Generally speaking, the atmosphere of the tour group's itinerary is relaxed. When going out to play, having fun is the most important thing. However, a certain passenger on the other side was not so relaxed...
"Here's a handful of bananas and an orange. Thank you."
On the same morning, with the same gloomy and bleak weather, Tang Chao, holding his cell phone that he had just hung up, glanced at the fruit shelf with not many choices in front of him. Without thinking, he raised his hand and pointed at two at random.
This is breakfast, and if nothing else happens, it will also be lunch.
Well, some things can’t be too particular when running away. Of course, this is also related to the fact that most of the shops on the streets are closed when you drive into the small town. They are no better than the 24-hour convenience stores, fast food restaurants, etc. that can be seen everywhere in France. In France, this business operation model
It is still questioned by people from all walks of life and is quite controversial.
Especially on weekends, in a country where strikes and demonstrations are commonplace, people are always full of passion for safeguarding their rights. It is basically non-existent to stick to their posts and continue working on weekends or holidays.
Unfortunately, today is the weekend.
Of course, not everything is like this. After all, in modern society, there is a foreign-funded comprehensive supermarket still open for business on the corner a hundred meters away, but Tang Dynasty did not go there. As for the reason, that is another matter...
The boss was weighing and packing. Tang Chao stood behind the glass display window of the shop and looked at the street scene outside. There were not many pedestrians. Anyway, there were not as many cars running back and forth on the road. Most of them were hunkering down and walking in a hurry, brushing shoulders with each other, not to mention the basics.
There was very little communication or even eye contact. The weather was really too cold, so the few domestic dogs that occasionally ran by seemed energetic and were walking their owners happily...
Everything seemed normal, nothing unusual could be seen. But when he looked away, Tang Chao sighed imperceptibly, looking somewhat helpless.
The ghost lingers...
This was an expected situation. After all, he had bad intentions, and he had made several attacks in the past two days. It was natural for him to be targeted and even get revenge. To a certain extent, this was what he wanted to see.
situation.
But the crux of the problem now is that those who want to lock his position are not members of the Pacino family, but a group of killers who are restless after smelling the fishy smell through various channels... Otherwise, it is said that colleagues are the easiest to make enemies, and we have to admit it.
In terms of tracking, the killer does have an extremely keen sense of smell. Even though the Tang Dynasty has traveled more than a hundred kilometers in one night, there is still a faint sense of crisis hanging on his back.
If you think about it, you can understand that a commission of three million US dollars does have the magic power to make people come back again and again! But then again - it's not particular!
The current situation is beyond the Tang Dynasty's original imagination. When he came, he had thought about the risks of this trip, and also thought about the various revenge and counterattacks of the Pacino family. The profound heritage that has been deeply rooted in the European and American underground world for more than a hundred years is not a decoration. The family
With elite gunmen, a team of mercenaries under his control, and the world's top killers such as cannibal bulls, etc., Pacino's power cannot be underestimated, but now at the forefront is a group of killers who value commission... Strength
It’s so mixed!
Is this looking down on others? Or does it feel like the current situation is still under control?
For a time, the Tang Dynasty was a little confused, and even began to reflect on whether it was because of the comfortable environment in the country in recent years that its ability to do things had declined?
Shaking his head, after paying the money, he walked out of the store carrying the fruit paper bag. The wind howled, and the biting coldness hit him like a knife. He subconsciously tightened his collar. Tang Chao raised his head and looked at the sky. There was no trace of color in his field of vision.
Frowning slightly, the weather forecast is that a severe snowstorm will not arrive until tomorrow. Is it starting to brew now?
Returning the same way, walking through half a deserted street, and just turning into the fork in the alley, Tang Chao couldn't help but hesitate. More than ten steps away, a patrolman wearing a narrow-brimmed hat and fluorescent uniform stood with his back hunched over.
Next to an old Chevrolet car, he was looking at the interior through the car window. Not far away, at the other end of the alley, there was a ragged homeless man rummaging through the trash can.
