Jiang Hua's figure appeared across the Hudson River. He came to sit down on a bench and waited quietly. Almost two minutes later, a figure climbed up from the embankment of the river and took out a bag from the bushes. , and then started to change clothes.
"Ahem." Jiang Hua coughed twice, breaking the silence at the moment.
The sudden coughing sound startled the dark figure who had just changed clothes. He quickly drew his gun and took aim. It was a bass: "Who?"
"The person who is specially waiting for you." Jiang Hua tapped the ground with his cane: "Can you sit down and talk?"
"It's not necessary anymore." The shadow held a gun in his right hand, put on his backpack with his left hand, and was about to leave.
"I know something about you, Frank Custer, and I can help you." Jiang Hua directly revealed the identity of the black shadow. This was the protagonist of the gun battle at the dock warehouse. He had laid out a suspicious array before the police arrived, but he quietly Escape from the river.
"Who are you?" Custer stopped leaving and turned around, still pointing the gun at Jiang Hua.
"Don't be so nervous, I'm just someone who wants to recruit you." This is Jiang Hua's purpose. Frank Custer is also a tragic man. He participated in the CIA's secret operation in the army, and finally found out that this was an unjust operation. After he announced his withdrawal from the battle, it led to revenge. His family, wife and children were all killed. He was lucky enough to survive.
"Since you know about me, you should know that I hate gangs very much, so why are you recruiting me? Are you not afraid that I will kill you?" Custer also had some doubts. He was from the Marine Corps and had participated in covert operations. , I hate evil things to the core, why would anyone come to woo me?
"The underworld, that one is too low-end and too troublesome." Jiang Hua looked at the figure still hidden in the shadows.
"Then you should also know that I am a patriot and will not join anti-social and anti-government forces." Although Frank Custer is ruthless, it is all aimed at gangsters, which does not mean that he will do something matter.
"Haha, it seems that your bottom line is quite high." Jiang Hua chuckled and stood up from the bench: "I have no ill intentions towards you, and I even sneer at those anti-human and anti-social organizations. As for being anti-government, then It depends on what the government does. I am just interested in you as a person. You act decisively and have your own bottom line. As for your force, it is really insignificant."
"Really? Then thank you for your attention." After Castor finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave.
"I'll give this to you as a meeting gift." Jiang Hua kicked his foot, and a suitcase was rowed towards Custer.
"I didn't agree to your invitation." Custer stared at Jiang Hua closely, as if to read his thoughts.
"This is a gift, with no strings attached." Jiang Hua shrugged: "Don't worry, I can track your whereabouts at any time. There's not much more than this. To open the box, I only need your palm prints and voice prints. Either one will work." Yes, that's fine if you have bad taste in feet."
Custer looked at Jiang Hua for a while, then picked up the box at his feet. The box was lighter than expected, only about ten kilograms. After weighing it, he turned and left.
Jiang Hua didn't pay attention to his attitude. He smiled and turned into a raven shadow and flew to the other side of the river.
Custer carried the box and got into a gray car and left. He came to a temporary safe house and looked at the silver-gray box. It had a metallic texture, but it didn't feel cold to the touch. There were no gaps in the box. The handles are all fixed.
I looked up and down, but couldn't see the fingerprint verification position. I flattened the box, put my hand on top of the box, and said "open". The top of the box rose upwards, like a clothes hanger, with a set of black full-body protective clothing inside. A, the most eye-catching chest is printed with a white skull.
Under the box were two pistols, a submachine gun, a rifle, and a dismantled sniper rifle. I picked up the firearms one by one. These materials were very light and felt very good. Look at the armor again, like It's like it's tailor-made for you.
After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out Jiang Hua's purpose, so he put on this armor without hesitation. It fit very well and was comfortable. After moving around a bit, the carapace on the chest was also very textured and did not affect his movement. But is it bulletproof? This is the current thought in Custer's head, and he finally puts on a thin helmet.
The moment he closed the armor, a screen appeared in front of Frank Custer's eyes, which displayed the data and functions of this full-body armor, including firearms and bullets.
The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, because this full-body armor was so abnormal, it looked like something out of a science fiction movie. Bulletproof was the most basic, it maintained the internal temperature, filtered the air, and what frightened him the most was that it could fly and become invisible. , not just visual invisibility, he tried these functions and found that they were all real.
This also reminded him of Jiang Hua's words: "Your force is really insignificant."
Now he believed it, because with this armor, his own strength was really insignificant. Even an ordinary person could easily kill him as long as he put on this armor, even if he had experienced hundreds of battles. , superman with accurate marksmanship and fighting skills.
Finally, there is a message from Jiang Hua in this set of armor: If you need support, you can contact me.
After this sentence was played, the full-body armor began to shrink, forming a black armed belt. It was obviously a nano-combat suit.
That night, the police on the dock were busy until dawn, dealing with the scene in the dock warehouse. This was a major case. Although the victims were all gangsters, it had been known to the media. More than fifty people died, and the media did not care about them. What is your identity and how do you attract attention? This is the nature of the media.
