more terrifying than the master!!"
Sara was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "Yes, I am no longer a human being. If you don't want to be killed by me, a devil, just tell me where Makona is."
"We are just following the master's orders. Only Dongha knows where the master is..."
"Dong Ha was in Boston some time ago, and the owner may be there too. We can take you to find him..."
The two cyborgs begged.
"No need, I will go by myself." The green light in Sarah's eyes shone brighter and brighter: "And you will also reflect your own value."
The expressions of the two biochemicals changed, they looked at each other, let out a desperate roar, and rushed towards Sarah.
Sarah's face was expressionless and her body was twisting.
Bang bang sound, green light shining.
The two level 4 biochemical humans fell heavily. In the floating green air, their bodies gradually shriveled up...
How many are there? I can’t remember exactly.
The more people are killed, the more headache Makona will have.
After taking a look at the two corpses that were gradually drying into pieces, Sara looked into the distance.
Boston…
Sister He Ye seems to be there.
But now that I'm like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to see her again. (To be continued...)