When he looked at it, the patrolman had already straightened up, and then took out the ticket book. "Uh, wait!" Tang Chao walked over with a grin. The Chevrolet was naturally the car he drove over. When the former heard the sound and turned around, it turned out to be...
A young female traffic police officer, she looks quite pretty, but her facial features are meticulous.
"Is this your car?" The young female patrol officer raised her hand and saluted. She said with a straight face, "Sir, you are not allowed to park here!"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't pay attention. I'll drive it away now."
Tang Chao apologized and spread his hands to discuss, but the female patrol officer shook her head. Perhaps she had heard too many excuses like this, and her tone remained unchanged: "Please show me your driving license."
"Uh, don't be like this, I really just stopped for a short time..."
"Sir! Please cooperate with my work and show your driving book!"
This meant there was no need to discuss it. Looking at those beautiful blue eyes that clearly showed a bit of sternness, Tang Chao pinched his nose and shrugged: "Okay, wait a minute, I'm driving in the car."
As she spoke, she walked around the female patrol officer and opened the car door. As she leaned down, the corners of her mouth rose excitedly from an angle that could not be seen from behind. Then her expression suddenly became sharp. She drooped her arms and lifted up the hem of her uniform. She touched the holster of her gun and raised her hand.
The technical movements, which were obviously refined over time, were completed in one go in the blink of an eye, and he shouted: "Don't move! You are under arrest..."
Just from this continuous vibrato, you can hear some complex changes in emotions. In fact, the female patrol officer's facial expression is even more exciting, her beautiful blue eyes staring at the banana-shaped gun in her hand... Well, okay,
No matter how you look at it, it’s actually a banana!
Who knows what caused the package change? Of course, none of this matters now. Maybe it was because the action of drawing the gun just now was too decisive and handsome, or because the psychological reaction was too intense, etc. The strength of the palm was too strong, which eventually caused the first half of the banana to peel.
It cracked with a "squeak" sound. It must be said that the female patrolman's reaction was quite fast. She subconsciously raised her hand to grab it, but she actually caught it... Then, holding half a banana in one hand, her index finger was hooked to maintain a shooting posture.
Holding the sticky half of the pulp in one hand, he lowered his head to look at the empty holster at his waist. Mumu was stunned on the spot!
The alley was quiet, and the cold wind blew past.
Immediately, a faint voice sounded, "Are you looking for this?" The female patrolman raised her head blankly, the black hole was pointed with the muzzle of the gun, the edge of the cold metal glowed with a heart-stopping luster of death, and murderous intent came instantly. All this happened too fast and again
It was so sudden that she couldn't come back to her senses. She was in a dream, staring at her thumb slowly turning the safety switch, and her index finger lightly pulling the trigger.
Bang - Bang -
The gunfire rang out and echoed in the alleyway. Fortunately, the street outside was really deserted, so it did not have any impact for a while. The female patrol officer closed her eyes subconsciously, and then couldn't help opening her eyes and turning her head, but the black hole of the gun suddenly moved at the last moment.
Open it, pointing to the other end of the alley without any warning... Staring at the innocent homeless man who fell down beside the trash can without saying a word, he opened his mouth, then turned his head suddenly,
"you--"
The angry voice suddenly stopped, and the still-warm muzzle of the gun turned around and pointed again. "Hush", raising the gun in one hand and raising the index finger to his mouth with the other hand, Tang Chao backed up and sat in the car, with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling: "
The so-called meeting is fate, I will give you a share of the credit, no need to thank me."
While speaking calmly, Tang Chao unloaded the magazine and ejected the remaining bullets one by one, clinking on the ground. The female patrolman's pretty face was ashen, but she still did not dare to move. The automatic pistol was in the activated state.
Automatic loading means that even if the magazine is removed, there is still a bullet in the chamber.
