Two people
Besides Brian, did Ahmed provoke other people
Jason was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
"It's not surprising that a person like him has any enemies, right?"
Jason said so.
"certainly."
"It's normal."
"As it should be."
David nodded, but did not refute.
After all, that's what it is.
However, the middle-aged police chief kept staring at Jason. He hoped to see something different from Jason's eyes and expression.
Because judging from the meeting in the evening, Ahmed should be the person in "Cross Street Stalker" who was looking for evidence of his wife's affair. From another perspective, it should be arranged by the "imitator".
As for Ahmed looking for Jason by himself
David didn't believe it at all.
Not to mention that Aimode's behavior style determines that Aimode has something to do, and it is impossible to find detectives or the like.
As far as he knew alone, Ahmed had no wife at all.
There are a few lovers.
But none of those lovers would dare to betray Aimode.
The opponent's cruelty is obvious to all in Cherry City.
Because of this, David became more and more curious.
Who is that 'copycat'
Entering has the guts to 'blackmail' Aimode.
Does the other party have any handle on Aimode
If so, what would be the handle
The middle-aged sheriff silently guessed in his heart.
From the beginning to the end, the middle-aged sheriff was staring at Jason, and did not look at Cammy who lowered his head.
Naturally, he didn't notice the worry that flashed across Kami's face.
Two people shot at the same time
Dad is one.
Who is the other one
Is Dad in danger
Cammy thought almost subconsciously.
She wanted to control her expression, but it was impossible for Cammy, who had not received similar training, to control her expression, so she could only cover it up by bowing her head.
Jason turned his body slightly, and quietly let his tall and strong body completely cover Cammy.
"It doesn't look like you had a pleasant conversation this afternoon?"
The middle-aged sheriff, who was fruitless in his observations, began to test his words.
"Um."
"It's very clear that he will solve everything."
"but me?"
"It was luck that I met him."
"All I have to say is, Your Excellency, it's an honor to meet you."
Jason didn't deny it.
"Yes, Emmod's style."
The middle-aged sheriff laughed.
In addition to being cruel and merciless, Aimode's domineering style is also well known.
It's just that this time, Aimode obviously provoked the wrong person.
"Do you think Ahmaud's death has something to do with that 'copycat criminal'?"
asked the middle-aged sheriff.
"have no idea."
Jason shook his head curtly.
The middle-aged sheriff glanced at Jason, and after staring again for two or three seconds, a smile appeared on his face.
"Very well, I understand."
"If you need anything, call me."
The middle-aged police chief took out a business card as he spoke.
It says a separate call from the police call.
"OK."
Jason nodded and accepted the business card.
At this time, McCall walked over with Teri.
"Sheriff David, can I leave?"
McCall asked the middle-aged sheriff directly.
Obviously, the two parties know each other.
It's just... the relationship is not good.
Jason could see that when McCall walked over, David frowned directly. Although it was just a moment, it was still captured by Jason's keen vision.
"Of course not!"
"Detective McCall, I need you to cooperate with my investigation."
"Why are you here?"
"Please answer carefully, otherwise I will make a report and revoke your private detective certificate."
The middle-aged sheriff rarely restrained his smile, and said with a serious face.
"I'm here to eat, of course."
"Otherwise why?"
"Stir up trouble?"
"Don't be kidding, I won't provoke Aimode."
McCall asked deliberately.
"Better not."
"What about her?"
"who is she?"
The middle-aged sheriff pointed to Teri.
"She is my new assistant, and she just started her internship today, so you'd better not scare her."
McCall replied without blinking.
The middle-aged police chief looked suspiciously at Terry's immature face. Although Terry had already dressed up quite maturely, she was still too young, so small that people couldn't help but suspect it.
However, McCall immediately took out the documents he had prepared.
"This is her letter of employment, with a copy of her ID card on the back."
McCall handed the letter of employment to the middle-aged sheriff and said.
David carefully checked the employment letter, looked at the copy of Terri's ID card, and asked someone to check,
Eventually, when all was well, Davide allowed McCall to leave.
Jason naturally left together.
"Your Excellency Jason, please be careful of irrelevant people."
When Jason walked out of the restaurant, the middle-aged police chief reminded him.
"OK."
Jason complied.
"The sheriff seems wary of you?"
After walking hundreds of meters and confirming that there was no one around, Jason asked McCall.
"not me."
"That's true of all private investigators."
"Something happened before that made this sheriff very sensitive to private investigators."
"He's a nice guy, though."
McCall said.
Jason nodded noncommittally.
Cammy couldn't help it.
"Good guy?"
"I feel like he's a smiling fox."
"Malicious and treacherous."
Cammy said.
"Well... you feel right."
"He's a fox."
"But that doesn't conflict with him being a good guy."
McCall emphasized, and then looked at Jason.
"What do you think about Amoud?"
McCall seemed to trust Jason quite a bit, without any hesitation, let alone doubt, he asked simply.
"He messed with people he shouldn't have messed with."
As Jason said, he looked at the 3A apartment which was close at hand.
There was a strange look on his face.
…
After Brian settled his daughter in Jason's apartment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With Jason around, Brian believed his daughter was safe.
