In the early morning, when he stepped into the anti-black and anti-drug department with a few children on the weekend, he found that everyone in the ID office was looking at him. His strange eyes seemed to contain some information, but on the weekend, he just felt more sensitive than others and could not get anything from those eyes.

"Come to my office."

When Pablo saw him appearing in a public office area on the weekend, he stood at the door and shouted, "At that time, Pablo saw two strangers on the window where he never pulled up the curtains on the weekend. They were both wearing black suits and looked a bit old-fashioned.

What exactly happened?

He thought about it when he pushed the wheelchair toward the office on the weekend, but when he entered the office, the two old-fashioned men stood up politely. One of them took the initiative to help push the armrest behind the wheelchair and then pushed him to a place parallel to them, and turned around and closed the door.

"Mr. Zhou, first of all, let me introduce myself. I am Josh Bowman from the CIA, and he is my colleague Paul..."

China-Environment Bureau?

These three words really have the meaning of directly pulling the weekend into the American blockbuster. As a policeman, he is not unfamiliar with dea. However, the CIA, a department with a high reputation and mystery around the world, has never appeared in his world. For ordinary people, the CIA and the DHS are departments that only appear in movies. How could they come to the door?

"You are in big trouble."

Pablo nodded seriously at the weekend, and then Josh Bowman's voice connected to his previous words: "Do you know who Craig Harrison is?"

"Who?" He heard a very strange name on the weekend. Although he rarely encountered unknown things at the police station like an encyclopedia, the name still stumped him.

"You are looking for a group of Mexicans, right?"

"That's right." In Pablo's office. There is no need to hide anything on weekends.

"In that case, a standard grenade used by the military was detonated." Josh Bowman looked at the weekend's eyes and said with a rigorous attitude: "And we have been chasing Craig Harrison. This person's entry is a headache for us. He was the first British sniper. In Afghanistan, there was a record of hitting the enemy with a sniper gun above 2,475 meters away. It was not a single record, but two shots from the same time and place all hit."

He whispered over the weekend: "Mr. Josh Bowman, do you say that Mr. Craig Harrison is a cruise missile operator? 2475 meters? You asked him to go to a fully closed and moderately normal indoor shooting range to hit the sixth ring to open my eyes."

"Uh..." After saying this, he suddenly realized on the weekend that the two CIA personnel he was facing rather than the gangsters on the street, he began to doubt the possibility that these two guys would run to the police station to lie to him. But this bragging is too fake, right?

"It's really unbelievable, but Mr. Zhou, this is true." Josh Bowman seemed to have expected what to say on the weekend and didn't care about his tone: "This is also the purpose of us coming to you. While chasing Craig Harrison, we also got another news, that is, a very rare l115a3 sniper rifle on the market was sold. The buyer is a Mexican and has purchased military-style grenades."

I don't know what Craig was familiar with the l115a3 on the weekend. It is a super sniper rifle developed by the British side. It is said that the effective range of the area reaches one mile and the bullet speed will reach 936 meters per second. This thing is the product of the complete resurrection of the sniper after the beginning of the Afghan war. Chekov once held the magazine with photos of this kind of gun at a certain period of time and looked endless.

"You mean?" The weekend seemed to understand something.

"Craig Harrison is the British ace sniper and was once promoted by them as the best sniper in the world. He made great contributions in that war. However, due to the leak of military secrets, Craig became the target of revenge for terrorist organizations. Since then, Craig has been forced to retire. However, the British side does not seem to attach much importance to such a lone hero who goes deep into the enemy area. After protecting Craig for a period of time, they apologized for compensation of 100,000 pounds. From then on, Craig disappeared."

I can't believe that the outcome of such an ace sniper was only 100,000 pounds. You should know how many times the money the US and British forces spent on the battlefield in Afghanistan every day!

"About two or three years ago, several long-range snipers began to occur in the UK. The 0.338-caliber bullet made Scotland Yard focus on retired soldiers who are good at using l115a3. There were not many such people. Craig quickly surfaced, but this person who had long been sniping opponents in the enemy area and had rich hidden experience was not caught until we got the news that Craig entered from Mexico. At that time, we thought he was coming to assassinate government officials, but we didn't expect that

The clue to the source of weapons was found in Mexicans. Interestingly, the Mexicans just tried to kill two police detectives in Los Angeles, so we suspect that Craig’s entry was not for assassinating government officials, but for you and Chekov, Mr. Zhou. This is a dangerous person who had assassinated business elites and government officials, but the Mexicans showed no intention in this regard, and their hatred with you... IMHO, Craig’s target is probably you.”

