Luke: ... Am I being teased? But this is not the right time.
He helplessly used the corner of his eye to observe the Toyota sedan at the corner of the alley more than 30 meters away.
Selina: "Luke, you've changed! You actually sang your favorite thing to me openly."
Luke muttered in his heart: Acting! This is acting, understand
Selena just complained about this and didn't continue to mock him.
Now is the time for fishing. It would be too much to use the connected communication system as a chat tool.
A few minutes later, Selena reminded: "Palmer's car is coming out, exit B2."
Luke stood up and walked slowly towards the parking lot exit.
Almost at the same time, he noticed that the Toyota sedan was also moving.
Luke narrowed his eyes.
The parking lot exit is not visible from here, so these two... do they have an insider providing information? Or is there someone around to help them keep watch and report the exit situation
The problem of insiders is not a big deal, that is the DEA's own internal matter. A DEA without insiders in the drug gang is not a DEA.
But if there is an observer, he has to be careful.
Not to mention encountering a bullseye, as long as it's a retired veteran or a SWAT police officer acting as a sniper, the situation will be very dangerous.
"Selina, move the two surveillance cameras on the roof to above the surrounding buildings and search for possible observers." He said with a shaking throat.
"I understand. It has been adjusted. I also checked the surveillance cameras on both sides to check the locations of the surrounding street intersections." Selina replied.
Luke hummed and continued to move towards the entrance.
He walked in a straight line, passing along a path lined with landscape trees at the edge of a small square.
The Toyota sedan was about to go around a corner and turn toward the parking lot exit.
He walked on the hypotenuse of the triangle, while the other party walked in an L-shaped route. There was a strange sense of coordination between their actions.
When the car arrived near exit B2, he happened to be close to the side of the exit.
"Northeast direction, twelve-story gray apartment building, there is something wrong with the third window from the left on the tenth floor." Selina's voice sounded.
Luke shook his head and skipped forward on the path, his eyes sweeping over the place.
His sharp eyesight allowed him to vaguely see a little reflection.
Lens? Telescope or scope? He wondered in his mind.
"Selina, call Palmer and tell her to wait five minutes before coming out. I'm going to check on the guy on the tenth floor." Luke said.
The apartment building in the northeast where the ambushers are suspected to be is in front of the left side of the B2 exit, but the shooting range at this section of the exit will be blocked by a row of landscape trees.
Only when Palmer turned a short distance away from the exit would he be exposed to the best shooting range of the ambushers.
No one knows how long a woman will take to leave after get off work, especially a beauty like Palmer.
It was normal for her to touch up her makeup in the parking lot; the five-minute delay should not alert the ambushing gunmen.
Of course, the beautiful Palmer will definitely be involved in the interrogation later.
Using someone as bait, even if it was for her own good, didn't let her take risks, so the credit still has to be shared.
Luke went straight through the B2 exit and headed northeast.
However, his routes of movement were all covered by landscape trees, and he wore a close-fitting alloy bulletproof vest when he went out on duty.
In two minutes, he rushed into the apartment building which was more than 200 meters away. He did not wait for the elevator, but moved quickly along the stairwell. He took out the fake mobile phone and turned on the electronic monitoring function.
If the opponent is a sniper, then his technical and tactical level cannot be underestimated. He might also use high technology.
This was an old apartment building, so of course there were no surveillance cameras in the stairwell. Luke burst out with superhuman strength and agility, reaching the tenth floor in just thirty seconds, which was faster than waiting for the elevator.
He still had to be considerate of the floor of the old apartment building and not make too much noise, otherwise they would rush up in ten seconds.
When they reached the tenth floor, Luke took a deep breath.
He quickly caught the smell of a mixture of gun oil and gunpowder.
Even if the person has taken a bath, he cannot completely eliminate it.
He approached the door quietly and stopped at the side for a few seconds again, quickly confirming that there was no mechanism on the door and the location of the person in the room.
Luke slammed his hand on the door lock.
With a bang, the door lock flew in as if it had been hit by a battering ram, and the wooden door also flew open with it.
Suddenly, a baseball appeared in his hand, which turned into a white shadow and hit the head of a person who happened to turn around three meters away.
Bang!
The man twisted his body and head half a circle before his head tilted and he collapsed on the long dining table.
Luke quickly stepped forward, took out handcuffs, handcuffed the man's hands behind his back, then checked the things on him and found a walkie-talkie.
He took out his fake phone and took a close-up photo of the guy's face, then sent it to Selina: "The guy on the tenth floor has been taken care of. Check his identity. He might be from the military."
Without even having to look closely, Luke could guess where this person came from.
A full set of American equipment gives off a strong sense of déjà vu of American regular troops. Except for the lack of logos, this guy is dressed no differently from the elite military personnel.
Luke looked at the man's layout of the apartment and it was obvious that he was not a self-taught person.
The long dining table was pulled in front of the window, with the legs at the back raised so it naturally tilted towards the window.
The curtain was only opened a small hole and was fixed and stretched straight, so it would not be blown by the wind to affect the shooting range, and it also left enough vision for the sniper.
Compared to those sharpshooters on TV who just put their sniper rifles on the windowsill and never miss a shot, this one is a professional.
Of course, it is impossible for a sniper to be in the most comfortable environment to fire at all times, but adjusting himself to a state suitable for shooting as much as possible is very helpful in improving the sniper's hit rate.
Luke looked at the sniper rifle again.
This is an M24, which has obvious signs of personal modification and is definitely not a new gun.
However, to his surprise, the reflection was not from the scope. This person's professional level was not that low, and the lens hood on the scope was well installed.
The reflective object was an unused glass product in a cabinet in the house. The afternoon sunlight shone on the glass product and just reflected a little sunlight.
This uninvited sniper obviously did not expect that the owner of the room would use the top of the cabinet as a storage room.
Luke dragged the man into the bedroom, took out a rope from the storage space, and tied him up in a posture similar to the Neon Rope Art Reverse Shrimp Binding. Basic rope skills allowed him to use the rope as a tool with ease.
Finally, he wrapped the man's mouth with sealing tape a few times before he was done.
He closed the bedroom door, locked the door to his room, and quickly went downstairs while dialing the phone: "Elsa, I caught a sniper who was about to ambush Palmer. I'll send you the address. Please send someone to take over as soon as possible. There are two more ambushing gunmen downstairs that I need to deal with. I don't have time to deal with this guy."