Chapter 699: Prepare for Invasion (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Do you want to die?"

Belmod's face froze, and he slowly turned around, his cold face showing a rare flaw.

That's right

She was completely off guard by Sakaki Cheng's words.

Age is a restricted area for women, especially after the age of 20.

"Hey."

Sakaki Cheng didn't answer, after all.

Belmode had already pointed his gun at him.

If he keeps talking.

The consequences are unpredictable.

A suit was thrown over.

"Put it on."

Belmode said:

"This is the clothes of an FBI agent. You are now Deya Isobi, a 25-year-old young agent who has just joined the FBI."

"And I"

She took out a suit that looked a little more upscale:

"It's your senior, Tommy Alexander."

"Do you understand?"

"clear."

Holding the clothes, Sakaki glanced at Belmode and entered the bathroom.

Belmod's nose was almost crooked with anger.

When she was changing clothes, other people's eyes were about to pop out. They wished they could turn into a SLR camera and record every detail. Sakaki Cheng would be better off.

He took the initiative to walk into the bathroom, for fear of being taken advantage of by her!

"There's definitely something wrong with your brain!"

Cursing secretly, Belmod began to put on his coat.

In the bathroom.

Sakaki took off his wet clothes, threw them on a shelf aside, and put on a new suit.

After changing his clothes, he looked at the unfamiliar face reflected in the mirror and moved his facial muscles to confirm that it was correct.

Get out of the bathroom.

Belmod held her cell phone and didn't know who to send a text message to. Seeing Sakaki come out, she pressed the send button and said:

"Walk."

"Everything is ready."

Returning to the living room, she picked up the bag containing C4 explosives and said to the old woman sewing clothes on the sofa:

"Mother-in-law, I'm leaving."

The old woman lowered her head, neither speaking nor looking at Belmode.

Belmode didn't mind either and strode out of the apartment.

The car driven by the man in black was parked on the side of the road without even taking out the key.

After getting in the car, Belmode threw his handbag into the back seat, started the car, and fastened his seat belt.

"who is she?"

Finding some free time, Sakaki asked the doubts in his heart.

He always felt that the relationship between Belmode and the old woman was not normal.

from beginning to end

The old woman never said a word.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Belmod looked indifferent, hesitated for a while, and then said:

"This is the safe house of the organization. Organization members who encounter difficulties can come here to seek help."

"As for mother-in-law."

"It's the manager of the apartment. He is 87 years old this year."

"Have you known her for a long time?"

"Thirty years, it's not too long."

"30 years is not long?"

As if he couldn't bear Sakaki's questioning, Belmod suddenly became anxious and grabbed him by the collar. His dark green eyes were filled with real anger:

"Listen, who she is has nothing to do with you, not before, not now, and not in the future!"

"take it easy"

Sakaki Cheng smiled and said:

"I'm just curious."

"after all."

"You are also considered a popular figure in the organization."

"Man of the hour?"

With a raised eyebrow, Belmode let go of his hand and said jokingly:

"Then you overestimate me."

"remember."

"I'm not helping you because I owe you anything, and I don't expect you to repay me."

"As a grasshopper on a rope, you are even more pathetic than me."

"At least. I still know my situation. Before the storm comes, I have already prepared myself mentally."

These words were vague, but Sakaki knew that they must have something to do with the organization.

The heavy rain fell, and lightning flashed and thundered in the sky. The black car turned on its headlights and slowly drove away.

In the glass of the apartment, a corner of the half-hidden curtains was lifted. The old woman came to the window at some point and looked at the car in the distance. Her face, as hard as a relief, finally changed.

"No time Sharon."

Her lips pursed, and a hoarse and dull voice came from her mouth.

The old woman touched the window, as if she wanted to reach out and grab the taillight that was about to disappear from sight.

"Meow!"

At this time, the orange cat lying on the sofa suddenly jumped up and bit the mouse that climbed on the sofa and planned to use its mouth on the clothes sewn by the old woman. It clamped the mouse's throat tightly with a cold look in its eyes. It showed its fierce look and let out the low roar of a predator.

"The mouse in the shadow cannot see the light."

Watching this bloody scene quietly, the old woman sighed:

"Still alive, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"Sharon."

"Why don't you understand this?"

15 minutes ago, 8:05 pm, Boston, FBI Directorate, Countermeasures Analysis Room.

Under the light blue fluorescent light, a group of FBI agents in suits gathered around the table, staring at the backlight panel in front of them with solemn expressions.

The meeting has already started for 10 minutes, and FBI agents are still pushing open the door and walking into the analysis room. They have just arrived.

As soon as they received the news from their superiors, they rushed to Boston as quickly as possible to save time.

Everyone knows

The photo printed on the backlight is of a 'terrorist'.

Illegal entry, massacre of local gangs in Boston, disorderly conduct, home invasion, kidnapping, murder, and illegal possession of heavy arms.

Sin, all sin!

It’s so hard to write!

Isn't this kind of person a terrorist?

Don’t say that the FBI doesn’t believe it, nor do ordinary people!

"You are all the most elite agents of the FBI, the backbone of upholding the laws of the United States, and the support of ordinary people!"

Jack slapped the backlight panel with his palm and shouted loudly:

"Ask yourselves, if the criminal is not arrested and brought to justice, will he be worthy of the badge on his chest and the American people who are waiting for him?!"

The detectives didn't say anything, but their solemn and serious expressions revealed their state of mind.

"director!"

A detective standing at the door, still out of breath, suddenly raised his arms and asked:

"We just arrived in Boston and are not familiar with the situation here. Can you tell us."

"Where is the prisoner now?"

Jack shook his head:

"I don't know this now."

"At around 6 p.m., the prisoners appeared at Syndora Company in downtown Boston. Later, after they escaped, their specific location was not clear."

Suddenly, whispers sounded in the countermeasure analysis room.

Although the people here are all elites from the FBI, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. If you don't even know the location of the other party, you can only check it out bit by bit.

However

The higher-ups were so anxious that they didn’t have enough time.

Just based on the clues obtained so far, let alone arresting anyone.

As long as they are not stupid, they will definitely run away!

After more than 2 hours, the prisoners were probably almost in New York!

Even if you don't run away

Is it possible to conduct a door-to-door search?

There must be a limit to stupidity.

"Don't panic, everyone. This time I brought the elite profiler from the BAU Behavioral Analysis Department, Will."