Smith began to quickly pack up his guns and stuff them into a long backpack.
These are all first-rate stuff and very easy to use. He can't throw them around this time.
After putting on the long backpack, he suddenly looked up.
There was no one in the broken skylight, only a dark night sky.
He frowned for a moment, then pulled Miss Donna, who was holding the baby, and said, "Let's go, let's find the bar where the heavy metal band is playing."
Miss Donna trotted along: "This is ridiculous, Oliver is so young, how could he like rock music?"
Smith: “That might be the only clue.”
Besides, I took the money, and the young man's $10,000 is not so easy to take. He muttered in his heart.
On the rooftop, Luke watched the two people leaving downstairs and jumped down.
Half an hour later, three black SUVs pulled up in front of a rock bar in the East District, and more than a dozen people in black suits got out.
This is definitely not a gang member.
It is very obvious that they have the temperament of regular personnel. They are either from a professional security company or trained by similar institutions.
Luke hummed: "If you like gamble, I tell you I'm your man
you win some, lose some, it's still the sameme…”
The song was also faintly heard from the bar.
A group of people in black suits rushed in. A moment later, a tall man came out from a side alley with a beautiful woman holding a baby and entered a small hotel more than ten meters away diagonally.
This is of course the killer Mr. Smith, and the special psychotherapist Miss Donna.
Luke smiled and said, "You are really amazing. Even the professional security team can't catch you."
A few men in black suits rushed out later, looking around with guns in their hands.
Then someone yelled angrily, "Damn it, someone killed Philip. Did you see any suspicious people?"
A few men in black suits talked for a few words on the intercom and returned to the bar in disappointment.
Luke knew that one of them must have bumped into Mr. Smith and was killed silently.
But what are these guys in black suits doing here? He pondered in his mind, looking at the surveillance cameras placed around him, and suddenly exclaimed, "What the hell is this?"
At the back door exit, a group of men in black suits were carrying corpses. There were nearly ten of them, all in black opaque plastic body bags.
But the head of one of them was not pulled tightly, and during the shaking of the transportation, the head of one of them suddenly slipped out from the slightly loose zipper.
There was nothing strange about the body itself, but what was strange was that there was a carrot stuck in his left eye socket
Could this be a toy shaped like a carrot? Luke muttered to himself, and casually adjusted the surveillance screen to focus on the carrot.
As it turns out, it is a real carrot no matter how you look at it.
A moment later, the man guarding the car noticed the exposed head and carrot, cursed in annoyance, and reached out to zip it up.
But he was so careless with his movements that he accidentally broke the carrot.
Luke: ... What the hell, that's really just a carrot?!
In less than twenty minutes, the group of men in black suits had cleaned up everything at the back door and drove away.
Luke thought about it, got out of the car and went to the back door.
Walking to the place where the man in black suit had parked his car, he picked up the broken piece of carrot and held it in his hand.
After looking at it carefully for a moment, he exerted a little force with his fingers and immediately crushed the small piece of carrot into a soft puddle.
Luke chuckled, stuffed the carrot into a plastic bag, and put it into the storage space.
He leisurely walked back to the street in front of the bar. Before he even walked out of the alley, he saw a dozen guys in black combat uniforms quietly surrounding the small hotel diagonally opposite.
They had a clear goal and acted quickly, quickly surrounding a room on the second floor.
Where did this person come from? Luke was suspicious.
But looking at the place they surrounded, it was the hiding place of Mr. Smith and Miss Donna.
Luke rolled his eyes, chuckled, pulled out his P226, and aimed.
Bang!
"Ah!" A gunman in black who was bending forward on the first floor screamed, then fell to the ground, holding his butt.
Luke fired the gun and immediately put it away and ran away.
Bang, bang, bang! Snap, Snap!
Fierce and chaotic gunfire rang out, and several guys in black combat uniforms fell from the second floor screaming.
Some were beaten out of the house, while others were shot down just as they tried to rush in.
These guys' weapons are not bad. Many of them use MP5K, which are expensive.
Unfortunately, even the best weapons depend on who is using them.
Mr. Smith in the room is undoubtedly an expert in the use of firearms. He also has a number of first-class firearms produced by HK companies.
The men in black combat uniforms had an absolute advantage in numbers. After they rushed into the room, they were knocked out one by one by Mr. Smith like a whack-a-mole.
In less than five minutes, all eight men in black combat uniforms were wiped out.
Even the guy who was shot in the buttocks and hiding in the shadows downstairs could not escape the follow-up shot from the window above his head.
At this time, the roadside bar changed its song again: "I've got a bad boy and that's all right with me."
"… is nothing that i can't keep clean… "
Luke hummed the song as he leisurely walked across the street and stood in the dark.
A few minutes later, Smith appeared again with Donna and the baby and disappeared around the corner of the street.
Luke smiled and quickly approached the room. He looked around, took out his fake cell phone and quickly took pictures of the black combat uniforms and equipment, then turned and left.
After getting in the car, he took out a laptop from the storage space, input all the photos he had just taken into it, and let the program start looking for relevant clues.
The SUV also started slowly and left.
When I got home, Selena had just finished taking a shower and was wrapping herself in a big bath towel, blowing her hair in the living room.
Seeing him come back, she just glanced at him and said nothing.
Selina waited until Luke came out of the shower before she spoke: "I've read the information on Luca Barton. This guy has a clean record."
Luke hummed, picked up the tablet and looked at the weapons and equipment data that the program had just analyzed.
One name stood out: Hammerson Defense.
Selina continued, "Compared to Nick, this Luca Barton is a model police officer. He hasn't received any complaints in two years."
Luke moved his hands and began to search for information about Hammerson Defense. He said, "He is a really good policeman who abides by the law. Didn't the county police department give him a medal?"
"However, there is information showing that Officer Luca Barton is very close to someone from the Esworth family," Selina said.
Luke paused and raised his head: "Who?"