Smith left alone. Although the acquaintance was short, Russell recognized him as a pure man. You can't ask this man to do any better than lending a helping hand to an unrelated baby and risking his life for the woman he loves.
In response to Smith's request, Russell swore in his heart that no matter what, he would return Quintana and the baby intact.
Russell drove around the outskirts of the city, first filled up the car with gas, and then went to the supermarket to buy some baby necessities. Smith was a poor man who didn't even have money to buy diapers for his baby. Even his weapons and ammunition were obtained from corpses.
Is this poor guy really a killer?
"Where should we go next?" Quintana was a little uneasy, thinking about Smith.
Russell comforted: "Anywhere will do. If you are tired, just take a nap first. Maybe Smith will be back when you wake up."
"But if we are aimless like this, can Smith find us?" Quintana changed the baby's diaper, picked it up and kissed it.
"Of course, he is a professional after all..." Russell paused as he spoke, thinking about the unreliable cross, which made him choke for a moment.
Quintana noticed Russell's pause and asked doubtfully: "Are you sure?"
Russell shrugged: "Just kidding, I left him my phone number before and he will call me."
…
The situation on Smith's side was not very good, and the severity of the situation exceeded his expectations.
After breaking up with Russell, he was quickly hunted by the Hammerson Weapons Company. The short leader was extremely persistent with him. He broke into the sand many times and would not give up until he was killed with his own hands.
This group caused Smith a lot of trouble, but it was just trouble. He successfully got rid of the group and contacted Congressman Rutledge.
The congressman agreed to interview Smith, and the two parties met on the plane. The congressman's condition was not very good. He was seriously ill and about to burp. The baby in Smith's hand was his only life-saving straw.
If the matter ends here, then there will be nothing more to do with Smith. The baby will be handed over to the congressman, and everyone will be happy.
It is a pity that Congressman Rutledge is a politician and is leading all Democratic candidates in the presidential election. Such a person would bet his future on Smith?
The answer is of course impossible!
Congressman Rutledge believed more in his political skills. After learning that the safe house had been destroyed and all the surrogate mothers died, he immediately contacted the major shareholders of Hammerson Arms Company to discuss settlement. As long as he can find the surviving baby and support him in becoming president, he will use his power to provide some convenience to Hammerson Arms Company.
For example, the restrictions on gun control are relaxed, and people can buy submachine guns for hunting!
As for his own gun ban bill and the promises he made to the people during his speech tours, they are not worth mentioning in the face of power and survival, and are all forgotten.
Of course, you still have to give a speech when you should, and you still have to call for a gun ban when you should. Otherwise, how can you win votes?
Congressman Rutledge had never paid much attention to Smith. He regarded him as a lucky little guy and maybe a little clever. He asked the CIA to trick Smith into boarding the plane.
The unlucky Smith met the major shareholder of Hammerson Arms Company and the short and stubborn leader on the plane. Smith took the initiative and took the congressman hostage, and successfully retreated to the belly of the plane.
"It's useless. This is an altitude of 7,000 meters. There are more than a dozen bodyguards outside, and you have nowhere to escape!" Councilor Rutledge was tied to the door by Smith and said earnestly.
He wasn't worried about being killed, and if he died, Smith wouldn't survive.
"Even if it's for your own sake, you should think about it. I think you are quite capable. The future president will still need a personal bodyguard..."
"Shut up!"
Smith glared at the congressman fiercely: "Not for myself, but for that woman and child. If I kill you, no one will hunt them down again."
"What, are you crazy!?"
The congressman was stunned on the spot. He could feel that Smith was not joking, but how could two untouchables like wild dogs be equated with his life? This is ridiculous!
"I'm not crazy!" Smith pointed a gun at the congressman's head: "Your death will cause public outrage, and your proposal to ban guns will be supported by the angry people. Congress will also pass your bill, and your last wish will be realized. .”
After hearing this, Congressman Rutledge felt bad. He felt that Smith might have misunderstood the American imperialism.
The so-called ban on guns is nothing more than a slogan, a rhetoric used by presidential candidates to deceive the people into voting. There are too many capitalists in this country who make money from weapons, so it is impossible to ban guns. Everyone just laughs and forgets it.
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the congressman felt that if he didn't say something, he would never have to speak again.
