But after waiting for a long time, he saw no one getting out of the car. There was not even a sound in the car, and the surroundings fell into complete silence.
A line of cold sweat slowly slid down from his forehead, leaving traces of marks on his face, which was already messy on the floor of the car and stained with dust.
But he wiped it without any thought, letting the sweat mixed with dust fall from his cheeks to his chest.
He didn't dare to think about what happened in the carriage. Now he just wanted to know what he should do!
Looking at this situation, even though he was unwilling to accept it, he still clearly realized that all the men in the car should be dead. Otherwise, there would be no movement at all. Then, would it be his turn next?
Him?!
Thinking of this, he felt despair in his heart.
At this time, the mysterious figure holding a knife did not appear in front of him again. Even if he wanted to take action, he could not find the target at all!
As for going out, he was too scared to get out of the car at this time. Even if it was just a car body that could be easily penetrated by a long knife, it would give him a faint sense of security.
Sitting in the passenger seat, he held the pistol in his hand tightly and pointed in the direction of the box truck outside the window. His eyes shot back and forth in front of the truck. When he thought about it, the powerful killer should still be in the truck at this time. He wanted to
If you want to come over and attack him, you will definitely reveal your body. When the time comes, he can attack him and maybe kill him!
Just when his eyes were fixed on the position of the truck and he was highly nervous, he suddenly felt a slight shake in the body of the off-road vehicle he was in, as if the center of gravity had shifted slightly.
Witnessing three of his subordinates being killed with long knives, the short and stocky leader who was probably the only survivor in the car only felt a burst of hair on his back, as if there was something behind him.
The hairs all over his back suddenly stood up. He didn't dare to move. He was just stiff, sitting quietly on the passenger seat, but his eyes were involuntarily looking at the rearview mirror in the middle of the windshield.
Go, although he couldn't see the entire back row clearly due to the angle, but in the corner of the rearview mirror, he still saw the familiar face that appeared on the roof of the van just now, smiling meaningfully at him!
"Hey, the weather is nice tonight!"
The relaxed and playful voice, like ordinary people greeting each other, sounded like a devil's greeting to the ears of the stocky leader. He sat there stiffly, not daring to look back, and did not speak.
"Can you tell me who sent you?"
The voice behind him was still gentle.
The stocky leader felt his throat was a little dry and stammered.
"I, I don't know!"
As his voice fell, he felt the breath behind him suddenly become cold.
"Wrong answer!"
When the little boss heard this, his heart tightened, and then a fierce look appeared in his eyes. He twisted his body violently to the left and rear, and at the same time, he quickly raised the pistol in his hand and pointed at the figure sitting in the middle of the back row.
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"Go to hell!"
But when he turned his head completely, his expression was suddenly startled, and he saw a black muzzle pointing directly at his forehead.
"WHAT? Didn't he use two swords?!"
"BYE!"
Before he could understand everything, a dazzling flame suddenly burst out from the black hole of the gun, completely covering his sight. The next moment, boundless darkness completely engulfed him.
"BOSS, this guy doesn't know who hired them."
Wade teleported and appeared behind the off-road vehicle. In front of him, in the originally empty square, Chen Mo and Agent Zero were standing there.
Wade naturally would not easily believe the words of the short and stocky leader, but when he asked just now, he used his telepathy to penetrate the other person's mind, so he knew that the little leader really didn't know the identity of his employer.
He and Agent Zero's mastery of telekinesis is limited to basic telekinesis control, mind control and consciousness reading. They cannot directly read each other's memories like Chen Mo, so they can only ask questions and then read the other's consciousness through
This way you get the information you want to know.
However, it is obvious that the mafia leader who was sent to carry out the attack was only following the orders of his superiors and did not know the real mastermind behind the scenes.
"It doesn't matter, I already know."
Chen Mo glanced at the two cars in front and said in a cold tone.
When he found two cars turning off Highway No. 1 and heading towards the gate of the manor, Jarvis made a report like Chen Mo and quickly found out the mastermind behind the scenes.
"The people who did this are the Italian mafia forces here in Los Angeles, and the employer behind them is Ferrari."
Chen Mo told the two of them the information found by Jarvis.
"BOSS, what should we do next?"
Agent Zero, who was standing next to Chen Mo, suddenly asked, a trace of expectation flashing in his eyes.
Since following Chen Mo to the "main world", they have been practicing gunfighting and herding horses every day. They haven't fought for a long time. The opportunity to deal with these intruders just now was taken away by Wade. Agent Zero
I feel like my knife is almost rusty!
When Wade heard this, he looked at Chen Mo expectantly. The battle just now was not satisfying. The battle was over before he could warm up.
Chen Mo did not answer Agent Zero in a hurry, but walked towards the two cars, and with a wave of his hand, he took the two cars, the bodies inside, and the head rolling on the ground into the space.
Then, Chen Mo turned around and looked at Wade and Wade, with a cold look in his eyes.
"Tomorrow, I don't want the mafia to exist in Los Angeles."
When Wade and Agent Zero heard this, excitement appeared on their faces.
"Yes! BOSS!"
After the two of them finished speaking, their figures disappeared in a flash.
…
On the second floor of a large bar in downtown Los Angeles, several leaders of the local mafia organization were gathering in a luxurious box.
"Damn! Such a good job was snatched away by that dwarf!"
A middle-aged man with stern eyes said, picked up the glass wine glass in front of him, and poured the amber liquid inside into his mouth.
"Who says it's not the case? The boss is too partial!"
"That SHIELD company's luxury car costs at least 5 million each. The boss of this company wants him. How rich my mother is! That kid got rich this time!"
"I have to give the big head to the boss, and he only has a few mouthfuls of soup!"
"Our mother can't even drink soup!"
…
Just as everyone was drinking and complaining, a figure suddenly appeared in the room wearing a black and red combat uniform.