Smith quickly packed up the guns and stuffed them into a long and large backpack.
These are all first-class goods, and they are even more convenient to use. He can't throw them around this time.
After stepping on the long and large backpack, he suddenly looked up.
At the broken skylight, there was no one there, only a dark night sky.
He frowned for a moment, then pulled Miss Donna who was holding the baby: "Let's go, let's find the bar where the heavy metal band is playing."
Miss Donna trotted all the way: "This is ridiculous, Oliver is so young, how could he like rock music?"
Smith: "That might be the only lead."
Besides, I took the money, and the young man's $10,000 is not so easy to get. He muttered in his heart.
On the rooftop, Luke watched the two leaving downstairs and jumped down.
Half an hour later, in front of a rock bar in the East District, three black suvs stopped with a whimper, and more than a dozen black suits got off from them.
It's certainly not a gang member.
The temperament of regular personnel on them is really obvious. They are either professional security companies or people trained by similar institutions.
Luke hummed softly: "if you like to gamble, i tell you i'm your man
you in some, lose some, it's still the same to me… ”
The song also came faintly from the bar at the same time.
A group of black suits rushed in, and 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 diagonally opposite.
This is of course the killer Mr. Smith, and the special psychotherapist Miss Donna.
Luke smiled: "It's really powerful, even the professional security team can't catch you."
A few black suits rushed out later, looking around with guns in their hands.
Then someone cursed angrily: "Damn it, someone killed Fei Li, did you see any suspicious people?"
A few black suits said a few words on the walkie-talkie there, and returned to the bar resentfully.
Luke knew that one of them should have bumped into Mr. Smith and was killed quietly.
But what are these black suits doing here? Thinking in his heart, he looked at the monitoring screens placed around him, and suddenly gasped: "What the hell is this?"
At the exit of the back door, the group of black suits were carrying the corpses, the number was close to ten, and they were all packed in black opaque plastic body bags.
However, the head of one of them was not pulled tightly. During the shaking of the transport, a person's head suddenly slipped out of the slightly loosened zipper.
There is nothing strange about the corpse itself, what is strange is that a... carrot was inserted into his left eye socket
This is not a toy made in the shape of a carrot, is it? Luke muttered in his heart, adjusted the monitoring screen casually, and cast the camera on the carrot.
In the end, no matter how you look at it, it is also a real carrot.
After a while, the person guarding the car found the protruding head and carrot, cursed angrily, and stretched out his hand to close the zipper.
But he acted too casually, and accidentally broke the carrot, broken, broken.
Luke: ... What the hell, is that really a carrot? !
In less than twenty minutes, the group of black suits finished packing everything at the back door, and drove away at a high speed.
Luke thought for a while, got out of the car and went around to the back door.
Walking to the spot where the black suit had just parked, he picked up a cut carrot and held it in his hand.
After scrutinizing it carefully for a moment, he exerted a little force with his fingers, and immediately squeezed a small piece of carrot into a soft lump.
Luke chuckled, and casually stuffed the carrot into a plastic bag, and put it in the storage space.
Leisurely walking back to the street in front of the bar, before he could walk 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 moved quickly, quickly surrounding them like a room on the second floor.
Where did this person come from? Luke was suspicious.
But looking at the place surrounded by them, it was the hiding place of Mr. Smith and Miss Donna.
Luke rolled his eyes, smiled, pulled out the p226, and aimed the gun.
boom!
"Ah!" A black-clothed gunman who was bowing forward on the first floor screamed and fell to the ground clutching his buttocks.
When Luke fired, he immediately retracted his gun and ran away.
bang bang bang! Clap clap!
Fierce and chaotic gunfire rang out, and several guys in black combat uniforms screamed and fell from the second floor.
Some were shot out of the house, while others were knocked down by a single shot just as they tried to rush in.
The weapons of these guys are not bad. Several of them use mp5k, which is only a word expensive.
Unfortunately, even the best weapon depends on who is wielding it.
Mr. Smith in the room is undoubtedly an expert in the use of firearms, and he also has a batch of first-class firearms from HK company in his hands.
The number of people in black combat uniforms was absolutely superior. After rushing into the room, Mr. Smith burst out one by one like whack-a-mole.
In less than five minutes, the eight black combat uniforms were wiped out.
He even got shot in the butt, and the guy hiding in the shadow downstairs didn't escape the shot from the window above his head.
At this time, the bar on the side of the road changed the 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, walked across the street leisurely, and stood in the dark.
A few minutes later, Smith appeared again with Donna and the baby, and disappeared around the corner not far from the street.
Luke smiled, and quickly approached the room, looked around, took out a counterfeit mobile phone and quickly took pictures of the appearance and equipment of those black combat uniforms, then turned and left.
After getting in the car, he took out a laptop from the storage space, entered all the photos just now, and let the program start searching for relevant clues.
The suv also started slowly and left here.
When she got home, Selena had just finished her shower, wrapped in a large towel, and was drying her hair in the living room.
Seeing him coming back, she just glanced at him and said nothing.
After Luke came out of the shower, Selina said, "I've read the information on Luca Barton. This guy's resume is very clean."
Luke hummed, picked up the tablet casually, and looked at the weapon and equipment information just analyzed by the above program.
A name stands out on it - Hammerson Defense Company.
Selena continued: "Compared to Nick, this Luca Button is a model policeman, and he hasn't received any complaints for two years."
Luke moved his hands and began to search for the information of Hammerson Defense Company. He said in his mouth: "Then he is really a good policeman who abides by the law. Didn't the county police give him a medal?"
"However, according to information, this Police Officer Luca Barton is very close to someone from the Esworth family." Selena said.
Luke paused in his hands and raised his head: "Who?"