Crosshair lowered the baseball cap on his head and covered half of his face with the duck tongue.
If it weren't for the hot weather here, and his tactical scarf covering his mouth would be too conspicuous, he would really want to take out his tactical scarf.
When leaving Som's house, from the sound of gunshots and sirens everywhere, Crosshair knew that the police must have entered the slums. Although they would definitely encounter some obstacles, when the gang members here discovered that they were not coming for their drugs.
When the time comes, we will definitely give way to them.
After all, fighting will kill people, and no one will fight hard without touching their own interests.
Two black policemen were dead, and now it was almost certain that the other party had discovered the bodies of the Som family.
But how many people in the police station are with those gangster policemen?
I can't be sure of the crosshair myself.
The only thing we know now is that Black Sun must be related to this matter.
Crosshair has never been interested in the Black Sun organization. The reason why he fought with them was because he followed Qin Fei, and Qin Fei and Kun Guai were Black Sun's mortal enemies.
It is said that Qin Fei and Kunchai were hunted down from Asia to Africa for the things Kunchai's sister left behind.
For your friends, Crosshair can fight.
What I didn't expect was that the hands of the Black Sun organization were actually so long, reaching as far as Rio de Janeiro in South America.
Only now did he realize what it was like for Kunchai and Qin Fei to be hunted down by others. In a strange city, they were as scared as rats crossing the street.
Based on Zhuixing's experience in the underworld, he knew that once a police officer died, all the police in the city would temporarily put aside their cases, put aside their usual grievances, and pursue him with all their strength until the person was caught.
This is an unspoken rule of the police in almost every country in the world.
Because no one knows whether they will be the next to fall. If they do not stick together, the criminals will unscrupulously kill any police officer who dares to pursue them.
Seeing a taxi coming towards him, Crosshair waved.
The taxi stopped, and without saying a word, Zhixian opened the back door and got in.
"Where are you going, sir!?" the driver asked, speaking Portuguese, looking at the guest in the rearview mirror.
The crosshair was about to tell the address, but somehow, he held back.
This is due to his many years of experience on the streets. Any taxi may have clues that can trace him in the end.
He turned on his phone, called up Google Maps, checked the address Qin Fei gave him, and then selected an address next to it.
"Go to the University of Guanabara and stop at the east entrance."
Walk north from this university and cross a street about a few hundred meters to reach No. 493, 2nd Street, given by Qin Fei, which is the shelter Qin Fei designated for himself.
"No problem!" The driver pushed down the handle on the meter, then stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the University of Guanabara.
Night has fallen, and the streets of Rio de Janeiro are brightly lit. Some girls in sexy and revealing clothes are standing in twos and threes on the street, smoking cigarettes and scanning every passing car. As long as a car stops next to them, these wandering orioles will
They would crowd around, show off their hottest bodies, and seduce the men in the car, hoping to exchange some money from them.
Passionate music comes from the radio. This is the hometown of samba. All music stirs people's nerves like dance, giving people a strong desire to dance.
The driver shook his fat body and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
The music suddenly stopped and a mechanical version of the newscaster's voice came out.
"A shooting incident occurred in the slums near Monte Cristo this afternoon. Two criminal police officers, Adams and Bossan, were found dead in a house. There was another body at the scene, which was identified as the homeowner Kloster.
All three of them suffered multiple fatal gunshot wounds..."
"...According to clues from the police station, a suspicious man is now wanted. He is about 20-35 years old, about 1.72 meters tall, black, with short black curly hair, wearing a baseball cap and tactical clothing...can speak Portuguese
, but with an English accent..."
The fat driver's fingers, which had been tapping slowly to the beat on the steering wheel, stopped.
He raised his head slightly and glanced in the rearview mirror.
Crosshair lowered his head and placed the large backpack on his knees. With the backpack shielded, his hand slowly reached his waist and touched the handle of the pistol.
As long as the driver made any abnormal movement, he would definitely shoot the guy.
The positioning point on the mobile phone slowly changed. Fortunately, the direction was indeed towards the University of Guanabara and did not turn around and drive towards other abnormal locations.
The driver was very nervous, and there were a lot of sweat on his fat body.
As a taxi driver, people in this profession are naturally sensitive.
They sit bored in the car every day, soliciting customers, delivering them to their destination, and then picking up the customers and continuing to the next stop. In this boring life, taxi drivers have learned to find their own fun.
Some of them chatted with the guests, and some of them learned how to analyze the guests' clothes and dress to analyze what type of occupation they belong to, what type of living standards they have, and so on.
Over time, their identification ability is even better than that of some police officers.
Obviously, the customer in the back seat fit the wanted information from the police station that was broadcast on the radio.
Black man, wearing a baseball cap and khaki tactical pants, with a moderate height...
There is also an accent. When the driver asked about the location just now, the crosshair spoke.
After all, Portuguese is not Zhuxing's native language. He learned it from Niu'er. The official language of South Africa is English, so Zhuxing has been speaking English since he was a child, with a slight English accent.
Crosshair's heart felt like a basket of wool had been knocked over and turned into a mess.
Should I get off the bus now, or wait until the driver drops me off at the University of Guanabara?
He glanced out the window. The lights were on everywhere, and occasionally he could see police patrolling the streets. The most terrifying thing was that he actually saw the news being broadcast on the video wall of an electrical appliance store. Behind the host, on the upper right side of the screen,
The corner is a photo of me when I got off the car near the slums!
Farke!
The traffic camera on the street must have filmed myself.
The police have been busy for several hours, and I'm afraid they have already transferred all the surveillance cameras.
They couldn't see where the crosshair left the slum, but they could see where the crosshair came in.
The crosshair kept cursing in his mind, the damn camera had captured him so clearly, and even the MacGyver backpack looked so eye-catching.
SHIT!
He decided to wait and ask the driver to stop when the car reached a remote place, then get out and leave.
Just as the car passed two intersections and entered a street with fewer pedestrians, Zixing said to the driver: "Stop, I want to get off here."
The driver didn't dare to raise his head at all, but asked the crosshair with sweating profusely: "Is it... right here?"
"That's right." After the crosshair said, the fat driver immediately stopped the car on the side of the road.
After giving the fare to the driver, the car suddenly stepped on the accelerator and disappeared at the end of the street.
Looking at the taillight disappearing into the darkness, the crosshair seemed to feel something was wrong.
He looked around and saw a small alley on the opposite side without any lights. He decided to go through there and then find some unlit roads to avoid those damn city probes.
Just as I was crossing the road, a bright headlight suddenly shone from a distance.
The entire street, which was originally slightly dark, turned completely white, and several police cars suddenly flashed their roof lights.
And the most terrible thing is that there are cars coming here from both ends of the road, and the police lights on the roofs of the cars are flashing, and the sirens occasionally sound "woo--".
Oops!
Zhuixing suddenly understood in his heart that the fat driver had sold him out!
Moreover, the police must have been notified long ago!
I was staring at that guy just now, how did he do it!?