Looking at Lister's arrogant back, Zuo Han couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

How can an organization like the FBI have such two hundred and five agents, does it just rely on that perverted insight?

Zuo Han had already vaguely guessed that Rist might want to handle the case independently, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm these days, and he wouldn't be the only one waiting here. This impulse is something that every rookie who is new to the industry will have, and it is understandable. But there should still be relatively few like Rist's two hundred and five.

Zuo Han shook his head secretly, and the target of the two hundred and five agents, the professional killer Bob, had a headache.

How could it be this second ancestor?

Bob knows more about Riester than Zuo Han.

Professional killers usually don't take the police seriously, even the FBI, and the police are the ones they play with. But there are also some high-profile police detectives who are the targets of the killers to avoid getting into trouble. Rist is an existence that many people have to avoid.

However, that's not because of how capable Rist is, nor because of his donkey-like temperament, but because of Rist's background. As long as he knows that background, unless he is a senseless perverted murderer, no one will easily provoke him.

The FBI headquarters allowed Rist to chase the case of old Charles, and it was also because the case was not too clear that Rist was tossed around.

…………

"Sir, please open the car door." Rist knocked on Bob's window.

Bob was tired of his heart, but he would only open the car door obediently, pretending to be impatient, "What are you doing?" ”

Seeing Bob, Rist frowned.

Bob knew him, but he didn't know Bob. Could it be that old Charles is in disguise again?

Well, it's possible that the last time I disguised myself, I almost fooled myself.

Rist took a closer look and reached out to pinch Bob's face.

"Damn, is there something wrong with you?" Bob angrily opened Rist's hand.

This time he was really angry.

“fbi！” Rist simply showed his ID and ordered: "Hold your head in your hands, I will check you!" ”

Bob had no choice but to raise his hand obediently.

Rist looked at Bob again, stretched out his evil hands again, pinched Bob's face with a stir, and even pulled his mouth to see if there was any disguise on his face.

Bob's face turned pale, and he didn't know if it was Lister who pinched it, or if he was angry with himself. If it weren't for Rist's background, Bob might have slashed his throat.

Zuo Han looked at the car in front of him, and couldn't help but worry about Rist.

A good professional killer is not a homicidal maniac and will hardly hurt anyone except the mission objective. Not for mercy, but to avoid more trouble. The existence of FBI agents is even more evasive.

For this reason, Zuo Han wanted to use Lower Lister and didn't want to kill him. But looking at the current situation, it seems a little dangerous......

Fortunately, Bob maintained a good work ethic, so he was molested and did not attack Lister. Rist also touched enough, hesitated, pointed to Zuo Han and asked Bob, "Do you know the person in the car in front of you?" ”

"I don't know!" Bob hadn't heard Zuo Han's conversation with Rist before, and he didn't expect to be discovered. Secretly a little strange, shouldn't that kid have committed something and involve himself?

"Don't go away!" Rist admonished, and angrily ran back to Zuo Han.

"Didn't you say your companion was in the car behind?" Rist asked angrily, "He's not Charles, and he doesn't know you!" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Zuo Han was very nervous, and he rushed to the back to wink, as if he wanted to inform something.

Rist looked suspicious and turned around.

At this time, Bob just opened the car door, intending to come over and listen to what Zuo Han said to Lister.

Suddenly, Zuo Han suddenly reached out and grabbed Lister, and shouted behind him: "Don't kill me, I won't tell him where the Tibetans are!" ”

At the same time, Zuo Han's fingers twisted lightly, and the faint white light flashed.

Two bangs, two gunshots rang out in Rist's ears. The windows shattered, and the left head tilted and fell on the steering wheel.

There were sudden screams all around, and Rist also struggled to break away from Zuo Han and lay on the ground.

The sudden gunfire made Bob nervous and quickly leaned over.

What's going on? Got a gunman? Where is it?

Bob glanced around.

Bang bang bang......

Several more gunshots rang out, and the ground in front of Bob and the ground in front of Rist exploded several clouds of dust at the same time.

Bob likes to use knives and is good at using them, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a gun with him.

Seeing that he was being attacked, Bob almost instinctively pulled his pistol out of his trouser leg and pointed it in the direction where the bullet was coming.

This finger happened to be eye-to-eye with Lister.

"Okay, you're really a member of the party!" Rist doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he draws his gun and shoots.

Bob didn't know if the bullet had been fired by Lister, and he couldn't figure out how he had leaked. But in any case, he couldn't wait to be shot. One rolled to the side, and after two shots, he wiped his head and ran.

Killing Rist or Charles will also be wanted all over the world, but killing Charles is wanted by the FBI, and killing Rist must be wanted by the FBI and CIA! And the intensity of the wanted arrest is definitely not much smaller than the arrest of the bearded old man in Afghanistan back then.

"Stop! fbi！ "Rist chased after him with his gun.

