184. Farewell to the killer

In the distance, the sound of car horns can be heard. The sound of the door opening sounded downstairs, and there was a harsh and tooth-aching 'creak' sound between the long-unmaintained iron door and the chute.

Nixon's eyes narrowed, staring closely at Mo Lei, who was in a flat tone, and looked at Mo Lei for half a minute after Mo Lei finished speaking, then nodded, drank the water in the cup, and stood up. His upper body was wearing Mo Lei's T-shirt, which fit perfectly, but his face was still gray.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Nixon looked at his watch and said, "Tell your brothers that it's an honor to be friends with you." ”

"Are you leaving?" Mo Lei also looked at the time, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning.

The low-hanging curtains blocked the light outside, Mo Lei walked over and opened the window, and looked downstairs, the street was very quiet, only two small dogs were lazily walking on the road.

"Yes." Nixon walked to the door, put the pistol on his desk into his holster, but looked down at his outfit in embarrassment, "Give me your coat too." ”

Mo Lei simply took off his coat, and Nixon took it and put it on his body—he was a few centimeters taller than Mo Lei, and his clothes were a little short enough to cover the holster.

"It's good." Nixon looked at the army green jacket with satisfaction, and then at the ragged T-shirt on Mo Lei, "You still have a T-shirt, right?" The coat that was borrowed from you will be returned to you next time. ”

"I still have it, okay." Mo Lei replied briefly, threw the car keys to Nixon, reached out and opened the door, "Drive to Pereira, just throw it away." ”

Nixon didn't take it politely.

There is no need to say goodbye and goodbye nonsense, don't go against the heart is not on the lips. From the confrontation at the beginning to the misunderstanding later, Mo Lei has always felt that he is too distrustful of people. When Nixon spoke of his own distrust, Mo Lei was embarrassed.

"That's right." Nixon, who turned around and wanted to leave, suddenly raised his left hand and patted his head, turned his head to look at Mo Lei, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the north, "I received a rumor that the U.S. Treasury Department is also looking for that bill template, you know, they are mainly responsible for detecting and arresting people who commit this kind of crime, so don't go upside." ”

"Okay, we'll take notice."

"Everything about Vaux, I'll give you some information, but not today. I suggest you get out of here later as well, and I'll be in touch with you next. ”

"Can you find us?"

"Wolves can smell their own kind, and we talked about how to contact each other on the way, didn't we?" Nixon opened his left arm, put his arm around Mo Lei's shoulder, and said goodbye again. Mo Lei did not comment on Nixon's words, but also patted Nixon's arm gently, watched the killer turn away, close the door, and then go to the window, and saw the gray Volkswagen driving out of the alley and onto the street, until it disappeared from his sight and closed the curtains.

What an accident, but so natural to make a killer a friend.

It's just that agents of the U.S. Treasury Department are also involved, and Vokes is ruthless enough. He did kill his nephew, and the template was also purchased by his nephew, which is a bit suspicious of smearing on himself.

But so what, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, not to mention that now they are getting closer and closer to Volks, and it seems that they are getting closer and closer to the truth they need to know. There will be more and more righteous people around them, Sanchez and the killer Nixon, although they may not be able to help themselves, they will still feel that this world can be saved.

And the brothers in the next room.

Mo Lei yawned, he looked at the soft bed, controlled his urge to lie down and cover his head and fall asleep, took out a T-shirt from the package to replace the tattered one on his body, opened the door, walked through the corridor with pine floors, and the smell of coffee and toast came from downstairs, making him take a deep breath before raising his hand to push open the door next door.

Gao Bing sat quietly on the sofa next to the bed, still holding a pistol in his hand, but hiding the gun on the side of his thigh. He looked up at Mo Lei, and just as he wanted to speak, the coyote, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Why did you wake up? Sleep a little longer. ”

When he was on the road, the coyote woke up from sleep, and intermittently told Mo Lei about the situation after jumping off the cliff. Although Nixon was also nearby, the coyote knew that Nixon knew about it, so he was not afraid of it. It's just that he is in an extremely unstable mental state, and he occasionally needs Nixon to make up for it.

