In order not to injure his wife and daughter, Jack Waltz came to a corner room with poor lighting.
"Fuck! Go back, I must go back to the United States with my family tomorrow!"
He sat tiredly on the chair, feeling absolutely no regrets for what he had done. He kept complaining about his current bad luck, as if he had become the unluckiest person in the world.
"Damn it Hunter!"
"Damn Green!"
"And damn Murphy!"
"Why, why do these guys always have trouble with me! Why are only two dead? You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die!"
"Huchi...huchi..."
The silence after an emotional outburst.
Jack Spencer sat there quietly thinking, as if falling asleep without any movement for a while.
About an hour later, the cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang.
Jack Waltz answered the phone with a frown and asked impatiently:
"Which one?"
There was a hint of boredom in his voice.
"Hehehehehe..."
There was a sinister laughter on the other end of the phone. The laughter was creepy, like a demon from hell.
? !
Jack Waltz's face instantly turned pale, his body began to tremble, and he stammered:
"It's...it's you..."
His mind was in chaos, and endless fear and anxiety suddenly surged into his heart.
Although the identity of the other party was not yet certain, Jack Waltz's instinctive intuition led him to conclude that the other party must be the murderer of a series of sniper attacks!
Yes, he must be right!
"Hehehe..."
The laughter on the other end of the phone became even more sinister, and then a voice that clearly used a voice changer sounded: "Waltz, I have dealt with Murphy, and the next person is you."
? !
Jack Waltz clenched his phone, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
"W-Why...is it because of money?"
He asked tentatively:
"How much did that person pay you? I'll double it! No...three times!"
"Ha," the other party sneered, "You're still waltzing like you did..."
"We have something to discuss," Jack Waltz stammered, "You will always need money when you are abroad. I...I can help you a lot in this regard."
"Tomorrow night at 8 o'clock sharp, we can have a talk at Asakusa Chigusa."
It felt like the other party was interested in my proposal.
Jack Waltz breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly:
"OK! No problem!"
His words have not yet finished.
Just listen to the other party continue:
"...As long as you confess all the crimes, I will spare your life."
"ah?"
Jack Waltz was startled, and his original joyful expression gradually cooled down, and a hint of coldness after being fooled gradually appeared.
hateful!
asshole!
How dare you play tricks on me!
"Remember, you must do what I ask, otherwise..." the other party threatened, "As long as you dare to be one second late, prepare to say goodbye to your family forever! Do you understand?"
! ! !
Jack Waltz's hand shook and his phone almost dropped to the ground.
He has participated in the Middle East war. Since he has experienced it personally, he naturally knows the cruelty of the US military, and what the sentence behind saying goodbye to his family means that even if the other party cannot kill him, he will find a way to kill his wife and daughter. I believe that the man who inherited Timothy Hunter's will will do anything for the honor on paper!
"wait for me……"
Jack Waltz wanted to say something more, but the call was hung up.
Just at this moment, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door, preventing him from calling back.
Jack Waltz breathed out, walked over with a sullen face, turned the handle and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was Ayanokouji Fumimaro, who had had a brief conversation with him before.
"What's the matter?" He frowned.
"Mr. Waltz, there is something I must tell you..."
Ayanokouji Fumimaro said: "Just now I received news from the Metropolitan Police Department that Scott Green has been confirmed dead."
It was as if another heavyweight chip had been added to the tense nerves.
Jack Waltz staggered, but fortunately he kept his right hand on the door handle to prevent him from falling.
Scott Green is dead…
"When did this happen!"
"It was probably early this morning," Ayanokouji Fumimaro said, "There was a fire in his motorcycle shop. Since there were many fire points and there was a lot of gasoline in the warehouse, we suspected that it was a case of intentional arson and intentional homicide. .”
"Fire? Isn't it a sniper?!" The fear in Jack Waltz's pupils became more and more intense.
He no longer even cared about his mistake in guessing the identity of the real murderer.
"The cause of death still needs to be investigated, but it is probably not a sniper attack." Ayanokouji Fumimaro didn't say it too fully.
"Okay...I...I know..."
Jack Waltz was exhausted and looked up at the detective in front of him: "You...what else can you do?"
"Uh, no more."
Ayanokouji Fumimaro opened his mouth, but swallowed his words reminding the other party not to go to Tokyo.
Looking at the other party's expression, he felt that the deaths of Bill Murphy and Scott Green had served as a warning. We were all adults. If we reminded him again and again, it would have the opposite effect.
A very reasonable guess.
It's just that Ayanokouji Fumimaro ignored the phone call from the real murderer, so he didn't even realize that when he called Megure Jusan to learn the details of the case.
Jack Waltz also took the opportunity to say goodbye to his wife and daughter and sneaked out of the side door of the hotel.
He glanced at several police cars parked outside the hotel.
Jack Waltz did not dare to stay. He hid his figure under the green plants and hurried towards the road.
He planned to go to Tokyo overnight, and then use some benefits and a pitiful face for a big shot to ask Mark Spencer for help.
At least……
Ask the other party to provide a sniper rifle whose source cannot be traced.
Although he is not as good as Timothy Hunter, he is also a qualified sniper, Asakusa Chigusa... Let's see whose grave that place will become!
His eyes became colder and colder, and several scenes of memories optimized through time filters flashed before his eyes as his thoughts kept diverging.
Can win!
Can win!
The living person must be...
"Well!"
A slightly painful groan sounded among the green plants, and then disappeared on the noisy roadside.
Jack Waltz felt a sharp pain in his head, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness instantly.
When he woke up again, he found that he was tied to a chair, and a dazzling white light shone on his face, making him unable to see the surrounding environment clearly.
"Who...who did it!"
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