Luke was lost for words. Am I being flirted with? But this wasn't the right time.
Helplessly, he observed the Toyota at the corner of the alley thirty meters away.
Selina said, "Luke, you've changed! You're actually singing your favorite song to me openly. "
Luke mumbled inwardly, Acting! That's all acting, got it?
Selina stopped mocking him and didn't continue.
This was a fishing moment, and it would be too much to treat the communication system as a tool for chatting.
A few minutes later, Selina alerted him. "Palmer's car is coming out. Exit B2."
Luke got up and walked unhurriedly to the exit of the parking lot.
Almost at the same time, he saw the Toyota move.
Luke narrowed his eyes.
He couldn't see the exit of the parking lot from here. So, did these two have spies as well? Or were there spies around to keep an eye out for them?
Spies weren't a big problem, since that was an internal matter of the DEA. The DEA wouldn't be the DEA without spies.
But if there were spies, he would have to be careful.
Leaving aside a lunatic like Bullseye, any veteran or SWAT officer acting as a sniper would be dangerous.
"Selina, move the two surveillance cameras on the roof to the buildings around us and search for any observers," he said, his throat vibrating.
"Got it. I've already adjusted it. I've also checked the surveillance cameras on both sides to check the positions of the surrounding streets," Selina replied.
Luke hummed in response and continued to walk toward the exit.
He walked in a straight line along a path between trees on the edge of a small square.
The Toyota, however, had to turn around a corner and head for the exit of the parking lot.
He was walking on the hypotenuse of a triangle, while the other party was walking on an L-shaped path. There was a weird sense of coordination between them.
When the car reached B2, Luke happened to be close to it.
"There's something wrong with the third window from the left on the tenth floor of a twelve-story gray apartment in the northeast," said Selina.
Shaking his head, Luke skipped along the path as he glanced over the area.
With his keen eyesight, he vaguely saw a reflection.
Lens? Binoculars or a scope? He murmured to himself.
"Selina, call Palmer and tell her to wait five minutes. I'm going to check on the guy on the tenth floor," said Luke.
The apartment building to the northeast where the ambushers were suspected to be was to the left of Exit B2, but the shooting range was blocked by a row of trees at the exit.
It was only when Palmer swerved a short distance from the exit that she would be exposed to the ambushers' best shot.
Nobody knew how long it would take for a woman to leave after work, not to mention a beautiful woman like Palmer.
It was normal for her to touch up her makeup in the parking lot. A five-minute delay shouldn't have alerted the ambushers.
Of course, Palmer would definitely be involved in the interrogation later.
Even if it was for her own good, he didn't let her take the risk, so she still had to share some of the credit.
Luke passed through B2 and headed northeast.
However, his movements were all hidden by the landscape trees, and he had put on the close-fitting alloy bulletproof vest the moment he came out for duty.
In two minutes, he dashed into the apartment building two hundred meters away. Instead of waiting for the elevator, he simply ran up the stairs and turned on the electronic surveillance function on his fake phone.
If the enemy was a sniper, he couldn't underestimate their skills. Chances were that they were also using high-tech weapons.
This was an old-fashioned apartment building. Naturally, there weren't any surveillance cameras on the stairs. Unleashing his superhuman strength and agility, it only took Luke thirty seconds to reach the tenth floor, which was faster than waiting for the elevator.
Still, he had to be careful not to make too much noise on the floor, or he would be able to reach the top in ten seconds.
Luke took a deep breath when he reached the tenth floor.
He quickly picked up the scent of gun oil and gunpowder.
Even though the person had already taken a shower, it couldn't be completely wiped away.
He silently approached the door and paused at the side for a few seconds. He quickly confirmed that there was no trap on the door and the location of the person inside.
Luke slapped the lock with one hand.
With a bang, the lock flew in as if it had been hit by a battering ram, and the wooden door was abruptly opened.
A baseball suddenly appeared in Luke's hand, and with a swoosh, it hit the head of a person who happened to be turning around three meters away.
Bam!
The person's body and head only managed to turn half a circle before his head tilted to the side and collapsed on the long dining table.
Luke quickly stepped forward and cuffed the man's hands behind his back. He then checked the man's belongings and found a walkie-talkie.
He took out his fake phone and took a close-up shot of the guy's face. He sent the photo to Selina. "The guy on the tenth floor has been taken care of. Find out who he is. He's probably from the army."
Luke didn't even need to look closely to figure out the man's background.
He was fully dressed in American equipment, and gave off the vibe of a regular soldier. Except for the lack of insignia, the guy was dressed exactly like a military elite.
Looking at the man's decorations in the apartment, Luke could tell that he clearly wasn't from a military background.
The long dining table had been pulled to the window, and the back of the table was raised so that it was naturally inclined toward the window.
The curtain was only slightly opened before it was fixed in place so that it wouldn't be affected by the wind, and there was enough vision for the sniper.
Compared with the sharpshooters on TV who could casually set up their sniper rifles on the windowsill and hit every shot, this person was a true professional.
Naturally, a sniper couldn't fire in the most comfortable environment all the time, but doing their best to adjust themselves to a suitable shooting state was very helpful in increasing the accuracy of their shots.
Luke looked at the sniper rifle again.
It was an M24, which had clearly been modified. It definitely wasn't a new gun.
But to his surprise, it wasn't the scope that had reflected the light just now. The sniper wasn't that unprofessional, and had installed a light shield on the scope.
The thing that had reflected the light was a piece of glass in a cabinet in the apartment. When the afternoon sun shone on the glass, it happened to reflect some sunlight.
This uninvited sniper clearly hadn't expected that the owner of the apartment would use the top of the cabinet as a storage room.
Luke dragged the man into the bedroom, took out a rope from his inventory, and tied the man up in a way that resembled Neon Rope Against the Sea. Basic Rope Skills made it easy for him to use a rope.
In the end, he wrapped the man's mouth with glue before he was finally done.
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