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"No!" The 'General''s voice was very loud. He hugged two women on his left and right, and swayed towards No. Repeter with the smell of alcohol all over his body. "Has the vacation drained your strength?! Today Without one... "The 'General''s eyes were full of desire, scanning the women around him.
"You'd better save it." Nuo smiled, patted the 'General's face, and looked at the two women who tried their best to keep the 'General' from lying drunk at the door of the bar, "Fifty dollars, bet You’ll be asleep in ten minutes!”
Seemingly being questioned about his ability, the 'General' immediately cheered up, "You're going to lose!" He looked around, as if making an evaluation, "At least eleven minutes!"
Nuo smiled and shook his head, motioning to the two women to quickly carry the drunk and unconscious guy away.
"Wait, wait!" The 'General' was dragged by the two women he chose. He looked back at Nuo with a lewd smile on his face, "Thank you for the gift!"
Nuo waved his hand helplessly. It was too easy for people to misunderstand. The two women beside the 'general' were not gifts from him. While leaving Barton City, taking a half-vacation and half-work, he accidentally found a 'little' gadget. That happened to be something the 'general' liked, so he bought it and brought it back to the 'general' as a gift.
As for what the 'General' likes, remember that basement weapons depot he showed Benjamin. Thanks to No, there's another vintage semi-automatic rifle in there.
As soon as Nuo came back, he put down his courtesy at home and came to attend their regular gathering. Unfortunately, the two Grande brothers were absent today. He curiously asked why, but no one seemed to know why.
Nuo still has some things to deal with when he returns home. So he didn't drink much and stayed sober. I stood at the door and said goodbye to each of my friends, shook my head, and walked to my car while thinking about how to deal with the next thing.
He was upset when he thought about Quest being so aggressive and offending a bunch of big shots. He really didn't want to take on this volunteer job. But there was no way. Even though he had told Zach that the favor he owed to Quest's father had been repaid, favors were really not that easy to liquidate.
Nuo put his hands on the steering wheel, thinking. What should Smith do? Sending Neil and Daphne out of Barton to hide like this will definitely not escape Smith's eye. If you offend Smith, you will offend all the big shots in the West District!
Nuo shook his head irritably, but he had to do it. You must hurry up, while Smith is currently unhappy about the acquisition of Yuri, and this is the only opportunity to let Nuo hope that Smith will not find out that he did it.
Becky's neon glow enveloped No's minivan. This is a favorite of detectives. The back compartment is filled with various equipment, including radios, cameras, weapons... and even a foldable bed that can be unfolded. Most of the time at work, the trunk is No's home.
The colorful light blew through the car window, and Nuo turned the steering wheel and drove toward the southeast. His real home was in Knoll. After being away for more than a week, he didn't worry about his furniture and belongings being eroded by the hot and humid beach. Nuo, who has relatively good financial resources, has a housemaid.
Before coming to the party. The fat maid also reported apologetically that she held two reading groups in Nuo's house. A woman who had just lost her son drank all of No's stock of wine.
Nuo didn't mind too much, since it was all given by 'General' anyway. If 'General' liked the gift he gave this time, his wine cabinet would soon be replenished.
The neon lights on Bech Street gradually became sparse. Signs of construction are beginning to become apparent. At the southeast end of Bache Street, after several transitional blocks, is the Municipal Square, surrounded by the city hall and the courthouse. A little further east is the Barton Police Department. Beqi is actually a very convenient location, with both life and entertainment available.
It was only during the war that Becky began to become "crooked". Fortunately, Reapter High School in the east and the city hall in the southeast intercepted this crooked trend, and now it is starting to be rectified from these two ends toward the northwest.
Nuo accidentally became distracted and worried about the future of the bar. Nuo Ke didn't want his group to end up partying at the General's shabby bar. Of course, everyone must understand that it is too inconvenient for such a group of people in gray professional circles to go to a place like the Lister Hotel where they can meet their employers at any time, and there will be a conflict of interest.
Nuo shook his head. He realized that he was deliberately distracted and did not want to face things that he had to face. For example, when he returned, his answering machine must have been filled with Quest's messages. 'Hey, Quest, why is this kid so troublesome! Nuo thought and increased the accelerator.
Completely away from the hustle and bustle of Beqi, driving on the calm streets, you can already hear the subtle sound of waves in the night.
Nuo made a decision quickly. He had already taken care of all the affairs outside of Barton. Tonight, after explaining the situation to Quest, he would quickly open up the relationship with the South District Nursing Home and get Neil and Dai Feini out. You can try asking Grande in the Southern District if there is any method. After all, they are all in the Southern District.
Nuo vaguely remembered that the old Grande had some contacts with the nursing home. He wondered if the current Grande still had this relationship.
