I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

"This dead ghost, still knows how to go home?"

Looking at the open door, Mrs. Smith—Jane, gritted her silver teeth angrily, pushed open the door angrily and walked in.

"Smith, you bastard, you are getting more and more outrageous. You don't go home all day and night, and you don't even make a phone call. Don't you think about it? If you don't want to, let's..."

Jane shut her mouth suddenly, because standing in the living room was a man in black whom she had never seen before.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith," the man smiled, "you can call me conductor."

"The train conductor?" Jane already held the small pistol in her bag, frowning, "How did you get in?"

"It's very simple, use the key you hid under the flower pot outside the door, open the door and walk in."

The train conductor took out a key, shook it, and gently placed it on the coffee table aside.

Jane snorted and said coldly, "Do you know that this is called trespassing on a private house, if you don't leave, I will call the police."

"Call the police?" The train conductor smiled. "Are you sure you have thought about how to explain to the police why there are so many weapons hidden in this villa?"

Jane squinted her eyes, took out her pistol, and pointed at the train conductor: "Say, who are you?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the conductor smiled calmly and said, "Don't get excited, Mrs. Smith, I'm here for your husband this time."

"Smith?" Jane's heart moved, "You know him? What's the relationship between you two?"

"It doesn't matter, let alone know each other. It's just that I met once last night and thought that Mr. Smith is a good talent. It's just a pity..."

The train conductor shook his head, with regret on his face: "Such an elite talent should not waste his life on bars, but spend it on a greater cause."

As he said that, the train conductor pointed at Jane: "And the source of his downfall is you, a beloved woman whom he never forgets!"

Jane's whole body trembled, something bad appeared in her heart, she gritted her teeth and said, "Are you here to get rid of me?"

The conductor nodded.

"Then...does he know about this?"

"I still do not know yet."

Hearing this sentence, Jane felt a little relieved for some reason, but the next sentence of the train conductor made her nervous again.

"...But at night,

He should know it already! "

Jane sneered and said, "Since you know my identity, you still dare to come alone. You really underestimate me."

"Really?" The train conductor shook his head lightly, "Woman, it's just too naive."

The pupils of Jane's eyes suddenly widened. At this moment, the train conductor rushed in front of her, stretched out her hand to grab her neck and raised it up.

The train conductor took the pistol from Jane's hand and looked at Mrs. Smith who was struggling helplessly. He sneered and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, if a man wants to grow up, he should be able to make the right choice by himself."

Jane struggled: "You... want to force Smith to kill me?"

The train conductor smiled: "I have to admit that women are indeed smarter than men at certain times."

Jane seemed to be struggling desperately, but her hands quietly reached into her jacket pockets. But just as she put it in her pocket, the train conductor pinched her unconscious with a little force.

"Poison?" The train conductor took out a seemingly ordinary capsule from Jane's jacket pocket, sniffed it up to his nose, and shook his head, "In order to make me lose the bargaining chip to threaten Smith, you actually want to commit suicide?"

With a shake of his hand, he threw the capsule into his mouth and chewed it like chewing gum: "This is also a material that can be made, but unfortunately...we never accept women in this industry..."

***

"Honey, dying, have you cooked yet?"

Scoff pushed open the door, looked at the empty room, and asked in doubt: "Strange, where did you go again, did you go to the hotel to pack?"

Wick pulled him back suddenly, pulled out his pistol, and pointed vigilantly into the room. After walking in slowly, he glanced down at the table in the living room, frowned and said, "That guy has been here before."

Scoff walked forward quickly, looked down, and saw the latest subway timetable on the desk.

And on today's date, a circle is clearly drawn with a red pen.

At this time, Smith's cell phone rang, and he took it out to take a look, and his face suddenly changed.

It was a text message with only three names in it: "Jane, Helen, Maya!"

"Damn it!" Smith threw the phone to Wick, gritted his teeth, "That guy has not only been here, he has been to our house. God, how did he know our details?"

"You can't kill with a gun, so it's not surprising to know something else."

After Wick read the text message, his expression didn't seem to change, but Smith's cell phone was directly crushed by him.

"The message is clear," Wick clapped his hands, and picked up the timetable on the desk. "He wants us to board the midnight train today, otherwise..."

Otherwise, Wick doesn't need to say more, Smith and Schauf are also clear about it.

"What are you waiting for?"

Scoff rushed into the kitchen and ran back with a kitchen knife: "Fight it all, I will save Maya even if I die."

"Only with that little broken knife in your hand?" Wick snorted and looked at Smith. "We need a more powerful weapon."

Smith's eyes were red, he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

The three men still had time to eat, so they immediately went out and drove to Smith's house.

When the three of them got out of the car and Smith took the lead to walk towards the villa, a neighbor next to him ran over and said loudly: "Hey, man, why didn't you come to the community gathering last night? That's not okay, in In our community, monthly gatherings are very important, and this is where we..."

Smith, Wick, and Scoff turned their heads at the same time, looking at him coldly.

Looking at the three pairs of emotionless eyes, the man shuddered all over for some reason, and quickly changed his words: "...Actually, it's not that important, it's just us men looking for an excuse to drink...What, my house gas It's okay, I'll go back first, you're busy..."

As he said that, the guy turned around and ran, and fell when he ran into his garden. Not daring to turn back just like that, he rushed into his home in one breath and closed the door tightly.

Smith snorted, took the two of Wick to his garage, and opened the secret door.

After the three of them walked down the stairs, looking at the weapons in the basement, Scoff couldn't help swallowing: "Brother, although I haven't asked, I can't help it now. You... What kind of work do you do? "

Smith reached out and picked up a rocket, and said coldly without looking back: "Senior financial advisor!"

"..." Scoff looked at Wick, who was holding a shotgun and reloading it, "Then what are you doing?"

Wick threw the loaded shotgun to Scoff and said coldly, "Costume designer!"

Scoff felt the cold body of the gun in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, freelance photographer, and many of our colleagues do the same job as you, just get used to it in the future."

Smith said impatiently: "Wick, is 20 kilograms of TNT enough? I'll ask the company's logistics to send some if it's not enough."

"Almost." Wick looked at a big guy standing in the corner, "How much of this stuff do you have in stock?"

Smith glanced at it, then smiled: "Five shots!"

Wick nodded: "Take them all!"

Skoff came over and saw a row of black letters "FIM-92" sprayed on the emerald green box.

"Stinger" individual portable air defense missile!