Chapter 724： Want to be so vengeful?

In the evening, in the apartment opposite the Peace Hotel, the unlucky FBI agent Timmons was tied to his bed in a very shameful posture.

Bob Lee Swag, the framed super sniper, is sitting in front of the TV, watching the hospital picture scrolling inside, as well as his own photo and name fixed below the TV screen.

At this time, Bob was fortunate. The attack of a super-rich man reduced his stress to a minimum. Although he was still wanted, it was obvious that the effect was not very good.

At least I went to a place called "Bluto's pharmacy" to buy things. The salesperson there not only did not recognize himself, but also frowned and suggested whether to order "legal" cannabis.

This makes Bob very uncomfortable who has been away from the crowd for a long time in the mountains!

After tireless efforts, Timmons finally got rid of the stinky socks in his mouth. When he wanted to curse two swear words, Bob put the pistol on the coffee table in front of him ...

Looking at Bob with an indifferent expression, Timmons said nervously, "Hey, hey, Mr. Sniper, your best practice now is to cooperate with me. You can join me to the FBI's New York headquarters.

Well, I can prove that you are not the one who fired. "

Bob looked at the FBI agent with LOSER's temperament in a strange expression and said, "Can you prove it? How can you prove it? My gun is there, maybe there are my fingerprints on it, and the two police officers broke in. I was right next to that gun. "

Timmons struggled anxiously, and then found that the sniper's knotting technique was very professional. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the rope on his body.

Looking at Bob's strange gaze, Timmons sighed helplessly and said, "I've been monitoring you, just in the apartment opposite where you stand.

From the time you started running to the shooting room, it took less than 15 seconds for the sound of the gun to sound.

No one can hit the goal of 2,000 meters away in that situation. Isn't this reason enough? "

After listening to the strange smile on his face, Bob walked to the bed, he looked at Timmons with a "pleasant" smile on his face, hit him with a punch, and folded him. , Screamed in pain.

Timmons was struggling to get rid of the ropes on his body. Bob's punch was just hitting his stomach, which made him feel his whole belly lumped together, and a lot of gastric juice began to rush towards him. Up his throat.

When Timmons found everything in vain, he looked at Bob angrily and called, "What are you doing? I want to help you, my **** is willing to testify for you ..."

Looking at the extremely unhappy Timmons, Bob stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "So you know that I'm not a murderer and fired at me.

Is this your personal habit, or is it the tradition of your FBI? "

Timmons sighed, sighed helplessly, and said uncomfortably: "I have just been released from the" imprisonment "for almost half a year, well, I am a little nervous.

Besides, your look at the time was really terrible. My reaction was instinct. This is the habit I developed in this place.

In this place, if you rush towards someone like yesterday, then you probably understand me ... "

Timmons said with a strange expression, "Really, if you don't believe it, you can try it. Go downstairs and find someone to rush to him!"

You can try a guy who looks the best, such as the Chinese chef in the opposite restaurant, or any other person you think is harmless ...

Dude, I didn't mean to shoot at you intentionally. This is a terrible misunderstanding caused by law enforcement habits and living habits. Believe me, as long as you are willing to cooperate with me, I will return you innocence.

Please let me go. I've been lying on this wet bed for 12 hours. "

Bob squinted and looked at this very immature FBI agent. After thinking about it, he cut the rope on Timmons with a smile and said, "You can try to escape, but my marksmanship is actually very backward. Great, you should have the courage to give it a try! "

The loosely tied Timmons screamed into the bathroom with his pants on, ignoring Bob's threat completely, not to mention that he was really innocent, even if he was the gunman, Timmons didn't dare to take his own Life risk. Just kidding, the marksmanship is back?

Timmons spent nearly half an hour in the bathroom, and had changed his clothes when he came out.

Wiping the water on his head with a towel, Timmons watched Bob sitting on the sofa watching TV and said, "You can take my phone and order something like takeaway, aren't you hungry?"

Bob glanced at the restored calm Timmons and said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Timmons somehow spread out his hand and said, "I look like GAY?"

Bob glanced at the old gate and said with a smile, "So I can decide whether to shoot at the man who came to you."

Timmons froze and heard a little movement at the door. He rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Don't do that. If you shoot here, I'm sure you can't wait for the innocent day!" "

As Timmons came down to the door of the apartment with Bob's alert gaze, he opened the door without hesitation.

A slender guy stood up awkwardly from eavesdropping motions, looked at Timmons with a bath towel on his body, and said, "Isn't it time for me to come? It's time for your scheduled room cleaning, but you this……"

Then the guy stretched his head and glanced at the side of Bob on the sofa, then looked at Timmons with a strange expression, and said, "That's your boyfriend? Do you want to clean today?

