Chapter 651: Borrowing a knife to kill someone

When the last rays of afterglow disappeared into the sky, the silver moonlight shone down, and the night once again shrouded this land of freedom.

For many ordinary people, this is just an ordinary night, the late returnee is on the way, the housewife is preparing dinner, the nightlife is leaving home, and this night is no different from a normal night.

But for Jane Dupont, who sat in the NSA office and drank coffee, tonight's America would be a bloody night, and even the air was mixed with a hint of blood.

The Morgan family's "cleaners" and Delta special forces have been sent out, and they have been tasked with killing no one for all.

There is no need for any trial, this is a scandal, and Jane DuPont does not want people to know.

The Paragon Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas attracts a large number of tourists every day because of its new opening, novel architecture and many preferential activities, and the casino located on the first floor is even more crowded, and countless tourists are staging a scene of gambling here.

At the table at 21 o'clock in the casino, a middle-aged man with a funny conversation raised his hand and looked at his watch, and then pressed all the chips in his hand on the player, he had been playing for more than an hour, and now decided to give it a go.

But at this time, a blonde dealer came to change shifts and was ready to replace the brown-haired dealer who had been dealing cards.

"Wait, I'm going to bet on this first, I think this beautiful lady can bring me good luck!" the middle-aged man smiled at the brown-haired dealer who had been dealing cards.

The two dealers glanced at each other when they heard the middle-aged man's words, if the guest's request was not too excessive, they couldn't refuse, the brown-haired woman nodded and agreed to the middle-aged man's request, and dealt the last handful of cards.

"The dealer has 21 points, the dealer wins!"

"Oh, what a pity! ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and finally lost him, losing all his chips, but there was no trace of anger on his face at all, but he got up and left in style.

After the last hand, the brown-haired dealer handed over the work to the blonde dealer, and after returning to the locker room to change into his clothes, the brown-haired dealer left the hotel and prepared to go home to rest.

"Hey, you let me lose all my chips tonight, give me a chance to send you home!"

As soon as the brown-haired woman walked out of the hotel, she saw a middle-aged man who had just lost all his chips at the gaming table.

"Sir, it's not my fault that you've lost all your chips, it's your luck. The brown-haired dealer was not prepared to pay attention to the middle-aged man, and walked towards the hotel parking lot, she was good-looking, and usually some gamblers would try to contact her, but she would never accept these men.

"But I'm pretty sure you're the cause, you're so charming that I'm distracted!" the middle-aged man stuck to the brown-haired dealer like a dogskin plaster.

"Sir, don't waste your time on me, you'll get nothing!"

"You say that makes me more interested, I have never been interested in women without challenges!"

The brown-haired dealer and the middle-aged man walked towards the parking lot side by side while chatting, and walked to the car door, the brown-haired woman was thinking about how to get rid of the middle-aged man next to her, and suddenly a cold light flashed in her eyes, and the middle-aged man used a very fast time to insert a bright and sharp dagger into the brown-haired dealer's heart, the whole process was very fast, so fast that the brown-haired dealer did not feel the pain, and the middle-aged man had already withdrawn the knife.

"You're ......!"

The brown-haired woman covered the knife and looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, as a trained person, she knew very well that the middle-aged man's knife had cut off all her vitality.

The middle-aged man's knife stabbed very hard, and in just a moment, the brown-haired dealer fell.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to hold the brown-haired dealer, opened the car door and threw the brown-haired dealer who had lost his breath into the back row.

For a middle-aged man, killing is like eating, drinking, and breathing.

After throwing the brown-haired dealer into the back seat and closing the car door, the middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, returned to his car, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"You can come to clean up the aftermath!"

The middle-aged man cherished words like gold, said a word on the phone, hung up the phone and drove into the night.

Five minutes later, the cleaning car came to the parking lot and stopped next to the brown-haired dealer's car, three white men walked out of the car, two of them opened the back door of the brown-haired dealer's car and lifted the brown-haired dealer who had lost his breath into the cleaning car, and the other white man walked to the driver's seat to start the car and drove the brown-haired dealer's car out of the parking lot, followed by the cleaning car, the whole process took less than two minutes.

After hundreds of years of development and sufficient financial support, the cleaning team of the Morgan family has already spread to every city in the United States.

When a trace of fish belly white appeared in the east, and the day was about to come, all the dead soldiers secretly cultivated by Wolfowitz and others were cleared, and not a single one of the 110 people escaped. After more than ten years of operation, it collapsed overnight.

Jane Dupont, who was sitting in the office waiting for news, raised the corners of her mouth slightly after hanging up the phone call between the commander of the Delta Special Forces and the person in the church, and then got up from her chair, came to the window, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath of air with a hint of chill.

After all the dead soldiers were cleared, the next thing became very simple, the interrogation process was easy and then difficult, and finally interrogated a few bigwigs, but now the evidence is conclusive and there is no need to be so troublesome, it doesn't matter if these bigwigs can't open their mouths, but Jane DuPont decided to meet one of them after breakfast, because there are some things she still doesn't quite understand.

The bigwig Jane DuPont wants to meet is none other than Wolfowitz, the core figure of the leader of the Northern Hawks and the current deputy secretary of defense.

Wolfowitz can be said to have a prosperous official fortune, after graduating from the University of Chicago, he entered the Ministry of Defense, served as a deputy minister, served as a special assistant to the director, and served as an ambassador, if this did not happen, after the northern government came to power, he would have been the Minister of Defense, but now he is destined to stop at the post of deputy secretary, and the Minister of Defense will have no chance with him.

"I've always been a big fan of the Führer's anti-Jewish policy, but after seeing what you've done, I think it's very necessary!"

Jane Dupont looked at Wolfowitz, who was sitting opposite, and said coldly.

"When your father fled with you to America, it was the country that took in your father and son, and gave you food, work, status, and survival, but is what you are doing now worthy of this country? Or is this how you Jews are grateful?"

Wolfowitz was Jewish, and his father fled from Poland to the United States during World War II, and the rest of his family died at the hands of ** except for him and his father.

"I've been blessed in this country, and I've done something to make this country great!" Wolfowitz looked at Jane Dupont with a loud voice.

"Is it? Plotting to have dead men with Middle Eastern identities hijack airliners and crash into the White House, Capitol Hill, the Pentagon, the World Trade Towers in order to make this country greater?

A plot to assassinate the deputy head of state also to make the country greater?

If you want to use the hand of the United States to eradicate Israel's enemies in the Middle East, your trick of killing people with a knife is really ruthless. ”

Wolfowitz was not only Israeli, he and his father fought for the liberation of the Jews of the Soviet Union, but also an ardent supporter of Israel.

So it's not hard to understand the plan for a dead man with Middle Eastern identity to hijack airliners and crash landmarks across the United States.

If the plan succeeds, Wolfowitz will turn the tide on Israel's hostile countries in the Middle East, and then the enraged John will help Israel eliminate Afghanistan, Israel, and Iran, which will eliminate several powerful opponents without spending a single soldier or a penny.

Wolfowitz's trick to kill people with a knife can be said to be quite ruthless, clever, and blinded everyone, if it had not been recognized, his plan would have been realized in the near future.