"This damn ghost still knows how to go home."
Looking at the ajar door, Mrs. Smith, Jane, gritted her silver teeth angrily, opened the door angrily and walked in.
"Smith, you bastard, you are getting more and more outrageous. You don't go home for a whole day and a night, and you don't even make a phone call. Don't you want to go through with it? If you don't want to go through with us, then..."
Jane shut her mouth abruptly, because standing in the living room was a man in black whom he had never seen before.
"Hello, Mrs. Smith," the man smiled, "you can call me conductor."
"Train conductor" Jane's hand had already grasped the small pistol in her bag and she frowned, "How did you get in?"
"It's very simple. Use the key you hid under the flower pot outside the door to open the door and walk in."
The conductor took out a key, shook it, and gently placed it on the coffee table aside.
Jane snorted and said coldly: "Do you know that this is called illegal invasion of a house? If you don't leave, I will call the police."
"Call the police." The train conductor smiled, "Are you sure you have thought about how to explain to the police why there are so many weapons hidden in this villa?"
Jane narrowed her eyes, took out her pistol and pointed it at the train conductor: "Tell me, who are you?"
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the conductor smiled very calmly and said: "Don't get excited, Mrs. Smith, I'm here for your husband this time."
"Smith" Jane's heart moved, "Do you know him? What is your relationship with him?"
"It's nothing, let alone acquaintance. I just met him last night and thought Mr. Smith was a talented person. It's just a pity."
The train conductor shook his head, with a look of regret on his face: "Such elite talents should not waste their lives in bars, but use them for a greater cause."
As he said that, the conductor pointed at Jane: "The source of his corruption is you, a beloved woman who he will never forget."
Jane's whole body trembled, and something bad appeared in her heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "You are here to get rid of me."
The conductor nodded.
"Then does he know about this?"
"I still do not know yet."
After hearing this, Jane felt slightly relieved for some reason, but the conductor's next words made her nervous again.
"But by night, he should know."
Jane sneered: "Now that you know my identity, you still dare to come alone. You are looking down on me too much."
"Really?" The train conductor shook his head slightly, "Women, they are just too naive."
Jane's pupils suddenly opened wide, and at this moment, the train conductor rushed in front of her, stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck and lifted it up.
The train conductor took the pistol from Jane's hand and looked at Mrs. Smith who was unable to struggle. He smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, if a man wants to grow up, he should be able to make the right choices on his own."
Jian Fei said: "You have to force Smith to kill me."
The train conductor smiled: "I have to admit that women are indeed smarter than men at certain times."
Jane seemed to be struggling desperately, but her hands actually reached into her jacket pockets quietly. But just as she put it in her pocket, the conductor pinched her unconscious with a slight force of his hand.
"Is it poison?" The conductor took out a seemingly ordinary capsule from Jane's jacket pocket, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, then shook his head and said, "In order to make me lose the bargaining chip to threaten Smith, he actually wanted to commit suicide."
With a shake of his hand, he threw the capsule into his mouth and chewed it like chewing gum: "This is also a talent that can be made, but it's a pity that we never accept women in this industry."
"Honey, I'm dying, have you cooked?"
Scott opened the door, looked at the empty room, and wondered: "Strange, where have you gone again? Did you go to the hotel to pack?"
Wick suddenly pulled him back, pulled out his pistol, and pointed it warily into the room. After slowly walking in, he looked down at the table placed in the living room, frowned and said, "That guy has been here before."
Scott walked forward quickly, looked down, and saw the latest subway timetable on the table.
On today's date, a circle is clearly drawn with a red pen.
At this time, Smith's cell phone rang. He took it out and looked at it, and his expression suddenly changed.
This is a text message with only three names in it: "Jane, Helen, Maya"
"Damn" Smith threw the phone to Wick and gritted his teeth, "That guy has not only been here, he has been to our home. God, how did he know our details?"
"You can't even be killed with a gun, so it's not surprising if you know something else."
After Wick read the text message, his expression didn't seem to change much, except that Smith's phone was directly smashed by him.
"The message is clear," Wick clapped his hands and picked up the timetable on the table. "He wants us to board the midnight train today, otherwise"
Otherwise, there is no need for Wick to say more. Smith and Skow also know it clearly.
"What are you waiting for"
Scott rushed into the kitchen and ran back with a kitchen knife: "Do your best, I will save Maya even if I die."
"With that little broken knife in your hand," Wick snorted and looked at Smith, "We need more powerful weapons."
Smith's eyes turned red and he nodded: "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."
The three men still had time to eat, so they immediately went out and drove to Smith's home.
When the three of them got out of the car and Smith took the lead to walk towards the villa, a neighbor next to him ran over and said loudly: "Hey, man, why didn't you come to the community party last night? This is not okay. In our In this community, monthly gatherings are very important, this is what we do”
Smith, Wick, and Skoff turned their heads at the same time and looked at him coldly.
Looking at the three pairs of emotionless eyes, the man trembled all over for some reason, and quickly changed his words: "Actually, it's not that important. It's just us men looking for excuses to drink. The gas in my house is not turned off. I Go back first, you are busy.”
With that said, the guy turned around and ran away. He even fell down when he ran into his garden. Not daring to look back, he rushed into his home and closed the door tightly.
Smith snorted, led Wick and the two to his garage, and opened the secret door.
After the three of them walked down the stairs, looking at the weapons in the basement, Scott couldn't help but swallowed: "Brother, although I never asked, I can't help it now. What exactly do you do?"
Smith reached out and picked up a rocket and said coldly without looking back: "Senior Financial Advisor"
""Scoff looked at Wick again, who was holding a shotgun and loading bullets, "Then what do you do?"
Wick threw the loaded shotgun to Scott and said coldly: "Costume designer"
Scott felt the cold gun body in his hand and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, freelance photographer, we have many colleagues doing the same job as you, just get used to it in the future."
Smith said impatiently: "Wick, is 20 kilograms of TNT enough? If not, I will ask the company's logistics to send some more."
"That's almost it." Wick looked at the big guy standing in the corner, "How much stock do you have of this thing?"
Smith glanced at it and smiled solemnly: "Five shots."
Wick nodded: "Take everyone with you"
When Scott came over, he saw a line of black letters "fim92" spray-painted on the green box.
"Stinger" man-portable air defense missile