Is it interesting?

When I heard the CIA person use the words "funny thing" on the weekend, I always feel like I don't deserve to die in Craig.

"There's one thing you may not know yet. Craig's price in the market is $1 million..." He looked at the weekend and said, "A shot."

He turned his head to look at Pablo at the weekend. Pablo was generous and responded: "Safe house or paid leave, you say, I'll do it."

On the weekend, he turned his head to look at Josh Bowman, and the other party said with a very affirmative attitude: "We do have the intention to induce Craig, he is a criminal. What must be said is that the CIA does not force a policeman to use his life to help us hunt criminals. From a personal standpoint, I have to say that Craig is a very dangerous person. Once his gun is fired, someone will definitely die. So, in terms of personal emotions, I hope that you who have solved major cases for the police many times, carefully consider our proposal."

"Why don't your people just pull out the Mexicans and ask where Craig is?"

Josh answered without any concealment: "Do you think Mexicans know? As far as I know, Craig never left a residence record in any hotel when he was in the UK. This is a man who can live in the jungle, desert, and in various harsh environments last month and had food and drink. Maybe when he came out, he even washed his clothes."

"Scotland Yard has never been able to catch him because this guy lives outside of the Internet information?"

This must be the Mexicans who were forced to be forced by the anti-black and anti-drug department. They could neither withdraw from the storm nor wanted to let themselves and Chekov survive and asked for the killing god.

After saying this, he fell into silence on the weekend, and two key opponents appeared in front of him. One was a calm and sophisticated serial killer. He used the most familiar way to commit crimes and did not leave any clues on the scene; the other was a ghost in the darkness. His weapon was not the sickle of the god of death but the l115a3 sniper rifle with the same effect.

However, there is something strange. Since the Mexicans are willing to find others to avenge them, why did they go deep into danger and use military standard grenades?

"Are you sure that the person Craig is going to kill is me?" The weekend questioned this.

"The person who took the l115a3 was a Mexican. The typical Mexican facial features and the sea witch tattoo on the bald head were exactly in line with the appearance of the criminal who was forced to catch... All the information on the information pointed to you, and only one thing made us unable to understand..." Josh was interrupted before he finished speaking.

I caught the key point on the weekend and asked generally: "Is the tattoo new or old?"

"What?" Josh Bowman was stunned for a moment.

"Didn't you just describe the appearance of the consignee? That is to say, you have caught the arms dealer selling guns, then this arms dealer must have met the consignee, right? If the bald head is really one of the desert ants, the tattoo on his head must not be tattooed yesterday. On the contrary, this matter is worth considering. The color of the tattoo will prove its existence. Even if the arms dealer doesn't remember the appearance of the Mexican, he should remember whether the tattoo on the Mexican head is bright."

Josh Bowman looked at the weekend in surprise: "You...we're talking about your life, why are you still thinking about solving the case?"

He ignored him at all on the weekend and said to Pablo: "Boss, the Mexicans have their own armed desert ants, including special forces. I have seen it with my own eyes that even if this group of people want my life, after being shocked by the police station, they will never choose to hire anyone by remote sniping, otherwise they will not need to throw a bomb at Lambert's house. I want you to use all the power you can use to check the movements of the Russians now. I suspect that the people of the Siberian Company are diverting our sight. No wonder Gu Ke came to the police station to tell us about the Mexicans. He was afraid that this time the police station was preparing to drop the fat piece of Siberian Company in one bite and take the opportunity to transfer all the valuable things. If we want to accomplish this, we have to be busy. Compared with $1 million, which is more important, there is no need to distinguish it!"

"This is exactly where we have doubts. Today we are here to understand the situation." Josh said.

"Then you should take a good look at the police station's case records."

When he finished speaking, he found that Josh Bowman was looking at himself and responded: "How about making a deal? You only care about Craig. So, since Craig's target is probably me, whether it is hired by Mexicans or Russians, I can't escape the fate of being chased, right?"

"At least the evidence at this stage shows that Craig's goal is you." Josh did not deny it.
Chapter completed!