"John Wick"
"Mr Smith"
"We were all veteran employees with outstanding performance and hard work in the company. How come they suddenly resigned at the same time?"
Although the sound emitted by No. 3's virtual image was still a bland electronic sound, the speaker could still be heard to be confused and angry.
No. 5 seemed to mean something and said: "According to my intelligence, both of them have been relatively close to Sherron recently. Smith has assassinated Sherron several times, but for some unknown reason, none of them succeeded. And John Wick is even more outrageous. He even went to his door to customize a suit for him."
No. 6 sighed: "The knife is sharpened. Although it is easy to use, if you are not careful, you may accidentally injure yourself."
Electronic Voice No. 7 was a little irritable: "Do you think you should blame me for this?"
No. 4 said coldly: "Yes, it was all the plan you arranged that allowed that agent to survive until now, otherwise he should have been eliminated long ago."
"Damn it, when we used him to successfully break into New York, you idiots were not like you are now." No. 7 said angrily, "Now it's just a little accident, and you have become like this. , no wonder you have never been able to get on the stage for so many years, just because you are too stupid."
"That's enough." No. 1, who had been silent for a long time, said solemnly, "Look at what you look like now. How is it different from the poor people who quarrel in the streets in the slums?"
As soon as No. 1 opened his mouth, the others immediately stopped talking.
"Isn't it just two old employees resigning? What's the big deal? How to handle the resignation procedures? Just follow the rules and procedures."
No. 1 paused and continued: "However, the Christmas plan does need to be slightly modified. Throw the knife away after use to avoid pricking your hands. This matter is your responsibility, No. 7."
No. 7 was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Then I need the full cooperation of others."
No. 1 laughed: "Don't worry, we are a group and we can be invincible only if we work together."
"Everyone, please remember, we want to create a history, we want to make a rule, we want to become the king of the underground world."
No. 1 seemed to be possessed by a mustache, raising his fists high and waving them in the air.
In a small town on the border of Pennsylvania and New York, in an inconspicuous bungalow. The curtains were closed tightly, making the room very dark. The deafening heavy metal music turned up the volume to the point where it was considered noise.
The door opened silently, and with the light of flashlights, a team of heavily armed special police officers, armed with long and short firearms, slowly searched the room.
After passing through the living room and bedroom, the SWAT officers soon made their discovery.
In a small restaurant, a blond woman was tightly tied to a back chair in front of the dining table. Her almost naked body was covered in blood and bruises. Her head was hanging down and she didn't know whether she was dead or alive.
The leading SWAT officer made a gesture and stepped forward carefully, just touching the woman. As a result, the woman suddenly woke up, looked up and saw that the person coming was a special police officer, and she couldn't help but scream in excitement.
Her mouth was stuffed full of towels.
"Headquarters, one victim found, repeat, one victim found"
The special police officer reported in a low voice. While untying the woman, he whispered: "Madam, you are safe now. Tell me where the person who hurt you is."
After the towel was removed, the woman couldn't wait to shout: "Back there, he went to the back garden."
The SWAT officers picked up the woman and escorted her out of the house. The SWAT captain shouted to the team members in the back garden: "07, 08, the suspect may flee in your direction, be careful and hear the answer, hear the answer."
There was no response from the headphones.
The captain's expression changed and he signaled two team members to follow him to search the back garden, while the other team members escorted the victim away.
Soon, the bodies of two SWAT police officers were lying on the corridor leading to the back garden. A quick check revealed that the two men had been stabbed once in the throat and were already dead.
At this moment, a dark shadow flashed across the corner of the corridor ahead. Another SWAT team member shouted and quickly chased after him.
"Stop or we'll shoot."
The flashlight on the submachine gun shone on the man's back, revealing a man wearing a leather jacket. He was holding a sharp table knife in his hand, his foot had already stepped on the window at the end of the corridor, and he was about to jump out.
The SWAT captain had quick eyesight and shot a gun on the wall next to the man, and said sternly: "Don't move, raise your hands."
Hearing the sound of gunshots, the man really didn't dare to move and obediently raised the hand holding the knife.
"Turn around"
The man turned around obediently, and the light shone on the other man's face, revealing a handsome but slightly cunning face.
If Sherron were to see him again, he would be able to recognize him at a glance, and this person turned out to be Dean Winchester.
"Throw away the knife, hold your head and squat down"
The SWAT captain pointed his gun at Dean, and the other two team members swarmed up and held down the man who was squatting on the ground obediently. But just when he thought everything was safe, the pistol stuck in the thigh of one of the SWAT officers fell into Dean's hands for some reason.
"Bang bang bang"
Immediately, crisp gunshots rang out in the corridor.
An hour later.
While Sherron was enjoying the massage from Tina, Mona and Elena, a strange call came to his external mobile phone.
There was no need for Xie Lun to do anything. Elena took the phone very considerately and put it next to Xie Lun's ear: "Hello, I'm Xie Lun. Who is this
"Agent thanks, I'm Sam, Sam Winchester."
Sam's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
While eating the grapes peeled by Mona herself, Xie Lun said lazily: "Little Sammy, it's so rare. Why did you suddenly call me?"
"Something happened, Agent Xie. Someone pretended to be Dean and killed someone. We are wanted by the police."
Before Sam could finish speaking, someone else yelled: "Put down the phone, Sam Winchester, put down the phone right now."
There was a rush of footsteps, wind and other friction sounds coming from the phone. It was obvious that the phone was being transferred quickly.
Xie Lun didn't hang up, just waited quietly.
After a long time, a majestic man's voice sounded: "Who are you?"
Sherron asked: "Who are you?"
The man snorted: "I'm Captain Brest, captain of the Pennsylvania State Police. And you?"
"I am Special Agent NIA, leader of Serious Case Team Six, Sherron, number xxxxx"
After hearing Xie Lun's words, there was an obvious sound of air-conditioning coming from the other end of the phone. After a while, the other party's voice improved significantly: "Sir, I didn't expect the suspect to call you. Does he want to surrender?"
"suspect"
"Yes, Sam Winchester's biological brother, Dean Winchester, has committed murders in Pennsylvania in recent days, killing eleven people, five of whom were police officers, sir."
At the end of the sentence, Captain Brest was obviously a little emotional.
Sherron frowned, sat up and said seriously: "Where's the killer Dean Winchester, have you caught him?"
Brest gritted his teeth and said, "Not yet, but since his brother has been arrested, I think we will know Dean's whereabouts soon."
He paused, as if he was worried that Sherron would get involved in the case, and hurriedly added: "This case is currently under the responsibility of our Pennsylvania State Police, sir, you don't need to worry about it, right?"
"These two people are my informants. According to the regulations, our NIA has jurisdiction over this case." Sherron said coldly, "So Captain Brest, be optimistic about Sam Winchester. I will Arrive at the scene within hours.”