Three Hundred and Fifty-Nine Chapters Are Genuine Carrots, Another Esworth

Smith began to pack up the firearms and stuffed them into a large long backpack.

These are all first-class goods, and they are easy to use. He can't throw them around this time.

After stepping on the long backpack, he suddenly looked up.

At the broken skylight, there was nothing but a dark night sky.

He frowned for a moment and pulled Miss Donna holding the baby: "Come on, let's go to the bar where the heavy metal band plays."

Miss Donna trotted all the way: "This is ridiculous, how could Oliver like rock music when he is so young?"

Smith: "That might be the only clue."

Besides, I took the money. That young man's $10,000 is not so easy to get. He muttered in his heart.

On the rooftop, Luke looked at the two people who were leaving downstairs and jumped down. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Half an hour later, in front of a rock bar in the East District, three black SUVs stopped hula-la, with more than a dozen black suits on them.

This is definitely not a gangster.

The temperament of the regular people on them is really obvious. They are either professional security companies or people trained by similar institutions.

Luke hummed lightly: "if you 1ike to gamb1e, i te11 you io39;m your man

you in some,

1ose some, ito39;s sti11 the same to me…”

The song also loomed from the bar at the same time.

A group of black suits poured in, and after a while, a tall man led a gorgeous woman holding a baby out from the side alley and entered a small hotel more than ten meters diagonally opposite. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

This is, of course, Mr. Smith, the killer, and Ms. Donna, the special psychotherapist.

Luke smiled: "Sure enough, the professional security team can't catch you."

A few black suits rushed out later, looking around with guns in their hands.

Then someone scolded angrily: "Damn, someone killed Feili, did you see any suspicious person?"

Several black suits said a few words on the walkie-talkie, and went back to the bar angrily.

Luke knew that one of them should have bumped into Mr. Smith and was silently killed.

However, what are these black suits doing here? He pondered in his heart, looked at the surveillance pictures placed around him, and suddenly said, "This... what the hell is this?"

At the exit of the back door, the group of black suits were carrying corpses, the number of which was close to ten, and they were all packed in black opaque plastic body bags. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

However, the head of one of them was not tightened tightly. During the shaking of transportation, a person's head suddenly slipped out of the slightly loosened zipper.

There is nothing strange about the corpse itself. The strange thing is that a... carrot was inserted into his left eye socket?

Isn't this a toy in the shape of a carrot? Luke muttered in his heart, adjusted the surveillance screen and cast the camera on the carrot.

As a result, no matter how you look at it, it is also a genuine carrot.

After a while, the person guarding the car found the exposed head and carrot, scolded angrily, and reached out to pull the zipper.

But he acted too casually, and accidentally broke the carrot, broke, broke.

Luke: ...special, is that really a carrot? ! &1t;i>&1t;/i>

In less than 20 minutes, the group of black suits packed up everything at the back door and drove away.

Luke thought for a while, got out of the car and went around the back door.

When he walked to the spot where the black suit stopped just now, he picked up the cut off carrot and held it in his hand.

After looking at it carefully for a moment, he squeezed a little bit of carrot into a soft puddle with a slight force with his fingers.

Luke chuckled lightly, stuffed the carrot into a plastic bag and put it in the storage space.

Leisurely walked back to the street at the front door of the bar. Before he left the alley, he saw a dozen guys in black combat uniforms quietly surrounding the small hotel diagonally opposite.

They had a clear goal and acted swiftly, as quickly as a room on the second floor surrounded them.

Where is this guy from? Luke was suspicious. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

But looking at the place they surrounded, it was Mr. Smith and Miss Donna's hiding place.

Luke rolled his eyes, smiled, pulled out p226, and raised his gun to aim.

boom!

"Ah!" A black-clothed gunman who was hunched forward on the first floor screamed, clutching his butt and falling to the ground.

When Luke fired, he immediately closed the gun and ran away.

bang bang bang! clap clap clap!

Intense and chaotic gunshots sounded, and several guys in black combat uniforms screamed and fell from the second floor.

Some were beaten out of the house, while others were shot down just as they tried to rush in.

The weapons of these guys are not bad. Several of them use mp5k, which is expensive.

Unfortunately, no matter how good a weapon is, it depends on who is using it. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Mr. Smith in the room is undoubtedly an expert in the use of firearms, and he also has a batch of first-class firearms from the hk company.

The number of black combat uniforms has an absolute advantage. After rushing into the room, Mr. Smith collapsed one by one like a whack-a-mole.

In less than five minutes, the eight black combat uniforms were wiped out.

Even with a shot in the butt, the guy hiding in the shade downstairs did not escape a shot from the window above his head.

At this time, the bar by the road changed a song again: "i've got a bad boy and that's a11 right ith me."

"...is nothing that i net..."

Luke hummed the song, walked leisurely across the street, and stood in the dark.

A few minutes later, Smith reappeared with Donna and the baby and disappeared into the corner not far from the street.

Luke smiled, quickly approached the room, looked around, took out the fake mobile phone and quickly took pictures of the black combat uniforms and equipment, then turned and left.

After getting in the car, he took out a laptop from the storage space, entered the photos just now, and let the program start looking for relevant clues.

The SUV also started slowly and left here.

When she got home, Selena had just finished taking a shower, wrapped in a large bath towel, and was blowing her hair in the living room.

Seeing him come back, she just glanced at him and said nothing.

After Luke came out of the shower, Selena said, "I have read the information on Luca Barton, and this guy's resume is very clean."

Luke snorted, picked up the tablet and looked at the weapon and equipment data just analyzed by the program above.

One name stands out - Hammerson Defense.

Selena continued: "Compared to Nick, this Luka Barton is a model of police and has not received a complaint for two years."

Luke moved his hands and began to search for the information of Hamerson Defense Company, and said, "Then he is really a good policeman who obeys the law. Didn't the county police give him a medal?"

"However, according to information, this Officer Luca Barton was very close to someone from the Esworth family," Selena said.

Luke paused in his hand and raised his head: "Who?"

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