Striated drove a Ford van along Fifth Avenue.

Today's trade went well, and as Michael said before, the three of them just ran errands. All the deals were finalized by the high-level and the Klober family in advance, and they just came over for a while.

Now that the deal has been successfully completed, it should be something to celebrate. However, the three people in the car were exceptionally quiet.

Silence is often accompanied by the coming of a storm. Is the same true of the silence of this moment?

Indeed, the three people sitting in the car at the moment, each of them has their own thoughts. For everyone, although the transaction is completed, their real task has just begun.

So, everyone is thinking about the risks that may be coming. Of course, I am also looking forward to the rewards that I may get again after the task is completed.

The Koreans promised Michael a lot of money. If the deal goes through, he will get five million dollars, which will be enough for him to live a prosperous life in the future.

He knew that a mere five million dollars was a drop in the bucket compared to the treasure in the treasure map, and it might not even be a drop in the bucket. However, he also knew very well that the treasure was not something he could covet personally.

Two birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in hand. The most important thing is to be able to catch what you have in your own hands.

Michael hasn't figured out what kind of life he's going to live in the future. However, with five million dollars in hand, he believes that he can live well anywhere.

A clever person has more than one plan. After so many years of coming and going in the wind and rain, Michael, who is experienced, has also left a way back for himself.

He has prepared a passport with a makeover, and he just needs to cooperate with the South Koreans to get the treasure map in the suitcase, get the reward he deserves, and then he will fly away.

According to the plan, after receiving the signal from the Koreans, he would kill the two guys, Skidled and Martin, and then hand the box to the Koreans who came to pick it up. In this way, his task was accomplished.

He hated Martin very much, this guy always pretended to be serious, as if he was a saint.

At one point, the two were on a mission together in Europe. After the mission, Michael wants to find a woman to relax, but is reported by this nasty guy. He could have been promoted to team leader, but he lost the opportunity to be promoted.

He knew that this Martin guy was taking black money. However, because there is no real evidence, I can't report him. Otherwise, he would have been left without being able to eat.

So, to kill this guy Martin, Michael doesn't have any psychological burden. He even felt that he was seeking justice.

As for the striae, Michael and he are not in the same place. This guy from the intelligence department, although he used to provide intelligence support for himself in operations, the two did not have any personal relationship.

Michael felt that it was only a purely working relationship, so he didn't owe him anything. As for this time, it can only be regarded as his bad luck, who let him participate in this unlucky mission?

He believes that he has worked in the S.H.I.E.L.D. for more than 20 years, and he is still just a fucking operative, and he has not even earned a half-official position. I've fucking had enough of these days. Therefore, no one can stand in the way of their own wealth, and no one can do it.

Thinking of this, Michael convinced himself thoroughly. He felt that everything he did was justified and that he had to do it. Even if he killed two people, he didn't feel any guilt.

Michael found a good reason for his actions.

In reality, everyone is not like this. People who fail have reasons to fail, and successful people have reasons to succeed. Those who are diligent have reasons to be diligent, and those who are lazy have reasons to be lazy. Everyone else is more or less wrong, only they are not wrong, and they are always right.

Martin sat in the back seat with a chest containing a treasure map in his hand.

He felt that he was so fucking lucky that he was in a good position today. If he wanted to, he could pull out his pistol now and easily take out the two guys sitting in the front row.

He didn't want to take too many risks, though. After all, the guy with the horizontal stripe has the steering wheel in his hand, and if he shoots directly, it is difficult to guarantee that the car will not fly off the road. He didn't want to end up with a broken arm and a broken leg, and he was looking forward to enjoying life with the large sum of money that the Indians promised him.

Martin was very unhappy with the behavior of the Indians. After today's events, I can only run away. Although he didn't have a grudge for the work of S.H.I.E.L.D., he felt that he was taking a big risk. However, these hateful Indians actually paid only 20 percent of the deposit.

He's mentally cursing them, but hoping they can get their hands on the treasure map. Only then will he be able to get the money.

"These damn Indians are really fucking masters who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles. Martin cursed inwardly.

At this moment, the horizontal stripes are also nervous and uneasy.

Stellar has ventured to open the tracking device, but the Japanese Black Dragon Society still hasn't appeared, so where are they going to do it?

He also had to take advantage of the chaos to kill the two guys in the car. However, these two guys don't seem to be stupid either, and he doesn't dare to do it easily without a good timing.

In addition, he does not know if Meisha has already arrived in Japan with her two children.

Although he married Meisha, it was due to the conspiracy of S.H.I.E.L.D. However, after so many years, he has already regarded Meisha as a family member.

Now, Skide feels that the meaning of his life seems to lie in this home. For the sake of this family, he willingly betrayed the Black Dragon Society and returned to Japan to serve as an undercover agent for the S.H.I.E.L.D. secret service.

Judging from the time, Meisha and the others should have arrived in Japan. However, he still did not receive the agreed signal.

The car came to the southeast corner of Central Park.

Michael saw a food truck parked on the corner near Central Park, selling hot dogs, drinks, and more.

