Late at night, outside an apartment in London, the street lights were dim and drizzle was pouring. The lights were shining on the wet ground. The street was full of cars. Police cars on night patrol passed by with blue lights flashing from time to time. A man in a trench coat hurriedly faced the wind.
While walking, I came to the roadside, opened the door of a car and got in...
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"Did everything go well?" Alexander asked from the driver's seat. He did not follow him to Portsmouth today, but stayed in London on a mission. He was the one who used a laser pointer to pretend to be a sight outside the hotel, and later followed Thomas to other places.
He is also the one who lives in the apartment.
The person sitting in the car was Liu Ziguang. He changed into a clean windbreaker. The clothes stained with blood and gun smoke had been thrown into the Thames River.
"It didn't go well, the crow died." He said expressionlessly.
Alexander was silent for a moment: "I'm very sad."
"Don't be sad, let's get down to business. Is Mr. Darby still upstairs?" Liu Ziguang took his hand out of his windbreaker pocket and checked the six-round cylinder of the 357-caliber revolver.
"Yes, he hasn't come down yet. He was on the phone by the window an hour ago." Alexander also took out his pistol, checked it, and screwed on the silencer.
The two got out of the car, paid attention to the surrounding situation, and confirmed that there was no danger. Then they went upstairs, went straight to the top floor, came to the rooftop, and then climbed down along the drainage pipe. Thomas's home was on the top floor. From the window sill
Breaking in is the safest way.
It was still raining, and the clothes of both of them were soaked. The exterior wall of the building with mosaics was very smooth. Liu Ziguang landed quietly on the balcony of Thomas' apartment and saw Mr. Thomas in his nightgown.
With his back to himself, he was sitting on the sofa holding a cordless phone and talking to someone.
Alexander also jumped down, and the two of them took out their shoe covers and wrapped them on their leather shoes, then gently pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window.
A gust of cold wind blew in, just as Thomas finished the phone call and was about to get up and close the window, he saw two unfamiliar faces, and the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at his head.
Thomas raised his hand involuntarily. A lot of things happened today. First, he was hired to monitor Bobby's black wound, and then Bobby was kidnapped. All the mafia in London were mobilized, and a massacre unfolded in the wilds of Hampden.
It was a fierce gun battle. It is said that many people were killed, and the Royal Special Air Service Brigade was almost dispatched.
Thomas was frightened by the strong fighting power displayed by the other party. He did not dare to return to his usual place, but took refuge in another house. Unexpectedly, he was still being followed.
"Gentlemen, listen to me, this matter has nothing to do with me." Thomas explained in vain. He knew that these two men were definitely not robbers who robbed homes, because robbers did not know how to wear rubber gloves and shoe covers, let alone use silencers.
weapon pistol.
"Give me a reason not to kill you, Mr. Thomas Darby." Liu Ziguang said and sat down on the sofa. Alexander quickly checked the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen, but found no one else there.
"Let's have a glass of whiskey." Thomas said calmly, picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured two glasses of wine. He was a lawyer and had been exposed to some murder cases. He understood the importance of detecting clues. If these two people
If you must kill yourself, then at least let them leave clues.
Thomas's little thought was immediately seen through by Liu Ziguang, but he still took the wine glass and took a sip and said: "Good wine, Mr. Darby, please have some too."
"No, thank you." Thomas licked his lips and said. He noticed that the other guy looked like a Russian, and his cold expression made him very uneasy.
"There is a special cell in hell for people like you who keep good wine but don't drink it." Liu Ziguang held the wine glass and said appraisingly.
"Okay, I'll drink." Thomas also poured himself a drink and invited the Russian to drink together again, but Alexander still acted as cold as an iceberg and refused to let others go, with the gun never leaving Thomas' head.
"To be honest, Thomas, you don't mind Thomas. I'm here to kill you today, but for the sake of your hospitality, I want to give you a chance. If you tell me everything you know, I will
Letting you live is a fair condition." Liu Ziguang got straight to the point and put forward his request.
Thomas was not Thorpe's direct descendant, but just a like-minded collaborator. He pretended to think for a while and then agreed. He started talking and told everything he knew. Of course, it was mixed with a lot of false news.
, as a lawyer, he understands that half-truths and half-falsehoods are more deceptive.
"Thank you, Thomas." Liu Ziguang closed the MP3 player in his hand, picked up the wine glass he had just drank from, wiped it, and waved to Alexander: "It's your turn."
Alexander stepped forward, lifted Thomas up and pushed him onto the sofa, picked up a cushion and covered his head. Thomas was frightened by his actions and shouted hysterically: "You lied to me, didn't you say you wouldn't kill me?"
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"I'm sorry, I changed my mind." Liu Ziguang nodded, and Alexander pulled the trigger. With a muffled sound, Thomas kicked his legs and stopped moving. The dark red blood gradually soaked the sofa.
After confirming Thomas's death, the two returned along the same route, trying to avoid the ubiquitous cameras along the way, returned downstairs and drove away in the car.
"Where to go?" Alexander was obviously in a much better mood after killing someone.
"At the airport, I booked a ticket to New York in the evening." Liu Ziguang said.
"Go and kill Thorpe, that's great!" Alexander knew that Liu Ziguang had just asked for Thorpe's address in New York. This vigorous and resolute style of doing things made him feel very happy.
"Yes, this person must be dealt with, otherwise we will have a lot of trouble. Stop for a moment." Liu Ziguang replied.
Alexander stopped at the Chelsea River Embankment. Liu Ziguang picked up two pistols wrapped with black plastic tape and threw them into the Thames River from a distance.
