79. Out of control

Corredo Township, 4:20 p.m.

In the place where the explosion had occurred two days ago, a tall black man was slowly circling the post-explosion bungalow, bowing his head as he walked as he seemed to ponder something. He took the explosion point as the core, but the distance of the circle was very large each time, the first circle was 300 meters away, the second circle was already 100 meters, and then he circled around the barbed wire fence for a small half circle, and then went directly into the courtyard from the front.

The black man frowned at the gate of the bungalow, the smell of burning and the smell of gunsmoke had not yet dissipated from the room, he took out a handkerchief from his neat suit with his right hand, waved it in front of his nose, and gently pushed the door open and walked into the bungalow.

Looking left and right at the messy ground, he wrinkled his head again, walked straight to the distribution box, stood still, glanced in the direction of the open basement entrance, and then walked to the entrance, and stared at the thick wooden table that had fallen to the ground, which was riddled with bullet holes.

Then he went around in the opposite direction and looked carefully underground for a while, and after finding nothing, he walked back to the distribution box again, and found a bullet case on the ground, which he bent down and picked up with his left hand and grabbed in the palm of his hand, and there were four identical shells in his left hand.

With a conclusion in mind, he turned and strode out the door, the light shining on his chiseled face, who was none other than Nixon, the high-level pawn that Vaux had specially recalled.

Two people!

Nixon mentally replayed the scene, and it was certain that there were only two people! And they work very well with each other.

The distance between the two sentinels 300 meters away is close to 500 meters, and the position of the warehouse is similar to the acute angle of an equilateral triangle with the two sentinels, but the two sentinels should have been cut by the knife at the same time, and the angle of the two knives is different, and it is obvious that one of them is left-handed.

Counting the angle at which the corpse fell to the ground in the courtyard, the bullet casings that were left behind, the method of disassembling the machine gun in the room, and other details, it is obvious that there will be no third person.

The two men were very professional, destroying almost everything that could not be taken away, and then using grenades to cause the explosion of other items such as explosives and bullets, destroying most of the evidence.

They and may have deliberately let go of the 'Red Mouse' Gu Luo in order to wait for Gu Luo to escape back to his lair and call his upline, but Vaux's control methods are very desperate, as long as there is a problem with the supervisor, all of them will die under the mobile phone bomb, which makes the two killers cut off the clue of tracking.

So, these two killers, is one of them Mo Lei as Vaux said? Who is the other one? It can be seen that they have a high degree of cooperation and tacit understanding, how can another master emerge in a short period of time?

Nixon straightened his clothes and headed for the rented car. He hurried to his next stop, Pikaku Bay, where someone who was in charge of transportation had also been robbed. If the modus operandi is the same, then it proves that these two killers are specifically targeting drug dealers and the underworld. Of course, it's also very likely that they don't know who the warehouse is, and the purpose is to force Volks.

That's ridiculous, too. He thought.

The only thing the old fox can trust is himself, he should have installed a pistol behind the back of everyone around him that can be fired at any time, and if he finds someone wrong, the pistol will fire at any time.

Nixon served him for many years, but he still only heard his voice and did not see him, believing that he would never have the opportunity to meet in the future, because he would not believe Nixon.

In fact, how could Nixon ever believe in Volks? Collecting money to do things, people who eat tiger meat do not necessarily have to catch tigers.

He started the car and drove away from the abandoned warehouse at a speed of about 80 mph. He didn't plan to tell Volks all his speculation, after all, whether it was Mo Lei or whether he was sure that it was two people who did it, he had to have an accurate guess, after all, the price of killing two people was completely different from the price of a group of people.

……

Almost at the same time, in Augrande, thousands of kilometers away, Mo Lei and Zhou Rui were in trouble.

The pilots of the Swat helicopters should have a lot of experience, as the westerly winds blowing from the Caribbean Sea rise along the Andes Mountains, and the helicopters hovering at an altitude of 400 meters above the ground, which is very difficult to fly in such environments and climates.

But both the driver and the machine gunner should tie themselves to their seats to reduce the bumps, and the machine gunner sitting at the hatch should be even more uncomfortable, because now the helicopter is bumping up and down by 5 or 6 meters at a time, and it can be bumped more than a dozen times a minute, the driver is holding the joystick tightly, and the machine gunner is still sitting behind the guard plate that holds the machine gun, and the M60D machine gun is pouring bullets on the ground, and the 7.62 mm warhead has penetrated several small holes in the rear box guard of the pickup.

They were all crazy, and the Heavy and the driver were ordered to kill the two bastards sent by Volks.

Mo Lei's face was calm, and he still drove the car calmly, and crossed over a raised earthen beam on the road, the chassis and the earthen beam collided fiercely, and the pickup truck smashed fiercely on the ground, making a loud noise.

There is a saddle-shaped nameless mountain in front of him, and to go to the canyon of Graca Mountain on the other side, you need to drive through the mountain tunnel of about 1600 meters in front of you, Mo Lei tapped the throttle with his right foot, accelerated the pickup to 120 miles, and rushed into the cave frantically, and then when there were still about 4 or 500 meters away from the exit, he shouted into the earphones, "Hold on, I'm going to cross over." ”

After that, he suddenly pulled the handbrake and quickly turned the steering wheel to the left, then let go of the handbrake, released the accelerator, and slammed on the brakes, and the four tires of the pickup truck let out a piercing scream, and stopped sideways in the tunnel, and the smell of burning after the tires rubbed violently against the ground filled the air.