Mo Lei knew that the coyote met Nixon in the basement, and Nixon told Taylor that he could let the coyote speak, in fact, after a few words of chat with the coyote, he told him in Chinese that he planned to save him, but he needed human cooperation. The coyote said that he would go to the Chinese community to try it, although he didn't know that Mo Lei would come back so soon, but the coyote knew that they would definitely find it. It's just that he didn't know that Mo Lei almost blew up the Universal Building. When Gao Bing said this, the coyote laughed.

"Damn, I had a nightmare." The coyote got up on the bed and looked at the closed door behind Mo Lei, "Mr. Killer is gone?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Lei paused, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's hypocritical." The coyote, who had slept for less than half an hour, was in good spirits, he glared at Mo Lei impatiently, and suddenly sighed again, "Damn, I didn't expect to be rescued by this buddy, I don't have enough brains, where is this." ”

"This proves that you have a good character." Mo Lei also sat on the sofa next to Gao Bing, reached out and picked up an apple from the tray on the bedside table, pulled out the fighting dagger given by Gao Bing from his waist and began to sharpen it, and told the coyote while sharpening, "Don't worry, this knife has been sterilized for Monte Carlo, don't believe me to lick it for you." ”

When the coyote saw the dagger Mo Lei took out, his eyes lit up. It was a Mark 3 fighting dagger, very well balanced, lightweight, and comfortable to hold in the hand, and it had a sharpening device embedded in the scabbard that sharpened the knife every time it was taken out and put back, and it was a dagger that Coyotes loved very much.

"Ahem......."

Gao Bing and Mo Lei glanced at each other, Gao Bing played with a banana in his hand, Mo Lei continued to look down and peel the apple, while asking, "You cough?" Lie down. ”

"Ahem......, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......."

The coyote coughed dryly again. Mo Lei looked at him strangely, as if he suddenly remembered something, and vigilantly put the knife into the scabbard, "I remembered, you kid cough cough cough, you coughed up one of my Shadow No. 23 fighting daggers last time." ”

The coyote smoothed the pillow with his left hand with some embarrassment, and then looked at the dagger on Mo Lei's waist with some unhappiness, "You must have snatched it too." ”

"I gave it, call brother, I'll get it for you, good guy!" Gao Bing added a sentence with a smile on his face.

"I'm going to Shadow 23." The coyote had no psychological pressure on such a shameless thing, but he made conditions first.

One of the favorite daggers of special forces soldiers around the world, the Fleeting 23 is in the same family as the Mark 3, and it is both a universal saw, a screwdriver, and an adjustable cable cutter. It comes with a sapphire sharpening device, a strapping belt that can be used to fix the dagger on the leg, a quick separator that can unhook the scabbard from the belt, and a hollow handle that can store pills or water purification tablets.

"Brother, I can't guarantee that thing, I want to get another one." Mo Lei opened his mouth with a smile and threw the peeled apple in his hand to the coyote.

"Don't pay attention to the mask, you call me brother, I promise to help you get it back." Gao Bing laughed, the oil paint on his face had long been washed off, and he was always called a girl by the coyote and another comrade-in-arms named Meng Zheng when he was fair-skinned, so Gao Bing would verbally bargain for the bargain if he had only the chance.

"You help me get it back, and then I'll call me whatever you ask me to call." The coyote sneered, he didn't pick up Mo Lei's apple, but looked at Mark 3 on Mo Lei's waist, "Mask, show me the knife." ”

"Of course not."

Mo Lei and Gao Bing objected almost in unison.

"Isn't this a meat bun beating a dog? It's too vivid. Gao Bing also added.

