Chapter 227: Assassination!
The Boston Police Department is busy!
More than 150 people were arrested in 32 fights in the area overnight, leaving the nearby police station overcrowded.
This drunkard was one of them, who just smashed someone on the head with a beer bottle, and before he could run, he was pressed to the ground and dragged back.
Kurt frowned and looked at the snoring opposite, and he had the heart to scold his mother, holding his hands, shrinking in the corner and resting with his eyes closed, but suddenly, he heard the movement, and pinched his neck with both hands! Suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the was holding a toothbrush in his hand?
Burst!
Stab hard in the left chest!
Directly half cut in.
Kurt screamed in pain, scared into a cold sweat, frightened, frightened, the other party was going to kill him.
After all, he is an elite agent of the FBI, although he usually eats by his head, and he does not have the perverted skills of 007, but this move is still very hard, especially between life and death, he still remembers what his martial arts teacher said.
"The fastest way to take down the opponent is to hit his most vulnerable place!"
And then... Kurt grabbed the black man's ** and squeezed it hard, the latter screamed miserably, and let go of his hand directly in pain, while the former took this opportunity to push the black man away and shouted outside, "Hey! Help me! Help me! β
There is a guard outside the cell through a door.
But now the guy is listening to music with a pair of headphones!
Look at his swaying posture, it's especially rock, it's fun here, and it's roaring outside.
The was sweating profusely and his eyes were full of ferocity.
"Why did you kill me?!" Kurt asked loudly.
But this obviously has a strong professionalism, he doesn't say anything, he looks at each other with bared teeth, roars, and pounces again, as for the pain on the balls, endure it!
Even for the $2,000, the job has to be done beautifully.
As for what will happen in the end?
If you have any time to think about this, you will be stabbed to death by him.
It's as simple as that.
But the boss said that if he took this order, if he was closed, he would send $30,000 to his family! The money will be given to his family, enough for them to live a good life in the United States for a while.
The thought of this made the's face look hideous.
Kurt was not stabbed to death directly! Because the toothbrush is specially made and relatively short, this is one of the reasons why it is easy to hide in, but the blood oozes out from between his fingers, and the passage of a large amount of blood makes him tremble, watching the other party pounce, this wants to dodge, but the body agility can't keep up, it's too late, a punch was taken by the other party to the ground, and then rode on his body, both hands tightly pinched his neck.
Kurt began to roll his eyes, blushing and thick.
Maybe God bless, at this moment, the staff outside got up, took the kettle and prepared to pour some hot water, heard the movement inside, full of doubts, and then walked over, as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw two people in a reluctant manner, but if he looked closely, it was obvious that Kurt was injured, and he hurriedly took out a pistol and pointed it at the black man, "Stop!" β
But the other party obviously didn't listen, so... Shoot decisively.
Bang! Bang bang!
Three shots in a row, the first shot hit the back, the second shot hit the shoulder, and the third shot repaired the earth.
Frightened, Kurt almost urinated, pushed away the motionless, got up, leaned against the wall and gasped, covered his wounds, and complained, "You almost killed me, idiot!" β
"You know, I didn't mean to." The staff spread out his hands, even if the other party scolded himself, he didn't hear it, but the other party was from the FBI, and at this time, the police officer who heard the gunshots outside also rushed in with weapons, and the scene in front of them made their brains unable to explain themselves, so they could only look at Kurt, who was pale, "He's going to kill me, guys, can you call me a doctor?" β
Then, as soon as his eyes went dark and he fainted, he heard a panicked voice.
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FBI agent Kurt was almost killed!
The news immediately caused an uproar within the Boston Police Department and the FBI.
So people subconsciously thought of Nicholas. Tang Dynasty!
"This must have been done by the Asian American, why did Kurt have an accident at night as soon as he was released? Isn't that too much of a coincidence? An elderly white man with glasses said angrily, "This is a provocation!" β
John, who was sitting on the top, glanced at him, "What about the evidence?" β
These three short words suddenly made the white man who was originally shouting stop abruptly, and finally sat down silently.
John put his hands on the table and looked at the only lady in the meeting, "Miss Anna, has the murderer been identified?" β
"Of course, his name is Halleym. Hales, Jamaican, is a local Boston gangster. β
"That's all?" John asked, frowning.
Anna nodded solemnly, "Yes! This is only a general understanding of the situation, but we have not seen him in the civic system, so there is reason to suspect that this is actually a stowaway. β
"It was so coincidental that there were several brawls last night, and he, Hiram . . . Hales was one of them, and it would be safe to guess that this was itself a plan against Kurt to kill him. β
This gang is also a pro, and they get to the point in an instant.
"Keep Hiram in check. The leader of Hales's gang, he must know, I believe, that the shadow hiding behind will definitely show its tail. John squinted, as the head of the FBI branch in Boston, he was also Kurt's top boss, who was his subordinate, and he was so rectified that half his life was almost gone, and now he is still lying in the hospital for emergency treatment, and he must be unhappy!
It's never been them who are the only ones in the FBI who bully people, when will it be someone else's turn to bully them?
John groaned and held out his finger, "Also, protect him, I don't want Kurt to have an accident in the hospital." β
"Yes!"
After the meeting broke up, John stopped Anna, who was about to leave.
"Anything else? Mr? β
"I want to ask you, do you have time for dinner?"
Anna's eyes flashed with surprise behind her glasses, and she nodded slowly, "Of course." β
"Then I'll wait for you." John said with a smile as he put one hand in his pocket.
What a serious remark, but Anna thought about it a lot, she didn't think about it in that way, she was one of the few people who knew that the boss was gay, did he want to eat something else?
This is not very likely.
In the Eagle Sauce industry, the proportion of harassment by superiors to subordinates is actually very high.
Women are underdogs in any industry.
This is determined by the law of the jungle, have you ever seen a country with women as leaders? Maybe there is, but you look at her later...
Inevitably, the so-called equality between men and women is doomed to be impossible.
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"Failed?"
Tang Dao raised his eyebrows and sat on the sofa silently, but the more this happened, the more numb it became.
"Yes, but, I heard that Kurt is in the hospital, and I needβ" The little angel said halfway, but the meaning was very clear, whether to continue to do him.
"I'm not stupid in the FBI, some things can only be done once, and besides, I'm a legitimate businessman." Tang Dao peeled the lychee from the fruit bowl, this thing is supposed to be a special stunt in December, but money can really do whatever he wants, this lychee alone is worth more than 8 US dollars, "Send a bouquet of flowers to the hospital in my name, and always hope that Mr. Kurt will recover soon." β