The two figures ran wildly, gunfire rang out on the highway, and several cars collided together, and it was suddenly a mess.

Zuo Han opened one eye and looked at it, saw Rist walking away, and sat up. With a flick of the wrist, the handcuffs fell off.

Simulating the sound of gunfire and creating a gunshot effect doesn't take much holy power.

Zuo Han got out of the car, walked back not far, and found old Charles squatting in the bushes under the road.

"I guess they'll have to catch up for a while, but we'll have to walk. State roads can no longer be taken, we take small roads. Zuo Han greeted Old Charles.

But old Charles didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were dumbfounded, with endless sadness.

"Are you alright?" Zuo Han was a little worried, and stepped forward to touch Old Charles's head. This old guy shouldn't have been broken just now.

Old Charles looked up at Zuo Han, sighed, and said with some sadness: "You are right, Paul really wants to kill me." ”

"Didn't you say you were going to try to tempt?" Zuo Han asked, "The killer just now, I didn't say that he was sent by your son." ”

"That killer's name is Bob, and he's been doing things for my family." Old Charles said bitterly, "But I don't deal much with those things now." The disgrace has been handled by Paul lately. Bob and his ...... Hey......"

Zuo Han patted old Charles on the shoulder and didn't speak.

The elder Charles started from scratch, and he did what he has today, not to mention black and white, and it is impossible to be clean. But in the end, it is sad enough to be calculated by his own son.

……………………

While Zuo Han and Charles Sr. were marching towards downtown Boston, while Rist was chasing Bob. In another location, a fierce battle was going on.

"Bastard, bastard......"

A strong man more than two meters tall stood between the rubble, his muscles irregularly bulging and twisting, and black tendons were all over his body. The gums are exposed, the face is hideous, and the scarlet eyes are like beasts. Anyone who looks at it is a zombie-like monster, not a human.

But now, the monster had fear in its eyes.

On either side of this monster, there were two of his kind, also with hideous appearances and terrified eyes.

Three cyborgs, all level 4!

The object of fear for the three Level 4 cyborgs was actually a young girl.

The girl's black hair is fluttering, her figure is graceful, and her eyes are shining with a bewitching green glow. At her feet, an equally ugly body twitched.

The dead Liu Xiaoman, the reborn Sarah, and the wandering spirit who only lives for hatred.

"You can't escape......" Sara lowered her head, her right hand slightly raised, emitting a faint mist.

Looking at that slender hand, the three cyborgs seemed to have seen something terrifying, and their eyes became more and more fearful. And the cyborg at Sara's feet struggled even more, letting out a desperate wail.

The palm of the hand slowly fell, lightly imprinted on the cyborg's chest. A visible green air current, wanting to ripple around.

The cyborg's wail stopped abruptly, and his strong body quickly dried up like a deflated ball. In an instant, it dissolves into a layer of dry powder. When the breeze blows gently, there is no trace of it.

The three cyborgs standing opposite trembled and took a step back in unison.

A cyborg shuddered, howled, and turned to run, faster than a car.

But as Sara shook, the cyborg flew back upside down faster than he had run, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest, bleeding large patches of pus-soaked blood.

Soon, puffs of green gas formed from the wound, and like the cyborg before, the body quickly dried up, turning into debris and scattering.

"Why don't you believe me?" Sara shook her head slightly, "Even if you can escape, I can track your existence." Marcona used her own blood as the mother to raise you. And I'm ......"

A flash of sadness flashed in Sara's eyes, and she sighed faintly, "And I, am her most perfect work." There is a certain resonance between us. ”

"Then you go straight to the master, always tracking what we do!!" A cyborg shuddered.

Sara replied softly, "Resonance can only be felt within a certain range. I'm a human being, not a radar. ”

Another cyborg roared, "You're not human! You are the devil, the devil who is more terrible than the master!! ”

Sara was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "yes, I'm not human anymore. If you don't want to be killed by me, the devil, tell me where Marcona is. ”

"We are just carrying out the master's orders, only Dongha knows where the master is......"

"Dongha was in Boston some time ago, the host may also be there, we can take you to find ......"

The two cyborgs pleaded.

"No need, I'll go myself." The green glow in Sara's eyes became more and more shining: "And you will also reflect your own value." ”

The two cyborgs looked at each other, let out a desperate roar in unison, and rushed towards Sarah.

Sarah's face was expressionless, and her figure writhed.

There was a bang, and the green glow was shining.

Two Level 4 cyborgs were planted heavily. In the wafting green air, the body gradually dried up......

How many are these? I don't remember exactly.

The more people you kill, the more headaches Marcona will have.

Glancing at the two corpses that were drying and crumbling into pieces, Sara looked into the distance.

Boston......

Sister He Ye seems to be there.

It's just that now that I'm like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to see her again. (To be continued.) )