The handbrake was pulled down, and the tire that turned off the road turnoff completely stopped in this desolate wilderness. The cold wind howled outside the window and the constant temperature and silence inside the car.
The driver, a young man with a typical South American face, first looked at the mound in front of the car more than ten feet away with dark pupils, and then glanced at the rearview mirror with a somewhat questioning gaze.
"Ahem, Diego, go down and take a look...be careful."
The passenger in the back seat was an elderly man curled up in a warm down jacket. His face was wrinkled and he didn't look very angry. His gray hairline was perfectly Mediterranean, but he was meticulously groomed. He coughed and opened the door and gave a reminder.
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"Don't worry, Dad."
The two people walked down and both lowered their heads. There were two clear ruts on the hardened ground. They separated a few feet away, one on the left and the other on the right, heading towards the mound in front - as far as the line of sight could be seen at the edge of the mound on the left.
I saw about a third of the butt of the car, and the right side was empty, and I couldn't see anything.
After a rough observation, there was a soft click, and the young man named Diego turned over his hand and pulled out the pistol. He simply loaded the gun and pushed the safety, and then strode towards the left side of the mound. The old man followed behind silently with his hands in his pockets, his expression calm and uninterested.
Waves.
With a distance of more than ten feet, in less than half a minute, the two of them circled the mound one after another. The process went smoothly, and there was no expected attack. On the back of the mound was a stalled car, and a body that fell on its back.
The body in a pool of blood was about ten steps away from the tire of the car in front. Seeing this, the young man's body tensed up instantly, and his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
"It's okay, he left...about a quarter of an hour ago."
The old man withdrew his palm from the car cover, shook his head, and looked up at the body not far away. He was dressed as a white-collar worker in a suit and leather shoes, but he was certainly not an ordinary office worker. He was still holding a pistol tightly in his left hand, with his index finger resting on it.
On the trigger, there was even a smile representing victory on the corner of his mouth, but the blood hole between his eyebrows solidified it all.
"Tsk, tsk, counting the truck accident just now, this is the second scene, right? Why do we feel like we are like the police?" The young man put away his pistol, grinned and chuckled to himself, then took a few steps forward and walked to the body.
Looking down at him, "Unlucky guy... Dad, do you know him?"
"I don't know him, but it seems to be a fair duel." The old man squinted at the opposite hill, his cloudy pupils seemed to see something, and murmured to himself, "There are two cars in total, and this one should be driving in front.
The target of this mission, the Asian who suddenly appeared, clearly noticed something, so he took the initiative to drive the car off the road. The stalker obviously also realized that he had been exposed, but he was very courageous, or in other words, very confident.
Choose to continue driving here until you see this mound..."
After a pause, his tone revealed a bit of emotion, "When they got here, the two of them seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. They walked around the mound from both sides, turned off the engine, got off the car, walked towards each other, approached, drew their guns, and finally decided the winner.
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"Wow, is this still the style of a killer?" The young man couldn't help scratching his head after hearing this, and spread his hands in a slightly exaggerated manner, "It sounds more like a retro duel from the last century!"
"There is a slight difference. The duel involves walking from behind, turning around and shooting... It's not important. Let's get out of here first." After saying that, the old man simply turned around and walked back. The young man shrugged and followed without saying anything.
The two got back in the car, started the car and drove back to the highway. Not long after driving, the old man in the back seat, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, suddenly said: "Diego, you are speeding."
"Um..." The actual speed of the car is only over 90, which is far from the speeding limit on the current road. But the young man grinned awkwardly as if he had been hit. While he honestly slowed down to 70, he took pictures with a helpless expression.
He turned the steering wheel and said, "Dad, do we really have to give up on this mission? That's a total of three million US dollars. With this money, you can retire with peace of mind!"
The old man opened his eyes: "I can retire without this money, but if my life is gone, I will have nothing. Do you understand?"
"I understand! But..." the young man said unwillingly, "Is that Asian so strong? We haven't met yet. Dad, you are the Pampas Eagle who has been around for decades!"