I hope Zach and the others are willing to help. After all, they are in a gray area and are hired 'helpers'. They should not have any position. Providing a clue is nothing. But Nuo still decided not to say anything that shouldn't be said. If Zach was smart enough, he wouldn't ask more questions.
Confused thoughts kept bothering Nuo Dao home. He became irritated and turned off the engine and pulled out the key. Not even bothering to park the car in the garage, he opened the door, jogged across the driveway, jumped onto the front porch, fished out the key and inserted it into the door lock.
Before the hand holding the key turned, the door opened a crack.
Nuo was stunned for a moment. The light from the street lamp in the front yard had no effect on the dark room. Nuo looked at the dark crack in the door. He stopped thinking about anything and quickly backed away while squatting down!
Bang!
The sound of breakdown and wood splintering sounded above Nuo's head!
A short and thick steel thorn penetrated directly from the middle of the door, passed Nuo's sight, wiped his hair and continued to fly back!
Nuo's body still considered the width of the front porch while retreating. He already had one foot on the stairs and quickly bent over and turned around.
Amidst the buzzing sound of the steel strings vibrating, the steel thorn penetrated the wooden door again and shot out! But Nuo had already stepped on the front lawn, rolled forward, and quickly approached his van!
boom!
The steel spikes were driven into the side of the van. Nuo didn't dare to waste any time. He had already thrown away the house key in his hand. He held the key to the carriage in his hand and quickly opened the door! This is Nuo’s other home!
Nuo moved very quickly, completely ignoring the continuous bangs coming from the side of the car, and jumped onto the trunk! In the dark compartment, Nuo groped on the wall of the compartment very familiarly. He tore off a whole piece of baffle that was completely integrated with the car. Amidst the metallic click, he didn't know what the middle-aged detective tore off!
Amidst the brief noise, Nuo was already lying down behind the seat. The slender barrel of the gun poked out from between the seats and pointed in the direction of his door outside the car window. Nuo's finger pressed lightly, the slight sound of the trigger and the slight vibration of the gunshot were heard in the dark carriage, and there was only one sound, 'poof'!
There is a small hole in the window. Nuo's eyes were fixed on the direction of the door through the scope, not daring to relax.
boom! !
The glass of the front window was completely shattered by the piercing steel thorn!
One side of Nuo's body was completely hidden behind the seat, staring at the steel spike fixed directly on the back door of the carriage! There was a cold light shining through the darkness. Nuo's brows furrowed. The steel thorns fired from the garage were enough to penetrate any part of his body!
With a sullen face, Nuo dropped the gun in his hand and pulled off the baffle on the other side of the compartment wall. Without even looking, he unloaded another handle just by feeling, and the sound of metal dragging resounded in the car. Nuo casually pushed aside the bullet belt in front of him, still leaning on the back of the seat, placed the gun directly in front of the backrest with one hand, and pulled the trigger.
A tight, harsh critical strike sounded!
Nuo's expression did not change. He had countless ways to get rid of his current crime. What was important now was not this, but getting rid of these thugs who were hiding in his home without any clue!
Nuo's finger was released from the trigger. He only waited for a moment, and the reverberation of the explosion was not completely silent. He quickly turned around, crossed the gap between the seats, and jumped back into the driver's seat!
The key in his hand was inserted, the gun in his left hand was placed on the steering wheel, facing the empty front window, Nuo pulled the trigger again!
The roar of the engine was completely masked by the dense explosion. When the dial suddenly turned to the end, Nuo's eyes fell on the Hermann logo on the steering wheel. Really proud of Barton. Nuo curled his lips, pushed down the reverse gear with his right hand, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom!
In the driveway, the harsh friction sound actually broke through the dense gunfire. Nuo's van was like a rampaging brick. The rear of the van knocked over the front yard fence and swerved with a harsh grinding sound. Nuo glanced sideways at his home one last time, dropped the gun with his left hand and straightened the steering wheel. He clicked the gears with his right hand, twitched the corner of his mouth, and disappeared into the street.
The night wind near the seaside flowed into the car without any hindrance, making the equipment in Nuo's other home rattle.
Nuo casually took away the torn off baffle and stood it in front of his face, blocking the air flow's 'attack'. He frowned and looked in the rearview mirror. The thing actually survived. At this time, a steel spike fixed on the rear door was reflected in it.
Nuo thought for a while, but had no idea, so he looked left and right at the road. 'It's better to go to the General's place to sleep first. ’ He thought, otherwise with the shape of his car, he would be in trouble if he was stopped by the patrolling police. In the southeast, it's easy to just shirk someone. It's so convenient. ("Barton's Fantasy Chronicles" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign on the upper right "Add Friend", and search the public Number "qdread" and pay attention, hurry up!)(..)