Absolute Honor

The front sight 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 it came out to cover his mouth. He really wanted to take out his tactical scarf.

When leaving Somm’s house, from the gunshots and the sound of police sirens everywhere, the sight knew that the police must have entered the slum, although they would definitely be hindered, but when the gang members here discovered that they were not coming for their own drugs When the time comes, it will definitely make way for them.

After all, rushing is killing people, and no one can 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 Somm family.

But how many people in the police station are in the same group as those black policemen?

The front sight itself couldn't be sure.

The only thing I know now is that the black sun must be related to this matter.

For the Black Sun organization, the crosshairs have never been interested. I fought with them because I followed Qin Fei, and Qin Fei and Kunchai were Hei Ri's rivals.

It is said that Qin Fei and Kunchai were chased by them all the way from Asia to Africa for what Kunchai sister left behind.

For your own friends, the sight can be a battle.

What I didn't expect was that the black sun organization's hands were so long that they reached Rio de Janeiro in South America.

He only now realized what it was like Kunchai and Qin Fei were chased and killed in the past, in a strange city, panic like a mouse crossing the street.

According to the sight of the underworld, he knew that once a police officer died, the police in the city would temporarily put aside the case, put aside the grievances and grievances in the day, and pursue him with all his strength, knowing that they will be arrested until the end.

This is almost the unspoken rule of any national police in the world.

Because no one knows if he is the next one to fall, if they don't cling together, criminals will unscrupulously kill any policeman who dares to pursue them.

Seeing a taxi approaching him, the front sight beckoned.

The taxi stopped, the front sight opened the back door and got into the car without saying a word.

"Where are you going, sir!?" The driver asked, speaking in Portuguese, looking at the guest in the rearview mirror.

The front sight just wanted to say the address, but he held it back like a ghost.

This is due to his years of experience of wandering the streets, any taxi may be a clue to track itself in the end.

He turned on the 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."

Going north from this university and crossing a street of about several hundred meters, you can reach the number 493 on the 2nd Avenue given by Qin Fei, which is the refuge designated by Qin Fei for himself.

"No problem!" The driver pushed down the handle on the meter, then stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the University of Guanabara.

Night has fallen, and the streets of Rio de Janeiro are brightly lit. Some **** and revealing girls are standing in twos and threes on the street, smoking cigarettes, and sweeping every passing car. As long as there is a car stopping next to them, these warblers will crowd around, show off their hottest figure, and show off the men in the car, hoping to exchange some money from them.

Passionate and unrestrained music came from the radio. This is the hometown of samba. All music is as moving as a dance, and it makes people have a strong desire to dance.

The driver shook his fat body, flapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

The music suddenly stopped, and the sound of the newscaster's mechanical version was heard.

"There was a shooting incident in a slum near Monte Cristo this afternoon. Two criminal officers, Adams and Persang, were found dead in a house. There was another corpse at the scene, which was identified as the owner, Klaus, All three of them had multiple fatal gunshot wounds..."

"...According to clues from the police department, we are now looking for a suspicious man between 20-35 years old, about 1.72 meters tall, black, with short black curly hair, wearing a baseball cap, and wearing tactical clothing... speaks Portuguese. , But with an English accent..."

The fat driver stopped slowly with his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

He raised his head slightly and glanced in the rearview mirror.

The front sight lowered his head, put the big rucksack on his knees, and then covered the rucksack, slowly stretched his hands to his waist, and touched the handle of the pistol.

As long as the driver makes any changes, he will definitely shoot this guy to death.

The positioning point on the phone slowly changed, but the direction was indeed towards the University of Guanabara, and it did not turn around and drive towards another unusual location.

The driver was very nervous, and his fat body oozes a lot of sweat.

As a taxi driver, people in this profession are naturally sensitive.

They sit boringly in the car every day, soliciting guests and then sending them to the destination, and then picking up the guests to continue to the next stop. In this boring life, the taxi drivers have learned to make fun for themselves.

Some of them chat with customers, while others learn how to analyze what type of occupation they belong to, what type of life class and so on from the clothing of the guests.

Over time, they are better than some police officers.

Obviously, the customer in the back seat fits the police station's wanted message on the radio too much.

Black people, wearing baseball caps, khaki tactical pants, and moderate height...

There is also an accent. When the driver asked about the location just now, the front sight spoke.

After all, Portuguese is not the native language of the crosshairs. He learned it from a girl. The official language of South Africa is English, so the crosshairs have spoken English since childhood, with a little English accent.

The sight of the sight was like knocking over a basket of wool, and it became a mess.

Should I get off the bus now, or wait for the driver to get off at the University of Guanabara?

He glanced out the window, the lights were on everywhere, and occasionally the police could be seen patrolling the street. The most frightening thing was that he actually saw the news being broadcast on the screen wall of an electrical appliance store, and behind the host, the upper right of the screen Horn, is the photo of himself when he got off the car near the slum!

FAK!

It must be a traffic camera on the street that took pictures of me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The police have been busy for a few hours, and I am afraid they have already transferred all the surveillance.

They couldn't see where the crosshair came out of the slum, but they could see where the crosshair came in.

The front sight kept cursing in his heart, and the **** camera took pictures of himself so clearly, even the MacGyxian rucksack looked so dazzling.

SHIT!

He decided to wait, and when the car reached a remote place, he asked the driver to stop and get out of the car and leave.

When the car passed two intersections and entered a street with less pedestrians, the front sight said to the driver: "Stop, I want to get off here."

The driver did not dare to look up at all, but sweated profusely and asked the front sight: "Is it... right here?"

"That's right." After the sight was finished, the fat driver immediately stopped the car on the side of the road.

The driver was given the fare, and the car slammed on the accelerator, and disappeared at the end of the street.

Looking at the taillights disappearing into the darkness, the front sight seemed a little bad.

He looked around and saw that there was a small alley on the opposite side, without any lights, he decided to go through there, and then find some roads without lights, avoiding those **** city probes as much as possible.

Just after crossing the road, a bunch of bright car lights suddenly shone from a distance.

The whole line, which was originally slightly dark, became snowy white, and several police cars suddenly flashed their roof lights.

And the most terrible thing is that there are cars coming here at both ends of the road, and there are warning lights on the roofs flashing, and occasionally the "Woo-" sirens sounded.

Oops!

The sight of the sight suddenly understood that the fat driver had sold himself!

Moreover, it is estimated that the police have already been notified!

Just staring at that guy, how did he do it! ?

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