Smith quickly packed up his guns and stuffed them into a long backpack.
These were all first-class goods, and they were even more convenient to use. This time, he couldn't just throw them around.
After putting on the long backpack, he suddenly raised his head.
There was no one at the broken skylight, only the dark night sky.
Frowning for a moment, he grabbed Miss Donna, who was holding the baby. "Let's go find the bar with the heavy metal band."
Miss Donna jogged. "That's ridiculous. Oliver is so young. How can he like rock music?"
Smith said, "That might be the only lead."
Besides, I took the money. That young man's ten thousand dollars isn't that easy to take. He mumbled to himself.
On the rooftop, Luke watched the two people leave, and jumped down.
Half an hour later, three black SUVs stopped in front of a rock bar on the east side, and a dozen men in black suits got out.
They definitely weren't gangsters.
They gave off the vibe of regular people. If they weren't from a professional security company, then they had been trained by a similar organization.
Luke snorted. "If.
you
like
to
gamble，
I
tell
you
I'm
your
man
You
win
some，
lose
some，
it's
still
the
same
to
Me … "
The song came from the bar at the same time.
The men in black suits surged in. A moment later, a tall man came out of a side alley with a beautiful woman holding a baby, and they entered a small hotel ten meters away.
Naturally, they were Mr. Smith, the hitman, and Miss Donna, the special therapist.
Luke was amused. "You're truly impressive. Even a professional security team can't catch you."
Several men in black suits charged out and scanned the area with their guns.
Then, someone cursed, "Damn it, someone killed Felix. Did you see anyone suspicious?"
The men in black suits spoke into their walkie-talkies, before they returned to the bar.
Luke knew that one of them had probably run into Mr. Smith and been killed without anyone noticing.
But why were the men in black suits here? Thinking, Luke looked at the surveillance cameras around him, and suddenly exclaimed, "What the hell … is this?"
At the exit of the back door, the group of men in black suits were moving the corpses. There were nearly ten of them, and they were all wrapped in black opaque plastic body bags.
However, one of the people's head wasn't pulled tight. Amidst the movement, a person's head suddenly slipped out from the slightly loosened zipper.
There was nothing strange about the corpse itself. What was strange was that there was a … carrot stuck in his left eye socket?
Is this a toy made into a carrot? Muttering to himself, Luke adjusted the camera and focused on the carrot.
In the end, no matter how he looked at it, it was a genuine carrot.
A moment later, the man guarding the car saw the head and the carrot. He cursed in annoyance and pulled up the zipper.
But his movements were too casual, and he accidentally broke the carrot. Broken, broken, broken.
Luke was lost for words. Was that really a carrot?!
In less than twenty minutes, the group of men in black suits packed up everything at the back door and sped away.
Luke thought for a moment, then went to the back door.
He went to the spot where the men in black suits had parked their cars and picked up the broken carrot.
After carefully examining it for a moment, he exerted a bit of force in his fingers and immediately crushed a small section of the carrot into a soft puddle.
Luke chuckled and stuffed the carrot into a plastic bag before he put it away in his inventory.
He leisurely returned to the street in front of the bar. Before he left the alley, he saw a dozen guys in black combat suits quietly surrounding the hotel diagonally across the street.
Their target was clear, and they moved quickly to surround a room on the second floor.
Where did they come from? Luke was suspicious.
But it turned out that the place they were surrounding was where Mr. Smith and Miss Donna were hiding.
Luke rolled his eyes and chuckled. He drew out his P226 and aimed.
Bang!
"Ah!" A gunman in black who was crouching forward on the first floor screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his butt.
The moment Luke fired, he immediately put away his gun and ran.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Intense and chaotic gunshots rang out, and several guys in black suits screamed as they fell from the second floor.
Some of them were thrown out of the room, while others were shot down when they tried to charge in.
Those guys had decent weapons. Many of them were using MP5Ks, which were expensive.
Unfortunately, even the best weapon depended on who was using it.
Mr. Smith, who was in the room, was undoubtedly a firearms expert. He also had a batch of first-rate guns from HK.
The men in black suits had the absolute advantage in numbers. After they charged into the room, Mr. Smith beat them out one by one as if he were playing whack-a-mole.
In less than five minutes, all eight men in black suits were wiped out.
Even the guy hiding in the shadows on the first floor, who had been shot in the butt, wasn't able to escape another shot from the window.
At that moment, the bar on the sidewalk changed to another song: "I've
got
a
bad
boy
and
that’s
all
right
with
me.”
"… Is
nothing
that
I
can’t
keep
Clean … "
Humming the song, Luke walked across the street unhurriedly and stood in the dark.
A few minutes later, Smith appeared again with Donna and the baby, and disappeared around a corner not far away.
Luke smiled and quickly approached the room. Looking around, he took out his fake phone and quickly took pictures of the men in black suits and their equipment, before he turned around and left.
After he got into the car, he took out a laptop from his inventory and typed in the photos, before he had the program search for clues.
The SUV slowly started up and left.
When he got home, Selina had just finished a shower and was drying her hair in a big towel in the living room.
She simply glanced at him when he returned, but didn't say anything.
After Luke came out of the shower, Selina finally said, "I've read Lucabaton's files. His record is clean."
Luke hummed in response and picked up the tablet to read the information on the weapons and equipment that the program had just analyzed.
One of the names on it was Hammerson Defense.
Selina continued, "This Lucabaton is a model police officer compared to Nick. He hasn't received any complaints in two years."
Luke searched through the files on Hammerson Defense and said, "Then he's really a law-abiding officer. Didn't the county police department give him a medal?"
"However, according to the files, this Officer Lucabaton is very close to someone from the Elsworth family," said Selina.
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