At night, the brightly lit JFK International Airport.
All kinds of vehicles crowded through, carrying all kinds of luggage, with people of all colors and nationalities coming in and out. From time to time, passenger planes took off or landed, carrying countless lives and this prosperous and noisy place.
The intersection of metropolitan areas, as one of the largest airports in the world, JFK International Airport never seems deserted. Any day or moment, it carries this amazing sense of order and rules established by humans.
of vitality.
The hall was filled with hustle and bustle. People were entering, leaving, and waiting. The flight schedule and time of each plane were scrolling on the big screen. Standard English prompts continued to flow from the radio and entered the noisy hall. Hou
At the edge of the airport hall, a group of people were seeing off. The ones being sent off were two Orientals in black suits. Judging from their expressions and occasional formal bows, we can know that these two people should be Japanese.
"Thank you for your kindness in coming here this time. Please take me to convey my gratitude to Mr. Castro again..."
"Mr. Watanabe, you're welcome. Mr. Castro also asked me to tell you that this time we can't let you two leave with Miss Zhang as originally planned. I'm really sorry. I hope you two understand. We take this very seriously."
As for the operation, Mr. Zhuang Amir, who was originally performing another task, has been recalled immediately. Regarding Jian Suyan's matter, we will give the headquarters a perfect explanation. Please trust our ability."
"I think your previous achievements are enough to prove this. I will convey Mr. Castro's words to Mr. Gomori."
The Japanese are too polite, so they bowed here, and one of the Americans also bowed, and they chatted for a while. It was almost time to board the plane, and they were sent to the boarding gate and several people saw them off.
The Americans breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other.
"I really hate Japanese people who have no sense of humor..."
"I'm starting to have a good impression of the French..."
"Why don't they all kneel down and salute...Arigado, you are wearing plain clothes..."
After the guests were put on the plane, the matter was done. A few people joked and prepared to leave separately. Inside the airport, two Japanese people passed the passport control. Before they had gone far, they were already arrested by an airport employee.
The guard stopped.
"I'm sorry. Gentlemen, please come over here, because I'm afraid there is something wrong with your passports. I would like to ask you to go over and confirm. Please follow me."
"Is there a problem?" The two looked at each other, and their hearts suddenly became wary. Although they were affiliated with Pei Luojia's Japanese department, they were not killers in terms of staff. They were more similar to people doing internal administrative work. Relatively speaking, they
They are clean and have no dirty background. This time they came here. Although Pei Luojia arranged for them to have fake passports, they came through a regular Japanese government department. There should not be any problems. This accident came too unexpectedly.
Already.
Seeing that the two refused to leave, the guard didn't look too angry. He nodded: "It's not a big problem, just come and confirm. Don't worry, it won't delay you two for too long."
The security in the airport was quite tight. The two of them looked around subconsciously. They vaguely felt that some suspicious people were following them nearby, but it was difficult to confirm for a moment. They followed the guard all the way over and the two of them exchanged opinions with their eyes.
In the midst of the dilemma, a soft sound suddenly sounded from behind. When the two of them turned around, they saw a tall American in the crowd with a bloody hole in his head from a bullet. There was silence among the crowd for a second, followed by a woman.
"Ah——" screamed, and hysterical calls for help rang out from the crowd like an explosion, and the panicked crowd fled in all directions.
The next moment, with the slight sound of gunshots mixed in the chaos, a blood hole suddenly appeared on the forehead of the airport guard behind the two. Blood and brain matter spurted out more than a meter away, and a piece of glass on the edge of the passage banged.
It split into countless spider webs.
At this point, the person who could do such a thing in the airport was naturally the killer of Pei Luojia who discovered something was wrong and came to rescue them. He blended in with the panicked crowd and ran towards the boarding gate. In a moment, another person fell down in the crowd.
The difference between these two people and the previous two was that these people had already had time to draw their pistols, but they still could not escape the fate of being shot. The man fired accurately and concealed himself skillfully. He blended in with the people running away at this time, and for a moment he was shot.
