In the cafe, Old Colt stood up. He stood up slowly. When he stood up, he pressed his tie with his hand and said to Mary: "Sorry, go to the bathroom.↗,"

Mary smiled, and this smile represented her response.

However, at this moment, no CIA agents moved. This was because the internal structure of this coffee shop did not require them to make any moves. There was no back door in the direction of the toilet. If you want to go to the back door, you must return to the kitchen where the coffee shop bakes cakes. In this case, the CIA people seemed too deliberate to follow in. After all, they learned about the environment when they first came in.

At this moment, the other man who was concentrating on eating teacup cake pulled a napkin while wiping his mouth and walked towards the toilet. This person did not attract anyone's attention. His reaction was too normal. Even though he had a fierce look on his face, he had never glanced at Colt. He was just concentrating on enjoying the food and was not within the CIA's observation range.

In this way, the guy pushed open the toilet door. The black leather jacket on his body reflected the light of the incandescent lamp above his head under the light of the windowless toilet. At that time, he reached out and grabbed the mop in the toilet and stuck the mop in front of the door, which temporarily stuck the toilet door that was pushed inward.

An interesting scene happened. As Old Colt entered the toilet, he lifted his leather jacket with his right hand and touched his waist, and pushed his feet lightly towards the door of the toilet partition that had not been closed. Just when the door was still a gap...

Bang.

He suddenly pushed his palm up and pushed forward with force. A "pop" sound came from the toilet, and the seventy-year-old Colt sat on the toilet cover!

The next second, the dark muzzle appeared first, and he held up his gun at Old Colt at the door of the partition in the toilet.

Huh... Huh...

Old Colt sat on the toilet lid with his upper body tilted to the left, breathing. Under such a strong impact, the heart was under much more stress than his physical strength: "Who are you?"

After asking this question, Old Colt was trying to calm his emotions. Years of experience in the martial arts world told him that as long as this guy didn't kill him as soon as possible, it would mean that there was a turning point.

"Where is the thing?" The man with a fierce face looked gloomy. He was a cleaner of the Homeland Security Bureau. The task he accepted was to find clues about 'evidence' from Colt and kill this old guy.

For such a "cleaner" who specializes in "black missions", it is not difficult to deal with a seventy-year-old man. This thing only requires finding a suitable place to torture. This old guy will definitely say everything he remembers in his mind. Without an old man, he is not afraid of death. The older he gets more and more cherishes his life. It is the most common thing for him to do this business. However, after staring at Old Colt for two days, he found that this matter is not simple. There was a group of people around the target person. These people have very good tracking skills. They will change people every two blocks. Everyone has different outfits. Ordinary people cannot find it at all. If he hadn't seen these people, they would always get on the same seven-seater car after the tracking, maybe...

In this case, the "cleaner" called his superior. He thought the superior would cancel the task, but he got an incomprehensible order, which was a tiger's teeth extraction!

"Where is the thing?" He stood at the door of the toilet and asked viciously, because it was the agent's life!

As long as you are an agent, the above orders must be executed 100%. No matter how dangerous or difficult the task is, you cannot retreat. Therefore, the cleaner chose this cafe. When no one can determine when to evacuate Old Colt and others, it is the best choice to find a place to relax the group of people. He is also an agent, and of course he knows what kind of environment he can relax, so he took action.

Old Colt relaxed when he heard this, and slowly straightened his body. After tidying up his suit, he stood up little by little, and slowly untied his belt in front of the man... He completely ignored the other party's opening the toilet lid and sat down: "I have a heart disease, the doctor said, don't be excited."

"If you have read my file, it should be recorded that not only is my heart equipped with a pacemaker, but my blood vessels near the heart have also undergone three stent surgery and one bypass surgery. In addition, my personal health care doctor told me not to drink alcohol. Indulgence when I was young, my body structure was severely aging, and blood circulation was faster than before may lead to a series of unpredictable situations. In sudden conditions, it may also cause stroke and cerebral congestion."

"Yeah~"

puff……

A very disgusting voice came out, and a stench spread throughout the toilet. Old Colt continued, "Sorry, the gentleman who wants my life may not eat the potatoes in the morning."

The 'cleaner' has never been so despised. When he heard these words, the blue veins on his head were storming. The next second, the man grabbed Old Colt's collar with his left hand, and the muzzle of his right hand hit the other party's temple directly, and said excitedly: "I don't have much patience."

"But I bet you will let me finish shit!" Old Colt replied very quickly: "What you want is in the hands of my friend. If he has not received my message for more than 24 hours, these things will be published on the Internet the next day. At the same time, my grandson Little Colt will give him a sum of money, and I have written this amount in my will."

Old Colt finished saying this and stared at the agent who had no next move and said, "Now, can I shit?"

The 'cleaner' was stupid... What's going on? Doesn't this old guy know that his life is in the hands of someone else?

While the other party was thinking, Old Colt reminded: "Young man, now your gun is aiming at me. I am within your control. At this time, if you have time, why don't you call your superior? At least he can tell you what to do at this time, right?"

The 'cleaner' pushed Old Colt back hard and said, "I don't need you to teach me."

When, when, when, when.

At the critical moment, the door of the toilet was knocked, and the person outside the door asked: "Sir, what happened inside? Do you need help?"

The 'cleaner' responded calmly in the face of danger: "Wait for a moment, and you are cleaning the toilet."

At this time, a very dangerous answer came from outside the door: "When did my coffee shop hire two cleaners? Privately, my cleaner is right next to me, you must open the door immediately. As the owner of the coffee shop, I am almost peeing in my pants!"

Old Colt took advantage of the gap between the other party's turn and answer, and slapped the muzzle on his temple with his left hand. Then, he rushed towards the other party, using his body weight and his distracted mind to directly overwhelm it, and shouted: "Help, someone wants to kill me!!!"
Chapter completed!