Say in advance, if you have any weird things in your room, I will add money! "

Timmons shook his head in annoyance and didn't want to explain anything. He picked up the wallet from the porch cabinet next to him and pulled out twenty dollars and stuffed it into the young man's hand, saying, "Robin, my man, I see you now For the only customer, go and buy me a big pizza, then get some cola or something, and the rest will be your tip! "

Robin took the $ 20 handed over from Timmons and said, "I'm redeveloping new customers ..."

Timmons interrupted Robin with a wave and said, "Come on, who would ask you to clean up, except for me and that SHIELD Harvey?"

Now Harvey took over his wife, I'm your only client.

For God's and tip's sake, hurry up and buy me a pizza, otherwise it will delay your homework and John's face will come to me for trouble. "

After sending away part-time cleaning brother Robin, Timmons returned to the room, sitting on the sofa beside Bob with one butt, and said, "Look, I prove my sincerity.

I can really help you, this is the big case that will get me back to the office! "

Bob glanced at Timurs who was very utilitarian, thought about picking up a pen from the coffee table, wrote a long list of codes on a note, and gave it to Timmons, then said : "This is the frame number of the guy who came to me. Many people's license plates may be fake, but the frame numbers are too lazy to change.

If you really want to help me, look up this frame number, they say it's a "Langley" car, but I doubt it now.

I need to know who is framing me, otherwise I can't get out of this thing! "

Timmons checked the results and nodded and said, "It's not difficult ..."

As Timmons pointed to the densely packed electronic tools, he said with a smile: "I can access the FBI's internal network here. If this number exists, I can find out who its owner is."

Bob reached out and gestured, then stood up and walked to the window, looking at the roadside below. Just now the guy named Robin was standing in front of an old black man and pointing to himself.

It wasn't until the old black man patted his shoulder that Robin ran happily to the door of the restaurant across the road, bumped his fist with a black guy with scary scars on his face, and waved with one lying under the signboard The great wolf said hello and then pushed away with a bicycle.

Bob glanced back at Timmons who was already busy, and then the corner of his eyes was surprised to see a man, a woman and two children running out of an alley next to the restaurant opposite. One obviously should only appear in the documentary. Little Triceratops "Hum Hum Hum" chased behind them.

Bob couldn't help but looked at Timmons and asked, "What the **** is this place? Did I miss something?"

Timmons glanced at Bob, who was indeed a Dirt, and said, "This is the Hell's Kitchen, haven't you heard of it?"

Looking at Bob's utter expression, Timmons despised, "Have you heard of the" Manhattan Tomahawk "?"

Bob frowned at Timmons and said, "I just live in the mountains, but that doesn't mean I don't watch the news." Uncovering "those lies is the way I pass the time.

What does "Manhattan Tomahawk" have to do with this?

Just now the child reported to us with an old black man that a Triceratops chased two children out of an alley.

And there's a giant wolf about the size of a lion in front of the restaurant opposite ... "

Timmons shook his mouth and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "People who come here for the first time will have your doubts now, just get used to it!

I was ordered to monitor the restaurant opposite, and Robin was reporting my situation to my landlord. It's nothing ... "

Bob looked at Timmons with a strange look on his face and said, "Are you really FBI? FBI is so bad?"

Speaking of what Bob seemed to think, he said, "Don't tell me you're monitoring the" Manhattan Tomahawk! "The FBI is actually monitoring superheroes?"

Timmons shook his head helplessly and looked at his terrible kennel. He sighed and said, "Yes, but we generally call him" Principal Alvin ", and he speaks well!

In fact, principal Alvin is the source of all the strange things here ~ www.novelhall.com ~ but we are all used to it! "

As Timmons looked at Bob, he said seriously: "It's safe for you, at least no one here will call the police to arrest you.

But don't be hostile to the people here, especially the children opposite ... "

Bob froze, glanced at a few giggling children by the side of the window, and looked at Timmons. "You said that if I intentionally exposed my feet, those who framed me would dare to come here to kill me ? "

Timmons said while operating the computer, "It depends on the level of the person who framed you?

If their minds are clear, they will not come here to trouble you.

Well, this method of planting stolen people is very professional. It should be the clear-minded wave of people, so you should be safe here. "

Bob shook his head a little disappointed and said, "Then I can only let you drive out, it's a bit cumbersome, and it's difficult to ensure safety ..."

Timmons looked at Bob with a terrified look and said, "What do you mean by that? Want me to go around? You mean those who frame you will come to me?"

Bob looked at the horrified Timmons and nodded his head naturally, saying, "Of course, the other side showed me the frame number.

This should be the "touchstone" for those people, as long as someone touches that frame number, it will be tracked, especially if I am not dead yet ... "

Timmons looked at the vehicle information jumping out of the monitor in front of him, and swallowed it back when a **** blurted out. A faceless ace sniper could easily calm down a reel agent.

"Man, I just shot you ..."

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