The crosshair lowered the baseball cap on his head and covered half of his face with his duck tongue.If it weren't for the hot weather here, his tactical scarf would be too conspicuous when he came out to cover his mouth, and he really wanted to take out his tactical scarf.As he left Somme's house, from the sound of gunfire and sirens everywhere, the crosshairs knew that the police must have entered the slums, and although they would definitely be hindered, they would make way for the gangsters when they found out that they were not coming for their drugs.After all, a rush is to kill people, and no one will fight hard without touching their own interests.Two black policemen died, and now the crosshairs can almost conclude that the other party must have found the body of the Somme family.But how many people in the police station are in the same league as those black cops?
The crosshair itself can't be sure.The only thing that is known now is that Black Sun must have something to do with it.For the Black Sun organization, the crosshair has never been interested.The reason why he fought with them was because he followed Qin Fei, and Qin Fei and Kunchai were Heiri's sworn enemies.It is said that Qin Fei and Kunchai were chased and killed by them all the way from Asia to Africa, for what Kunchai's sister left behind.For their own friends, the crosshairs can fight.It's just that what I didn't expect was that the hand of the Black Sun organization was so long and stretched out to Rio de Janeiro in South America.Only now did he realize what it was like for Kunchai and Qin Fei to be hunted down and killed back then, in a strange city, panicked like rats crossing the street.According to the underworld experience of the crosshairs, he knows that once there is a case of the death of a police officer, the police in the whole city will temporarily put down the case in their hands, let go of their daily grievances, and pursue themselves with all their might, knowing that they will catch people until they are caught.This is the unspoken rule of the police of almost any country in the world.Because no one knows if it will be themselves who will fall next, if they don't hold together, the criminals will kill any cop who dares to pursue them with impunity.Seeing a taxi coming towards him, the crosshair beckoned.The taxi stopped, and without saying a word, the crosshair opened the back door and got into the car."
Where is the gentleman going!?"
The driver, speaking Portuguese, looked at the guest in the rearview mirror and asked.The crosshair was about to give the address, but the ghost held back.Thanks to his years of experience on the streets, any taxi may end up tracking its own clues.He turned on his phone, called up Google Maps, checked the address Qin Fei gave him, and then selected an address next to the address."
Go to the University of Guanabara and stop at the east gate."
Walking north from this university, you can walk through a street of about a few hundred meters to reach the house number 493 of 2nd Avenue given by Qin Fei, which is the refuge that Qin Fei has designated for himself."
No problem!"
The driver pushed down the handle on the meter, then stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards Guanabara University.Night had fallen, the streets of Rio de Janeiro were brightly lit, and some scantily clad girls were standing on the side of the street, smoking cigarettes and sweeping every passing car.As soon as a car stopped next to them, these warblers would gather around and show off their hottest figures, and the men in the car would exchange some money from them.There is passionate music on the radio, this is Samba's hometown, and all music is as provocative as dance, making people have a strong desire to dance.The driver shook his fat body, his fingers constantly flapping on the steering wheel.The music stops abruptly, and the voice of the newscaster is heard."
There was a shooting in a slum near Monte Cristo this afternoon, two officers of the Criminal Unit, Adams and Bosan, were found dead in a house, and there was another body at the scene, identified as the owner of the house, Clauster, all three with multiple fatal gunshot wounds...... "......
According to police clues, a suspicious man, aged between about 20-35 years old, about 172 meters tall, black, with short black curly hair, wearing a baseball cap and wearing tactical clothing, is now wanted......
Speaks Portuguese, but with an English accent......
"The fat driver's fingers on the steering wheel that had been slowly tapping to the beat stopped.He looked up slightly, glancing into the rearview mirror.The crosshair lowered his head, put the large rucksack on his knees, and then the rucksack was covered, and his hand slowly reached into his waist and felt the handle of the pistol.If there was any change in the driver's direction, he would definitely shoot the guy.The positioning point on the phone slowly changed, but fortunately, the direction was indeed in the direction of Guanabara University, and it did not turn around and drive towards other unusual locations.The driver was very nervous, and a lot of sweat oozed from his fat body.As a taxi driver, people in this profession have a natural sensitivity.They sit in the car every day, solicit customers, take them to their destination, and then pick them up to continue to the next stop, and in this boring life, taxi drivers have learned to make fun of themselves.Some of them chatted with customers, and some of them learned how to analyze what type of occupation they belonged to, what type of life class they belonged to, and so on.Over time, they have become more discerning than some police officers.Apparently, the customer in the back seat was too much of a wanted police message on the radio.Black, wearing a baseball cap and khaki tactical pants, is also mild-...... tall There is also an accent, and when the driver asked for the location just now, the crosshair spoke.After all, Portuguese is not the mother tongue of the crosshair, he learned it from Niu'er, and the official language of South Africa is English, so the crosshairs have spoken English since he was a child, with a little English accent.The front sight's heart was like knocking over a basket of yarn, and it was a mess.Should I get off now, or wait until the driver arrives at Guanabara University?
He glanced out the window, the lights were on everywhere, and occasionally he could see the police patrolling the street, and the most terrifying thing was that he actually saw the news being broadcast from the film and television curtain wall of an electrical appliance store, and behind the host, in the upper right corner of the screen, was a photo of himself when he got off the bus near the slum!
Fack!
It must have been a traffic camera on the side of the street that captured itself.The police have been busy for several hours, and I am afraid that all the surveillance has been transferred.They couldn't see where the crosshair came from the slum, but they could see where the crosshair came in.The crosshair cursed in his heart, and the damn camera had captured himself too clearly, even the horse gagaxian's rucksack looked so dazzling.shit！
He decided to wait, and when the car reached a remote place, he asked the driver to stop, and then got out of the car and left.Just as the car drove through two intersections and entered a street with fewer pedestrians, the crosshair said to the driver, "Stop, I'm going to get off here." ”The driver didn't dare to look up at all, but sweated profusely and asked the crosshairs: "Just ......
Is it right here?
”"That's right."
After the crosshairs finished speaking, the fat driver immediately parked the car on the side of the road.The fare was given to the driver, and the car slammed on the accelerator and disappeared at the end of the street in a puff of smoke.Looking at the taillights that disappeared into the darkness, the crosshair seemed to feel something wrong.He looked around and saw a small alley on the opposite side that didn't have any lights, and he decided to go through it and find some unlit paths to go, trying to avoid those damn city probes.Just across the road, a bright headlight suddenly shone from a distance.The entire line, which was originally slightly dark, turned snow-white, and several police cars suddenly flashed their roof lights.And the worst part is that there are cars on both ends of the road, and there are police lights flashing on the roofs, and the occasional siren sounds "woo--".Oops!
The crosshair's heart suddenly understood that the fat driver sold himself!
Moreover, it is estimated that the police have already been informed!
Staring at that guy just now, how did he do it!?