114. A murderer who doesn't say a word

Walking out of the passage, the wind after the rain blew on the pavement, Mo Lei took a deep breath and walked lightly towards the light rail station opposite.

A false alarm. But with a good weapon at hand, although the two of them were not lightly injured, Mo Lei did not feel the slightest guilt.

The pair of hard-working mandarin ducks who were unconscious in the tunnel were really just robbers, and the two of them usually hid in a corner, as long as they saw a lonely person, they would chase and approach the comer, and then use means to steal or rob, but today they were very unlucky to meet a vicious outsider.

Mo Lei had to be careful.

He heard some news from Caesar's mouth, so he and the coyote went to Caracas one after the other, intending to find the brother surnamed Don that the coyote had mentioned, and see if he could find something from the USB stick. They all already knew that there was a third party joining in, although they hadn't figured out whether it was Yilei or other organizations, but they certainly didn't have any good intentions, the first day in the shootout in Medellin, the people outside the woods were just worried that they still had combat effectiveness, so they didn't dare to go deeper, and if they really killed them, none of the three people could leave.

When he walked to the window of the ticket gate of the light rail station, Mo Lei paid for a ticket to get off at Longge Station in the southern suburbs of the city, and was about to turn around and walk into the station. But he soon discovered that 40 meters behind him, there was a tail.

Someone is stalking!

Standing at the door quietly, Mo Lei glanced at the street, lit a cigarette and smoked a few puffs. After a few seconds, he glanced again, confirming that he was being followed.

He calmly finished his cigarette at the ticket gate, threw the cigarette on the ground and snuffed it out, and then Mo Lei suddenly turned around and walked towards the street. He knew that it would be very abrupt to walk alone on the street at this time, but it was better than putting his tail in the car, where space was limited, and it was not easy to perform.

It seems that the third party who came on the night of the fierce battle may not be Yilei's men, and according to the energy of the 'Heart of God' armed organization, it will not be able to track him down immediately.

Mo Lei walked unhurriedly along the sidewalk along the side of the road, the light dappled on the pavement by the shaded street lamps, and there were no people on the street, only the occasional car speeding through the middle of the road.

The tail behind him seemed to be fluted, but he just walked to where Mo Lei was standing just now, looked in the direction of the tracking target, and then looked behind him, looking like he was waiting for his companion. When he turned around, he found that his target was no longer walking on the road, but suddenly turned right and walked towards the north exit of the light rail station.

Mo Lei also changed his mind temporarily, instead of letting someone attack on the street, it was better to walk directly into a place with a large flow of people, and he could leave in disguise at any time, or he could break it alone. He knew that there must be more than one tail, so he would just wait here and see how many people they were going to use to track or spy on him.

The pistol he had just snatched made him feel warm and secure.

Although it was already 12 o'clock, the LRT station was still full of people. On the floor near the entrance, which was wet from the rain, several uniformed police officers sat listlessly in a fence with a "police" sign.

A few seconds later, Mo Lei found that another guy had joined the tracking team, this one was short, with a short beard, wearing an ordinary thin shirt and a short brown raincoat in his hand, looking like a middle-aged man forced to make a living. But Mo Lei knew that behind the shirt that was not tucked into the waistband of his trousers, there must be a large-caliber pistol hidden, and from the posture of his slight tilt forward as he walked, he should soon close himself.

Mo Lei turned around in the hall for half a circle, and suddenly walked out of the north exit again, strode back towards the south road, and sure enough, he found the third stalker again, and after the three people greeted each other with a very vague gesture, they also chased after Mo Lei towards the south, which was about 100 meters away from Mo Lei.

However, Mo Lei was not at all panicked at the three people following him, and the monitoring team of a three-person team could not scare him, but the wet and cold rain began to fall again, he took off his backpack with his backhand, took out a hat from the side and put it on his head, and strode towards the south.

Mo Lei looked at the map, turned left from the south of the light rail station, it was a small town near the airport, with the help of the night and the flow of people in the town, Mo Lei completely got rid of these people, and then hurried to the road.

A few hundred meters after turning left, he continued to turn left on the side of a church next to the road, then through the alley to the west side of the town, and after walking through a dilapidated road with a bit of history, he sorted his clothes through the glass window of a hotel, and found that two people were no more than 30 meters away from him, and he wondered if the third person was trying to copy in front of him somewhere.

