Chapter 740 Do You Want to Hold a Grudge Like This?

In the evening, in the apartment opposite the Peace Hotel, the unlucky FBI agent Timmons was tied to his bed in a very shameful position.

Bob Leeswager, the framed super sniper, was sitting in front of the TV, watching the hospital scenes scrolling inside, as well as his own photo and name frozen at the bottom of the TV screen.

At this time, Bob was lucky. The attack of a super rich man reduced his pressure to the minimum. Although he was still wanted, the effect was obviously not very good.

At least I went to a place called "Pluto Pharmacy Chain" to buy something. The salesperson there not only didn't recognize me, but also winked and hinted that I wanted some "legal" marijuana.

This makes Bob, who has lived in seclusion in the mountains away from the crowd for a long time, very uncomfortable!

After unremitting efforts, Timmons finally got rid of the smelly socks in his mouth. Just when he was about to curse a few curse words, Bob placed the pistol on the coffee table in front of him...

Looking at Bob with a cold expression, Timmons said nervously: "Hey, hey, Mr. Sniper, the best thing you can do now is to cooperate with me. You can go to the FBI's New York headquarters with me.

Well, I can prove that you weren't the one who fired the gun. "

Bob looked at this FBI agent who looked like a loser with a strange expression, and said: "Can you prove it? How can you prove it? My gun is right there, maybe there are my fingerprints on it, and two policemen broke in. I was right next to the gun."

Timmons struggled distressedly, and then discovered that the sniper's knotting technique was very professional, and he could not get rid of the rope no matter how hard he struggled.

Seeing Bob's strange gaze, Timmons sighed helplessly and said, "I have been monitoring you, in the apartment opposite where you are standing.

It only takes less than 15 seconds from the time you start running towards the shooting room to the time the gunfire sounds.

No one can hit a target 2,000 meters away under those circumstances. Isn’t this reason enough? "

After hearing this, Bob walked to the bed with a strange smile on his face. He looked at Timmons with a "pleasant" smile on his face, and punched him hard in the stomach, folding him up. , letting out a cry of pain.

Timmons was extremely uncomfortable and struggled to get rid of the rope. Bob's heavy punch just hit his stomach, which made him feel that his entire abdomen was churned into a ball, and a large amount of gastric juice began to surge towards him. his own throat.

When Timmons realized that everything was in vain, he looked at Bob angrily and shouted: "What are you doing? I want to help you, I am willing to fucking testify for you..."

Looking at Timmons who was extremely uncomfortable, Bob spread his hands and said with a smile: "So you shot me when you knew I was not the murderer.

Is this your personal habit, or is it a tradition of yours at the FBI? "

Timmons was stunned for a moment, sighed helplessly, and said uncomfortably: "I have just been released from nearly half a year of "imprisonment." Well, I'm a little nervous.

Besides, you looked really scary at that time. That was my instinctive reaction. This is a habit I developed in this place.

In this place, if you rush towards someone like yesterday, then you can probably understand me..."

As he spoke, Timmons encouraged him with a weird expression: "Really, if you don't believe me, you can give it a try, just go downstairs and find someone to rush towards him and try!

You can try to find a guy who seems to talk the best, such as the Chinese cook in the restaurant opposite, or anyone else you think is harmless...

Man, I really didn’t mean to shoot you. This was a bad misunderstanding caused by law enforcement habits and living habits. Believe me, as long as you are willing to cooperate with me, I will clear your name.

Please let me go, I've been lying on this wet bed for 12 hours. "

Bob squinted his eyes and looked at the FBI agent who was acting very shameless. After thinking about it, he smiled and cut the rope around Timmons and said, "You can try to escape. My marksmanship has actually deteriorated a lot." Da, you should work up the courage to give it a try!”

The untied Timmons screamed strangely and rushed into the bathroom with his pants, completely ignoring Bob's threats. Don't say that he was really innocent. Even if he was the gunman, Timmons would not dare to take his baby. Risk your life. Are you kidding, your marksmanship has deteriorated?

Timmons stayed in the bathroom for nearly half an hour and had changed out of his clothes when he came out.

Holding a towel and wiping the water on his head vigorously, Timmons looked at Bob who was sitting on the sofa watching TV and said, "You can use my phone to order takeout or something like that. Aren't you hungry?"

Bob glanced at Timmons, who had regained his composure, and said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Timmons spread his hands inexplicably and said, "Do I look gay?"

Bob glanced at the somewhat old door and said with a smile: "This way I can decide whether to shoot the man who comes to see you."

Timmons was stunned for a moment when he heard some movement at the door. He rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Don't do this. If you shoot here, I guarantee you won't be able to wait until the day you are innocent! "

As he spoke, Timmons came to the door of the apartment under Bob's wary gaze and opened the door without hesitation.

A tall and thin young man stood up awkwardly from eavesdropping, looked at Timmons who was wrapped in a bath towel, and said, "Did I come at the wrong time? Your scheduled time to clean the room has come, but you this……"

As he spoke, the young man stretched his head and glanced at Bob's side face sitting on the sofa, then looked at Timmons with a strange expression and said, "Is that your boyfriend? Do you still want to clean today?"

