Owen walked slowly and leisurely, with nothing unusual at all. There was a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Before leaving, Instructor Morrie gave him the snooping device disguised as a cigarette, but it was obviously not suitable at this time.
, Owen didn’t want others to misunderstand that he was visually impaired at night.
But none of this bothered Owen. The little tricks taught by Instructor Morrie were very useful. There were shops everywhere, and the windows and the rearview mirrors of cars on the roadside provided him with great convenience. He didn’t have to look back to know who was following him.
There were three people in the car, two of whom followed Irving on foot after he parked the car.
Owen walked forward as if nothing had happened, and turned into Duobaoshu Shopping Center. This time was just after get off work, and there were many people in the mall. There seemed to be merchants doing activities in the square on the first floor, and many people gathered around.
With the help of various arrangements in the mall, Owen quickly saw the appearance of the two guys following him. They were Latinos with obvious features, one tall and one short.
In order not to alert others, Owen didn't even glance in their direction the whole time. He seemed to be unaware and took the elevator directly to the second floor. He planned to find a place with few people to catch these two guys and ask them what they were.
people.
One side of the second floor is the IKEA store, which covers a very large area. There are not many customers in the huge exhibition area. It is the ideal place for Owen to get started.
Irving walked towards the furniture area unhurriedly. Not far behind him, two Latin Americans also took the elevator to the second floor and chased after Irving's back.
As the two chased after them, several women's screams suddenly came from the furniture area, and then several customers and salespeople ran out in panic.
Owen had just discovered a few people stranded in the furniture area. In order to avoid accidentally hurting them later, he flashed his pistol. As a result, several people thought Owen was a robber and all ran away.
The two Latin Americans also knew that something must be wrong. They glanced at each other at the door of the furniture area. The shorter one took out a microflush from his arms, and the taller one began to install a silencer on his pistol.
The two of them carefully explored inside. The furniture area was filled with groups of furniture combinations. Sofas, wardrobes, TVs, coffee tables, and various furniture were put together in different layouts. They were well-proportioned and created many blind spots.
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The tall man is in charge of the left side, and the short man is in charge of the right side. The two of them are a few steps apart. The situation is very clear now. Owen has undoubtedly discovered them and is hiding somewhere.
Suddenly, the short man seemed to see someone moving from the side in his peripheral vision. As soon as he turned around, a shuttle swept over him. The full-length mirror on the wardrobe in front made a crackling sound and was broken into pieces.
The tall man was also startled. When he saw it was a mirror, he showed a speechless expression. The short man shrugged and was about to say something to ease the embarrassment. The door of the closet behind him suddenly opened silently, and a grate appeared.
Locke silently pressed on the back of the short Latin American's head.
"Don't move! Do as I say, throw the gun to the ground, slow down..."
As the words fell, the two Latin Americans froze in place as if they had been cast a restraining spell, and then slowly followed Owen's instructions and lowered the gun to the ground.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"
As Owen spoke, he walked around to their side and stretched his foot to kick the gun away. Suddenly someone behind him shouted: "Don't move, LAPD, put down the gun in your hand..."
Owen froze on the spot. The people behind him were obviously policemen, and there were two of them. However, it was obvious that these two people were not called by Carlos. It was probably that the customers who escaped just happened to encounter a patrolling police car nearby. Otherwise, the police would not
Came so quickly.
"I'm CTU agent Steve Irwin, formerly of the West Hollywood Division's Major Crime Division... Don't shoot, I'll show you my ID..."
Owen himself was once a police officer, so he naturally knew how to deal with this situation.
He tried his best to make his movements non-aggressive. He turned around slowly and raised his hands high so that the other party could see his hands. He held the gun in his hand between two fingers and signaled that he would take out his ID and give it to the other party.
This is the jurisdiction of the East Hollywood Police Department. Although Irving used to belong to the West Hollywood branch, most of the people in the two branches know each other, and Irving used to be a celebrity in the police department. He was going to look back and see if he was an acquaintance.
Seeing the policeman's appearance, he turned out to be an acquaintance, and the other party obviously recognized him.
"Why is it you, Owen? I heard you..."
"Da da da da da~~~"
One of the policemen was knocked down just as he was about to speak. Behind him, a guy with curly hair was pointing towards us with an AK, with smoke still coming from the muzzle of the AK.
Curly shot another policeman and knocked him down before he could react. Owen dodged and the two Latinos on the ground took the opportunity to pick up their guns and crawled to hide behind a large closet.
"Idiot, kill him and don't live alive."
Curly Hair said loudly, and then he did not chase Owen immediately. Instead, he looked at a policeman who was still struggling on the ground, smiled evilly, shot him a few more times, and then chased forward with satisfaction.
Owen hid behind a set of bookcases, listening to the footsteps getting closer and changing positions one after another. The Latin American had lost track of him.
Owen stood close to a TV wall, and there was a faint sound of footsteps coming from the side. The sound was only that of one person.
After a while, a hand holding a gun appeared. Owen held up the hand and fired the gun at the opponent's legs.
bang bang two shots
The short man was shot in both legs. He knelt down and jumped forward. The slight thrust in his hand hit the sky. Owen stepped on his gun hand, but instead of rushing to refill his gun, he moved towards the sound of footsteps.
Two shots were fired in the same direction.
As soon as the tall man appeared, he was shot twice in the chest and then shot in the head. Only then did Irving put the gun on the short Latin American's head again.
"Who asked you to kill me?"
Irving can't even sleep well if he doesn't understand this issue. If it's Cruel Angel, it's okay, at least it's a grudge between Cruel Angel and CTU. If it's revenge, then Irving must figure out who the other party is, and no one wants to
I am spied on by a poisonous snake in the dark every day.
"Ah~ah~ah, my legs~~~"
The short Latin American didn't answer Owen's question at all. The pain had made him lose his mind and he just kept wailing.
Bang~~, Owen pulled the trigger. There was another one outside. He didn't have time to wait. The short man's right hand holding the gun was crushed after being stepped on.
The light suddenly dimmed from the side, Owen decisively moved away, and the gunfire sounded again.
Owen hid himself behind the Latin American. He felt the guy in front of him tremble. The gunshots stopped. Owen let go of the body in his hands and dodged to the side.
The gun in Curly's hand fired again, and the bullets chased Owen all the way. The tiles and furnishings were flying everywhere, and the furniture beside him was shattered into pieces.
The person opposite was a ruthless man, he had no scruples when he fired, and he showed no mercy to his dying men just now.
The opponent swept over again, and this time Owen finally saw clearly the gun in Curly's hand. He had recognized it as an AK from the sound before, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he had to admire his awesomeness.
The opponent actually directly removed the handle of the gun, sawed the barrel short, and transformed the entire AK into the size of a microflush. No wonder it could be brought into the mall quietly.