32. Finding a cover for the opposite sex is the best way

Waiting for the elevator on the 11th floor with Mo Lei, there was also an old man, but the word old was used to describe his age, dressed as a very hippie, with red shorts and a sky blue T-shirt, a huge skull on his chest, and a very tasteful soft-brimmed gentleman's hat on his head, with a feather stuck in the brim.

The old man didn't care about the middle-aged man in front of him, the elevator sounded, and he signaled Mo Lei to ask first, Mo Lei hurriedly took a step back and let the old man walk in front, the old man nodded with satisfaction, the elevator opened, and he strode in.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, it was the lively time, through the crowded garden downstairs, Mo Lei passed the front desk with his backpack, a police car with flashing police lights at the door slowed him down, a middle-aged man in a thin coat leaned on the door frame of the passenger of the police car and smoked, and the other two uniformed police officers were asking what was at the front desk, one of the policemen was holding several portraits in his hand, with photos of Mo Lei before he made up and when he ate in the community the day before.

The front desk is about 50 meters away from the gate, the electric turnstile has two tall men talking eagerly and walking in, next to the side door stands a doorman, there is a taxi in front of the door, the window is closed, the roof light is green, the driver is probably waiting for the customer.

Mo Lei changed his route slightly and walked towards the side door, and the doorman smiled kindly at the guest.

The two policemen standing at the front desk did not get the information they wanted, so they turned around and walked towards the gate, and one of them, policeman A, looked at Mo Lei's back, paused in surprise, and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Police officer B asked.

"This guy, a Canadian, seems to have gone to the police station a few days ago to report that his wallet and documents were stolen, why did he appear in this hotel again?"

Mo Lei had already walked to the side of the taxi, he knocked lightly on the window, the driver opened the window down a little crack, and said in a rough voice, "Wait for someone, get out." ”

Police officer B has walked back to the front desk at this moment and reported the name of the person with the ID used by Mo Lei, and the front desk confirmed that it was this guy, and he also gossiped about this person who always likes to go out early and return late, why has he been in the room today, this person looks strange, not to mention, he is also extremely stingy and obscene.

Wrong!

Police Officer B immediately pulled out his gun and his phone and ran outside, yelling loudly, "That's him, stop him." The policeman standing in the middle of the lobby was stunned for a second, and also drew his pistol and chased after him.

At the gate, the policeman who was smoking in the police car was startled by the sudden shout, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and looked around, a fist suddenly became bigger in front of his eyes, he didn't have time to exhale pain, the huge pain in the lower abdomen as if he had been hit by a locomotive made him bend down, and the vagus nerve in his neck was numb, and he collapsed on the ground unconscious.

Mo Lei looked at the car key in the police car still hanging on the lock, slid from the front of the car to the driver's seat with one hand, and just wanted to reach out and pull the door, a bullet was fired on the hood, and the 9mm bullet penetrated the iron sheet and drilled into the engine.

Immediately after, gunshots rang out one after another.

Mo Lei squatted down, hid next to the front wheel, pulled out a pistol with his backhand, and fired two shots at the two policemen at the door of the lobby, the bullets whistled and shattered the glass door, the two tall men who were originally talking and laughing looked at the broken glass around them, and rushed away with their heads in their arms, the hippie old man sat by the window with a coffee, and looked at Mo Lei, who was standing in the direction of the police car and shooting this way, smacking his lips.

"The killer now, why the fuck is so ugly." The old man muttered, bowed his head and took a sip of his coffee.

Mo Lei's bullet suppressed the two policemen, reached out to pull the car door, and suddenly fell sideways while his hand was next to the door handle, he heard the piercing brake sound behind him, so he let his body command his limbs to react instinctively, and fired four shots in a row, the window of the car was shattered, the driver should not be able to control the brakes, and the whole car crashed sideways.

Mo Lei's whole person was like a dolphin that only leaped out of the waves, his body rushed forward, and behind him, the bodies of the two cars collided fiercely, making a loud noise.

It's a downtown area, and it's so blatant.

Mo Lei hunched his waist and walked through the middle of the car parked on the road, and three people staggered down from the car behind him, and after they identified the direction, they chased in the direction of Mo Lei, and while chasing, they pulled out their guns and shot at the looming Mo Lei.

The siren sounded again, and a modified off-road vehicle flashed its police lights and drove directly in front of Mo Lei's run, and a sharp brake sound sounded in the middle of the road, and before the car could stop, the blond-haired Smith pulled the car door and jumped out, and when he got out of the car, he raised his hand and fired 5 shots in the direction of Mo Lei.