After walking a hundred meters ahead, Mo Lei looked at the street name on the street sign, and then turned to Maurse Street in the south, which is full of restaurants, and a huge advertising wall is a billboard of 7-Up and Coca-Cola, it seems that the influence of the world is everywhere, and the global village is very obvious here.

Although it was in the rainy and hazy weather, the awnings on the side of the road were connected, and the tables under the canopy extended from the wall all the way to the river, and there were still diners making loud noises at the moment, and the heavy smell of oil smoke on the street rushed into his nose, Mo Lei was a little worried, I don't know if there are any guys in the tracking team.

He pressed the hat on his head forward, and walked across the street into a deep alley on the left.

It was a cobblestone alley that stretched to the left front, and as Mo Lei walked, the tail behind him followed, still at a distance of 25-30 meters behind him. Next, Mo Lei found himself at the hay market, another open space where pedestrians rushed under large parasols and electric lights. So, he walked north again, along the way he used various concealments and mirrors to observe the two tails behind him, in order to grasp their position and deployment, although they kept the same distance from him, but Mo Lei always wondered if he should be waiting for reinforcements to capture him.

The place he was walking through now was an old market, and the direction was exactly north, just a few blocks to the main street to the right. In a blind spot on the block, he quickly glanced at the curve reflector and saw that a stalker had disappeared again, and now only one person was following him closer, about 15 meters away.

Mo Lei, who was walking on the sidewalk, began to be cautious, and now there may be two people who have rushed in front of him, maybe ambush him in the next block, although he is sure that he will kill them all, but the participation of civilians and police in the block can easily make the situation get out of control.

Mo Lei quickened his pace, passing a beer hall and a courtyard crowded with singing locals. He sighed a little that there had been a few years when the country's economy was booming, and the towns were so prosperous that they didn't look good. But now there are people in the tunnels with knives and robbing for a living.

There was an intersection on the left-hand side, and Mo Lei's pace slowed down a little, but he still didn't stop. He knew that the guy behind him was very close to him, and he actually wanted to stop, turn around, calmly kill the stalker behind him and then turn away, but the gunshots would make people on both sides of the road still laugh and watch, and it would attract the police.

Mo Lei stuck his steps, walked about 5 meters across the intersection, suddenly turned back to the intersection, and turned right to enter. When he was at the intersection just now, he glanced at the dimly lit and empty alley more than a meter wide, and it seemed that after a few meters of progress, there were spiraling steps.

That's it.

The guy who followed him had just finished sending a message to his companions to move on, and when he saw the target suddenly turn around and walk into the alley, he was taken aback, and subconsciously took a few steps forward and rushed to the alley, the distance between the two people was itself shortened by Mo Lei, and the tracker was about 3 meters away from the alley, and took out a pistol from his waist.

A stiff arm suddenly stretched out from the mouth of the alley, clasping the wrist of the stalker's gun, and the hand pulled and pressed the corner of the wall with lightning force, and with a 'click', the ulna of the stalker's wrist broke, and then the hand dragged harder, and the stalker was pulled into the alley.

Mo Lei's other hand forked the stalker's throat, and then stretched out his hands to hold the stalker who was staggering forward, and after twisting his palms left and right on the latter's head, he quickly hugged the stalker's limp body from the side, dragged it to the steps and put it away, and sat against the wall.

Fortunately, Mo Lei's worries did not happen, and there was no incontinence. He bent down to quickly search the deceased's body, took out the other party's wallet and stuffed it into his pocket, as well as a magazine and a dagger, and pulled out the deceased's headset and intercom to hang on himself, and then packed his package, walked to the alley, picked up the pistol that the stalker had just dropped on the ground, and stuffed it into his bag.

There are two more, and only one needs to be left alive.

He continued to walk north, silent in his headphones, but he knew that the two guys should not be far away.

The time was 12:11 a.m., half an hour after getting off the plane.

Someone is waiting for him at the airport, so he is already being targeted before he gets on the plane.

Is there anyone still waiting for coyotes at the airport? What about Warcraft? Has anyone gone to him?

Mo Lei raised his hand and put the hat on his head backwards, if someone passed by him now, they would find that his eyes were like two gray plastic bodies, cold and emotionless.

()

Set a small goal first, such as remembering in 1 second: book guest residence