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Liu Ziguang held a Hong Kong passport with a US visa on it, and Alexander held a Swedish passport. The two pretended not to know each other and passed through the security inspection gate one after another. Although it was an ocean crossing from London to New York
Although the flight is an extremely popular route, many business people often fly this route, so the fact that the two of them did not carry any luggage did not attract anyone's attention.
After boarding the plane smoothly, the two of them found their seats and sat down. After an eight-hour flight, they finally arrived at Newark Airport. There are three airports in New York. The famous JFK International Airport is located in Queens, LaGuardia Airport is a domestic airport, and
Newark Airport is located in New Jersey, 25 kilometers away from Manhattan.
It was already bright when we landed, and the passengers adjusted their watches. As the bustling crowd passed through the security check, Liu Ziguang and Alexander still pretended to be strangers and passed through customs separately. They did not carry any contraband and their passports were legal.
, and I am not from an unstable area in the Middle East, so I cleared customs and exited the station smoothly.
Since Thorpe lived in Long Island, they could only take a taxi to their destination. The two of them ordered a yellow Cadillac taxi with New York characteristics and drove to the center of Long Island. Along the way, the driver chattered endlessly to introduce the great things to the guests.
In the United States, they listened with great interest and asked about some interesting content from time to time.
After being introduced by the taxi driver, they settled in a small Jewish-run hotel in Brooklyn. The price here is relatively high, but the advantage is that it does not require passport registration. Illegal immigrants from Eastern Europe and South Asia like to live here.
The faded wallpaper, the small room, the occasional sirens outside, and the charming women walking up and down the corridor with men in their arms all made Liu Ziguang and Alexander speechless.
This is New York, this is America.
The first thing to do is to scout the terrain and buy a gun. According to Thomas' confession, Thorpe lives in Brooklyn and will stay in New York recently. Buying a gun is really a simple matter in New York.
When people walk into a gun store, they see all kinds of firearms on the counter, on the shelves, and on the walls, including automatic pistols, revolvers, bullets of various calibers, and propellants, cartridge cases, and primers for customers to load by themselves.
They are all for sale, but the most popular and cheapest ones are various long guns.
In the United States, buying long guns is cheaper and more convenient than buying pistols, because those who buy long guns are often hunters, shooting sports enthusiasts, and good people living in the suburbs. They simply love guns and shooting, while those who buy pistols are
Everyone is different, there are good people who want to defend themselves, and there are bad guys who have evil intentions.
Of course, you can't buy fully automatic weapons in gun stores, and firearms with excessive magazine capacity are also restricted. If you want to buy such a big killer, you have to go to a specialized black market.
There were no customers in the gun shop. The boss was sitting on the couch behind the counter, smoking a pipe and reading the newspaper. When he noticed an Asian man walking into the shop, he didn't even look up. East Asian countries tend to have strict gun control.
, many people have never touched a gun in their lives. After finally coming to the United States, they always want to go to a gun store and take a few photos.
Liu Ziguang was very good at hiding his aura, but Alexander's unscrupulous domineering spirit overflowed. As soon as he came in, he attracted the boss's attention. He quickly put down the newspaper and stood up to greet him because he smelled a strong aura from Alexander.
Gangster spirit, the Russian gangsters in this area all have this kind of atmosphere.
The boss diligently introduced various pistols to them, focusing on the compact Colt m1911 government version pistol and gl9 automatic pistol. Colt's four- and five-caliber bullets are so lethal that they can be shot even if they are wearing body armor.
Congratulations, as for gl, no reason is needed, everyone loves it.
Seeing that the two were unmoved, the boss quickly picked up another exquisite pistol and said: "Swiss Sig P226, with first-class workmanship and reasonable price. Recently, bosses in several nearby districts use it."
But the two foreigners remained expressionless. The Asian man walked to the corner of the counter, pointed at the gray paper box inside and said, "How do you sell this?"
The boss knew that it was an M1911 knock-off pistol imported from China. The brand was not very loud and the workmanship was average. The only advantage was that it could use mainstream American four- to five-inch caliber bullets, and the price was extremely low.
"Oh sir, you really know the goods. This is a weapon from far away China. Beifang brand. Have you heard of it?" The boss took out the inconspicuous paper box and put it on the counter, and then took out a box of ammunition and said: "
One hundred and ninety-nine dollars, the accessories are two magazines, and a box of ammunition is also included."
"Okay, two, and buy four more magazines and two more boxes of ammunition." Liu Ziguang took out his wallet, took out a stack of U.S. dollars and threw it over. The boss's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw there was a lot of cash in it.
It can be concluded that these two people are not policemen, nor are they ordinary gangsters. This can be seen from their accents and dressing up. The choice to buy the cheapest but powerful pistol can only show that they intend to
They threw away their pistols after doing the job, and with a large amount of cash on them, the identity of the two people was almost obvious. They were semi-professional killers who had just received an advance payment and came to buy work supplies. "Sir, are you still here?"
Do you need anything else? I have some great products here that I believe you will be interested in." The boss said with a wink.
"Yes, I'm very interested." Liu Ziguang replied.
The boss picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the rolling shutter door slowly lowered. He pushed the shelves open to reveal a strange cave inside. Rows of submachine guns and automatic rifles were hung on the wall. They were all fully automatic firearms that were prohibited from sale by law.
"There is no serial number, no file, and no sales record at all. Of course, the price is a bit expensive, and you have to pay in cash, but it is well worth the money. Do you agree with me, gentlemen?" the boss said smugly.
"Very good, I want that." Alexander, who had been silent, pointed to the m249 in the corner and said.