Chapter 337 Observer? Sniper

Luke: ...Am I being flirted with? But this time is not right.

He reluctantly used the corner of his eyes to observe the Toyota sedan at the corner of the alley more than 30 meters away.

Selena: "Luke, you have changed! You actually sang to me the hobby in your heart openly."

Luke muttered in his heart: Acting! It's acting, understand?

Selena also complained about this, and did not continue to mock him.

It's fishing time, and it's too much to think of the wired communication system as a chat tool.

A few minutes later, Selena reminded: "Palmer's car came out, exit B2."

Luke got up and walked unhurriedly towards the parking lot exit.

Almost at the same time, he noticed that the Toyota sedan also moved.

Luke narrowed his eyes.

The parking lot exit can't be seen here, so these two... also have insiders to provide information? Or are there people around who help them watch the wind and report the exit?

The problem with the insider is not big, it is the DEA's own internal affairs, and the DEA without the insider of the drug gang is not the DEA.

But if there is an observer, he has to be careful.

Not to mention the change of meeting Bullseye, as long as it is a retired veteran or a special police sniper, the situation will be very dangerous.

"Selena, put the two monitors on the roof above the surrounding buildings to search for possible observers." He shook his throat and said.

"Understood, it has been adjusted. In addition, I also called the surveillance on both sides to check the location of the surrounding streets." Selena replied.

Luke hummed and continued to move towards the entrance.

He walked in a straight line, passing by a path of landscape trees on the edge of a small square.

The Toyota sedan was about to round a corner and veered toward the parking lot exit.

He was walking on the hypotenuse of the triangle, but the other side was taking an L-shaped route, and the actions of the two had a strange sense of coordination.

He was also just on the side of the exit when the car arrived near exit B2.

"To the northeast, in the gray apartment building on the 12th floor, the third window from the left on the 10th floor is abnormal." Selena's voice sounded.

Luke shook his head, jumped forward on the path, and swept his eyes there.

His sharp eyesight allowed him to vaguely see a little reflection.

lens? Telescope or scope? He muttered inwardly.

"Selena, call Palmer and ask her to wait five minutes before coming out. I'll go see the guy on the tenth floor." Luke said.

The apartment building in the northeast where there are suspected ambushers is on the left front of the B2 exit, but the shooting range will be blocked by a row of landscape trees at the exit.

Only Palmer was exposed to the best range of fire from the ambush when he veered off the short road from the exit.

No one knew how much time a woman would take to leave after get off work, not to mention a beauty like Palmer.

It was normal for her to apply makeup to herself in the parking lot, and the five-minute delay should not have caused the ambush gunmen to be alert.

Of course, the beautiful Palmer must be involved in the interrogation later.

Taking other people as bait, even for her own good, did not let her take risks, but this credit still has to be divided.

Luke went straight through Exit B2 and headed northeast.

However, his route of action was under the shade of landscape trees, and the close-fitting alloy body armor he put on when he came out on duty.

He rushed into the apartment building more than 200 meters away in two minutes. He didn't wait for the elevator, and went straight forward quickly in the stairwell. He took out a fake mobile phone in his hand and turned on the electronic monitoring function.

If the other party is playing sniping, their technical and tactical level cannot be underestimated. Maybe they also play high-tech.

This is an old-fashioned apartment building. Of course, there will be no surveillance in the stairwell. Luke burst out with superhuman strength and agility. It only took 30 seconds to get to the tenth floor, which is faster than waiting for the elevator.

Or he should be careful about the floor of the old-fashioned apartment building, not making too much noise, or he will rush up in ten seconds.

On the tenth floor, Luke took a deep breath.

A mixed smell of gun oil and gunpowder was quickly caught by him.

Even if the person has taken a bath, it cannot be completely eliminated.

He silently approached the door, stopped again on the side for a few seconds, and quickly determined that the door was not closed, and the position of the man in the room.

Luke slammed the door lock with one hand.

With a bang, the door lock flew in as if it had been hit by a hammer, and the wooden door also slammed open.

A baseball suddenly appeared in his hand, turned into a white shadow with a swoosh, and hit the head of a person who just turned his head three meters away.

boom!

This man's body and head only twisted half a circle, then his head slanted and collapsed on the long dining table.

Luke quickly stepped forward, took out the handcuffs, cut the man's hands backwards, handcuffed him, and then checked the things on his body, and found a walkie-talkie.

He took out the fake mobile phone and took a close-up of the guy's face, and sent it to Selena: "The guy on the tenth floor is done, you check the guy's identity, he may be from the army."

Luke can figure out where this person came from without having to distinguish carefully.

A full set of American equipment, a strong sense of sight of the American regular army, except that there is no logo, this guy is no different from the military elite.

Luke looked at the arrangement of this man in the apartment, it was obvious that he was not born in a wild way.

The long dining table is pulled in front of the window, and the legs behind it are raised, leaning naturally towards the window.

The curtains were fixed and straightened just by opening a not-so-small opening, so that they would not be moved by the wind, affecting the shooting field, and leaving enough vision for snipers.

Compared to those sharpshooters on TV who just put their sniper rifles on the windowsill and then hit every shot, this one is a professional.

Of course, it is impossible for a sniper to fire in the most comfortable environment at all times, but it is very helpful to improve the sniper's hit rate by adjusting himself as much as possible in a state suitable for shooting.

Luke looked at the sniper rifle again.

This is an M24 with obvious traces of personal modification, definitely not a new gun.

But what surprised him was that it wasn't the scope that reflected the light just now. The professional level of this guy was not that low, and the hood on the scope was well installed.

The reflective thing is an idle glass product in a cabinet in the house. The afternoon sunlight hits this glass product, which just reflects a little sunlight.

This uninvited sniper obviously did not expect the owner of the room to use the top of the cabinet as a storage room.

Luke dragged the man into the bedroom, took out the rope from the storage space, and tied the man in a posture similar to that of a neon rope technique. The basic rope technique allowed him to use a tool like a rope with ease.

In the end, he wrapped the man's mouth a few times with sealing tape before he was done.

Closing the bedroom door and closing the door, he quickly went downstairs and made a phone call: "Elsa, I have caught a sniper here who is going to ambush Palmer, I will send you the address, and you will send someone as soon as possible. Come take over. There are two gunmen in ambush downstairs I have to deal with, I have no time for this person."

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