I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

In the spacious and luxurious office, a handsome middle-aged white male put down the phone in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows weakly. Then I picked up the phone next to me and dialed a familiar number: "Hey, my dear, it's done, I've already paid that kid out."

Holly, who was also standing in her office, said with a serious expression: "Where did you let him go?"

"My dear, you know the rules, it's about state secrets, I can't tell you."

"Then tell me, is his place dangerous?"

The man blinked and replied carefully: "Well... within my abilities, the place where he goes has the lowest risk factor."

Yes, no matter how chaotic Mexico is, it is safer than the Middle East battlefield, the dark war in Europe and Mao Zedong, and the turmoil in Africa, right?

"Hey..." Holly sighed, turned to look at the desk, pinned Ed Meng's photo files, and said coldly, "About how long can it be delayed?"

"How can it take a week?" The man murmured, "There are not many clues, plus the unfamiliar place of life, it will take two or three days to find the goal..."

After hanging up the phone, the man sighed for a long time, and looked at the documents that were laid out in front of him. The first one was impressively a recent bust of Xie Lun.

If Xie Lun saw these documents, he would be scared in a cold sweat. In addition to the most basic personal information, there are also information on all the cases that he participated in after entering the NIA.

Among them are three cases of a snake-infested flight, a woman in white, and a last fight.

In particular, in the folder of the "woman in white", in addition to the detailed witness transcripts, there are also all the old case files that Sharon looked for, the map drawn with a pencil, and the copy of "Beth The original file of "Fu Green".

After reading these documents carefully again, the man snorted and whispered lightly: "This kid... is interesting!"

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After more than an hour of Flight, the helicopter landed on a remote road. On the highway, there were three pickup trucks waiting for Sharon.

No nonsense, Xie Lun got into the car directly, the three pickups started immediately and left.

In the pickup truck, sitting in the passenger seat is a man with sunglasses and a beard. He handed a black backpack to Xie Lun and said in a deep voice, "There are things you need in it, so please put it away carefully."

Xie Lun opened the zipper of the backpack and found that in addition to two black M9 pistols, four magazines, and a stack of green banknotes, there was also a set of personal identification documents in a plastic bag.

Opening the ID, I saw a new name "Jielun·Zhou!" printed next to my photo.

Xie Lun raised his eyebrows and looked suspiciously at the beard in front of him. The beard shrugged his shoulders: "What's wrong? I don't understand Chinese. This name was finally found on the Internet. Is there any problem?"

"Forget it," Xie Lun put away his credentials. "Although he is a little better than me in terms of talent. But if he is handsome, I am still a little better than him."

Then the inside of the car returned to quiet again, and neither of the parties stopped talking. Xie Lun didn't bother to inquire about their identities, and the other party was obviously not interested in Xie Lun's purpose.

Three seemingly ordinary pickup trucks drove along the highway for more than an hour, and finally arrived at the Mimo border station in the sunset.

The broad immigration control battle used thick stone piers to divide the road into two halves. On the right is the meter exiting and entering the ink, there are few vehicles, and the left side is the exiting ink and entering the meter, the vehicles are crowded and you can’t see the head.

Unlike the security check on the left, which is as detailed as it is almost infringing on personal privacy, the security check on the right is just a mere formality.

Beard handed the passport to the security inspector who came up. The security inspector just glanced at random, then returned the passport to signal for release.

It's definitely, the pile of dollars in the passport has disappeared.

When the convoy drove into the nearest Mexican town, the sun had already set. The pickup truck stopped in front of a very old hotel, and his beard threw a key to Sharon: "Room 216."

Xie Lun nodded, took the key, and got out of the car with his backpack. The pickup truck drove away, leaving Xie Lun alone at the door of the hotel.

Seeing from both sides of the street with unkind eyes, Xie Lun sneered disdainfully, turned and walked into the hotel without fear. But instead of going directly to 216, he opened a room on the second floor at the front desk.

I squeezed a green banknote to the front desk, and even the identity registration was exempted.

The hotel room near the border, what conditions can be imagined. The sheets covered with weird spots made Xie Lun give up his plan to sit on the bed and rest.

Close the curtains and turn on the lamp.

On the dirty table, I carefully checked the pistol and made sure that there were no problems before wearing the pistol and magazine.

After finishing the work, Xie Lun turned off the lamp, sat at the table, closed his eyes and rested.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was late at night. Suddenly Xie Lun opened his eyes, and a series of slight footsteps passed by the door of his room.

Xie Lun stood up slowly and gently opened the curtain to open a gap. There were five unfamiliar SUVs parked on the street below, and a dozen men in flowered shirts, directly holding weapons of different lengths, were standing on both sides of the vehicles.

Xie Lun's eyes flashed, he drew his pistol, and calmly prepared himself for battle.

Soon there was a muffled sound of knocking on the door outside, followed by a mess of Mexican language. After a while, there was the sound of smashing the doors of other rooms, and the screams of passengers in horror came one after another.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open.

The one who kicked the door was a dark-skinned Mexican man. Before he could see the situation in the dark room, a transparent hole appeared in his head.

Xie Lun flashed out of the room like a ghost, and several militants in the corridor did not react at all, so they were shot and killed one after another.

[You kill a member of the Kurt gang, you will be rewarded with 2 experience points]

[You killed a member of the Kurt gang...]

...

No wonder the experience value given by the system is so low, these militants are too low in combat effectiveness, and they usually bully ordinary civilians. When encountering a real elite killer, there is no resistance at all.

Street fighting in narrow corridors is not suitable for shooting with a rifle held flat. Xie Lun squatted, panning quickly left and right, and swiftly moved forward in a "Z" shape.

Within five meters, any militant who leaked under his gun had a headshot with one shot.

"5...4...3...2...1"

Xie Lun calculated the remaining bullets of the pistol in his mind. After the last bullet was shot, he picked up the pistol and knocked a militant who was leaning on the door to the ground. Grabbed the AK in his hand and headed it.

"Stop it, stop me!" A mob held a woman and held a pistol against her head, shouting loudly, "Otherwise I will punch her head..."

Without hesitation, Sharon shot the woman in the thigh, and the woman screamed and fell down weakly. Then in the horrified eyes of the mob, Xie Lun directly swept him into a hornet's nest.

(This story is adapted from the movie "First Blood 5", part of the content is based on the movies "Border Killer" and "Informer")

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