Chapter 72： Love gun "wife"

In Fuxue Chinese Restaurant, a bunch of people in black were busy, and it took a long time before they stopped.

Several men in black looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"Sir, there are too many human footprints in public places to conduct effective analysis, and because it is a restaurant, everyone will leave bodily fluids, and DNA information technology can't detect anything."

"Moreover, there are no surveillance cameras here. The closest camera to the restaurant is at the intersection. The traffic is too large to analyze."

The words of a few technicians gave the middle-aged people a headache. It has been an hour since this incident, and they couldn't even find the direction to pursue.

"It's not impossible to analyze."

A voice sounded, and several people looked, and walked in a white man of medium stature. If Cao Gui was here, he would definitely recognize that this person and the Hawkeye Barton of the Avengers shared the same face.

"Alan Krause?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's me, sir," said the agent named Allen.

"I'll leave it to you here. Find the **** who killed my subordinates." The middle-aged man said viciously.

"As you wish, sir." The eagle-eyed Allen smiled, and then said to the technician, "Where are our guys' footprints the most?"

The technician pointed to a column and a collapsed table not far away.

"Where is the place where the battle was killed?"

The technician pointed to his feet: "It's most likely here, 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 these traces, it was obvious that Walker was killed after losing his ability to resist.

But the question is who can make an elite Langley lose his combat effectiveness 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 had been poured out.

"Have these things been checked for DNA?"

"I checked." The technician said helplessly: "Alcohol and a large amount of sodium chloride have destroyed the body fluids and cannot be analyzed."

"What about these chopsticks?" Hawkeye pointed at the dozen or so chopsticks on the ground.

"Uh... these are not there yet," the technician said.

"Then check it out quickly." He walked out of the door, and when he first arrived, he discovered that there was an obvious car mark on the ground.

Under normal circumstances, there will be no cars directly blocking the door of the hotel, obviously there is a problem.

He called a technician to analyze the trace, and combined with the nearby surveillance cameras, he quickly locked a van.

"Find it." Allen said, and then calmly when everyone's attention was on the computer screen, he took out two pills, one green and one blue, took pictures with his mobile phone, and then took them.

And all this, no one found out.

On the other hand, the Langleys didn't dare to let up, and they started to track down the car with all the power in their hands.

Soon, the location was locked. It was in the 13th arrondissement of Paris, which was called the China Quarter and was the main gathering place of Chinese descent.

But... in fact, there are more black people than Chinese, not only in the 10th arrondissement of Paris than Chinese, but also more than all whites and Chinese in the whole city of Paris.

…

In the 10th arrondissement of Paris, in an alley.

Cao Gui sat in the car with a silk scarf and gently wiped the Sig Sauer P226 in his hand. I have to say that although the bald guy is trash, this gun is not trash at all.

The P226 gun was once known as the best performance combat pistol. It has first-class ergonomics and is extremely comfortable to hold, not to mention that this gun has also been modified.

"Sure enough, 'wife' is more comfortable to use."

Cao Gui stroked P226 and sighed, but as soon as he said it, he realized something was wrong.

Oops! I seem to have awakened some incredible attributes!

Cao Gui scratched his head, his heart felt empty for a while. Could it be that I am really good at Jian'an style, and Wei Wu's legacy can't be achieved?

It shouldn't be!

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is indeed such a thing. The HKP30 he used 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.

Can this... this... can be changed back? Cao Gui was in a cold sweat, feeling not very good.

At this time, five people came out from the door of the building in front, four Asians and one white. These five people were airy, with baseball bats in their hands, and they were still chatting.

Cao Gui raised his eyebrows. It was not Chinese, but Japanese. Although he, Cao, had not studied Japanese systematically, he could not understand the meaning.

But the teachers have so many textbooks, including infantry and cavalry, it is still possible to distinguish the language clearly.

Da Da Da, someone was knocking on their car window, and the five people surrounded Cao Gui's car.

The visitor is not good!

Cao Gui raised his brows and put away the P226 pistol.

"Get out of the car!" one of them said in English.

Cao Gui smiled and opened the door and got out of the car. He wanted to see what these neon people who had a good life wanted to do.

"Is something wrong?" Cao Gui said with a smile.

The man took out a bag of white powder, shook it, and said with a grin:

"Take out all your valuables, change this bag, including the car keys, and then you can get out."

"What if I refuse?"

The man smiled, took out a butterfly knife and swung it around, and the four behind him directly lifted up an iron baseball bat.

Cao Gui's eyes froze, and he grabbed the knife and held it back when he probed with both hands, then clicked his feet, his figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he passed through several people.

"Uh huh huh... uh..."

Behind them, the five people stiffened their bodies, desperately grabbing their necks with both hands, their faces flushed red.

Cao Gui smashed their Adam's apple with the end of the knife. The Adam's apple descended and pressed the epiglottis cartilage, causing the trachea to be blocked. At most, they would suffocate to death in three or four minutes.

Cao Gui dropped the butterfly knife and walked directly into the building where these people came out.

As soon as I entered the door, there was a high spiral staircase, and upstairs, there was a faint sound of music.

Cao Gui took out the HKP30, installed the muffler, and walked up slowly in the direction of the music.

The amazing thing is that there was no one on the way. The security here is really lax.

Cao Gui came to a door that was half closed, and the sound of music came from inside.

Cao Gui quietly pushed the door and went in, just as he was about to raise his gun to shoot, but found that there were actually a group of children dancing inside.

Wearing a cheongsam and dancing a geisha dance is neither fish nor fowl.

It looks like they are having a party.

The lights in this room were dim, and a middle-aged, half-bald Asian was sitting on the main seat, with men and women on either side, sitting neatly in two rows.

Obviously, it is imitating the way of hospitality in ancient times.

Cao Gui's eyes froze, he took out his mask and put it on, slowly approaching.

…

In the main seat, the boss of Ji Dao had an iron face, a stern expression, and a straight body, admiring the dance motionlessly.

At this moment, a gun was placed on his waist, making him stiff.

"Let the children and women leave, I have something to ask you."

Cao Gui's English sounded softly in his ears. The middle-aged half-bald man had a stiff neck. He turned his head and looked at it, but it was a white mask.

"Boy, I don't know who you are, but I have fifty gunmen here." The middle-aged half-bald suppressed his voice and sneered:

"Can you afford it?"