Rapid-shooter.

Mo Lei lay motionless on the concrete floor.

The whole neighborhood began to panic like a plague, with the screams of women mingling with the running of high heels, and the little thugs who were not willing to be lonely were shouting from the side of the street.

Mo Lei moved, he changed the magazine for the 0.45 Smith in his hand, pulled out Kyle's 'Springfield HS2000' from the backpack with his backhand, pressed the grip safety, and stretched the barrel out of the hidden car with both hands, and ran out of bullets in the pistol.

Then he bent over and ran, reloading the magazines of the two pistols as he ran. He threw his head down, and suddenly rushed into the alley on the left, which was the main street, and the buildings behind it were built like a labyrinth, and if you rushed through it, you could find a place to hide.

The crowd ahead is getting denser.

Rush over and blend in with the crowd.

Mixed into the flow of people, those killers and policemen in the rear should not dare to shoot indiscriminately.

Ahead of him was the mouth of the alley, he straightened up, strode forward two steps, and then tucked his left and right hands into his trouser pockets, and the loose hiking pants stuffed two pistols, although a little bulging, but still not very visible.

He walked to the entrance of the alley, took a step and then walked off the street, opposite a bustling shopping mall, where locals and tourists would hang out if they had anything to do, and next door to the mall was the largest bar in the area, and at the moment countless people began to line up at the door.

I don't know why I queue up, most people are passive animals and always like to follow others to do things that they don't necessarily like.

Mo Lei blended into the crowd, the cars coming at both ends of the road were desperately honking, the crowd seemed to have lost their sense of hearing, talking and laughing across the road, Mo Lei was caught in the middle, he didn't look back, but he knew that Smith must have followed, and the other killers also came, as well as those policemen.

He searched through his backpack with his backhand, first found a peaked cap and put it on his bald head, took off his expensive coat and wore only the plaid T-shirt, turned the coat inside out and put it on his backpack, tore off his beard, and plucked out the dark spots on his face.

The music in the mall was deafening.

A group of English-speaking tourists walked in front of Mo Lei with backpacks on their backs, and behind them, two guys in checkered shirts wandered casually like everyone else, but their eyes never left the backpacks of those tourists, and Mo Lei knew from the way they walked that these two guys had guns on them.

Neon lights flashed on the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, several security guards with shotguns patrolled the outside of the mall, Mo Lei saw from the glass door that several killers behind him were approaching, and tall Smith walked on the route he had taken, with a thin suit on his arm. More than a dozen policemen gathered from behind.

Go in, go inside.

Mo Lei strode into the mall, he knew that the security guards at the door were all hired by private individuals, and the police could not command them.

There is a fire diagram hanging in the middle of the elevator on both sides of the atrium of the mall, a group of people are queuing up for the elevator, Mo Lei stood under the schematic diagram and looked: there are a total of six exits, he is now in the south, the east and west exits are back to risk, due north is an alley, from the northeast exit is also a big road, only the northwest exit is the most suitable, go out and walk 200 meters is a labyrinth-like small building.

But such an arrangement, Smith can also think of.

He thought as he walked, and ripped a car key from the waist of a man who had just come out of the elevator.

Be prepared.

Closer, closer.

Through the glass window, he saw that Smith was approaching the gate, and several police officers walked up to the front of the group of security guards and said something quickly, one of the security guards strode away with one of the policemen.

Monitoring room.

Mo Lei glanced up, densely packed with monitoring equipment, if he had equipment in his hands, he had too many ways to make these devices useless, but not now.

They are looking for a single man, bald, between 178 and 180 in size, possibly wearing make-up that is invisible, wearing a linen jacket, gray hiking pants, carrying a black backpack, and having a weapon in his hand, which is extremely dangerous.

Single men.

Mo Lei put the cap on his back, strode towards the west exit on the left, took the underground parking lot to see if he could find the car, and went around the west exit, which was dangerous from the west exit, but there would be no traffic jam after going out, and it was a thoroughfare.

A girl with a hiking bag on her back, a gray T-shirt and big shorts got down from the escalator, her blonde hair was braided into small braids, there were beads of sweat on the tip of her nose under the air conditioner, her face with a few small freckles was full of vitality, her olive skin was smooth and delicate, her eyes were blue like sea water under her slightly upturned eyelashes, and her facial features were as beautiful as paintings. She looked around, her eyes full of surprise and curiosity.

"Hi, may I ask, how do you get to the cinema?"

Mo Lei looked at the girl, he knew that there was a free movie theater here, and the sign at the elevator entrance showed that it was downstairs.