No one can discover his specific location.
After running out of the boarding gate, I heard a bang of gunshots not far from the side of the hall. Suddenly, the entire waiting hall exploded. In the chaotic crowd, I could still distinguish many people ambushing around.
towards
At the scene of their arrival, at this moment, a killer who had just seen them off ran over: "Follow me, someone will distract them, and we are being targeted by the FBI!"
The roaring gunfire attracted most of the attention of the plainclothes agents. Various people were running in all directions amidst the screams, making it impossible for them to accurately capture the target. Occasionally, someone was injured by a stray bullet.
fell down, which made the whole scene even more chaotic and frightening. The two Japanese took off their coats while running, messed up their hair, and threw away the suitcase in their hands - there was nothing important in it. Pei Luojia's internal plan,
Of course, it was impossible to fly around in the sky in the form of documents - the three of them fled to the side door of the airport, and while they were leaving the airport in the chaos, the two Japanese people also roughly knew what happened.
"Your information has been leaked to the FBI. Where did it leak out? Zhuang found out about this because he found a line at the airport. We have to leave as soon as possible... Don't worry, those idiots from the FBI will be eliminated~.
No, no problem..."
At this time, due to the gun battle at the airport, the entire airport area was in chaos. Cars drove away quickly one after another. Many people ran across the street with their luggage. There were not many people where the three came out.
, however, several taxis had already driven away. The killer running in front ran towards the nearest car, raised his pistol with a silencer, and shouted: "Get down!"
Since the distance was still quite far, the fat man who was getting into the car dodged and closed the car door in fear. The car started wildly and roared out in the blink of an eye. The killer did not fire after all. Seeing the crowd, he put the pistol back in his arms.
, his movements were always inconspicuous, and no one noticed him. He ran to the side of the road and cursed bitterly: "Fuck!" Then, there was only a loud bang, and the car that had just driven out crazily was heard.
He drove in the wrong direction and collided directly with another large truck.
Seeing that there were many people here, a taxi that had just arrived turned around and stopped about two meters away from the three of them. The three of them ran over, and the killer opened the front door and stepped into the passenger seat.
Two Japanese got into the back seat. At this time, they saw a fat woman who had just escaped from the airport more than ten meters away waving her hands: "Wait, wait, let me go with you, take me with you, thank you."
…”
"What happened at the airport? What happened?"
Amidst the shouts of the fat woman, the taxi looked curiously towards the airport. The killer in the passenger seat was watching to see if anyone from the FBI was chasing him. He waved his hand and said, "I don't know what happened at the airport, but
I know today is your lucky day... drive!"
"Okay." He didn't take the driver seriously. The killer's eyes were still looking at the airport hall on the other side. However, as the driver's voice came out, the next moment, he only felt that the arm holding the gun was violently kicked.
Pull, the whole body rushed towards the driver's seat, and subconsciously pulled the trigger. The bullet left the pistol with a silencer and opened a hole in the window next to the driver's seat. He turned around suddenly and could see in a hurry.
What was seen was only half of the face of the man wearing a sun hat, and the dazzling light reflected from the long machete suddenly pulled out from under the seat. The sharp blade slashed mercilessly towards his arm.
"...Today is indeed my lucky day."
"ah--"
The screams were confined in the car. On the side of the road, the fat woman who was sprinting over finally approached the taxi and slapped the door with her hand: "Please let me in, please let me in, please..." Suddenly
, her hands slapping the window paused in the air, a look of extreme horror appeared in her eyes, she took two steps back, fell to the ground, and opened her mouth.
"Uh...ah——"
Amid the woman's scream, people from far and near looked over. The taxi parked on the roadside was shaking wildly and making a banging sound. Since it was night, it was hard to see from a little distance.
Clear what happened in the car window, but the fat woman nearby could clearly see that in the closed car, the man holding a machete was hacking at the other three people. Japan
The man's painfully twisted face was printed on the car window, and he kept beating the door. Blood was splashed everywhere in the car, on the twisted face and on the transparent window. Looking in from the outside,