So, he said to Hengwen, "Stop, I'll go down and buy something to eat." It's time for lunch, so we can only eat whatever we want and deal with it. ”

Stripe and Martin naturally had no objections, and by this time, they were also hungry.

Michael got out of the car and walked over to the dining car. At this time, there were four or five people queuing up next to the food truck, and three of them seemed to be tourists from Asia, excitedly discussing what they had seen and heard in New York.

He glanced at the chef who was preparing the food. It was a slightly chubby middle-aged Asian man who greeted Michael as he prepared the food, "Man, what do you want to order? We have a great hot dog here with an authentic mustard sauce that tastes absolutely superb." And the delicious chicken thigh burger. ”

Michael pointed to the package catalogue attached to the car and said, "Let's have three hot dog sets, one of which is a hot dog without mustard." "

"Okay, wait a minute. The cook replied as he instructed the young girl next to her, who was in charge of collecting the money, to collect the money. At the same time, he bent down, as if to get the ingredients for making the hot dog.

"You're asking for three hot dog meals, aren't you?" asked the girl in charge of the cashier, raising her left hand and gesturing with a gesture of "three."

It's just that, when doing this movement, her thumb and index finger are brought together, her middle, ring and little fingers are extended, and the gesture she makes is more like an "OK" gesture.

Before the girl's hand fell, Michael heard the sound of an automatic rifle shooting from behind. He turned to look and saw four gunmen wearing black hoods, holding an A K47, firing wildly at the Ford van in which he was riding. Like raindrops, the bullets poured down on the car.

Although this was a bulletproof vehicle of the S.H.I.E.L.D. operations department, the body of the car was soon left with bullet marks of different shades. On the side close to the gunman, the tires were also punctured.

Michael subconsciously leaned over and reached his waist at the same time.

He didn't expect that the three of them would be ambushed here. He doesn't think it's a gang of Koreans, because that's not the plan agreed with the Koreans. So, who is this gang from?

He didn't have time to think about it before he pulled out the pistol at his waist. However, before he could open the safety device, he fell to the ground. A stream of blood came out of the bloody hole in his eyebrows.

As he was dying, Michael saw that the cook was holding a silent pistol at him, and the smell of gunpowder was dissipating from the muzzle.

Until he died, Michael's eyes were open, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He didn't expect that he would die like this, and he hadn't gotten the five million dollars he belonged to.

The bullets that rained down made the horizontal stripes and Martin in the car instantly frightened and inexplicable. Neither of them could have imagined that someone would attack so quickly, and that it would be on a busy street with a lot of traffic.

However, they immediately realized that they were staying in the bulletproof vehicle. This gives them time to get their minds back on track.

Striated immediately started the car, glanced at Michael who fell to the ground from the rearview mirror, and slammed on the accelerator without hesitation, and the car suddenly rushed out like a roaring monster.

Since one side of the tire had been blown out, the hub sparked on the ground. A gunman, who rushed to the car and was too late to dodge, was instantly knocked out of the way, fell to a fire hydrant on the side of the road, and then rolled to the ground, motionless.

The sudden gunfire also caused pedestrians on both sides of the road to flee in panic. The cries of those who were hit by stray bullets were also heard one after another.

Cars fleeing frantically, colliding with each other, unable to move. Some people tried to open the car door and rush out, only to find that the car door was blocked by another car.

It turned out that the three Asians queuing up next to the food truck also put on their hoods, took out miniature assault guns from their backpacks, and fired wildly at the Ford car, which had already driven some distance.

The cook and the cashier got on a motorbike that was parked behind the dining car, and the two gunmen quickly jumped on the back of the motorcycle. The two motorcycles then sped in the direction of the Ford van.

The other four gunmen, ignoring the motionless accomplice lying on the ground, grabbed a car parked on the road and chased after it.

The distant gunfire brought back some of the people who had fled in all directions. Some people started helping each other, and others started calling the police.

But at this moment, the mobile food truck, which had been parked on the corner of the street, suddenly made a loud explosion. It turned out that in order to create a chaotic scene, the gang actually placed an astonishing bomb in the mobile food truck.

More than a dozen people who had just run to the back of the dining car to avoid stray bullets were suddenly blown to pieces. Broken bodies, scattered all over the ground.

The windows of several nearby buildings were also shattered and splashed to the ground from a high altitude. Many people couldn't dodge and were scratched by the splash of broken glass. As a result, the already frightened crowd began to flee in all directions in a frenzy, and the cries and cries once again filled the entire street.

At this moment, this originally lively and bustling street turned into a hell on earth.

Police cars roared from all directions, and even some veteran policemen who had worked for many years were stunned by the scene in front of them.

As a cosmopolitan city, New York has always prided itself on being safe. In broad daylight, such large-scale shootouts and bombings have never been experienced in the entire career of many police officers. What worries them even more is that the sound of gunfire continues to come from not far away.

Subsequently, ambulances also arrived. Doctors who are usually well-trained are also in a hurry when faced with such a situation.