There was a homeless man sleeping at the entrance of the alley, but there was no one else.
Owen ignored the homeless man and opened his backpack and began to check it out.
After dumping all the contents in the backpack on the ground, Owen began to rummage through them one by one.
A piece of paper with several photos and names of him on it. This should be used by the killer to confirm the target. There is also a set of communication equipment. Owen tried it. The equipment requires a special password. He does not have a password, so the equipment is useless to him.
It doesn't make any sense.
The homeless man was awakened by the noise he made. He probably thought Owen was a thief selling stolen goods here, so he came up to him in a cheap manner.
The chance of a homeless person encountering a thief selling stolen goods is not low. Generally, trash cans are the area of influence of homeless people, and thieves also like to sell stolen goods nearby. They take away the previous items in the stolen goods and throw away the rest.
At this time, the homeless people will collect the discarded things again, sell the ones that can be sold, and use the ones that cannot be sold.
Owen rummaged through the bag, and there was nothing useful in the bag. There was no object that represented his identity, and there was no mobile phone. There were some straps and drugs, but these were meaningless to Owen.
Owen threw his things aside and left alone. The homeless people immediately surrounded him.
"Someone attacked me..."
Owen informed the Omega team members of the matter while walking.
"Who is the other party?"
"I don't know. I can only confirm that it is a professional, maybe someone from the syndicate, or maybe someone else."
Irving is now subject to a bounty, so it's not surprising that he will cause some serious trouble.
…
At the same time, at the Berlin Liaison Station, Conklin saw that Falcon had not responded, so he couldn't help but send his contact person Nikki to check the situation.
Nikki took a taxi and arrived, and saw the crowd of onlookers and the police cordon from a distance.
An ominous premonition arose in Nikki's heart.
"What happened over there?"
"I don't know, maybe it was a traffic accident."
The driver answered casually.
Nikki asked the driver to stop the car, paid and got off the car. Seeing that there were some people around, Nikki pretended to be watching the fun and joined in.
After squeezing into the crowd, there was a body lying face down on the ground in the cordon. There was a circle of blood around the body. Even though she could only see part of the face, Nikki recognized that the guy on the ground was the guy who took it from her at the playground last night.
Nighthawk walking equipment.
There were some things falling next to them, but they were all given evidence numbers by the police.
Nikki listened to the discussions of the people around her, but there was no valuable information. She looked up at the fallen balcony, turned and left the scene.
After walking a few dozen meters away, Nikki called Conklin.
"The operation failed, Nighthawk is dead..."
"Damn it, where's Owen?"
"I don't know, I didn't see him at the scene."
Conklin cursed there, and then continued: "You get rid of the body..."
"I can't do it."
Nikki paused: "He fell from the balcony and died in the middle of the road. The police have arrived..."
The information Nikki sent back made Conklin curse inwardly again. The most annoying thing about doing their intelligence work was making things bigger.
"Okay, I understand. I will send someone to deal with this matter. You should leave there immediately."
After giving the explanation, Nikki Conklin turned off the phone and ordered to her men: "Nighthawk is dead, the body was obtained by the police, the operation failed, assess the risk immediately..."
As his order was issued, the liaison office became busy. After a while, Danny Zorn reported: "Nighthawk does not have any identifying characteristics on his body, and he does not know the address here. It will not involve us for the time being."
After listening to the assessment of his subordinates, Conklin was noncommittal. Nighthawk was not involved here, so this liaison office can still be used for the time being. After Conklin thought about it, he continued: "Monitor the police channel from now on, and notify me immediately if you find anything..."
…
At the same time, Irving had finished changing his clothes. He put his coat on backwards and put a baseball cap on his head.
A cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Owen took it out and took a look. It was a copy of Zaid's phone. Someone was calling Zaid. Owen immediately put on his headphones and started eavesdropping.
Passersby saw Irving wearing headphones and walking rhythmically, as if listening to music. No one would have thought that he was eavesdropping on other people's phone calls. The Omega people who were hiding somewhere also picked up their headphones.
Be prepared to eavesdrop.
When the call was connected, Zaid had no idea that his call was being listened to by many people.
"Which one?"
"I have the information you want about Solomon Lane."
"Tell me and we will give you the money after verification. Don't worry about our credibility. Prince Khalid is credibility."
"Well, I met this guy in Turin, Italy..."
"Be specific..."
"No. 13, Evelea Town, Pyrmont District, I hope you can keep your word."
"As long as the news is true, just wait to collect the check."
Zaid hung up the phone and called his staff again to make arrangements.
At the same time, Owen also called the ghost: "I'm going to Ifreya now. You guys go separately and we'll meet there."
After hanging up the phone, Owen looked around to see if there was no one around. He searched around the roadside for a while and then selected a Volkswagen.
The window was broken, the wiring was wired, the alarm was turned off, and then Owen inserted pliers into the keyhole and the engine successfully ignited.
"Hey, what are you doing? That's my car..."
A head popped out of the nearby apartment building, and a man pointed at Irving and the Volkswagen while yelling.
Owen ignored him, turned the steering wheel, and the car drove out of the parking space.
"Damn it, I'm going to call the police..."
Seeing Owen stealing his car, the man upstairs shouted louder. Owen stretched out his hand and waved to him. The car accelerated and disappeared at the intersection in the blink of an eye.
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Berlin, stumbling block project contact point
Everyone at the contact station was busy. The assassination operation failed and the target person, Steve Irwin, disappeared. They must find his whereabouts again.
Conversations between the police and the dispatcher were constantly coming from the amplifier, many of which were about Nighthawk's assassination. The liaison station monitored the police channel, and he was informed of the police's actions in advance.
"Police car p31, please note that a car theft has just occurred on King's Road. The stolen car is a Volkswagen 2000 with license plate number nh4338. The car thief is an adult man wearing a baseball cap and gray jacket. The owner witnessed the whole process of the theft.
Please go and deal with the whole process of the car..."
"p31 understands and is heading there."
A conversation in the amplifier caught Conklin's attention.
Conklin snapped his fingers to get the staff's attention.
"Check this car..."
Danny Zorn directed his men to be very busy. They had already hacked into the local traffic surveillance system, and the cameras everywhere were mobilized. Soon, the video of the stolen vehicle appeared on the screen.
Conklin looked at the video, which showed content captured by multiple cameras from different angles.
"Stop, zoom in..."
Conklin pointed to one of the videos and gave the order, and soon the screen was zoomed in step by step, and then the driver's blurry face appeared on the screen.
Although it was a bit blurry and even though he was wearing a baseball cap, the system still recognized the driver's identity after comparing the features.
It's Steve Irwin.
"Find out for me where he's going?"
New orders were issued and the liaison office was busy again.