Make sure you agree in advance that if there are any strange things in your room, I will charge extra! "

Timmons shook his head in annoyance and didn't want to explain anything. He picked up his wallet from the entrance cabinet beside him, took out twenty yuan and stuffed it into the young man's hand, and said: "Robin, my man, seeing as I am you now For the sake of being the only customer, go buy me a big pizza, some Coke or something, and the rest will be your tip!”

Robin unhappily took the twenty dollars handed over by Timmons and said, "I am developing new customers..."

Timmons interrupted Robin with a wave of his hand and said, "Come on, besides me and Harvey from SHIELD, who would ask you to clean the house?

Now that Harvey has brought his wife over, I'm your only client.

For God's sake and for the sake of the tip, go buy me a pizza, otherwise, if you don't delay your homework, that handsome John will come to trouble me. "

After sending away the part-time cleaning boy Robin, Timmons returned to the room, sat down on the sofa next to Bob, and then said: "Look, I proved my sincerity.

I can really help you, this is the big case that will get me back in the office! "

Bob glanced at Timmons, who was very "utilitarian", thought for a while, picked up a pen from the coffee table, wrote a long list of codes on a note, handed it to Timmons, and then said : "This is the chassis number on the car of the guy who came to me. Many people's license plates may be fake, but they are too lazy to change the chassis number.

If you really want to help me, look up the chassis number, they say it's a "Langley" car, but I doubt it now.

I need to know who is setting me up, otherwise I won’t be able to escape from this matter!”

Timmons took a look at the note, nodded in agreement and said: "These are not difficult..."

As he spoke, Timmons pointed to the dense electronic tools around him and said with a smile: "I can access the FBI's internal network here. If this number exists, I can find out who its owner is."

Bob stretched out his hand to signal, then stood up and walked to the window, looking at the roadside below. The young man named Robin just now was standing in front of an old black man and pointing at him.

It wasn't until the old black man patted him on the shoulder that Robin happily ran to the door of the restaurant across the street, bumped his fists with a young black man with a terrible scar on his face, and then waved and followed a man lying under the sign. The giant wolf said hello and then pushed a bicycle and left quickly.

Bob glanced back at Timmons, who was already busy. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he was surprised to see two children, a boy and a girl, running out of an alley next to the restaurant opposite. One child obviously should only appear in documentaries. The little triceratops chased behind them "humming hummingly".

Bob couldn't help but looked at Timmons and asked, "Where is this place? Did I miss something?"

Timmons looked at Bob, who was indeed a country bumpkin, and said, "This is Hell's Kitchen. Haven't you heard of this place?"

Seeing Bob's hesitant expression, Timmons said contemptuously: "So, have you heard of the "Manhattan Tomahawk"?"

Bob frowned and looked at Timmons and said, "I just live in the mountains, but that doesn't mean I don't watch the news. "Exposing" those lies is how I pass my time.

What does the "Manhattan Tomahawk" have to do with this?

The child just now reported the situation here to an old black man. A triceratops chased two children and ran out of an alley.

There is also a giant wolf about the size of a lion at the door of the restaurant opposite..."

Timmons curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "Everyone who comes here for the first time will have the doubts you have now, just get used to it!

I'm being ordered to monitor the restaurant across the street, and Robin is reporting my situation to my landlord, which is nothing..."

Bob looked at the hapless Timmons with a strange look on his face and said, "Are you really the FBI? Is the FBI such a bad guy?"

As he spoke, Bob seemed to have thought of something and said, "Don't tell me you are spying on the "Manhattan Tomahawk"! The FBI is actually spying on superheroes?"

Timmons shook his head helplessly, looking at his extremely bad kennel, he sighed and said: "Yes, but we usually call him "Principal Alvin", he is very easy to talk to!

In fact, Principal Alvin is the source of all the strange things here, but we are all used to it! "

As he spoke, Timmons looked at Bob and said seriously: "It's very safe for you here, at least no one here will call the police to arrest you.

But don’t show any hostility to the people here, especially the children opposite..."

Bob was stunned for a moment, glanced out the window at a few children laughing and playing on the roadside, then looked at Timmons and said: "You think if I deliberately exposed my feet, would those who framed me dare to come here to kill me and silence me?" ?”

Timmons said while operating the computer: "It depends on the level of the person who framed you.

If their minds were clear, they wouldn't come here to trouble you.

Well, this group of people are very professional in their frame-up methods, and they should be considered as clear-minded people, so you should be safe here. "

Bob shook his head in disappointment and said: "Then I can only let you drive out for a walk. This is a bit troublesome and difficult to ensure safety..."

Timmons looked at Bob with a strange expression in horror and said, "What do you mean? You want me to go out for a walk? Do you mean those who framed you will come to me?"

Bob looked at the horrified Timmons, nodded naturally, and said, "Of course, the other party showed me the chassis number on his own initiative.

This should be the "touchstone" for those people. As long as someone touches that chassis number, they will be traced, especially if I am not dead yet..."

Timmons looked at the vehicle information that popped up on the monitor in front of him. He swallowed back a curse word the moment he blurted it out. An ace reconnaissance sniper with a straight face could easily calm down a loser agent.

"Dude, I just shot you..."