As an excellent politician, Congressman Rutledge believed in his eloquence and had been trained by the CIA on how to deal with a kidnapping. He analyzed Smith's thinking mode and put on an official expression during a speech.
"Shoot! I hope my death can restore some dignity to this country. People need a safe living environment, and my death is a stepping stone to overthrow the raging gun epidemic..."
Councilor Rutledge trembled, with a look of resignation on his face, which was quite heroic. In fact, he was feeling proud that Smith was just a gangster from the bottom of society, so he would be impressed by his uprightness. Considering that he was still a presidential candidate, maybe Smith would accept his request and become his loyal younger brother.
Thinking of this, Councilor Rutledge nodded deeply: "Come on, shoot! I'm ready..."
Bang!
Smith shot Senator Rutledge in the head and said disdainfully: "Idiot, do you think I'm a fool?"
The sound of gunfire alerted everyone on the plane. They realized that something had happened to the congressman and began to rush at the door frantically. However, the congressman's body just jammed the door, and they could not get in without destroying the body.
After killing the future president, Smith began his escape. He found a parachute and jumped from an altitude of 7,000 meters.
The angry bodyguards picked up their parachutes and jumped out of the plane. The congressman died and their future was over. They wanted to kill Smith to make up for it.
More than ten people started a fierce gun battle at high altitude...
…
Tsk!
The sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded. Russell stopped the Ford and looked at the abandoned factory in front of him. The surrounding area is very open, and there are no hiding spots such as high-rise buildings or bushes, so there is no need to worry about encountering snipers, and the difficulty of protecting Quintana and the baby has been greatly reduced.
"We are waiting here for news from Smith. I have a hunch that he will call soon."
Russell said comfortingly that he had a premonition that something was wrong, and he dared to confirm it because he knew that Smith was the leading actor. According to his many years of experience in watching movies, the ending is usually a happy ending. Even if it is a tragedy, the hero will die in the arms of the heroine.
Russell parked the car in the warehouse and found a hidden spot for Quintana to hide, while he stayed in another spot to check for any suspicious persons approaching.
Soon, Russell heard the roar of falling objects from high altitude. He looked up and was stunned. There was no suspicious person on the ground, but there was one in the sky.
Men in black wearing parachutes fell from the sky like dumplings one after another. They did not open the parachutes and landed in various handsome postures, and then they all fell into small pancakes. The nearest one was less than 10 meters away from Russell, and the impact when it landed made him jump with fear.
"Brother, look at my hand, what is it?"
"Read it after me, two!"
There was no reply, so he must have been cold. Russell ran quickly into the iron gate next to him. It would be funny if he was smashed to death.
Five minutes later, a white parachute landed slowly, about 500 meters away from Russell. The other party saw the abandoned factory and staggered over.
Russell held on to the M9 tightly until the opponent came close, then fired suddenly... but it didn't come out. The shooter was Smith.
When Smith saw Russell, he smiled miserably, covered his injured shoulder, and fell straight down. In the air battle just now, he was unfortunately shot and was at the end of his strength.
Russell rushed over, helped him up, and said in disbelief: "Damn it, how the hell did you find this?"
"Haha, do you want to learn? There is a fee!"
Russell: "..."
Money is not an issue, but your behavior is very shameless!
Bubbling blood emerged from the seams of Smith's hands. There was almost no blood on his face. He was very weak at the moment and was carried into the factory by Russell.
By the time Russell put Smith down, the latter had fallen into a coma. Russell checked and found that Smith was shot in the right arm. Fortunately, the bullet did not hit the bone and only took away a piece of flesh and blood from the scratch.
However, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, Smith will still die.
Russell only had a 'blood-sucking bandage' on hand, which was of no use. He took out the water in the car, briefly cleaned the wound, and pulled off his sleeve to help Smith's injured arm.
Quintana heard the noise outside and realized that Smith was coming, and hurriedly came over with the baby in his arms. Seeing that Smith was injured, tears started to fall from his eyes. Russell confirmed that Smith's life was not in danger, placed him in the passenger seat, and drove away.
The roar of the engine sounded again, Russell stepped on the accelerator, and Ford went straight to the door of the factory, returning at a faster speed 30 seconds later.
They were surrounded and four riot armored vehicles blocked their way.
SWAT! ! !