So…
Ahmed!
Brian's eyes turned cold.
His working life had taught him that the enemy was there to be eliminated.
And his post-retirement life reminded him that if he didn't want to live in self-blame, he had to get rid of Aimode.
Two very different lived experiences sounded the alarm.
Brian naturally didn't have any hesitation.
He walked out of the apartment, got into the car and went straight to Aymod's mansion.
After his lair was in ruins, he believed that Aimode would definitely go back.
Aimode's status in Cherry City does not allow him to 'collapse'.
Once there is a retreat, not to mention Emmod's enemies, even Jean's subordinates can't help tearing him apart.
This is the underground rule.
Of course, Ahmed will definitely be fully prepared.
So, before entering the neighborhood where rich people gathered, Brian threw the car directly in the alley by the side of the road.
He opened the trunk, and then pressed the hidden lock on one side.
Click!
With a crisp sound, a dark box opened.
Brian directly propped up the camera obscura, and under the faint moonlight, three pistols, a submachine gun, several magazines and five grenades were neatly placed inside.
It was a 'small arsenal' that Bryan carried with him.
Although there are no heavy weapons, the basic armament is sufficient.
Putting one of the two pistols on his waist and the other under his armpits, dismantling the magazines one by one into the lining, and hanging all the grenades in the hidden pocket on his waist, Brian picked up the He pulled out his submachine gun, pulled the bolt, and dived into the shadows.
…
John stood on the roof with his back leaning against a chimney. He hid his body behind and looked at the Almond mansion below.
John is no stranger to Ahmed.
Although he has never dealt with each other in a real sense, John is very familiar with the other party's name.
Of course, definitely not a good reputation.
John has heard several times what the other party has done in order to 'keep his business'.
However, at that time, he didn't care.
Because, he retired.
He has a wife, he needs a stable life, and must stay away from such darkness.
But an accident happened.
The death of his wife left him devastated.
Thankfully, his wife left him a last hope.
Daisy!
But now... Daisy is dead too.
Killed by the men of the bastard in front of him.
There must be some processes in the middle that he doesn't know.
But he can't control that much.
Hum, buzz!
The modified mobile phone at his waist vibrated slightly.
This kind of vibration can only be felt when it is actually touched, otherwise, it is impossible to detect it at all, let alone hear it. Withdrawing his body, John took out his mobile phone.
There is no backlight at all, and the words on it can only be seen clearly by the moonlight.
*****: You can't do that!
The anonymous name warns John.
John replied with a cold face—
tell them!
Tell everyone!
Who dares to stop me!
J!
Kill them all!
After replying, John put away his mobile phone and picked up the sniper rifle on the side.
…
Ahmed looked at his house with a gloomy face.
Until he left in the afternoon, the house was a well-deserved mansion.
And now
It's just a dilapidated building!
No!
Ragged is not enough to describe it!
It should be... ruins!
Anger was mixed with killing intent, impacting on Aimode's rationality.
You know, this mansion is not only the proof that he stepped into the 'high society', but also one of his secret bases.
Compared with those bases outside, this base located in the rich area has natural advantages.
Even those annoying policemen will not come here to patrol here at will.
Therefore, he put enough important things here.
Classy goods!
besides…
collect!
Thinking of the latter, Aimode's face became more and more gloomy.
Compared with his collection, this mansion and those goods are nothing at all.
The mansion is gone, you can buy it again.
The goods are gone, you can find them again.
But those favorites are gone...
That is tantamount to depriving him of his final hope!
This is unacceptable to Emily.
As for the dead men
As long as there is money, there are as many such men as there are on the streets.
He doesn't care at all.
Even Asa, his so-called number one subordinate, is the same.
It's just a slightly easier-to-use 'tool man'. As long as you are willing to spend more money, you can't find such a person.
But his collections are different.
Taking a deep breath, Aimode waved to the people around him.
"Dig for me!"
Emily ordered.
Although the ruins in front of him told him that his collections were basically finished, Aimode did not give up.
None of Aimode's subordinates around dared to defy his boss, except for a team of bodyguards, everyone took action.
Some people took out shovels and other tools from the trunk of the car, while others simply dug with their hands. They hoped that their "hard work" would attract the attention of their bosses.
Too bad it didn't work at all.
In Aimode's eyes, these people in front of him are the same as the subordinates who died before.
They are all 'tool people'!
'Tool people' have nothing to worry about, especially if these 'tool people' don't behave well.
"Sir, you need some diggers and professional help."
The old housekeeper suggested in a low voice.
"Well, you go to contact."
When Aimode faced the old butler, his tone eased a lot.
The old butler in front of him is different from those 'tool men'.
It is another proof that he entered the 'high society'.
It was he who paid a lot of money to hire.
Best of all, this old butler works great.
It is a useful tool man.
Just like this time, just a phone call can get everything done.
"The so-called 'Steward League' is really good."
"There are no disadvantages except that it is expensive."
After seeing the old butler nodding to him, Aimode couldn't help thinking.
It's not that he hasn't tried the idea of the 'Steward League', but if it fails, he cannot bear the consequences.
