Chapter 217

"John wick!"

"Mr. Smith!"

"They were all old employees with outstanding performance and hard work in the company. Why did they suddenly resign at the same time?"

Although the sound from the virtual image of No. 3 is still a dull electronic sound, you can still hear the speaker's confusion and anger.

No. 5 seemed to mean something: "according to my information, they have been close to Sharon recently. Smith assassinated Sharon several times, but for some reason, he failed. John wick is even more outrageous. He even went to the door to make a suit for him. "

No. 6 sighed: "the knife is too sharp. It's easy to use, but if you don't pay attention, you may hurt yourself by mistake."

No. 7 electronic voice was a little grumpy: "do you mean to blame me for this?"

No. 4 said coldly, "yes, it's all your plans that let the agent live until now, otherwise he should have been cleaned up."

"Damn it, when we used him to break into New York, you fools didn't have the face they have now." No. 7 angrily said, "now it's just a little accident. You've become like this. No wonder you can't get on the table for so many years because you're too stupid!"

"Enough!" No. 1, who had never spoken, said, "look at you now. What's the difference between you and the poor people quarrelling in the streets in the slum?"

As soon as No. 1 opened his mouth, the others stopped talking.

"It's just the resignation of two old employees. What's the big deal. How to handle the resignation procedures, just follow the rules and procedures. "

No. 1 paused and continued: "but the Christmas plan really needs a little flexibility. Throw away the knife when you run out to avoid getting involved. It's up to you, No. 7! "

No. 7 was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice, "then I need the full cooperation of others."

No. 1 smiled: "don't worry, we are a collective. Only by working together can we be invincible."

"Everyone, please remember, we want to create a history, we want to make a rule, and we want to become the king of the underground world!"

No. 1 is like a moustache. He raises his fist and waves it in the air.

***

A small town on the border between Pennsylvania and New York, in a humble bungalow. The curtains were closed, making the room very dark. The deafening heavy metal music turns the volume to the point where it is already noise.

The door opened silently. With the flashlight light, a team of fully armed special police, armed with long and short guns, slowly searched the room.

After walking through the living room and bedroom, the Swat soon found it.

In a small restaurant, a blonde woman was tightly tied to the armchair in front of the dining table. Her almost naked body was stained with blood, scarred and drooping head. She didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

The leading SWAT made a gesture and walked forward carefully. He just touched the woman. The result is that the woman wakes up suddenly, looks up and sees that the person is the special police, not from the excited sobbing.

Her mouth was stuffed with towels.

"Headquarters, one victim found, repeat, one victim found!"

The special police officer whispered a report, untied the woman and whispered, "madam, you are safe now. Tell me, where is the person who hurt you?"

After the towel was removed, the woman couldn't wait to cry, "back, he went back to the garden!"

The special police picked up the woman and escorted her out of the house. The special police captain shouted to the members of the back garden: "07, 08, the suspect may flee in your direction, be careful... Hear the answer, hear the answer!"

There was no response in the headset.

As soon as the captain's face changed, he motioned two team members to follow him to search the garden, and the other team members escorted the victim away.

Soon, on the corridor leading to the back garden, two SWAT bodies lay. After a quick check, I found that they had one knife in each throat. It was no longer possible.

At this time, a dark shadow flashed around the corner of the front corridor. Another SWAT member shouted and quickly chased up.

"Stop, or you'll shoot!"

The flashlight on the submachine gun shone on the man's back, which showed that it was a man in a leather jacket. With a bright knife in his hand, he had stepped on the window at the end of the corridor and was about to jump out.

The special police captain was quick eyed and quick handed. He shot at the wall next to the man and said in a harsh voice, "don't move, put up your hands!"

Hearing the gunshot, the man really didn't dare to move and obediently raised his hand with a knife.

"Turn around!"

The man turned around obediently, and the light shone on each other's face, revealing a handsome but cunning face.

If Sharon did it again, he would be recognized at a glance as Dean Winchester.

"Throw away the knife and squat down with your head in your arms!"

The Swat captain pointed a gun at Dean, and the other two team members rushed up and pressed the man squatting on the ground. But just when he thought it was safe, the pistol inserted by one of the special police officers in his thigh fell into Dean's hands for some reason.

"Bang Bang..."

There was a clear gunshot in the corridor immediately

In an hour.

While Sharon was enjoying the massage of Tina, Mona and Elena, a strange phone call came to his external mobile phone.

There was no need for Sharon to do it. Elena took her cell phone very kindly and put it next to Sharon's ear: "Hello, this is Sharon. Who is this?

"Agent Xie, this is Sam, Sam Winchester."

Sam's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

While eating Mona's grapes, Sharon said lazily, "little Sammy, it's so rare. Why did you suddenly call me?"

"Something's wrong, agent Xie. Someone pretended to kill Dean. We're wanted by the police..."

Before Sam finished, there was a scolding voice from others: "put down the phone, Sam Winchester, put down the phone immediately!"

There was a rush of footsteps, wind and other friction sounds in the mobile phone. It was obvious that the phone was transferred quickly.

Sharon didn't hang up, so she waited quietly.

After a long time, a dignified man's voice sounded, "who are you?"

Sharon asked, "who are you?"

The man snorted, "I'm captain of the Pennsylvania police, Captain Brest. And you? "

"I'm special agent NIA, head of serious case group 6, Sharon, No. xxxxx!"

Hearing Sharon's words, there was an obvious sound of air-conditioning at the other end of the mobile phone. After a while, the voice of the other party improved greatly: "Sir, I didn't expect the suspect to talk to you. Does he want to turn himself in?"

"Suspect?"

"Yes, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester's brother, has committed a homicide in Pennsylvania in recent days. Eleven people have been killed, five of them police officers, sir!"

At the end, Captain Brest was obviously a little excited.

Sharon frowned, sat up and said, "kill? Where's Dean Winchester? Did you catch him? "

Brest gritted his teeth and said, "not yet, but since his brother has been arrested, I think we will soon know Dean's whereabouts."

He paused, as if worried that Sharon would intervene in the case, and hurriedly added: "at present, the case is in the charge of our Pennsylvania State Police. Sir, you don't have to worry about it?"

"These two people are my informants. According to the regulations, NIA has jurisdiction over this case." Sharon said coldly, "so Captain Brest, watch Sam Winchester. I'll be there in twelve hours."