In the small room, Smith experienced two fierce firefights, one with Quintana, and the other with the cold corpses on the ground.
Quintana went to the bathroom to change clothes and breastfeed the baby who was waiting to be fed. Russell and Smith were touching the corpse. The hotel was no longer safe. The next wave of attackers might arrive at any time. The two hoped to get useful clues from the corpse before the enemy arrived.
The attackers all wore uniform uniforms. Smith judged that they were veterans and found clues from their guns.
Quintana changed his clothes, and the three of them drove out of the hotel quickly without delay.
The notes were late again. After Ford drove away from the hotel door, the urgent alarm bell sounded from the corner of the street. In the rearview mirror, Russell saw more than ten police cars and two armored riot vehicles.
The explosion-proof car door opened, and two teams of SWAT officers filed out with guns in hand. They were wearing helmets and tactical vests. When they turned around, they revealed white English on the back of the black vests.
SWAT! !
Russell frowned. He still knew about SWAT. Under normal circumstances, it would not be dispatched. Its main task was to deal with extreme violent criminal incidents. The usual targets were gangsters and underworld gangs with heinous crimes.
The appearance of this group of people meant that Russell and Smith were labeled as heinous criminals by the people above.
【Ding! 】
[The host contacts SWAT and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
Well, at least there's some good news.
Russell comforted himself while starting the lottery. Soon, he got a character card from the system prompts.
[Character card: Swart (he actually said that my transport ship's 100 kills and 0 deaths were due to the use of assistance, and kicked me out of the room, you guys are noobs, I, Swart, never cheat)]
Russell: "..."
Play well, kill 0 out of 100, no one will kill you!
Smith was sitting in the passenger seat, holding the trophy he got from picking up the body, a pistol with a strong metallic texture.
"Look at this, the Nite Tac pistol made by Hammerson Arms has just been on the market for less than six months, and all of them are using this model of pistol."
"What's there to see? Isn't the truth obvious?"
Russell glanced at it and stopped paying attention. He had never heard of a weapons company named Hammerson. This was a weapons company that only appeared in the plot. He could think of the attackers and this company with his toes. related.
Smith held the same view. It was not that he was too smart, but that the enemy was too stupid and came to deliver clues.
Russell drove the Ford outside the city. There were people chasing them everywhere, and they could only deal with it in the car tonight. The two older men had no objections. Quintana had the backseat to herself with the baby in her arms. She was a miserable person and was content with a place to stay.
Perhaps because they had carried guns together, Smith gradually became friendly towards Russell and took the initiative to briefly describe the strange things he encountered.
Russell understood the whole story, and both of them were curious about the baby's confusing life experience. What identity could trigger such a crazy pursuit?
Smith decided to explore the so-called Hammerson Arms Company. Russell had no intention of joining in the fun and chose to stay on the grounds of protecting Quintana and the baby.
Quintana didn't want Smith to take the risk alone, but Smith nodded in agreement. Only by ensuring the safety of Quintana and the baby could he take the bold step.
The action was scheduled for the next day, and Smith left early in the morning. His plan was simple. First, he would sneak into the Hammerson Arms Company and do the rest by ear.
The simple and crude plan left Russell speechless for a while, and he was even more certain that Smith was the male protagonist of the new copy, because this was a treatment that only the protagonist could get. Most people were so desperate that they wouldn't write their names upside down.
Smith was indeed the leading actor. After only half a day, he successfully brought back the information. The person who wanted to kill the baby was the major shareholder of Hammerson Arms. The purpose of killing the baby was also very simple, to prevent the baby's father from receiving a DNA-matching bone marrow transplant.
Then find out who is the father of the baby, give the baby to him, and Smith will be able to retire.
According to clues collected by Smith before, the baby's father was suffering from an incurable disease and had to give birth to the child on his own because he could not find a matching donor. He spent money to find three women who were willing to be surrogates, built a secluded safe house, and sent the CIA to protect these women.
At this point in the analysis, it is very clear that the major shareholder of Hammerson Arms Company attacked the safe house. The baby in Smith's hands was the only survivor, and the baby's unknown father was a very powerful man because he blocked John. The interests of Mawson Arms Company, the latter tried every means to kill him.
Russell was confused. Smith's analysis made sense, but it always gave Russell a "God's perspective" feeling. Considering that the other party was a male protagonist, it all became natural.
For the protagonist, this is all basic!
Within a few seconds of Russell's desertion, Smith quickly identified the baby's father. He picked up a newspaper stained with cake, pointed at the congressman whose face was blurred on it, and said with certainty: "That's him, Rat. Senator Rich!”
Russell: "What's the reason?"
"He is powerful enough to mobilize the CIA, and he is a staunch supporter of banning guns. He has given speeches on this issue more than once. If he becomes president, Hammerson Arms will go bankrupt!"
Russell: "..."
I'm sorry that I can't accept it, but your reasoning is so fantasy that even novels dare not write it like this. Also, this newspaper appeared at the right time!
Quintana chose to support his sweetheart's fantasy reasoning without thinking: "If we contact Congressman Rutledge, will we be safe?"
"No, that will only be worse. Not only Hammerson Arms Company, but the entire US imperialist government will come to hunt us down..." Smith's face was solemn: "You have to leave here with your children. You can't come back until I solve everything." .”
"How are you going to solve it, confronting a country?" Quintana shouted loudly. She didn't want Smith to be involved in danger again. There was no hope at all, and she gave up on herself.
Smith grabbed Quintana of Chesty and looked into his affectionate eyes: "Believe me, I will solve all this...for you."
Quintana immediately fell in love, and the two hugged each other tightly and began to eat as if no one else was watching.
Seeing that the war was about to ignite, Russell coughed lightly to indicate his presence. It was useless. Smith was so deeply in love that he couldn't keep his penis cold. He moved his hands up and down while nibbling on the woman he loved. Quintana also used Death Coil again, like an octopus, hooking his limbs tightly around Smith.
Russell: "..."
I should carry a video camera with me!
"Wow wow wow~~~"
Perhaps sensing that the cafeteria was about to be occupied, the baby began to howl and cry. Quintana's blurred eyes were clear, and he pushed Smith away and switched to loving mother mode.
Smith stared at him. There were two of those things, so it shouldn't matter if he took one, right?
Russell held down the restless Smith and said extremely speechlessly: "Brother, the days are long. Once you solve everything, there will be plenty of time to dig tunnels. Now tell me your plan. Do you still want to play it by ear?"
Russell didn't want to get involved in this incident, but if Smith was unfortunate and glorious, his trip would be in vain. After counting the cards in the interface, he decided to do something.
"I appreciate your kindness. I can handle it on my own..." Smith glanced at Quintana and spoke down to Russell for the first time: "Protect her and the child, I can't live without them."
Seeing this tough guy lower his head, Russell's heart softened: "No problem, I will hand them over to you intact. Don't hide anything during training."
Smith smiled lightly and raised his fist: "Of course! If you add money, I will consider teaching you some unique skills. Diapers and milk powder are a big expense."
Russell raised his fist and bumped into it: "Don't worry, the cross will be paid in full. How much milk powder you can earn depends on your ability."
Smith was happy. If he taught Russell a unique skill, he would make a small fortune. He was guaranteed to bankrupt the Cross.
"That's it, good luck to you!"
"The same to you!"
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【Street Diary】
I'm very proud, because a great god would never be able to do whatever I want to do.
