Super Doctor of the Universe

In the lobby on the ground floor of the building, several people were talking excitedly. More than a dozen women who had taken off their clothes were packing the goods. Four or five armed guards were patrolling back and forth.

A white man said, "Recently, many people have been killed by guys who came out of nowhere, and several batches of goods have been lost. Now the supply of goods in this area is tight, and this batch of goods can at least increase the price and make a profit of 30%."

"Because of this, you have to be more careful." Another man who was obviously the leader said, "You should know that who knows if we will target you."

The leading man was called Owen, and he was also an important subordinate of Raf Damico. At this time, they were preparing for shipment.

Just as Owen finished speaking, the door of the room was suddenly knocked. The thick iron door made three crisp clangs and then stopped. The two gangsters guarding the door raised their guns vigilantly.

After a brief pause, three knocks on the door sounded again. Owen waved his hand, signaling the guards in the hall to take out their guns, be alert, and be ready to fire at any time.

Seeing that his men were ready, he gestured to the gangster at the door, asking him to open the small window on the door to observe who was coming.

A gangster put his face forward, but saw the guard outside standing behind a man wearing a hat and a black windbreaker with a serious face, and the gun in his hand was pointed at this man.

Only the lower half of the man in black was in his sight. Because of the wide brim of the hat, he could only see the two small mustaches at the corners of his mouth.

The gangster was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who is he?"

The gangster outside the door said with a straight face: "He said he is a big customer and wants to talk to the boss in person."

The gangster inside the door frowned and said, "Have you searched him?"

The gangster outside the door raised his empty hand and showed a thick stack of 100-dollar bills: "This is all he has. He said it's a deposit."

At this time, the gangster inside the door looked at Owen: "Someone said he wanted to buy goods. He has been searched. He only has cash."

Of course, he couldn't see it in the small window. The gangster outside the door had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead. Behind him was Mindy, who was pointing a gun at him. She was small and activated the optical camouflage to cover her. She couldn't be found in the dark.

Owen in the warehouse also heard the conversation at the door faintly. He hesitated and waved to the gangsters who were on guard with guns. These gangsters dispersed a little, and the muzzles of their guns dropped, but they didn't put them away.

The iron gate was opened, and he took a step back slightly, pointing the gun in his hand at Link, who was dressed in black and disguised.

Link, dressed in black, walked slowly into the iron gate and walked to the women who were packing the goods, as if he was looking at the goods.

Owen frowned when he saw this: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Link said: "To be honest, it's not easy to find you. I have visited many of your colleagues before..."

As he spoke, he crossed his hands and stretched them to his waist. At the same time, Mindy used optical camouflage to sneak in quietly when these people focused on Link.

As a habitual offender, Owen was extremely vigilant, experienced, and quick to react. At this time, he immediately realized that Link was probably up to no good, and without hesitation, he shouted: "Shoot, kill him."

Just as Owen spoke, Link pulled out two 30-centimeter-long knives from his waist under his cloak. The blurry knife shadow flashed in the air, and the two gangsters who rushed over felt a pain in their throats and fell to the ground.

Pah pah pah pah!

At this time, a series of gunshots had already sounded, but Link, who was surrounded by them in the center of the venue just now, had appeared seven or eight meters away. He waved the knife in his hand again, and another gunman fell down.

"I don't like violence, because it usually can't solve problems." Link's voice was neither hurried nor slow, and there was no change at this moment, and the deafening gunshots did not cover it.

The knife wiped across the neck of a gangster again, even if the man tried to hide behind his companions, it was useless. Then Link passed by him and waved his hand, and a line of blood spurted out of the neck of the gangster's companion.

"But violence can solve the people who create problems. For example, you people will only create problems. Solving you is the real permanent solution..."

Link tapped his feet continuously, like a ghost without mass, turning back and forth in the air, crossing his hands and reaching into his waist again, and two more knives appeared in his hands.

Before anyone saw how he made his move, the two bandits who were shooting with rifles fell to the ground, and Link stopped his action and looked at Owen.

At this time, Owen suddenly realized that several of his men were also killed. A girl wearing a mask and very high-tech clothes stood beside him and put away the knives on his men.

Owen's eyes widened, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the knife. The knife was not stained with blood, but Owen felt that he smelled a strong smell of blood on it. The sharp tip of the knife seemed to press on his Adam's apple, making him dare not even swallow his saliva.

Trying hard to control his trembling body, Owen tried not to move his throat, but only moved his lips, and squeezed out a question: "Who are you?"

"Identity is just a form of essence." Link's mouth curled up: "Now, I ask you to answer. As long as you give me a satisfactory answer, tonight may become a good memory."

Owen's heart sank: "What do you want to know?"

"Tell me everything you know about Rafe Damico's movements and your main channels for shipping goods, warehouses, etc."

"Damn it! Do you know what you have to face if you go against the Damico family?" Owen's face was ugly.

But then he felt the cold blade close to his throat. He didn't even feel the pain. The warm and slippery feeling came from his neck, and there was also the smell of blood.

He decisively admitted his defeat: "Rav now stays in the Damico family's building every day. Our goods mainly come from Mexico by sea. After the goods arrive, they will be stored in..."

Link asked a few more questions, and important questions were repeated in these questions. Owen's answers were the same every time, and there was no hesitation. In addition, he had learned in depth how to observe micro-expressions and movements to make sure that the other party was telling the truth.

After knowing almost everything, Link nodded again: "One last question..."

At this moment, Link noticed that Owen suddenly showed ecstasy, and felt a little palpitation in his heart. He didn't bother to look back, and shouted: "Quick!" At the same time, he rushed to the side and hid behind a car. Then he heard two gunshots.

Owen, who was standing in front of Link, was shot in the chest and fell to the ground and screamed, but Link estimated that he couldn't scream for long because he knew that Owen was injured in the artery.

The shot was originally aimed at Link. If Link hadn't dodged quickly, he might have been shot in the back!