So, he endured.
But for the person who destroyed his mansion, Aimode couldn't bear it anymore.
"Wait!"
"I'll find you soon!"
"Then put you..."
Ahmed whispered to himself, but before he finished speaking, he felt a palpitation.
Years of gang life made him shrank almost instinctively, hiding behind a bodyguard.
Emmod's movements were quite fast.
but!
Bullets are faster!
Bang, bang!
There were two gunshots almost in no particular order.
Two bullets, one aimed at the heart and the other at the head.
Almost at the same time, Aimode was hit.
The large-caliber sniper rifle directly opened a hole in Aimode's chest, while the submachine gun's bullets tore Aimode's head in half.
thump!
Aimode's body, like a tattered doll, just fell to the ground.
"assassin!"
"There are assassins!"
Around, Aimode's bodyguards and subordinates shouted loudly.
Some of the quickest ones were looking for the shooter.
But such a quick reaction caused them to suffer a catastrophe.
Bang, bang, bang!
John, who was squatting on the house, started the roll call one by one.
He said, kill them all.
That is to really kill them all!
The gunshot this time finally allowed the people below to lock on the assassin's position.
One by one, they aimed at John while looking for cover.
At this moment, Brian, who was hiding in the shadows, glanced at the sniper on the roof in surprise. He didn't know John, but he knew that this was a good opportunity.
An opportunity to wipe out the backbone of Aimode's forces in one fell swoop.
Ahmed is dead, and his daughter is generally safe.
But it's not safe!
There is still a certain probability that he will be retaliated against!
But what if Aimode and the backbone of Aimode's force are all dead
That is of course safe and worry-free!
Almost without hesitation, Brian pulled the trigger of the submachine gun, and at the same time, he threw grenades one after another.
Da da da!
Boom, boom!
The sound of submachine guns was quickly covered by the explosion of grenades.
These bodyguards and subordinates of Aimode were directly stunned.
They were concentrating on aiming at John, all their attention was on the roof, and they didn't expect someone to attack behind them.
A group of people were caught off guard!
More importantly, John on the roof also threw grenades one after another.
Boom boom boom!
After a series of explosions, Aymod's bodyguards and subordinates on the ground suffered heavy casualties.
Then, John and Brian seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection, and started shooting with a single shot, reaping the lives of these scumbags.
To ordinary people, these subordinates of Aimode are vicious and fierce, and they are all people who dare not provoke them.
But for John and Brian, they are amateurs among amateurs.
Especially in the first two rounds of attacks, the amateur who was completely stunned faced the top existence of the two professionals, that was a one-sided massacre, and there was no room for resistance.
A few minutes later, there was a sound of gunfire.
The bodyguards and subordinates belonging to Aimode on the ground have been swept away.
The looming sound of sirens appeared in the distance.
After John and Brian looked at each other in the air, the former turned over and disappeared on the roof, while the latter hid in the shadows.
When the police car felt it, the whole scene was littered with dead bodies.
Only the old housekeeper was left standing there blankly.
Hunter reported to David while running out of the car.
"Sheriff!"
"Aymood is dead!"
…
Jason and McCall are side by side.
Cammy and Teri walked behind, chatting in low voices from time to time.
The general content is hobbies, shopping, shopping and the like.
When the two talked about a bag of the season, Jason couldn't help turning his head to look at the two girls.
If he didn't know what happened to the two of them, Jason would have thought that they had just returned from shopping.
A woman's heart is really big.
Jason thought silently.
Then, he couldn't help but glance at McCall.
At this time, McCall also looked sad but seemed to have some memories.
"Never mess with a woman."
McCall whispered in a voice only he and Jason could hear.
Jason nodded slightly.
Then, the two looked at 3-13 at the same time.
Jason could clearly hear the breathing of the two people in the room, which was quite familiar.
McCall's hand involuntarily reached for the pistol at his waist.
Jason waved his hand.
"acquaintance."
Jason said such words, directly took out the key and opened the door.
In the room, John and Brian sat face to face on the sofa, both observing and guarding.
The two never thought that they would meet again after only leaving for less than an hour in front of Emmoder's mansion.
Fortunately, when confirming that the other party is Jason, both of them maintained considerable restraint.
The two were waiting quietly.
Waiting for Jason's return.
Therefore, when the door opened, the eyes of the two looked together.
Jason stepped in.
McCall followed suit.
Cammy and Terry, who were one step behind, didn't come in immediately.
For a moment, there were only four men in the room, Jason, John, Brian and McCall.
The four looked at each other.
Then, they each pulled out the right number of sofa chairs and sat down around the round coffee table.
The four looked at each other.
Perceive the similar but different breath between each other.
Surprise and thought appeared in each of them's eyes.
After about ten seconds of silence, John, Brian, and McCall all focused on Jason.
This is Jason's room.
Even if it is rented, it is the same.
Naturally, Jason should speak first.
Jason didn't shirk. He rested his elbows on the armrest, his thumbs under his chin, and the remaining eight fingers crossed to cover his mouth. The voice came from between his hands.
"Everyone, do you think that everything that happened so far...is a coincidence?"