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After leaving the elevator, Hua Shier did not dare to stop, took out his g17 pistol and quickly ran towards the utility room at the end of the corridor.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the front, and then two black suits rushed out of the safety passage, holding pistols in their hands. Hua Shier raised his hand and shot, "chirpin" two subtle sounds of breaking through the air, two black suits

He was shot on the forehead and fell to the ground.

"Farke, he is on the twenty floor, come, he is here, Tommy and Joey are dead, come!"

Someone was shouting loudly in the safety passage. Obviously, the two black suits and companions were calling their teammates through communicators such as walkie-talkies.

Hua Shier kept taking a grenade from his waist that had not adjusted the fuze time, bit the pull ring, waited for a second, and then threw it directly towards the door where the safety passage was open.

The door was opened obliquely, and after the grenade hit the door, it bounced back into the safety passage.

The three-second fuze time is just right.

boom!

Flames gushed out of the safety passage, and heat waves hit.

When Hua Shier was about to explode, he rushed over a few steps, and then crossed more than 30 meters away and successfully arrived in front of the utility room.

Enter the utility room, take out the downhill rope, tie one end to your waist, and hang the other end on the safety bolt installed in advance on the wall, then quickly jumped down from the window and quickly descended to the fifth floor.

Hua Shier was scolding in his heart. He had all kinds of extreme sports as soon as he crossed the road. If he hadn't played high-altitude operations one after another, he wouldn't have known that he was afraid of heights.

Drawing a dagger from the back, cutting off the rope for the speed-down, and falling into the garbage can in the alley behind the building.

The sponge-covered trash can instantly get him deeply trapped in it.

It took half a minute before Hua Shier crawled out of the sponge with grinning.

It’s not that the sponge is not shock-absorbing enough, but after Smith arranged these sponges, he didn’t know which one of them threw a bottle of wine into the trash can. If Brother Hua hadn’t practiced it, it would have become a herniated lumbar disc.

I endured the pain in my lower back, took a big step and quickly left, ran to the public parking lot next door, got into the stolen pickup truck, and quickly left here after starting.

After traveling for several blocks, Hua Shier threw the pickup truck into an unattended garbage dump, changed his outfit, threw the changed clothes into the pickup truck, poured the prepared gasoline and ignited it.

After the pickup truck burned into a fireball, he then carried the cello box and re-emerged an 82-year-old Ford that was parked here in advance and drove towards his rental house.

Hua Shier rented a place in Brooklyn, New York. It is an old apartment building built in the 1940s. He rented it on the top floor. The landlord is a white woman in her seventies, and his room is

In the innermost one, because that one is the cheapest.

There was no elevator, so I could only walk upstairs. Hua Shier wanted to take out a cigarette from his body to smoke to relieve the pain in his waist, but found that there was only one lighter and there was not even a cigarette on his body.

Up to the top floor, I saw a teenage little white girl with short hair with ears and only a teenager sitting in front of the wooden handrail on the roof, her feet passing through the railing between the handrails and shaking them constantly outside.

She held a cigarette in her hand. When she saw Hua Shier going upstairs, she waved her hand lukewarmly and greeted:

"Hi, Mr. Leon..."

Leon is Mr. Smith's latest identity. The little girl Hua Shier didn't remember who she was, but she thought she was the child from the neighbor's house. He walked up the stairs and snatched the cigarette from the girl's hand and bit it.

In his mouth, he said vaguely:

"Children are not allowed to smoke!"

After saying that, he smoked and walked through the corridor, walked to the innermost room and opened the door. No matter how little girl protested from behind, he closed the door with a bang, threw the thing in his hand, and turned it onto the bed with big words.

Once, while smoking, I began to receive and digest John Smith's memory.

In John Smith's memory, he and his wife Jane Smith reunited after that couple's battle.

But Jane Smith, who exposed her nature, completely let go and no longer hide her strong-wedding nature. She is competitive in everything regardless of work or family life. Even when the two of them fight for Landlords, the woman insists on being a rider.

John Smith tried to fight, but they were all suppressed. Of course, there must be a humble element in it. There were several times when he tried not to make concessions, but the matter was in trouble and the two almost started a war again.

In the end, John Smith chose to lie flat. Do whatever you want. If you want to be a rider, just be a rider. Just don’t just fold it.

He even retreated from a frontline killer to become Jane Smith's assistant, and became a housewife in life. He learned how to cook like he had never had before, and could even bake pizza at home.

But perhaps it was a tease of fate, even if John Smith did this, their marriage did not remain calm.

Suddenly one day, after the mission, Jane had a deep conversation with John Smith. She said that both of them had done something wrong before and had committed an unforgivable sin. She wanted to stop taking on the killer mission and then redeem her sin.

At that time, John was confused and touched his wife's forehead and asked her if she was sick.

As a result, Jane suddenly became furious and said that John didn't understand her at all, so she drove away from home that night.

John originally thought Jane was just unable to think about something, so he called every day to comfort his wife. At first, the other party just hung up, but later he changed his cell phone number.

It was not until this time that John realized that things might be a bit big, and Jane must have been subjected to some major stimulation.

Just as he was trying to find the truth, Jane appeared at home again, in front of him, and before John was happy, his wife said to him:

"John, I'll give you a day to leave here, and never let me see you, otherwise I will be unable to help but kill you!"

Just as John Smith was about to ask something, Jane fired a shot at him, and the shot was brushing through his ear, rubbing off a piece of skin from his earlobe, which also made his eardrum hurt.

The killer's instinct made him cover his ears and hide behind the sofa, but when he came out again, Jane was gone.

Of course John refused to leave just now. He was shot and got angry, thinking that he was afraid of you, and he could only make a fuss, who was afraid of who!

Immediately moved out all the arsenals of my family and planned to fight with my wife.

The next day, Jian arrived as promised and completely suppressed John with two pistols. He had no temper at all. The bullets were shot from an incredible angle. John was seriously injured after only three shots.

If John hadn't detonated natural gas and took the opportunity to drive away, he would have died at the hands of his wife.

When John recovered from his injuries, he called to divorce his wife and completely parted ways, Jane coldly told him that he could only be widowed, and that the divorce could not be possible, and that the sinner must die.

Then John's hiding place was found. Fortunately, he felt something was wrong and ran away early, otherwise he would not have been sure to escape again under Jian's strange shooting technique.

Next, John lived in the days when he was chased by Jane. He did not dare to use credit cards, social security cards, and did not dare to have traffic accident records. He avoided the other party's pursuit and disappeared from the other party's vision.

He pretended to be a smuggler, found a black agent, and got a new identity. The black agent was the killer agent of a gangster. John was affiliated with the other party and did some assassination missions that were not paid but were very dangerous.

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After digesting John Smith's memory, Hua Shier suddenly sat up from the bed, threw away the already hot cigarette butts, and his heart blew one after another. The scenes in his memory, bullets that would turn, he finally knew what organization Jane joined.

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Chapter completed!