Mo Lei grabbed the door and jumped out of the car that was thrown in the co-pilot, in the headphones, Zhou Rui's voice didn't seem quite right, he aimed the muzzle of the AK47 at the entrance of the tunnel, and quickly looked at the car.

Under the dim tunnel light, Zhou Rui's body seemed to be covered with blood, but his hands were still tightly grasping the guard plate on the back edge of the carriage, the sniper rifle he put aside was thrown out of the carriage and was already in pieces, and the other AK was still wrapped around his neck with a gun belt.

"Warcraft, Zhou Rui...... Old squad leader! Mo Lei roared wildly, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, he rolled into the carriage with one hand and pounced on Zhou Rui's injuries.

"What's the hurry, it's ...... bullets." It should be that when the pickup drifts, Zhou Rui needs to use a lot of strength to not be thrown out, and the wound above his right chest is bleeding blood, and even the corners of his mouth are bloody after coughing, and he finished speaking.

“…… Nothing more! ”

Mo Lei hurriedly took off the balaclava hat on Zhou Rui's head, untied his rucksack and AKM hanging on his chest, and examined the injuries on his body: two gunshot wounds, one on his right chest and one on his left leg. The chest was a penetrating wound, very severe. The left leg should be ricochet, and the bullet head is still half a centimeter exposed outside the leg, and the blood stains Zhou Rui's clothes and pants.

Quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, cut his coat, tore off a strip that was tied to the top of Zhou Rui's leg wound first, gritted his teeth, pinched the warhead with his fingers and quickly pulled it out, and then bandaged the wound again, he just wanted to treat the wound on Zhou Rui's chest, and the roar of a helicopter came from his ears.

"Kill him first." Zhou Rui's voice was weak, but his eyes were burning, "Fuck, a broken enterprise helicopter dares to do this." Kill them first, go. ”

"Dadada......." A barrage of bullets came from the helicopter, which circled 200 meters from the entrance to the tunnel, and had flown to a distance of less than 15 meters above the ground, with a total height of 5 meters, and now the machine gunner's vision was at an oblique angle to the pickup truck in the tunnel, the plane trembled violently, and the bullets spilled into the tunnel in irregular geometric shapes.

Mo Lei barely thought about it, rushed over and hugged Zhou Rui over the edge of the pickup, and when he landed, he struggled to turn around and let his body land first, but he still shook Zhou Rui so much that he coughed up blood. He helped Zhou Rui up and put it next to the front wheel, reached out again and took out the AKM and rucksack from the compartment, and used the hood as a fulcrum to set up the gun.

"Fuck."

Mo Lei's eyes were fanatical, and he fell into madness the moment he saw Zhou Rui injured, he let the machine gun bullets fly sideways in the tunnel, hitting the body of the car 'clang', just leaning his body on the hood, and only the two people on the plane were left in his eyes.

They hurt their brothers.

The muzzle of the gun moved slowly with the turbulence of the helicopter, and the crosshair was aimed at the windshield of the Swat helicopter, Mo Lei's index finger gently pulled the trigger, and two bullets in succession were fired almost at the same time like a point shot, and the pendant of the reducer was fired lightly, and the two bullets hit the same position, and the wounds on the windshield quickly spread to the surroundings in a net shape centered on the impact point.

A machine-gun bullet shot through the hood of the car, and sparks flew everywhere. On the other side of the car, it should have been hit on the mountain road just now, and the fuel tank of the pickup truck had begun to leak oil. Mo Lei didn't pay attention to it, he still calmly and mechanically pulled the trigger, and soon, the AKM bullet spun and drilled into the shattered windshield and into the driver's chest.

The helicopter, which had lost control, suddenly pulled up a few meters, then the tail shook violently and began to lean downward, and the fuselage began to turn in the direction of the pilot.

The machine gunner let go of the gun in his hand in a panic, and hurriedly tried to untie the rope tied to his body, but Mo Lei still shot at the plane unhurriedly, the helicopter tilted and fell with a bang, landing on the mountain road, the rotating propeller cut a deep ravine on the ground, the sound of metal breaking was piercing, and then the broken paddle roared towards the hillside and the tunnel.

Mo Lei hugged Zhou Rui and rolled on the ground a few times, and a broken propeller was inserted into the body with a whistling sound, and the friction sound made people's ears hurt, and the body shook violently.

Then there was a deafening bang, and the plane exploded, blasting into the tunnel with metal shards. Mo Lei still hugged Zhou Rui and rolled backwards, a series of metal crashing sounds came, and some debris hit the stones and cement on both sides of the tunnel, splashing large sparks.

In the rolling, Mo Lei saw a trace of sparks ignite the gasoline that overflowed under the pickup truck 8 or 9 meters away from him, and the spark was only a small point at first, and suddenly the flames jumped suddenly, and a small piece of gasoline accumulated under the car was ignited, and the flames spread rapidly.

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