Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Four Pushkin's Dying
"Boom, boom" two times, the two bodyguards were shot through the head without any reaction. Although there was a sound of falling to the ground, as long as the bullets did not hit the door, judging from the luxury of this villa, the door
The sound insulation effect is definitely very good.
Antonov and McCall walked out of the room holding guns. Antonov said: "Time is running out. I will deal with the bodies of these two people, and you go and deal with Pushkin."
McCall replied in a low voice. He knew that there was not much time. Even if Antonov disposed of the body, the blood stains would not be clean, so McCall then opened the door and walked into Pushkin's room.
Entering the room, McCall was surprised that he didn't see Pushkin. He walked anxiously through the living room and entered the bedroom holding a gun before hearing the sound of the shower. After seeing Pushkin taking a shower in the transparent glass, McCall
I was relieved.
And William, who had been observing through the glasses worn by the five-man team, when he saw that things were going so smoothly, he suddenly wondered if Pushkin could be captured alive. If he could be brought out, he would definitely be able to pry out many secrets and properties from his mouth.
However, this idea was rejected by William within a few seconds. He did not want to mess with polar bears.
Keeping those secrets and clues would not only be of little use to him, but he might also attract polar bear agents.
Some time ago, because of the national treasure, it has been noticed by C1A of the United States. If it provokes the polar bear's KGB again, it will definitely be very troublesome in the future.
So William didn't say anything, just watched quietly as McCall picked up the remote control, closed the window, lowered the curtains, and then pressed the light switch.
"guard",
Pushkin was still very vigilant. He immediately called the guard when he noticed something unusual, but after calling for a long time, no one came. He cautiously opened the glass door of the shower room, took a few glances and breathed a sigh of relief when no surprise was found.
However, when he touched the pistol placed on the stool outside the shower room, he immediately realized that this was not an accident, but that someone had indeed entered the room and took away the pistol he placed on the stool.
Pushkin immediately panicked. He was highly nervous and suddenly felt a creepy feeling on his back. Before he could turn around, he felt a pain in his neck, and then someone covered his mouth. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and there was another sensation in his waist.
There was a sharp pain.
McCall punched Pushkin hard in the kidney area, covered Pushkin's mouth with his right hand, and took the opportunity with his left hand to take out a syringe and plunge it into Pushkin's neck.
Within a few seconds, Pushkin's struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally he slowly fell to the ground, looking behind him in a daze and full of fear.
After watching for a few seconds, he could only see a very blurry figure walking up to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the bedroom.
He was grabbed by his hands and feet and thrown on the bed, and then a blanket was covered over him.
"Beep, beep, beep" the phone call sounded in the quiet bedroom, "bah" an ordinary mobile phone was placed on the bedside table.
Pushkin was wondering why the visitor didn't kill him. He hadn't fantasized for a few seconds when he saw something he least expected to see. A bottle with the words "Truth Elixir" written in Russian appeared in front of his eyes.
The vague shadow used a syringe to fill the bottle with a syringe of liquid and injected it into his neck.
After doing this, McCall carefully checked the place he walked and cleaned up the footprints in the bathroom. He looked at Pushkin who was lying on the bed and started talking nonsense, opened the door and walked out.
"What's going on?" William asked Sunday in confusion.
"Sir, for this operation, McCall and Antonov have formulated several action plans. The ideal situation is to sneak into Pushkin's room without killing anyone.
Using the truth potion that Antonov left behind when he was in the special forces, Pushkin revealed his secret account of the country beyond the polar bear."
"Well, so this medicine will make Pushkin tell the truth and kill him at the same time?" William quickly understood that this medicine was not a safe thing.
"Yes, sir, although the truth potion may not be useful, as long as a large amount is injected, Pushkin will die of heart failure in less than 10 minutes."
"Well, it doesn't matter if you try. If you can really get Pushkin's secret account, it will be considered a windfall. Let's get started."
"OK".
Sunday started asking after Pushkin through the mobile phone on the bedside table,
Pushkin, who was already confused, spoke in a coherent manner except for the first few minutes. But after five minutes, he began to speak without a complete sentence, and he started to speak here and there, as if his brain had been burned by a fever.
Before ten minutes arrived, Pushkin had already made no sound.
William closed his eyes and listened silently, "Is there any result?"
"Sir, I got two accounts, but I only verified one of them, which contains less than 200 million US dollars. The other account should be Pushkin's main account. It may be subconscious self-protection. The main account name and password are not complete. I
I'm sorry, sir".
"It doesn't matter, there's no such thing as disappointment if you don't have expectations." William chuckled and said maliciously, "I'm 100% sure that this account with 200 million US dollars is a trap. As long as someone uses this account, they will be
Keep an eye on”.
"Did you leave any clues when verifying the account, Sunday?" William asked.
"No, sir, the verification network is from the Pushkin Manor. Even if someone checks it, they can only think that there is a mole in the manor."
"Very good." After saying that, William stopped talking and stared at the monitor, watching McCall and the others withdraw from the manor, get in the car and drive for twenty minutes to a clearing in the woods beside a river.
"Take off all your equipment," McCall ordered as he parked the car and took off his equipment.
The other four people didn't show any regrets. They took off all their equipment obediently, piled them together, and put on ordinary clothes. Antonov, who was the last to get off the bus, started a timer with three incendiary bombs tied to it before getting off the bus.
, still on the equipment pile.
"Let's go, the incendiary bomb will explode in one minute and all the equipment in the car will be burned clean."
Everyone nodded and walked to the fishing boat prepared by the river. As soon as they started the motor, three "bang bang bang" sounds were heard, and the five people saw flames bursting out of the car parked in the woods.
After driving the boat for ten minutes, he got off the boat. Antonov cut a few finger-sized holes in the bottom of the boat, pushed the boat into the river, and let the boat float along the river. Otherwise, the boat would sink in a few minutes.
River.
Then the five people separated in two cars. McCall would change cars several times and go directly to the airport to fly to Paris. Then he would drive to London to wait for Antonov and the others to arrive. After receiving William's notice, they would go to Oxford together.
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Antonov and his friends will change cars to other cities, fly to other countries, and then transfer to Switzerland. If everything goes well, they will be reunited with their families in a few days.
Seeing that everyone was safe, William said, "We will closely monitor McCall and Antonov during this period. I want to know if any of them will eat anything, or go to the castle with some special mission."
town".
"Understood, sir, I will keep an eye on the five of them at all times."
"Um".
After opening the portal and returning to the yacht in New York, William stretched out and walked out of the office. In the cab of the yacht, he saw Ambrosio lying on the sofa and reading a magazine in the sea breeze.