Owen suddenly sat up from the bed, his body already dripping with sweat.
In the past two days, he always dreamed about the scene where Sandman and the others were killed. Sheffield, wearing a camouflage uniform and a beret, walked out of the Osprey lift, and then suddenly took out his Colt Python and shined a light on Sandman.
and Hanshuang were shot in the chest.
Then, members of the shadow force wearing the Q of Spades armband took the two bodies away, doused them with gasoline, and finally turned them into flames.
Owen gasped for air, and a soft body came close to him: "My dear, you have another nightmare..."
Monica thoughtfully poured a glass of water for Owen while holding her big belly. It was cold in his mouth, and the feeling of heart palpitations gradually disappeared.
"Sorry, I disturbed you again..."
Owen caressed his wife's face. Monica shook her head slightly, her eyes full of distress. She wiped the sweat from Owen's forehead with a handkerchief: "I'm fine, I just see you like this..."
Owen pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth and comforted: "Don't worry, everything will be fine. You go to sleep first, I will go to the window to blow in the wind..."
Owen got up and walked out of the bedroom, standing in front of the living room window and looking at the moon in the night sky outside.
This is already the tenth day since Sandman and the others sacrificed their lives, and it is also the tenth day since the demise of the name Team Alloy.
The Alloy Team disappeared, as if it had never existed in this world without causing any disturbance.
Owen wanted to avenge them, but Sheffield's whereabouts were a mystery. The guy had been hiding since he publicly betrayed the United States, and no one knew where he was hiding.
Various intelligence agencies in the United States are operating at full capacity. CIA and NSA are all mobilizing all their capabilities to try to find out Sheffield's whereabouts. Intelligence agencies in other countries are no exception, including British MI6, Israel's Mossad, and the German Federal Intelligence Service.
, the French External Security Service, Sheffield and his black box have become the targets of everyone...
The underground world in Europe, America, South America, and East Asia is stirring, like water dripping into boiling oil. All forces are working hard to find any clues about Sheffield. Any bit of news means that
Green dollar bills.
Owen knew that the chances of him being able to take revenge personally were slim. His intelligence channels were limited, and there were many people on the dark web who offered higher prices than him, not to mention those powerful national intelligence agencies.
Monica came to the United States three days ago, and they are currently living in the house Irving rented in San Francisco.
Her due date is coming soon, and now other things can be put on the back burner, with Monica giving birth to the baby at the top of the list.
The day before yesterday, Irving took Monica to the Mayo Medical Center for a check-up. The attending doctor said that Monica was in good condition. The pregnant woman was healthy and well-nourished, and the baby in her belly was in good condition.
The night breeze blew for a while, and Owen's thoughts calmed down. Seeing that the light in the bedroom was out, Owen walked out of the door quietly. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply went for a run to ensure that he was in the best condition at all times.
His instinct is to exercise if he has a little time to ensure that his physical condition does not decline.
At four o'clock, San Francisco is still in darkness, with only dim street lights bringing light.
The house Irving rented was in a middle-class neighborhood, and the surrounding security was pretty good, but you could still occasionally see homeless people huddled on the side of the road.
After running for about an hour, the sky became brighter and there were more pedestrians on the street.
Already we can see runners in twos and threes, as well as those who deliver newspapers, drive road cleaning trucks and other early-morning businesses.
After running a long circle around his fixed route, about three kilometers, Owen stopped and started walking slowly.
There is a breakfast shop not far ahead. Their coffee and sandwiches are good. Many people come here to buy breakfast. Owen walks here every morning after running and buys a breakfast. Since Monica arrived,
, it became like buying two servings every day.
After lining up, paying, and picking up the food, Owen took the paper bag with the food and went out. As soon as he went out, he saw a homeless man sitting on the ground setting up a stall.
"Hi, Wendy..."
"Hey Steve, here's your newspaper..."
Owen familiarly greeted a female homeless man next to the breakfast shop, and the female homeless woman handed Owen a newspaper.
Although this guy is a tramp, he is not particularly lazy. At least she knows how to sell newspapers in front of the breakfast shop. People who come to buy breakfast usually buy one. Owen also knows her this way.
"The New York Times..."
Wendy stuffed the newspaper into Owen's arm and took the change she had prepared from him.
Owen returned to his rental house, took the key to open the door, and entered the house.
Putting breakfast on the dining table, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, just in time to meet Monica's newly opened eyes. Monica stretched lazily, with a hint of curvature at the corner of her mouth: "With you
It’s so nice to be here~”
Owen leaned over and gave her a kiss, then patted her butt and said, "Okay, honey, get up quickly. We have an appointment to go to Feilong's house today..."
"Of course, I also want to meet the good neighbor in your mouth, but, dear, you have to carry me to the bathroom..."
…
An hour later, the two were already sitting on the highway heading to Los Angeles. Owen was driving and talking on the phone, while Monica opened the passenger window slightly and enjoyed the morning breeze.
"Hi, Owen..."
"Hey Jack, any progress?"
Owen called Jack, and they talked on the phone once a day. Owen's current intelligence channels were limited and he could only rely on these friends within the system.
"There is no progress. There is a lot of news, but it is basically all false..."
Jack Bauer on the other end of the phone shook his head. Everyone was inquiring about Sheffield's news, which made his news very valuable. Of course, if it was valuable, some people would take the risk.
Some guys who are not afraid of death will fabricate some fake news to make some pocket money, but as you can imagine, their end is usually very miserable. Those intelligence dealers, gangsters, and guys from national intelligence agencies are not good men and women. Almost every day there are people
Because this world has disappeared, but there are still endless people who dare to do this.
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Los Angeles, Purplewood Road Community
It was almost noon when Owen and the others arrived, just in time to miss lunch.
The car stopped on the roadside of Fei Long's house, and Owen and Monica got out of the car.
As soon as Monica got out of the car, she noticed the ruins next to her. She covered her mouth in shock, then turned to look at Owen: "Did you really destroy your home?"
Even though Owen had told her before, it was still different to see it with her own eyes.
Owen shrugged. He had already received the compensation from the insurance company, but he was not ready to renovate this place. The social committee had contacted him many times about this. This land still belonged to their family. If he didn't repair it, this ruin would be destroyed.
It will always stand there, which may affect the overall price of the community. Irving is currently looking for a buyer to sell that land.