"That's how you two treat the wounded." The coyote sighed faintly and lay down towards the pillow, "Alas, that's what I have as a hobby, I have no sisters, no money, and no noble spiritual pursuits, I just like knives, this cold and inanimate thing." You say, 'Why am I so ......?' ”

"Your uncle." "Shut up."

Mo Lei and Gao Bing scolded angrily at the same time again, the coyote raised his left hand and touched his nose, but when he saw the scabbard of Mark 3 in front of him, he took it ecstatically, and the person sat up again from the head of the bed, pulled out the dagger, and played with it lovingly.

"It's funny." Gao Bing squinted his eyes and looked at the coyote, threw the banana in his hand into the tray, replaced it with an apple, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it, "Kamen got it and said, this thing is going to be left for you, by the way, Kamen, your knife really disinfected Monte Carlo?" You turned on the light last night, didn't you? ”

"What kind of poison, I wiped it with paper." Mo Lei smiled and looked at the coyote who was turning over and over with a dagger in one hand, and the injured right hand was struggling to stuff the apple into his mouth and munch.

The coyote took a bite of an apple in his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked like he had eaten, and shouted vaguely, "Damn, mask, don't play with me as a grandson." ”

Mo Lei squeezed his eyes proudly and nodded at Gao Bing, "Look at it, this earth dog is this heart, and he can lie at will." ”

"Eliminate the sterilization." The coyote spit the apple in his mouth in the palm of his hand, stared at Mo Lei, and then looked at Gao Bing.

"Silly fork, eat boldly, eat with confidence. What are you afraid of AIDS? The corners of Gao Bing's mouth twitched, and he smiled neither yin nor yang.

"Don't worry, it's sterilized. You can't help but be funny, it's like a little friend. Mo Lei stretched out his hand and patted the coyote on the shoulder.

The coyote chewed a few bites of the apple with confidence, and suddenly looked up at the two brothers beside him, "I thought this life was over, I was going to die, and I would never see you again." ”

Mo Lei's eyes turned red instantly.

"We will get back your sin."

"What's next?"

Gao Bing quickly diverted the topic, he knew that Mo Lei's current situation was very bad, his heart was too tight for too long, and anything that could cause Mo Lei's anger could make the whole thing out of control. Then there will be another Nixon, or even worse.

"Agents of the U.S. Treasury Department are also looking for a template, and I don't know if they will be lured to us by Volks." Mo Lei looked at the two siblings beside him, "Since both of you are sleepy, let's talk." ”

"I had this in mind when Chris told me. The probability of finding the door is not large, after all, people have special intelligence clues. But we also have to be prepared. Try not to kill yourself, but the explanation is unexplainable, unless Volx himself is willing to explain. ”

"Let's dig this line out first." After Gao Bing finished speaking, the coyote put the half-eaten apple on the bedside table, "Kamen went to Mexico, and the information he got was very useful, and besides, I always felt that Liu Dayou's grandson had something to hide from us." By the way, mask, Liu Dayou is here, forget it, I know he betrayed me, but he has his difficulties, maybe I didn't expect to make things so big. ”

"I know, I won't embarrass him." Mo Lei nodded.

Mr. Wang said Mr. Liu told him that there should be some people operating underground about 10 kilometers north of the hut where the coyotes lived. Liu Dayou couldn't say it clearly, but Wang Yuwei said that he might not dare to elaborate, so could it be that this is a certain processing plant in Volks. Gao Bing patted his head and suddenly talked about it. When chatting on the road, I was just concerned about the coyote, and of course Nixon was also there at that time, and this kind of thing was not easy to talk about.

Mo Lei remembered that Victor also said that near the plantation was an underground factory with Volks, and looking for import and export in the mountains was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. He was just about to speak, when footsteps came from the hallway of the door, and then there was a gentle knock on the door, and Madame de Monte Carlo's sharp voice sounded, "Have you slept, if you haven't slept, eat something if you haven't slept." ”

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

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