"So what?" the old man said calmly, "The killer industry has never been based on seniority. Decades since I debuted can only mean that I am old, and nothing else. But you are still young, so there is no need to rush out.
As for the task, you can read more and learn more, but the most important thing is not to leave it here."
At this point, the old man seemed to have lost interest in continuing the chat and closed his eyes again, "If we keep driving at this speed, I have a feeling that the other party will take action, or take the initiative to fight back... He seems a little angry..."
Along the straight road, the car continued to move forward at a steady speed, and did not stop for more than two hours. The journey was calm and calm. It seemed that the old man's judgment was wrong, or that they failed to discover the next scene.
It is very possible. After all, there are many forks on both sides of the road, and you will also pass through some villages and towns along the way. It is really difficult to find anything just by passing by.
It was not until noon that the car finally stopped again, and its destination was an abandoned power station on the edge of a small town. As for why I noticed this place,
"There's quite a movement!" After getting out of the car, the young man looked at the dilapidated power station still emitting flames and black smoke not far away, and couldn't help but secretly sighed.
There was indeed a lot of movement. If the previous power station building was just abandoned, now it is basically in ruins. It obviously did not collapse naturally, but experienced a violent explosion of gunpowder - without throwing a few more grenades or smashing in a few rocket launchers.
It is absolutely impossible to achieve the catastrophic effect in front of us.
The old man turned around and saw a moving figure at the intersection outside the town. It was an original resident of the town. He had probably heard some noise before and was observing carefully at this time. It is estimated that it won't take long for reporters and police to arrive quickly.
arrive.
Thinking of this, the old man simply walked away. Seeing this, the young man quickly drew his gun and followed.
This power station is obviously a product of the last century. It occupies a large area, and the wartime style can be vaguely glimpsed in the details. It is built extremely solidly and squarely. However, no matter how solid the building materials are, they cannot withstand the weathering of time.
This disaster had basically destroyed everything, except for the low building in the center, which could still stand alone among the ruins.
The old man's direction of travel was that small building. He did not stay outside. He walked straight through the gate and walked into the small building. What he saw was a white man lying on the stairs. He looked like he was dead and looked familiar.
The blood hole between his eyebrows is just different from the killer behind the hill last time. The white man's expression is very confused. It seems that he did not expect to be attacked, or did not expect the attacker to rush in so quickly? In short, there are some measures.
Not on guard.
"Snow Wolf..." Looking down at the tattoo on the back of the white man's right hand, the old man was obviously stunned and subconsciously called out in a low voice.
"What?" The young man who was patrolling the surroundings vigilantly did not hear clearly.
"Nothing..." After coming back to his senses, the old man shook his head and walked up the stairs. As soon as he turned around the entrance of the corridor, his feet suddenly paused.
"Who!" The young man who followed him immediately reacted, stepped forward, raised his gun and shouted sternly, "Come out!"
"Oh, calm down, calm down, relax." A burly figure turned out from behind the wall above the corridor. He was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a sinister temperament. He was wearing a black open-breasted windbreaker. He raised his hand with one hand and carried it with the other.
The piano case looked at the two people at the entrance of the corridor with a relaxed expression.
"Put down what you are doing, raise your hands and turn your back!" Although the middle-aged man had an obviously Caucasian face and was not an Asian as mentioned in the mission, Diego still responded cautiously.
However, the hook-nosed man did not do as he was told. Instead, he raised his chin slightly and smiled: "Long time no see, Goshawk. The last time we met was five...six years ago, right? I remember it was in San Diego, really not
Thinking that you are still alive, ha...and brought up a newbie? Why, do you want him to take over your legacy in the industry? "
After a pause, he looked away from the old man and glanced at the young Diego and the gun in his hand, "Boy, didn't Goshawk teach you that you need to maintain a minimum of respect for your predecessors in the industry? Or do you think you have?
Have you got the situation under control?"
"Otherwise?" Diego raised his gun in tit-for-tat manner and responded with the same unfriendly attitude, "Senior?"