Luke: ... I've been teased, haven't I? But the timing is wrong.
He reluctantly used his peripheral vision to observe the Toyota sedan at the corner of the alley more than 30 meters away.
Selena: "Luke, you've changed! You actually sang to me the favorites in your heart."
Luke murmured in his heart: Acting skills! This is acting, understand
Selena also complained about this sentence, and did not continue to ridicule him.
It's fishing time, and it's too much to use the online communication system as a chat tool.
A few minutes later, Selena reminded: "Palmer's car is coming out, exit b2."
Luke got up and walked unhurriedly towards the exit of the parking lot.
Almost at the same time, he noticed that the Toyota sedan also moved.
Luke narrowed his eyes.
You can't see the exit of the parking lot here, so these two... also have insiders to provide information? Or is there someone around to help them lookout and report the exit situation
The problem of the insider is not a big problem, it is the dea's own internal affairs, and a dea without the insider of the drug gang is not a dea.
But if there is a watcher, he has to be careful.
Not to mention the change of meeting the bullseye, as long as a retired veteran or a special police cameo as a sniper, the situation will be very dangerous.
"Selena, adjust the two monitors on the roof of the car to the surrounding buildings to search for possible observers." He shook his throat and said.
"Understood, it has been adjusted, and I also called the monitoring on both sides to check the location of the surrounding streets." Selina replied.
Luke hummed and continued to move towards the entrance.
He walked in a straight line, walking along a path of landscape trees on the edge of a small square.
The Toyota sedan was about to turn around a corner and turn toward the parking lot exit.
He was walking on the hypotenuse of the triangle, but the other party was walking on the L-shaped route, and the actions of the two had a strange sense of coordination.
When that car arrived near the b2 exit, he was also just close to the side of the exit.
"Northeast, twelve-story gray apartment building, the third window from the left on the tenth floor has an abnormality." Selina's voice sounded.
Luke shook his head, bouncing forward on the path, his eyes swept over there.
His keen eyesight allowed him to vaguely see a little reflection.
lens? Telescope or scope? He muttered in his heart.
"Selena, call Palmer and tell her to wait five minutes before coming out. I'll go and see that guy on the tenth floor." Luke said.
The apartment building suspected of having an ambush in the northeast is in front of the left front of exit b2, but the shooting range will be blocked by a row of landscape trees at the exit.
Only when Palmer turns the short distance away from the exit is he exposed to the ambusher's best shots.
No one knows how much time a woman will delay leaving after get off work, let alone a beautiful woman like Palmer.
She fixed up her makeup in the parking lot, which was normal, and the five-minute delay shouldn't alert the ambush gunmen.
Of course, the beauty Palmer must be involved in the interrogation later.
Using others as bait, even if it was for her own good, did not let her take risks, but the credit still has to be shared.
Luke went straight through exit b2 and headed northeast.
However, his routes of action were all covered by landscape trees, and he put on the close-fitting alloy body armor when he was on duty.
He rushed into the apartment building more than 200 meters away in two minutes. He didn't wait for the elevator, and went straight forward in the stairwell. He took out the counterfeit mobile phone in his hand and turned on the electronic monitoring function.
If the opponent is playing sniping, the technical and tactical level cannot be underestimated. Maybe they also play high technology.
This is an old-fashioned apartment building. Of course, there will be no surveillance in the stairwell. Luke exploded with superhuman strength and agility, and reached the tenth floor in only 30 seconds, faster than waiting for the elevator.
He still needs to be careful about the floor of the old-fashioned apartment building, and not make too much noise, otherwise he will rush up in ten seconds.
On the tenth floor, Luke took a deep breath.
A mixed smell of gun oil and gunpowder was quickly caught by him.
Even if the person has taken a bath, it cannot be completely eliminated.
He quietly approached the door, stopped on the side for a few seconds again, and quickly confirmed that the door was not locked, and the location of the person in the room.
Luke slammed the lock with one hand.
With a bang, the door lock flew in as if hit by a hammer, and opened the wooden door with a bang.
Suddenly a baseball appeared in his hand, and it turned into a white shadow with a whoosh, hitting the head of a person three meters away who just turned around.
boom!
The man's body and head had only twisted more than half a circle, and then his head was tilted, and he collapsed on the long dining table.
Luke quickly stepped forward, took out the handcuffs, cut the man's hands behind his back, handcuffed him, checked his things again, and found a walkie-talkie.
He took out a counterfeit mobile phone and took a close-up of this guy's face, and sent it to Selena: "The guy on the tenth floor has done it, you check the identity of this guy, he may be from the army."
Without careful identification, Luke can guess the origin of this person.
A full set of American equipment, with a strong sense of sight of a regular American army. Except for the lack of logo, this guy is no different from the military elite.
Luke looked at the arrangement of this man in the apartment again, and it was obvious that he was not from Ye Luzi.
The long dining table is pulled in front of the window, and the legs behind it are raised to naturally incline towards the window.
The curtains are only opened with a small opening and then fixed and straightened, so that they will not be driven by the wind, affecting the shooting range, and leaving enough vision for snipers.
Compared to those sharpshooters on TV who casually put sniper rifles on the windowsill and hit every shot, this one is a professional.
Of course, it is impossible for a sniper to fire in the most comfortable environment all the time, but trying his best to adjust himself to a state suitable for shooting is very helpful to improve the sniper's hit rate.
Luke looked at the sniper rifle again.
This is an m24, which obviously has traces of personal modification, and it is definitely not a new gun.
But what surprised him was that it wasn't the scope that reflected the light just now. This person's professional level is not that low, and the hood on the scope is well installed.
The reflective thing is an unused glass product in a certain cabinet in the house. The afternoon sun hits the glass product, which just reflects a little sunlight.
This uninvited sniper obviously didn't 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 the rope from the storage space, and tied the man up in a posture similar to the neon rope art against the sea. The basic rope skills allowed him to use the rope as a tool with ease.
In the end, he wrapped the man's mouth a few times with sealing tape, and it was done.
After closing the bedroom door and closing the door, he quickly went downstairs and made a call: "Elsa, I caught a sniper who was going to ambush Palmer here, I will send you the address, and you send someone as soon as possible Come and take over. There are two ambush gunmen downstairs who I have to deal with, and I don’t have time to deal with this person.”