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Seagulls brushed over the waves splashed on the reef, and wandered in groups on the blue sea. Ships docked at the pier, and with the slight ups and downs of the water waves, row after row of buildings and houses extended to the streets and alleys, and a car with a crooked bumper The old car was parked near the public toilet used by tourists.
In the cab, Wang Ruhu took the pen he just bought and wrote down a name named Wiltson on a booklet, and also drew a big cross behind another Vlandian name.
The third name, Australian kangaroo, has no name, probably only has a nickname. It will be his third prey. He traveled from Chihuahua West and killed so many drug dealers. The patrolling police on board saw the license plate number of the United States, and they didn't even mean to stop and interrogate.
In Kema's words, this country is rotten to the root. Some of the drug dealers are from cia, and our license plate number is from the United States, which is indirectly equal to cia. They dare not asketc.
"It has been confirmed, sir."
A figure came out of the toilet, walked around the front of the car, opened the door and sat in the passenger driver. Kema fiddled with the phone, imitating Wang Ruhu's expression, and waved his fist twice.
"I just spent some money, and I found out from a drug dealer that there is a boat going to Honiara in the Solomon Islands today. At that time, we can cross the sea from there to Australia and look for the kangaroo!"
From time to time on the street, cars honked their horns and passed by. Wang Ruhu, who drew a horizontal line on the word kangaroo with a pen, was silent for a while. People, waving a fly swatter and lying on the counter in a bored bakery woman, pulled her mother up and down and pointed at the clown holding a few bunches of colorful balloons in front of her.
After a while, he opened his mouth slowly and interrupted the Mexican man who was talking excitedly beside him.
"Kerma, you can't go on with me anymore. For the rest of the money, you can take whatever you want. Go to the United States or stay in Mexico, it's up to you."
Over there, there was a man with a smile who was stunned for a moment.
"That's right, when you get there, you don't need a translator or a tour guide." Kema didn't talk too much, went to the trunk and took a big backpack and sat in the back row, swaying towards the back in front.
"Look, I've been prepared for a long time. This is what you said, and I will count as much as I take."
The two luggage bags piled up in the back seat were bulging, and when they opened the zipper, the stacks of beautiful knives slid off the pedals. Kema picked up a few stacks and kissed them, and stuffed them into the backpack excitedly, "Are you The most generous employer I have ever met . . . sir."
After stuffing away a stack, he couldn't help asking: "Do you really don't need me to accompany you? You see, when you arrive in Australia, you always need someone to take care of your basic necessities, right? Wouldn't it be more pompous to have a servant? "
In front, Wang Ruhu didn't answer, so Kema shrugged his shoulders, stuffed his backpack a few times, and tried again.
"I'm leaving, then I'm leaving?"
"Let's go." The generous back raised his hand, "Alone, you have to be careful of cia, didn't you say that Mexico is also their base."
"Understood. By the way, sir, I think it might be faster to fly."
After finishing speaking, Kema opened the car door and came out with a smile still on his face, but he could tell that what Wang Ruhu meant just now was very obvious. If there was a cia nearby, it was very likely that he would intercept it halfway. He was not as invulnerable as Wang Ruhu The body, if one is accidentally shot by a stray bullet, the death may be more dangerous than him dragging a box of beautiful knives wandering the streets of Mexico.
Soon, he waved to the starting car, watched the car drive into the driveway, and then disappeared at the intersection in front of him. The sun was shining brightly on the streets and alleys. Standing beside the man dragging his luggage on the side of the street, above the green trees, the red brick walls On the building, in an open window, men in black gathered in twos and threes.
"It seems that the other party has noticed us."
Asasterman standing in front of the window, after a period of psychotherapy, finally drove away the lingering inhuman horror of that day.
Like a gentleman again, he wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, and looked at the sun at noon complaining.
"The season in Mexico is really hard to like."
"This time, how many people did you bring to catch him?" The NSA agent named Nathan asked with his head tilted.
"What's the use of having more people? Is it still like last time? Tanks can't stop him, but fighter jets can be used, and the opponent won't stand still waiting for you."
"So? I want to know your plan."
"The situation has come to such a?, it is related to Cia's face, this time, the Liberty Watcher should also be sent out, it is best to know whether he is taking a ship or an airplane, of course it is random, as long as he is not given enough room to move, it will be a big deal for both halves. Injury, sinking into the sea, or being buried in an air crash are all good answers. "
Hearing the answer, Nathan, who owns the Mediterranean Sea, rubbed his palms with satisfaction.
"HeheI like your unscrupulous methods. But"
He looked at the subordinates in black suits rushing out of the window from downstairs, "But I'm still not sure about that person, because I'm afraid that he still won't die, and he will start reckless revenge later on, that's what makes people headache. You know that the United States has never been attacked on its own soil, and if it makes the United States feel a headache because of one person, it will be very troublesome, very troublesome!"
While speaking, some men had already gone down the street, stopped Kema, who was dragging his luggage out of a long section, and brought him back to the building from the outside with a gun.
"Don't be afraid of the trouble behind, Nathan." Asasterman turned around with his hands behind his back, and looked at the Mexican man who was being escorted outside the door, with a gentleman's smile on his face.
"We solve problems."
Over there, Kema had his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the CIA agents coming and going around him in panic, as well as his own backpack, and told them not to look through it distressedly.
"There is some money in it. That person gave it to me. I think you all know that he killed a vicious drug lord. He robbed the rich and gave to the poor. I am the poor man!"
A few yells naturally couldn't stop a white man from performing his duties, so Kema could only look at the two men opposite.
"I was sent by Chief Chicago Cia Smith to Mexico as an eyeliner for drug dealers. You can't treat me like this, at least you can't make me look like a prisoner, gentlemen. I will pay taxes on the money when I return to the United States. ensure!"
"Very good, Kemar."
Asasterman also seemed to know everything about the humble Mexican in front of him, patted him on the shoulder, and then pressed down heavily.
"You can take this money back to the United States and enjoy it. You just need to tell me, is that person going to leave by boat or by plane? Where is he going? And the last question, what is he going to do to kill those people? One is who."
"this"
Feeling the weight on his shoulders, Kema hesitated, looking at the big hand on his left shoulder, "I don't know muchhe seems to have a list, but he won't show it to me, the next destination It's Australia, and he'll fly away, sir."
"Very good, are you sure?"
"Sure."
"Well, you can go."
Satisfied with the other party's answer and humble demeanor, Asasterman waved the man away, took out a handkerchief and wiped the hand that had just patted the other party's shoulder, and summoned his subordinates.
"Strictly monitor the port docks and keep the Freedom Watchers on standby."
"yes!"
An agent left, and Nathan, who was standing next to the man, frowned: "Didn't the Mexican man say he was going to take a plane?"
Asasterman poured a glass of wine from the house and took a sip.
"Have you forgotten? This man is good at fighting in jungles and mountains, and he is naturally good at anti-reconnaissance. The Mexican man said he would take a plane, so he will definitely take a plane?"
"What if he predicts you?"
"I'm also predicting him, Nathan, I trust my intuition! Or, you go to the airport and wait to see who is more accurate!"
The man named Nathan touched the top of his bright head, blew his beard and stared at his partner who was enjoying the wine slowly, called a group of people angrily, and left with him. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com