Chapter 292: There Must Be a Conspiracy ------

Holman cracked his eyes, his pupils constricted, and finally his eyes flashed with fear.

He looked at the car that was running over him, struggling to get up, but after all, he was old...

is no longer the veteran who dominated the Vietnam War, nor is he the warrior who hides under artillery fire and gnaws cans, his strength can no longer support the old body, his function is degraded, and he can only watch the other party collide with him, but in the next second, he still can't help but close his eyes.

"Squeak... Bang! ”

Suddenly there was the sound of sharp brakes, the grinding of tires and the deafening sound of crashing.

"Police, come out! Hold your head and raise your hands. Holman heard the awkward French in his ears, but he could hear it clearly, and he was surprised to open his eyes, and saw a bright police car on the buttocks of Kane and others, the bumper was shattered, and two French policemen hid behind the car and raised their pistols in warning.

"Fack! Hurry up..."Kane turned his head and yelled at Gerald, and he leaned out and fired four or five shots in a row, the policeman didn't even think that the other party still had guns, one of them didn't pay attention, he was shot in the abdomen, and the rest of the policemen hurriedly pulled his colleague's clothes and pulled him to the back of the car, and anxiously called for support.

Gerald saw Holman lying on the ground through the mirror, gritted his teeth, his eyes red, "Kane, we must kill him, our mission can't be passed out, if they are prepared, the leader will not let us go!" ”

For the sake of his own life, and for the sake of the great cause of the organization, Holman must die!

Kane was silent, he just pinched his fingers on the pistol slightly, pushed open the door, and shouted, "Auf die freiheit!"

Shot at the policeman, so that the other party did not dare to look up, and then shouted, "Gerald, up." ”

The latter jumped out of the car, bent over quickly, went around the other side, and fired three or four shots at the lonely policeman in the back, which was all broken in the back, and lay on the ground without a snort.

"Mr. Holman is on your way!"

Kane fired several shots at the opponent, two in the chest and one in the neck, both fatally wounded.

"Go," Gerald muttered, and the two turned and ran.

Holman gradually lost his gaze, lying on the ground, the cold land seemed to be his home, he suddenly felt so relaxed, at least he didn't have to worry about getting up the next day to see the black-faced young masters of the family, the most important thing was to be free, closed his eyes heavily......

About five minutes after the incident, the Paris police finally arrived late, looking at the corpses all over the ground and the bullet casings that fell on the ground, the gang finally panicked, and the police officer who led the team was so frightened that he reported it to the top on the spot.

That Paris Chief Mai Bus. Grove was about to cry when he heard another shooting, what happened to this romantic capital lately, did Ben Saba, the goddess of bad luck, start to "visit" Paris?

He wailed in his heart, and hurriedly ordered, "Block the clues, you must not let the reporter come!" ”

"Understood..."As soon as the police officer at the scene finished answering, he heard a chaotic noise not far away, looked up suspiciously, and his face changed, "Director, it's late..."

Mai Bus was stunned and suddenly stood up, "Damn! I'm coming here, and I'm going to lock off the scene. ”

This guy didn't bother to lower his voice at all, everyone outside the office heard it, and the already cautious appearance became more restrained, and they all understood that something was wrong again.

Listening to the busy sound in the microphone, the police officer at the scene felt that he had been abandoned, and the most important thing was that the reporters were too fierce, they could still run with the camera, and the microphone was stretched into his mouth, so frightened that he hurriedly ordered the police to pull up the cordon.

"We want free press coverage ......"

The reporters shouted, and of course some people took advantage of this time to think of other ways.

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In the public hospital, Gao Jun lay on the hospital bed, letting the little nurse change himself with new medicine, but the latter seemed to look at the pure gold invitation on the side of the pillow.

"What? Do you want? Gao Jun closed his eyes and spoke.

"Huh?" The little nurse was startled, this accidentally pulled her hand, got the wound, the painful Gao Jun couldn't help frowning, and snorted in a muffled voice, Peter and others who heard the movement at the door rushed in, the menacing appearance frightened the little nurse, she hurriedly raised her hand, tears were rolling in her eyes.

Gao Jun glanced at Peter, waved his hand to signal them to go out, took out two pieces of paper at the head of the bed, sat up, wiped the little girl's tears, the posture was as gentle as it was, the little nurse's tears were immediately contained, but Gao Jun's next words almost scared the other party to tears, "Don't worry, I never hit a woman... I'm a Sven, well, very Sven gentleman. ”

How awkward and even hilarious it was to say this sentence from the mouth of a warmonger.

Gao Jun saw that the other party's mouth was pouting and ready to cry, his brows were pressed, and he said, "Don't cry!" Then he softened his tone and gestured with his chin, "Help me turn on the TV and go out." ”

"Well... Good. The little nurse hurriedly pressed the TV, turned around and walked towards the door with the medical equipment, only to hear the announcement on the TV, "Flash, there was a shootout on the outskirts of Paris this afternoon, resulting in the death of three people, including two policemen, the following is a report sent by our reporter from the front." ”

There was a scene on the TV, and I clearly saw several corpses lying on the ground, although I couldn't see the face clearly from a long distance, but Gao Jun knew the clothes!

It's a little hard to remember the stylish little suit and the groomed white hair.

"Holman?!"

Gao Jun said in a deep voice, a little nasal, and couldn't help frowning, his intuition told him that this matter was not simple!

A man who looks good is dying outside, what about his bodyguard? Gao Jun has also seen each other, those people seem to be very difficult to mess with, there are a few lives under their hands, and ordinary people really can't bear to scare him, but this person who is more unlikely to die is lying on the ground clearly, Gao Jun's first thought is that there is a conspiracy in it.

He turned his head to look at the invitation card beside him, touching his chin and thinking.

"Peter!" He shouted to the outside world.

Peter pushed the door open and walked in, "Any commands?" Boss? ”

"You go to Mr. Emory and ask him to help me inquire about the identity of the deceased, and, if you can, take me a video of the scene." Gao Jun pointed to the TV, Peter glanced at it a few times, and immediately understood, although he was a little puzzled, he still nodded very seriously, "I'll do it." ”

"Wait." Gao Jun stretched out his hand and shouted, touching his chin, and after a while, "You help me bring him a message, time is running out, if you want to get rich, hurry up!" ”

Peter nodded, walked out and closed the door, leaving Gao Jun alone in the hospital room to ponder.

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