Chapter 73 Love Gun "Married Wife" (Please Collect and Recommend~)
In Fuxue Chinese Restaurant, a group of men in black were busy in it, and it took a long time before they stopped.
The men in black looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
"Sir, there are too many human footprints in the public places here to conduct an effective analysis, and because it is a restaurant, everyone will leave body fluids, and DNA information technology can't find anything."
"Moreover, there are no surveillance cameras here. The nearest camera to this restaurant is at the street corner. The flow of people is too large to analyze."
The words of several technicians gave the middle-aged man a headache. It has been an hour since this incident, and they couldn't even find the direction to investigate.
"It's not impossible to analyze."
A voice sounded, and several people looked, and a medium-sized white man walked in. If Cao Gui were here, he would definitely recognize him. This man has the same face as Hawkeye Barton of the Avengers.
"Alan Krause?" asked the middle-aged man.
"It's me, sir," said the agent named Allen.
"I leave it to you, find out the bastard who killed my subordinates." The middle-aged man said viciously.
"As you wish, sir." The eagle-eyed Allen smiled, and then said to the technicians: "Where is the most footprint of our buddy?"
The technician pointed to a pillar and a collapsed table not far away.
"Where did you die in battle?"
The technician pointed to his feet: "This is the most likely place, but the body has already been removed."
"Are there any traces of fighting here? Or other people's blood?"
"No." The technician shook his head.
Allen frowned slightly. From the analysis of these traces, it was obvious that Walker was killed after losing the ability to resist.
But the question is who can make an elite Langley lose his fighting power without causing any traces of fighting? Could it be an extraordinary human being?
Allen looked at a pile of peanuts scattered on the table in front of him, and a bottle of wine that fell and poured out.
"Have these things been DNA checked?"
"I've checked it." The technician said helplessly: "Alcohol and a large amount of sodium chloride have destroyed the body fluid in it, so it cannot be analyzed."
"What about these chopsticks?" Hawkeye pointed to the dozen or so chopsticks on the ground.
"Uh...these aren't there yet," said the technician.
"Then check it quickly." He walked out of the door, and when he first arrived, he found that there was an obvious car mark on the ground.
Under normal circumstances, there will be no cars directly blocking the entrance of the hotel, so there is obviously a problem.
A technician was called to analyze the trace, and combined with the monitoring of the nearby surveillance cameras, a van was quickly rescued and locked.
"Find it." Allen said, and when everyone was concentrating on the computer screen, he took out two pills, one green and one blue, took a photo with his mobile phone, and then took it.
And none of this was discovered.
On the other side, the Langleys did not dare to slack off, and started to track down the car with all their strength.
Soon, the location was locked, in the 13th arrondissement of Paris, which is called the China Quarter and is the main gathering place for Chinese.
But... In fact, there are more blacks than Chinese there, not only more blacks than Chinese in the 10th arrondissement of Paris, but also more than all whites and Chinese in the entire city of Paris.
...
In the 10th arrondissement of Paris, in an alley.
Cao Gui was sitting in the car, holding a silk scarf, and gently wiping the SIG Sauer P226 in his hand. I have to say that although bald men are trash, this gun is not trash at all.
The P226 gun was once hailed as the best performance combat pistol, with first-class ergonomics and extremely comfortable grip, not to mention that this gun has been modified by others.
"Sure enough, 'wife' is more comfortable to use."
Cao Gui caressed P226 and sighed, but he realized something was wrong as soon as the words came out.
Oops! I seem to have awakened some incredible attribute!
Cao Gui scratched his head, feeling guilty for a while, could it be that I am really good at Jian'an style, and Wei Wu's legacy?
It shouldn't be!
But if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is indeed such a thing. The HK P30 he uses is bullseye’s favorite gun, Tokarev is the butcher’s favorite gun, and the [system backpack] also has a revolver with an ivory grip. Another killer's favorite gun.
But the Beretta 92F I bought myself is rarely used.
This... this... can it be changed back? Cao Gui broke out in a cold sweat, feeling not very good.
At this time, five people came out from the front door of the building, four Asians and one white. These five people were sloppy, with baseball bats in their hands, and chattering in their mouths.
Cao Gui raised his eyebrows, it's not Chinese, but Japanese, although he, Cao, hasn't really studied Japanese systematically, so he doesn't understand the meaning.
But the teachers have so many textbooks, and there are infantry and cavalry, it is still possible to distinguish the language clearly.
Tap, tap, someone was knocking on his car window, and these five people surrounded Cao Gui's car.
The visitor is not good!
Cao Gui frowned, and put away the P226 pistol.
"Get off!" one of them said in English.
Cao Gui smiled and opened the door to get out of the car. He wanted to see what these Neon people who were living a good life wanted.
"Is there something wrong?" Cao Gui smiled.
The man took out a bag of white powder and shook it, then grinned and said:
"Take out all the valuables on your body and exchange them for this bag, including the car keys, and then you can go."
"What if I say no?"
The man chuckled, took out a butterfly knife and swung it, and the four people behind him even raised iron baseball bats.
Cao Gui's eyes froze, he seized the saber with both hands and turned his grip back, and then tapped his feet, his figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he walked out among several people.
"Ugh lol... slightly..."
Behind them, the five people stiffened their bodies, clutching their necks desperately with both hands, their faces flushed extremely red,
Cao Gui smashed their Adam's apple with the end of the knife, and the Adam's apple descended and pressed the epiglottis cartilage, causing tracheal occlusion, and they would suffocate to death within three to four minutes at most.
Cao Gui dropped the butterfly knife and walked directly into the building where these people came out from.
As soon as I entered the door, there was a tall spiral staircase, and there was a faint sound of music upstairs.
Cao Gui took out the HK P30, installed the muffler, and walked slowly towards the direction of the music.
The amazing thing is that there is no one on the way, and the security here is really lax to the extreme.
Cao Gui came to a half-closed door, and the sound of music came from inside.
Cao Gui quietly pushed the door open and went in. Just as he was about to raise his gun to shoot, he discovered that the dancers inside turned out to be a group of children.
Wearing a cheongsam to dance a geisha dance is neither fish nor fowl.
It looked like they were having a party.
The room was dimly lit, and a middle-aged half-bald Asian was sitting on the main seat, with men and women on both sides, sitting neatly in two rows.
Obviously, imitating the ancient way of hospitality in China.
Cao Gui's eyes turned cold, he took out his mask, put it on, and approached slowly.
...
In the main seat, the Jidao Boss had a face like a steel plate, with a serious face and a straight body, watching the dance motionlessly.
But at this time, a gun was pressed against his waist, making him stiff.
"Let the children and women go, I have something to ask you."
Cao Gui's English rang softly in his ears, the middle-aged man was half bald with a stiff neck, and when he turned his head, he saw a white mask.
"Boy, I don't know who you are, but I have fifty gunmen here." The middle-aged half-bald sneered, suppressing his voice:
"Can you afford it?"