Chapter 203

"This dead ghost, still know to go home?"

Looking at the empty door, Mrs. Smith Jane, biting her silver teeth, angrily pushed open the door and came in.

"Smith, you bastard, are becoming more and more disrespectful. If you don't go home all day and night and don't even call, don't you think about it? If you don't think about it, we'll... "

Jane shut her mouth fiercely, for standing in the living room was a man in black whom she had never seen before.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith," the man smiled. "You can call me the conductor."

"Conductor?" Jane's hand had held the small pistol in her bag and frowned, "how did you get in?"

"It's very simple. With the key you hid under the flowerpot outside the door, you opened the door and came in."

The conductor took out a key and put it gently on the tea table.

Jane snorted and said in a cold voice, "do you know you call this illegal invasion of houses? If you don't leave again, I'll call the police."

"Alarm?" The conductor smiled. "Are you sure you want to explain to the police why there are so many weapons hidden in this villa?"

Jane narrowed her eyes, simply took out her pistol, pointed to the conductor and said, "who are you?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the conductor was very calm and smiled, "don't get excited, Mrs. Smith, I'm here for your husband this time."

"Smith?" Jane thought, "do you know him? What's your relationship? "

"It doesn't matter, let alone know. I only met last night and thought Mr. Smith was a man of ability. It's just a pity... "

The conductor shook his head and regretted: "such elite talents should not waste their life on bars, but on greater undertakings."

Then the conductor pointed to Jane: "the source of his degeneration is you, a beloved woman he will never forget!"

Jane's whole body trembled, and a trace of something bad appeared in her heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "are you coming to get rid of me?"

The conductor nodded.

"So... Does he know about it?"

"I don't know yet."

Hearing this, Jane felt a little relieved for some reason, but the conductor's next sentence made her nervous again.

"... but in the evening, he should know!"

Jane sneered: "now that you know my identity and dare to come alone, you look down on me."

"Really?" The conductor shook his head gently, "woman, it's too naive."

Jane's eyes opened wide. At this moment, the conductor rushed to him, put his hand around his neck and raised it.

The conductor took the pistol from Jane's hand and looked at Mrs. Smith who was unable to struggle. He smiled coldly: "don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, if a man wants to grow up, he should be able to make the right choice by himself. "

Jane Feili said, "you... Want to force Smith to kill me?"

The conductor smiled: "I have to admit that women are smarter than men at some times."

Jane seems to be struggling desperately, but her hands are quietly reaching into her coat pocket. But as soon as she put it into her pocket, the conductor pinched her out with a slight force.

"Poison?" From Jane's coat pocket, the conductor took out a seemingly ordinary capsule, leaned in front of his nose, sniffed, shook his head and said, "in order to make me lose my chips threatening Smith, I even wanted to commit suicide?"

He shook his hand, threw the capsule into his mouth and chewed it like gum: "it's also a material that can be made. Unfortunately... We never accept women in our business..."

***

"Honey, I'm dying. Did you cook?"

Scoff opened the door, looked at the empty room and wondered, "strange, where have you been? Did you go to the hotel to pack?"

Wick suddenly pulled him back, pulled out his pistol and pointed warily at the room. After walking slowly in, he looked down at the table in the living room and frowned, "that guy has been here."

Scoff stepped forward quickly and looked down. There was an up-to-date subway timetable on the table.

On today's date, clearly circle a circle with a red pen.

Then Smith's cell phone rang. He took it out and looked at it. His face suddenly changed.

This is a text message with only three names: "Jane, Helen, Maya!"

"Damn it!" Smith threw his cell phone to wick and gritted his teeth. "That guy hasn't only been here, he's been to our home. God, how did he know our details? "

"Guns can't kill. It's no surprise to know something else."

After reading the text message, wick's expression didn't seem to change, but Smith's mobile phone was directly pinched by him.

"The message is clear," wick clapped his hands and picked up the timetable on the table. "He wants us to board the midnight train today, otherwise..."

Otherwise what, wick needless to say, Smith and scoff are also clear.

"What are you waiting for?"

Scoff rushed into the kitchen and ran back with a kitchen knife. "Work hard. I'll save Maya even if I die."

"With that little broken knife in your hand?" Wick snorted and looked at Smith. "We need more powerful weapons."

Smith's eyes flushed, nodded and said, "don't worry, I'll take care of it."

The three men, who could afford to eat there, immediately went out and drove to Smith's house.

As soon as the three of them got off the bus and Smith took the lead in walking to the villa, a neighbor next to him ran over and shouted, "Hey, man, why didn't you come to the community party last night? This is not good. In our community, monthly meetings are very important. This is us... "

Smith, wick and scoff turned their heads at the same time and looked at him coldly.

Looking at three pairs of indifferent eyes, the man shivered all over and quickly changed his way: "... In fact, it's not that important. It's just that we men find an excuse to drink... Well, the gas in my house is not turned off. I'll go back first. You're busy..."

Then the guy turned and ran, and fell when he ran into his garden. In this way, he didn't dare to look back. He rushed into his house and closed the door tightly.

Smith snorted, took wick to his garage and opened the secret door.

After they walked down the stairs and looked at the basement full of weapons, scoff couldn't help swallowing: "man, although I haven't asked, I can't help it now. What exactly do you do? "

Smith reached out and picked up a rocket. Without looking back, he said coldly, "senior financial adviser!"

"..." scoff looked at wick, who was holding a shotgun and loading it, "what are you doing?"

Wick threw a shotgun filled with bullets at scoff and said coldly, "fashion designer!"

Scoff felt the cold body of the gun in his hand and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense, freelance photographer. Many of our colleagues are doing the same work as you. We'll get used to it in the future."

Smith said impatiently, "wick, is 20 kilograms of TNT enough? If it's not enough, I'll ask the company logistics to send some more. "

"Almost." Wick looked at a big guy standing in the corner. "How much do you have in stock?"

Smith looked at it and smiled, "five!"

Wick nodded, "take it all!"

Scoff came over and saw a line of black letters "fim-92" sprayed on the emerald green box.

Stinger man portable air defense missile!