Six Hundred and Seventy-One Chapters, Darts Biography, Professional Scrubbers
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The partner snorted angrily, lay down slightly, took another puff of cigarette, then raised his right hand and looked at the dark red cigarette butt between his fingers: "If you are unlucky, if you just get a bullet, then you don't have to wait for lung cancer, your wife and son are someone else. …”
Whoosh!
A swirling shadow suddenly came in through the few centimeters of the gap in the car window, cut the butt of the cigarette he held up high, and shot into the tissue box in the center console with a bang. Favorite this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛
The two fBi agents lowered their bodies almost at the same time, but their eyes were trying to scan the surroundings.
The expected follow-up attack did not occur, and the surroundings were silent.
The two shrank their bodies and looked at each other.
Or did the driver stretch out his hand, fold his fingers, and take the tissue box that flew to the driver's seat, pulling out half of the... darts that were exposed outside?
The two looked at the peculiarly shaped dart for a moment, then suddenly their expressions changed, and they both whispered, "Batman?"
The dart held in the driver's hand is completely black, with the sharply curved edges on both sides like the wings of a bat, and the position of the handshake in the middle is slightly raised. The whole looks like a slightly exaggerated bat shape.
After shouting, the driver put the dart in front of him and looked at it.
The surveillance in the car can't turn on the lights, so he can only look at the dart with a little light coming from outside.
Suddenly, his face changed, and he tore off a small piece of paper from the flat side of the dart.
He quickly took out the small flashlight, lowered the note between his legs, and turned on the flashlight to take a look.
The partner has already whispered: "What is it?"
Driver: "An address, three blocks away."
Partner: "What does this mean?"
The driver pondered for a moment: "Let's report to the boss first, if it really doesn't work, just the two of us go over by ourselves."
After a while, the driver hung up the phone helplessly.
The boss ordered them to stand by, and the address was checked by the backup team to avoid the enemy turning away.
The two could only continue to stare boredly at the intersection where cars occasionally passed by.
Halfway through his partner's cigarette, he was shot in half, and he had already raised the car window.
The dart just now scared him to the point of wetting his pants, and he thought it would be safe to close the window.
As a result, only a few minutes after closing the car window, a black shadow swirled and flew in the darkness again, slamming into the hood in front of the two of them.
The two foxed in fright and shrank down again.
After a while, the two slowly nodded their heads and looked at the thing stuck in the hood.
Second Batdart!
The driver gritted his teeth: "The labor and management only sent the car to repaint two days ago! Damn it..."
Having said that, he held back.
He still has a lot of admiration for Batman.
The two looked at each other and shielded each other to get out of the car. The driver took another note from the bat dart, and the small flashlight immediately took a picture of it.
Another address, just further away, five blocks away.
The two had a bad premonition in their hearts and called their boss again.
This time, the boss was silent for a moment before he said: "Okay, I will let the nearby team go to see, you continue to stand by. This may be a trick to lure you away, maybe this is the direction the gangsters most want to open the gap, don't main idea."
The two hung up the phone, and the partner exclaimed: "bullsht! How could Batman help the gangsters to deal with us?"
The driver shook his head: "But this thing may not have been thrown by Batman!" When he said this, he was still looking at the center console.
There were two evidence bags in there, and inside were the two Batarangs they had just received.
He suddenly said, "Open the window over there by five centimeters."
The partner is strange: "What's wrong?"
Driver: "Well, I think the smell of your smoking just now has not dissipated. It's a little disgusting."
The partner grumbled in dissatisfaction, but complied.
Suddenly, the boss's phone called: "Are you still where you are?"
"Yes," the driver replied.
Boss: "Without my order, try not to move, and notify me immediately if there is any situation."
The phone hangs up, and the partner is inexplicable: "What the hell is this? Why are we here..."
Whoosh!
A dark shadow swirled and flew in through the gap in the window on his side.
But this time, someone gained experience, and his strength was much better controlled. After the shadow flew in, his momentum was greatly reduced, and he gently bumped into the center console and fell onto the two bat darts.
The third Batarang appears!
This time, the driver had already skillfully removed the small note on it with his gloved hand, dialed the phone and transferred the address on it to his boss.
He vaguely understood that tonight he and his partner were just messengers, the middlemen responsible for passing Batman's message to his superiors.
The boss's voice was already excited this time, and he didn't have time to say more: "Very good, you continue to wait there for news."
Excited, the boss has actually revealed a little truth - the address on these small notes really gave him the news.
Hanging up the phone, my partner suddenly said, "Just now you asked me to open the window and lower my body just to make it easier for Batman to shoot darts in?"
The driver lay back indifferently: "Otherwise? Should I let him put the dart in my hood again? Or on the door? It's very troublesome to repair the car, so it's more convenient for everyone."
The partner was speechless, and could only silently pull out a cigarette: "Then I will smoke another one, don't you object?"
The driver shrugged: "Whatever, do you want coffee?"
"...You bitch like shit!" The partner scolded angrily: "Bring me a cup of coffee made by your wife."
The driver's expression was as usual: "I'm sorry, I made my own coffee today. I was still picking my feet. Do you still want it?"
"Go away!" The partner vomited and finally retreated.
These two people don't know, they are the most leisurely two people tonight.
Like their boss, who is already on the phone with a red face, frantically mobilizing manpower: "I don't care, I have to give me another 20 people. I have caught more than 50 guys, at least three of them, yes The identities of the most wanted criminals hanging in the bureau are still under investigation. If you don't want to let the big fish go, you'd better send me more people..."
Luke is also very busy here.
In the past few days, the time-cruising drones he has arranged around here, as well as the surveillance heads at the top of a large number of high-rise buildings, combined with the news from the gang, allowed him to lock down a number of suspicious locations.
According to the pre-planned route, check the past one by one, as long as there is a group of unidentified people with guns gathering illegally, it may be the target.
Fuck a gangster in a den, and he will come back and pass the book once, and let the professionals come to wash the floor.
After this series of purges, five of the sixteen locations belonged to friendly forces, including but not limited to fBi, dea, cia, and the Bureau of Homeland Security.
In the remaining eleven locations, a large number of gangsters came from all over the world to earn a bounty of $100 million.
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