Chapter 44

In the spacious and luxurious office, a graceful middle-aged white man put down the phone and rubbed his eyebrows powerlessly. Then he picked up his cell phone and dialed a familiar number: "Hey, honey, it's done. I've paid the boy."

Hollis, who was also standing in his office, said seriously, "where did you let him go?"

"Honey, you know the rules. It's a matter of state secrets. I can't tell you."

"Then tell me, is it dangerous where he goes?"

The man blinked and carefully replied, "well... Within my ability, he went to the place with the lowest risk factor."

Yes, no matter how chaotic Mexico is, it is safer than the battlefield in the Middle East, the secret war between Europe and Mauritius and the unrest in Africa?

"Alas..." Hollis sighed, turned to his desk, nailed the document of Edmund's photo, and said coldly, "how long can it take?"

"How can it take a week?" The man muttered, "there are not many clues. In addition, if you are not familiar with your life, it will take two or three days to find your goal..."

After hanging up the phone, the man took a long breath and looked at the document tiled in front of him. The first one was a recent bust of Sharon.

If Sharon saw these documents, she would be in a cold sweat. In addition to the most basic personal information, there are all the case data he participated in after entering NIA.

Among them, there are three cases: snake flight, women in white and fighting back.

In particular, in the folder of "woman in white", in addition to the detailed eyewitness records, there are all the old case files that Sharon looked for, the penciled map, and the original case file of "Beth fuglin" copied by him.

After reading these documents carefully again, the man snorted and whispered, "this child... Is a little interesting!"

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After more than an hour's flight, the helicopter landed beside a remote highway. On the road, there were three pickup trucks waiting for Sharon.

There was no nonsense. Sharon got on the bus directly, and the three pickup trucks started immediately and left

In the pickup truck, sitting in the co driver's seat is a man with sunglasses and a beard. He handed a black backpack to Sharon and said in a deep voice, "there are things you need in it. Take care."

Sharon zipped the backpack and found that in addition to two black M9 pistols, four magazines and a pile of green banknotes, there was also a set of personal identity documents in a plastic bag.

When I opened my ID card, I saw a new name "Jielun · Zhou" printed next to my big head photo

Sharon raised her eyebrows and looked suspiciously at the beard in front of her. The beard shrugged: "what's the matter? I don't know Chinese. The name was found on the Internet. What's the problem? "

"Forget it," Sharon put away his papers. "Although in terms of talent, he is a little better than me. But if I'm more handsome, I'm still a little better than him. "

Then the car was quiet again, and neither side spoke any more. Sharon was too lazy to ask about their identities, and the other party was obviously lack of interest in Sharon's purpose.

Three pickup trucks, which looked very ordinary, sped along the road for more than an hour, and finally came to the rice Mexico border station in the sunset.

The broad entry-exit management war divides the road into two halves with thick stone piers. On the right, there are few vehicles, while on the left, there are too many vehicles to see.

Unlike the security check on the left, which is so detailed that it almost infringes on personal privacy, the security check on the right is a mere formality.

The beard handed the passport to the security personnel who came up. The security personnel just looked at it at will, returned the passport and signaled for release.

Of course, the pile of dollars sandwiched in the passport has disappeared.

By the time the motorcade drove into the nearest Mexican town, the sun had set. The pickup stopped in front of a very shabby hotel. With his beard, he threw Sharon a key: "room 216."

Sharon nodded, took the key, picked up his backpack and got off. The pickup truck drove away, leaving Sharon standing alone at the door of the hotel.

Poor eyes looked from both sides of the street. Sharon disdained a sneer and turned fearlessly into the hotel. But instead of going directly to 216, he opened a room on the second floor at the front desk.

I slipped a green note to the front desk, even ID registration was exempted.

Hotel rooms near the border, what conditions can be imagined. The bed sheet full of strange spots made Sharon give up her plan to sit in bed and rest.

Close the curtains and turn on the table lamp.

On the dirt covered table, carefully check the pistol and make sure there is no problem before wearing the pistol and magazine with you.

After that, Sharon turned off the lamp and sat at the table, closing his eyes.

As time goes by, it will soon be late at night. Suddenly Sharon opened his eyes and a series of slight footsteps passed through the door of his room.

Sharon stood up slowly and gently flashed a gap in the curtain. There are five strange SUVs parked in the street below. More than a dozen men in flower shirts are directly holding weapons of different lengths and standing on both sides of the vehicle.

Sharon's eyes flashed, pulled out his pistol, calmly prepared for battle.

Soon there was a dull knock on the door, followed by a messy Mexican. A moment later, there was a sound of smashing other doors, and passengers screamed in horror one after another.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

It was a dark Mexican man who kicked the door. Before he could see the situation in the dark room, a transparent hole appeared in his head.

Sharon flashed out of the room like a ghost. Several militants in the corridor didn't react at all, so they were shot and killed one after another.

[you kill a member of Scott sect and reward 2 experience points]

[you killed a Scott gang member...]

……

No wonder the experience value given by the system is so low. The combat effectiveness of these militants is too low. It's OK to bully ordinary civilians. When you encounter a real elite killer, you have no resistance at all.

Narrow corridor street fighting is not suitable for shooting with rifles. Sharon squatted, quickly translated left and right, and moved forward rapidly in the shape of "Z".

Within five meters, all the militants who leaked under his gun were shot in the head.

“5……4……3……2……1”

Sharon counted the remaining bullets of the pistol in his heart. After he fired the last bullet, he swung the pistol, and the butt of a gun would fall to the ground by relying on a militant at the door. Grab the AK in his hand and blow it in the head.

"Stop it, stop it!" A mob grabbed a woman, put a pistol against her head and shouted, "otherwise I'll break her head..."

Without hesitation, Sharon shot the woman in the thigh. The woman screamed and couldn't fall down. Then in the mob's stunned eyes, Sharon directly swept it into a hornet's nest.

(this story is adapted from the film "the first drop of blood 5", part of which is based on the films "border killer" and "informant")