At Manila International Airport, the latest flight landed, and after a while, passengers came out of the exit and took taxis to leave.
When everyone was about to leave, Jenny Fox walked out of the station wearing sunglasses. He looked around. Soon a taxi drove over. Jenny got in the car. After giving an address, the car slowed down.
Leave slowly.
The driver kept recommending various tourist resources in Manila along the way, but Jenny was not in the mood to listen. She came here ostensibly to travel, but in fact she came to perform a mission at the Continental Hotel - to assassinate a Filipino.
A big shot.
The driver gradually shut up when he saw that the recommendation for a long time had no effect. The car quickly arrived at the place. This was a hotel that Jenny had booked in advance.
After paying and getting off the bus, Jenny stood on the roadside with her small suitcase. There was a newsstand next to her, and the boss was shouting out the latest news in English.
Jenny was about to leave, but suddenly heard the boss's shout and turned back.
The first row of newspapers almost all contained the same news - a terrorist attack occurred in a kindergarten, and the U.S. ambassador was unfortunately killed!
The Philippines has been a Spanish colony for a long time, but the common languages here are Tagalog and English. Of course, there are also English newspapers. Jenny picked up an English newspaper and paid for it, dragging the box towards it while reading.
hotel.
"Angelina Jolie..."
Jenny reported the fake name and passport she was using for this trip at the front desk, and the front desk immediately checked her in.
When she came to the room and threw her luggage aside, Jenny sat on the sofa and read the newspaper in her hand carefully.
“It’s really bad~~~”
Jenny couldn't help lamenting her bad luck. The U.S. ambassador to the Philippines had just been killed in a terrorist attack, but she chose this time to assassinate that big shot. It didn't take much to know that the other party's security level must have been improved.
Originally, the Philippines is an Asian country, and my European appearance has a natural disadvantage here. Now that something like this has happened, the difficulty of the task has increased for no reason. It seems that the revenge offered by the Continental Hotel is not so attractive.
Throwing the newspaper aside, Jenny lay on the bed with her eyes closed to relax, when the cell phone next to her suddenly beeped twice.
Jenny opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and clicked on the newly received text message. Inside was an address and a string of numbers. This is the advantage of taking orders on a killer platform like Continental Hotel. It has a strong enough relationship network to give
The killer provides support, ranging from intelligence on the target to weapons and equipment. Of course, it is also valuable, unless a top killer like her cannot afford it.
If the order is obtained from other small platforms or brokers, the killer often needs to find a way to transport the weapon himself, or simply find it on the local black market.
After a simple wash, Jenny went out and took a taxi and went straight to the address on the text message. When she got there, she paid and got off the car. Jenny walked along the road and soon found the license plate number on the text message on the side of the road.
Stopping and pretending to touch up her makeup, Jenny used the makeup mirror to observe the situation behind her. After confirming that it was normal, she quickly walked to the car.
The car was an ordinary Peugeot family car that looked to be old. Jenny walked to the car and naturally pulled up the trunk. There was a box inside. After looking around, Jenny opened the box and took a look. There were pistols and grenades.
, the spare magazines are indeed those on my order.
After closing the trunk, Jenny got into the car, flipped down the sun visor and looked for it, and soon found the car key. After a while, the car started, the wheels turned and hit the road, disappearing at the intersection in the blink of an eye.
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At one point, Owen and Nicky walked into a coffee shop. There were many foreigners from the Philippines, and there were several in this coffee shop. They didn't look out of place standing here.
Owen nodded, and the two of them found a small round table in the corner to sit down. Although the environment here was a bit noisy, it was also more secluded. Owen ordered two cups of coffee, and then Nicky took out the computer from his bag and started operating it.
.
"Let me think about it, what should I do?"
Nikki muttered while tapping her fingers quickly on the keyboard. She sent out instructions one after another, and interfaces appeared on the screen one after another.
"Found it."
After a while, Nicky next to her excitedly waved her little fists. Her small face and big eyes made her look cute and adorable.
"Look, this is the movement trajectory of the killer's car in the past few days. I think we should be able to tell something from this..."
Nicky pointed at the track on the electronic map on the screen and said. Owen zoomed in and found that the other party had appeared in one place many times in the past few days. Obviously, that place was either their stronghold or had special meaning to them.
"Well done, how did you do it?"
"It's very simple. I initially looked up this guy's personal information, but it was very limited. The camera coverage in the Philippines is really low, and I basically didn't find any useful clues.
Then I checked his car instead. The car was stolen, but it was bought with a mortgage. As you know, mortgaged cars usually have GPS positioning devices. I checked it in the seller's CRM system through the license plate number.
GPS identification code, and then hacked into the GPS website to get his movement track. Isn’t that very smart? Please praise me..."
"You are the strongest..."
Owen stood up, picked up his coat and walked outside, "Send me the address. Also, I need your support. Help me look outside..."
Owen left the cafe and got into his car, heading towards the address sent by Sha Baitian. The car was a vehicle equipped by the safe house, so it was convenient for them to use.
In the cafe, Nicky put on a wireless headset on his right ear and began to monitor the police channel. At the same time, he logged into the National Security Bureau's system and retrieved satellite permissions. Soon, a bird's-eye view appeared on the screen.
Nicky made some operations, and the two baskets covered the car Irving was driving and the destination of his trip.
"Everything's fine, Owen."
Nicky said softly.
"Understood, please be careful."
Just as Owen was rushing to the target point, in another corner of the cafe, a local man from Manila was secretly looking at Nikki.
Jericho Rosales is a playboy who returned from studying abroad. After seeing the magic of the Ocean Horse, he is already a little unaccustomed to the local girls, so his favorite thing to do every day is to hang out in various places frequented by foreigners.
nightclubs and cafes, and go on their own journey of hunting for beauty.
These ocean horses have an open mind and don't mind having sex with strange men. In addition, he is partly of foreign descent and taller than the average Asian, so he can get it every time.
At this time, he stared at Nikki sitting in the corner. Seeing her male companion leaving, Jericho Rosales felt that his opportunity had come, and straightened up his appearance a little, putting on a pair of intoxicated clothes.
With a smile on his face, Jericho Rosales walked towards Nicky.