The man in front of him had a crew cut and a trapezoidal face. His expression was cold, and his eyes seemed to flash coldly, making Luke's heart tighten.
Everything was the same as Ray remembered.
Ray exhaled. "How have you been in the last two years?"
Frank stepped in and slowly walked into the living room. "Not too good."
Ray seemed surprised. "What's wrong?"
Frank said, "Maria is dead, and so are Lisa and Frank Jr., right in front of me."
Ray tightened his grip on the gun behind his back, and he was even more shocked. "What happened? Come, sit down and talk. "
Frank said, "No need. I'm just here to ask you a question. Do you know Blacksmith?"
Ray frowned and thought for a moment, before he shook his head. "Never heard of him. What does he do, and where does he operate? That's the only way I can find him."
Frank was silent.
Ray looked at him and slowly moved the gun behind his back. "Frank, what's the problem? Tell me, and I'll do my best to help you. On account that we're old comrades … huh? "
Chi! There was the sound of a low jet of gas.
Ray raised his left hand in shock and covered his neck. At the same time, he couldn't help but turn around.
Halfway through, his eyes rolled back and his body went limp as he collapsed onto the sofa.
Luke, still dressed in a gray hoodie, appeared behind him and unhurriedly put away the syringe. "Let's save some time. He's been holding a gun behind his back the whole time. This doesn't look like he's meeting an old comrade. "
Frank said, "… I shot you the first time you showed up. People like us don't trust anyone. Holding a gun doesn't mean anything. "
Luke's lips curled up behind his mask. If you didn't trust me, would you have come? If you trusted him, would you have agreed to my suggestion?
It seemed that a certain tycoon wasn't unique to being a tsundere. It was just that his "Uncle Punisher" behaved differently from the tycoon.
Mocking inwardly, Luke said, "His wife and child are asleep. Let's get started."
He then took out two more syringes and injected them into Ray's neck. "He'll wake up in three minutes. You can ask him anything you want. Hmm, if he's a blacksmith, remember to ask him where the goods are hidden. "With that said, he left the room.
Frank acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He walked in front of Ray, searched him, turned off the safety on the pistol, and threw it to the side.
Then, he sat down beside Ray and waited quietly.
The room was deathly silent. Two minutes later, Ray's eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was dull and unfocused as it fell into the air in front of him.
Frank's breathing became heavier and faster. Hundreds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally asked the question in his heart, "Did you kill Maria and the others?"
…
On the other side, Luke went straight to a cabin ten meters away.
After putting Ray's wife and son to sleep just now, he had already roughly checked the inside of the house. There were no obvious abnormalities, but the smell of gun oil and other things came from the storage room more than ten meters away from the main house.
Opening the door, he ignored the various tools inside and walked straight to a wall. He reached behind a heavy cutting machine and fumbled for a moment before pressing a hidden button.
With a slight sound, an iron staircase slowly opened up on the ground. It turned out to be a basement.
He stepped down, and the lights in the room automatically lit up. He looked around, only to find himself in a sea of weapons.
There were more than fifty pistols, rifles, and shotguns of all kinds. There were also several types of machine guns, ranging from the light Squad 249 machine gun to the heavy six-barreled 14-inch machine gun. There were also grenade launchers, RPGs, grenades, smoke grenades, stun grenades, and other battlefield equipment. There was enough equipment for two standard infantry squads.
Luke only glanced at them briefly before his eyes quickly fell on a laptop.
Inserting a USB cracker into it, he turned on the laptop and took out his fake phone.
A few minutes later, his eyes lit up as he smiled at the open folders on his fake phone. "Found it."
He turned off the laptop and put it away in his inventory before he looked around.
With a thought, he put the grenade launcher, RPGs, grenades, smoke grenades, stun grenades, and other consumables into his inventory.
He didn't touch the other guns, bullets, and equipment. He had a lot of them in stock, and it wasn't difficult to get them. There was no need to take them away.
After that, he left and returned the basement to its original state.
When he returned to the living room, he saw Frank standing silently in front of the sofa.
Ray was lying on the sofa with a hole in his forehead.
Luke slapped his forehead. You're really fast. You killed him just like that! It's a good thing I found the information on my side, or I wouldn't have been able to find Blacksmith's goods.
He didn't disturb Frank. He had to give him some peace and quiet after getting his revenge.
He simply leaned against the table and took out his fake phone to check Frank's interrogation video.
Fortunately, he had always been prepared and kept as much information as possible.
The Ray who died on the sofa was full name Ray Schoonover.
He was a colonel in the Marines and Frank and Robert's boss before they retired.
At the same time, Ray had another identity — an expert who carried out secret missions for several agencies around the world and did the dirty work.
If a team member died on a secret mission, they would become mercenaries and have nothing to do with the US military.
Thus, Ray had a lot of privileges in the US military. For example, records of his and his team's movements and the means of transportation they took were mostly in the hands of a few people.
Many of the things they took out or brought into the United States were quite sensitive, and basically wouldn't be recorded by the military.
With this convenient channel, coupled with Ray's long-term exposure to dirty work, his bottom line quickly disappeared.
Seeing that the people above him were making a fortune through his killings, Ray also started his own third industry — smuggling and selling illegal drugs. He had many nicknames, and "Blacksmith" was one of them.
Even if the big shots who commanded him didn't have concrete evidence, they still had a rough idea of what his business was.
But nobody said anything.
A black-hearted subordinate who liked to make money was more useful than a loyal and patriotic soldier.
If something happened to Ray one day, they could just get rid of him and take the money he made.
But Ray was quite capable. After more than ten years, not only did he not die, he even climbed from the position of major to colonel, and his business grew bigger and bigger.
After pulling in a few big shots to protect him, the chances of him being silenced were very small, and his life became more comfortable.
It wasn't until two years ago when Frank was about to retire that Ray, who had been going smoothly, felt trouble.
Frank had a strong aversion to selling illegal drugs, and he never held back when it came to killing the drug dealers.
Ray didn't let Frank get involved in his private business.
But after Frank retired, Ray could no longer control his communication with the outside world, and there was no guarantee that someone would try to get information from Frank to bring him down.
Frank didn't know about his "private business," and was likely to leak sensitive information.
How could Ray, who had a dirty background, let people investigate him?
When the time came, the radish would be pulled out of the mud.
It was very likely that the higher-ups would make it real and use the crime of smuggling and selling illegal drugs to execute him.
Many people would only raise their glasses to celebrate that there was one less person who knew about their dirty business.
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