But the next moment, there was a click, and the barrel, spring, and the last bullet were thrown out. The female patrol officer was stunned when she saw this. Before she could understand, the remaining half of the gun was thrown at her, and she subconsciously threw away the half banana and raised her hand to catch it.
live,
"Go home, and don't play around with pistols if you have nothing to do next."
The voice is gentle, and it even sounds like a warning, just like... just like an adult stroking a child's head, doting on him and telling him to be good and obedient, and he will take you to the supermarket to buy sweets tomorrow...
The willow eyebrows stand on end!
As if she had suffered great humiliation, the female patrol officer's face instantly turned red. She looked at the Chevrolet that started the car and drove away. She growled, gritted her teeth and lowered her body, grabbed the gun parts on the ground, and jumped out like a female leopard.
It has to be said that the young woman's professional skills are really excellent. Even during high-speed movements, her hands are constantly moving, and she dazzles by quickly assembling guns. This skill alone is worthy of the evaluation of professionals. Of course, this does not refer to it.
The position of patrol officer is professional.
Regrettably, the woman did not waste any time, but by the time she rushed out of the alleyway, the Chevrolet had already smoothly driven onto the street. "Whoops -", she took a deep breath, raised her hand and raised the gun, pointing again and again.
A few seconds later, bang, Henhen kicked the wall.
No chance.
This was obvious, and she even had reason to suspect that the other party was aware of this, so he chose to calmly disassemble the gun in front of her. Thinking about this made her even more breathless, and her chest rose and fell violently several times, and then she suddenly thought
What? The woman's expression changed, and she turned around and rushed back to the alley. At the same time, she took out an earphone from her pocket and put it on hastily.
Establish communication, "Captain, the arrest operation failed!"
"Arrest operation? What arrest operation?" After a pause, the voice on the other end of the earphone suddenly rose in pitch, "Alyssa! Didn't you bump into the target?"
"I saw a car, huh... the model, license plate, and the information sent by DSF all match, it should be him!"
"Damn it, how could it be such a coincidence! Alyssa, listen, don't act without authorization. According to the data analysis from DSF, this person is extremely dangerous... Wait, you just said that the operation failed... You have already taken action
Right! What did I tell you before?! Phew...are you injured? Where are you now? How is the situation at the scene?"
"I was not injured, or that person did not intend to kill me...but there were casualties at the scene..."
"Who is injured? Who else is at the scene... Damn it, damn it! Report the location, the ambulance will be here soon!"
"He's not one of us, he's a homeless person, but... there's no need to call an ambulance, forget it, let's come..."
"Flow, tramp? What do you mean..."
The woman named Alyssa stopped answering, because she didn't know why the other party would kill a homeless man in a good way. She pursed her lips tightly and looked down at the body in the pool of blood at her feet. One shot to the back of the heart, one to the back of the head, and the back of the head.
That shot should have been a follow-up shot, but in fact it didn't have to be, because the first shot had already accurately penetrated the heart.
Um?
Suddenly she saw something. The woman was stunned. She leaned over hesitantly. After hesitating for a moment, she lifted the homeless man's body from one side. There was a crisp "snap" sound. In the arms of the tattered coat, a gun that was mostly stained red with blood was smashed.
Fall to the ground.
The beautiful blue pupils shrink instantly. The German-made MP7 submachine gun has a total length of only 380mm after deliberately removing the support plate. It has a ammunition capacity of forty rounds and a mass of less than two kilograms. Its small size, light weight and easy portability are its notable features.
The actual situation also proved this point. She was not aware of the homeless man's back before.
Of course, the point is not the characteristics of these data, but that in this narrow space, once this gun fires, there is no way to avoid it in the tunnel, and the probability of escaping is extremely slim.
This is a killer... Thinking of the inexplicable credit remarks just now, Alyssa suddenly understood something, and then she subconsciously looked down at the gun in her hand. Yes, the ballistic fingerprints were also there, which meant that she had the credit.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to take it...
What is this - teasing?
After a while, "Hundan! Don't let me touch you again!!!"