After dawn, Jiang Hua looked at the still busy dock. There were many people gathered there, including the media and the public. The most common ones were the gangsters from Hell's Kitchen. After all, this was about their vital "interests". This was more like a demonstration. .
"This scene is really interesting. The gangsters are demonstrating against the police, hoping to catch the murderer as soon as possible to protect themselves." Jiang Hua looked at the scene in the distance with a telescope and suddenly laughed.
"They were so scared that they directly killed more than fifty gangsters armed with weapons, and they were doing so during the transaction. If this god of murder had been staying in Hell's Kitchen, it would be equivalent to having a Dharma hanging on their heads. The Sword of Chris might come down. There is already a masked man here doing chivalry. If another one comes, will they still be alive?" Li Qingyun had already prepared breakfast.
Jiang Hua took a bun and ate it: "It was really lively last night, and all the demons and vampires came to join in the fun."
"Are they also involved?" Li Qingyun heard Jiang Hua mention vampires and demons, and looked over curiously.
"That's not true. Hell's Kitchen breeds sin and fear, and has always attracted demons. It's not surprising that there are demons, but vampires have never been active in this area. Why would they pay attention to this place? Obviously there is something they need here." Jiang Hua Leaning on the chair, looking at the black air in the distance that has not dissipated, it is left by demons and vampires, after all, the sun has not yet shined.
"Vampires, of course, need blood, but there are only dead people here. Do they want to suck the blood of dead people?" Li Qingyun was a little confused: "There were police around at the time. The vampires should not be so hungry yet."
"Then it's possible that this battle has affected them. Vampires shouldn't take drugs. Vampires are an immortal race and shouldn't be short of money. The only thing that concerns them is blood food. The gangsters who were killed may also be engaged in human trafficking, or maybe they were involved in human trafficking yesterday. Is there human trafficking?" Jiang Hua thought for a moment and thought it was very possible: "Xingkong, check if there were any suspicious ships or vehicles near the dock last night. After all, the dock here has been abandoned for a long time."
"Okay, sir." Xingkong replied and then fell silent.
Before Jiang Hua could finish the second bun, a holographic image appeared next to the dining table, showing the route of a ship. It turned around and left when it was approaching the Clinton District Pier. The time was three o'clock in the middle of the night. Next, This is the real-time monitoring of this ship. It is floating in the Upper Bay near Brooklyn Heights at the moment.
This is a modified fishing boat more than ten meters long. There are more than thirty women crowded together below the deck. Most of them look Hispanic. This boat does not seem to be capable of long voyages, but more like a transit ship.
"How to deal with this?" Looking at the women crowded in the small cabin, with panic and helplessness on their faces, Li Qingyun felt compassion: "If they are really traded to vampires, they will probably not survive for a few days. , if they are traded to gangsters, their fate will be miserable."
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Hua looked at Li Qingyun's face: "This decision is up to you."
"They must be rescued, but what about their livelihood? If they are handed over to the police, they will definitely be deported and allowed to move freely. How should they live?" Li Qingyun became more and more entangled as she thought about it. Since she had interfered in other people's lives, she had to Be responsible: "Send them to the outskirts of the city and leave a thousand dollars each. Since they choose to smuggle in, the rest of their lives will be decided by themselves."
"As long as you're happy." Jiang Hua didn't care. This little effort was a drop in the bucket for him.
"But these costs shouldn't be borne by us, right? It should be borne by those who organized the smuggling." Li Qingyun's eyes lit up as she thought about it: "We can rob these gangs."
"It has reached a point where it is no longer anyone's responsibility. It is impossible to say what role these gangs who organized smuggling played in the process, whether they smuggled voluntarily or were forced, and what kind of life they wanted." Jiang Hua analyzed it for him.
"But these gangs will definitely sell stowaways to vampires. Since they have done this, they will have to pay the price." Li Qingyun directly characterized the matter.
"Okay, what should we do? Who do you want? Just tell Argus directly. I don't think any of them will refuse to do it." Jiang Hua called Argus over. After all, this is Li Qingyun's first time. , participated in these fighting and killing.
"I will fully cooperate, madam." Argus also expressed his stance.
Li Qingyun had something to do and was in high spirits: "Then let the special agents mobilize and find out the details of the smuggling gangs as soon as possible. The more detailed the better before nightfall. Maybe they will trade after dark. Let's split into two ways and rescue the hostages." Do we have enough manpower to attack gang lairs at the same time?"
"Two people are enough to deal with these little thieves. Since you want to have a big fight, just leave two people and everyone else will come." Jiang Hua didn't care. Everyone was having a good time: "Why don't you inform me? Call Frank Custer and see if he wants to participate."
"Is he willing to participate?" Li Qingyun was a little confused.
"This is fighting crime, I think he is very happy." After Jiang Hua finished speaking, he sent a message to Frank Custer's mobile phone, explaining the operation.
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