The Arizona branch of nia is in a strict underground confinement room. There were two people in the room that was supposed to hold only one prisoner.
One was lying on the bed, wrapped like a mummy, Edmund Gabriel. The other person deliberately sat in the shadows, covering his face.
"That bastard yellow-skinned monkey, I must kill him and his whole family."
Looking at the extremely excited Edmund lying on the bed, the mysterious man chuckled: "Don't think about it, that kid's background is not simple, you can't touch him now."
"What about you?" Edmund said fiercely, "With the strength of your organization, it will not be easy to kill that kid."
"We can get rid of him, but it's not necessary because the subsequent cleanup work is too troublesome."
Edmund snorted: "If I don't go back, my father will not cooperate with you."
"Yes, but fortunately your father is not the only son like you."
Edmund's eyes widened: "What do you want to do? I warn you, if I die, my father will definitely avenge me."
The mysterious man directly stretched out his hand to cover Edmund's mouth, and said with a smile: "Don't be excited, young master. Don't worry, we promised to let you live, and we won't let you die. But considering that you may have to be in prison for the rest of your life. It’s been a long time, so it’s better to keep your mouth shut forever.”
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, pointed it at Edmund's face, and sprayed it hard.
Sherron drove his Cadillac bulletproof SUV, speeding on the road. After more than half a month, he was finally free.
In fact, in the past half month, Xie Lun, in addition to recuperating from his injuries, spent more time writing reports. There was no way, I don't know what happened, but after Edmund and the female agent were escorted back to the Arizona branch, they quickly became insane and turned into fools.
Considering that both Edmund and the female agent were seriously injured, some people within NIA believed that it was because Sherron's attack was too harsh and their brains were damaged.
In addition, Xie Lun's record was too abnormal. One person swept through a convoy of twenty or thirty armed militants. It sounded like something from a movie.
Anyway, for various reasons, Xie Lun had to frequently accept inquiries, submit written reports, etc., which almost drove him crazy.
Fortunately, in the face of irrefutable evidence and the support of Hollis, Sherron was eventually exonerated and was awarded a $200,000 bonus.
In fact, Xie Lun was not satisfied with this bonus. After all, he had earned 20 million in "sponsorship" for the bureau. In the end, the boss only rewarded me 200,000 yuan, which was too stingy.
But his arms couldn't twist his thighs, and Hollis comforted him that 20 million US dollars seemed like a lot. Even if each department was divided into one cent, it wouldn't be much higher. In the end, it was pretty good to get 200,000 US dollars.
So Xie Lun could only scold the US government while driving back on the road to the next mission coordinates.
So while Xie Lun is on the road, let me briefly talk about his current personal situation.
First of all, the personal level has not changed, and the experience value is stuck at 430450. It is really close to being upgraded.
Secondly, in terms of skills, because the previous task directly rewarded 100 points, Xie Lun opened a low-level treasure chest and obtained a new passive skill.
Passive skill: Low-level Mozambique shooting technique. When using this shooting technique, the closer to the target, the higher the accuracy. The maximum improvement will not exceed 50.
Another very practical skill.
The so-called Mozambique shooting technique, to put it simply, is the kind of shooting technique used by the commander Bi Keanu Reeves in the movie John Wick. First fire two shots at the enemy's torso to create a "stiff" effect, followed by a headshot and a follow-up shot.
Of course, this shooting technique actually involves a lot of theory and requires a lot of practical practice.
Therefore, during the past half month, apart from writing reports, Sherron spent the rest of his time on the training ground. In addition to mastering Mozambique shooting skills as quickly as possible, I also want to improve the accuracy of my marksmanship.
Although the passive skill will improve your shooting accuracy, if you originally deviated from the target by 10 meters, and after improving it by 50, you deviated by 5 meters, then you will not be able to hit the target.
After this short period of crazy training, although Xie Lun did not become a sharpshooter, he could achieve headshots with a pistol and the effects of various passive skills within a range of 20 meters. Within a range of 100 meters, a hand-held rifle can fire without missing a beat.
New Mexico, in the almost deserted Gobi Desert.
If it weren't for the sign hanging next to it, Xie Lun wouldn't have believed that the place in front of him, comparable to a garbage dump, was actually a gas station.
However, the coordinates provided by the system were here, so Xie Lun could only get off the car and go over to check. After ringing the bell hanging on the refueling equipment twice and tapping the rusty oil gun, Xie Lun doubted whether this thing could still be used normally.
After a while, a slovenly middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth came out and said angrily: "How much gas do you need?"
There is no self-service refueling function in the United States, and some states have even introduced laws that force refueling to go through gas station staff. But looking at the environment here, Xie Lun really didn't dare to refuel. God knows whether the oil coming out of the oil gun was gasoline or gutter oil.
Xie Lun coughed dryly and reached out his hand first: "Hello, I'm just lost and want to ask for directions."
Unexpectedly, the man looked at Xie Lun's outstretched hand and took two steps back cautiously: "I don't have this kind of service here to ask for directions. If you don't want to come back, get out of here and don't bother me."
As he said that, the man's hand had already touched his lower back.
Sherron didn't care about the man's attitude. After all, in such a desolate place, those who easily trust strangers may have been fed to wolves long ago.
"Okay, then I'll add a hundred dollars, but instead of adding a car, I'll add it in an oil drum."
Sherron pulled out a bill and waved it at the man.
The man hesitated, and after a while, he carefully approached. He put one hand behind his back and took the money with the other: "You can provide the oil drum yourself, I don't have any here."
The moment he took the banknote, the two of them gently released it with their fingertips, and then the system did not respond at all.
"Isn't it him?"
Xie Lun raised his eyebrows slightly and said a little discouraged: "Okay, since we don't even provide this service, then I can ask for some information. That's okay."
The man shook the banknotes in his hand: "I can only ask one question."
Xie Lun spread his hands, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "So are there any more thrilling places nearby? For example, people often died or disappeared."
Before he finished speaking, the man's expression changed drastically, and he pulled out the hand hidden behind his back, holding a revolver in his hand.
"Bang bang bang"
What this man received was that Xie Lun fired back three times faster, harder and more accurately than him.
And as the man was knocked down, the bushes in the distance let out a roar, and a black shadow suddenly sprang out from it, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.