European ~ European ~~

Seagulls brushed past the waves splashing on the reefs, wandering in groups of blue seas. Steamers docked at the docks. As the water waves undulate, the buildings and houses stretched out one after another. An old car with a crooked bumper was parked near the public toilets used by tourists.

In the cab, Wang Ruhu held the pen he had just bought on a booklet, followed a name called Wilterson, and also drew a big fork behind another name of Valandia.

The third name, the Australian Kangaroo, has no name, and probably only has one nickname, which will be his third prey. He came from Chihuahuasi and killed so many drug dealers, but no policeman wanted them. Even the patrol police who met along the way did not even mean to intercept and check the license plate number of the United States.

In Kema's words, this country is already rotten to the bottom. Some of the drug dealers are CIA people. Our license plate numbers are from the United States, which are indirectly equivalent to CIA. They dare not ask...

"It's confirmed, sir."

A figure came out of the toilet, walked around the front of the car and opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. Kema fiddled with his cell phone, imitating Wang Ruhu's expression, and clenched his fists and waved it twice.

"I just spent some money and found out with a drug dealer that a ship set out to Honiara in the Solomon Islands today. At that time, we can cross the sea from there to Australia and look for the kangaroo!"

From time to time, cars drove over on the street, and Wang Ruhu, who was holding a pen to draw a horizontal line on the word kangaroo, was silent for a while. He turned his sight to the pedestrian aisle outside the car, the man sitting on a bench with newspapers, waving a fly swatter, the bored bakery woman lying on the counter, pulled her mother and jumped and pointed to the clown holding a bunch of colorful balloons in front.

After a while, he slowly spoke and interrupted the Mexican man who was talking excitedly next to him.

"Kema, you can't continue with me anymore. You can count as much money as you want. Whether you go to the United States or stay in Mexico, it's up to you."

There was also a man who kept smiling over there and was stunned for a moment.

"That's right. When you get there, you don't need an interpreter or a tour guide." Kema didn't say anything, and went to the trunk to take a big backpack and sat in the back row, raising his back in front.

"Look, I've been prepared for a long time. This is what you said, I'll count as much as I take."

The two duffel bags piled up in the back seat and stretched. As soon as they unzipped the zipper, they slid down the pedals. Kema picked up a few stacks and kissed them, and excitedly stuffed them away, "You are the most generous employer I have ever met... sir."

After stuffing it, he couldn't help asking, "Don't you really need me to accompany you? Look, when you arrive in Australia, you always need someone to take care of food, clothing, housing and transportation? Will there be a follower look more arrogant?"

In front, Wang Ruhu did not answer, and Kema had to shrugge his shoulders, stuff his backpack a few times, and then tentatively.

"I'm leaving, then I'm leaving?"

"Let's go." Kuanghou's back raised his hand, "You're alone, you have to be careful of CIA. You didn't say that Mexico is their chassis."

"I understand. By the way, sir, I think the flight may be faster."

After saying that, Kema pushed open the car door and smiled on his face, but he could hear that Wang Ruhu's meaning was very obvious just now. There were CIAs nearby and they were likely to intercept them halfway. He was not as invulnerable as Wang Ruhu. He was accidentally shot by a stray bullet. The death may be more dangerous than the fact that he was dragged a box of American knives and wandered around the streets of Mexico.

Soon, he waved to the starting car, watched the vehicle enter the lane, and then disappeared at the intersection ahead, with the sun shining brightly on the streets and alleys. Standing beside the man dragging his luggage by the street, above the green trees, on the building with red brick walls, in an open window, there were men in black.

"It seems that the other party noticed us."

Asasterman, who was standing in front of the window, finally drove away the inhuman terrifying influence that day after a period of psychological treatment.

Like a gentleman, he took a handkerchief and looked at the sun at noon complainingly.

“The Mexican season is really unpleasant.”

"How many people did you bring to catch him this time?" asked the NSA agent named Nathan.

"What's the use of having too many people? Is it still like last time? The tank can't stop him, but if you use a fighter, the other party won't stand there waiting for you."

"So what? I want to know what you plan."

"The situation has reached this point, which is related to the face of the CIA. This time, the Free Watcher is also supposed to send it out. It is best to know whether he is on a ship or an airplane. Of course, any one of them is just one. As long as he is not given enough room to move, both halves will be injured, sinking into the sea or burying in an air crash are all good answers."

Hearing the answer, Nathan, who had the Mediterranean, rubbed his palms with satisfaction.

"Haha...I like your unscrupulous means. But..."

He looked at the men in black suits rushing out of the window, "But I still can't grasp that person, I'm afraid he will still not die. I started to retaliate without caring about it, that is a headache. You know that the United States has never been attacked on its own. If it makes the United States feel a headache because of a person, it will be very troublesome and troublesome!"

As he spoke, his troops had already gone to the streets and stopped Kema, who was dragging his luggage out of a long section, and carried the other party with his gun from outside and was returning to the building where he was located.

"Don't be afraid of the trouble behind you, Nathan." Asasterman turned around with his hands behind his back, looking at the Mexican man who was being escorted outside the door, and a gentleman smile appeared on his face.

“We’re solving the problem.”

On the other side, Kema was holding her hands back, looking at the CIA agents coming and going around with panic, and her backpack, and told them not to turn over with heartache.

"There are some money inside, which the man gave me. I think you all know. He killed a drug lord with evil deeds and robbed the rich and helped the poor. I am the poor!"

A few yelling words naturally could not stop a white CIA who could perform his duties. Kema had to look at the two men opposite him.

"I am the director Smith of Chicago, the CIA, who was sent to Mexico as a drug dealer's eyeliner. You can't treat me like this, at least you can't make me look like a prisoner, two gentlemen. After returning to the United States, I will pay taxes on this money, guarantee it!"

"Very good, Kema."

Asastman seemed to know everything about the humble Mexican in front of him, patted the other person on the shoulder and then pressed him heavily.

"You can take this money back to the United States as much as possible. Just tell me whether that person is going to leave by boat or take a plane? Where are they going? And the last question, what is he going to do to kill those people, and who is the next one."

"this....."

Feeling the heavy weight of his shoulders, Kema hesitated and looked at the big hand pressed on his left shoulder, "I know... not much. He seems to have a list, but he won't show it to me. The next destination is Australia, and he will take a plane to leave, sir."

"Very good, are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Well, you can leave."

The other party's answer and humble expression made Asatman satisfied. He waved his hand to let the man leave, took out his handkerchief and wiped the hand that had just patted the other party's shoulder, and attracted his subordinates.

"Strictly monitor the port terminals and let the Free Watchers stand by."

"yes!"

An agent left, and Nathan, who was standing next to the man, frowned: "Didn't that Mexican man say he was going to take a plane?"

Asasterman took the wine from this house and poured it a glass of wine and took a sip.

"Did you forget? This man is good at jungle and mountain combat, and his anti-reconnaissance is naturally very powerful. The Mexican man said that he would definitely take the plane?"

"What if he predicts you?"
Chapter completed!