When the phone rang, Swift's whole body trembled.

He sat still, not daring to move, for fear that something bad might happen, and strangely enough, he had never felt so uneasy on the battlefield, but now he was like a coward.

But soon he laughed at himself - maybe there were no car bombs at all, and they were all hoaxes made by the terrible spy agency manipulated by Lin Youde and his concubine.

Swift has read similar stories in magazines, and some thriller magazines seem to like to use Lin Youde's Eye of Odin as the villain, and now when Eye of Odin is mentioned in the United States, the idea of "they are bad guys" immediately arises.

Swift stood up, went to the telephone, and picked up the microphone.

"Now go out."

Without waiting for Swift to speak, the other side of the phone talked to himself, and it seemed that the other party was not worried at all that the person answering was not Swift. If that were the case, they would have been well aware that Swift's wife was in church and that he was the only one in the house.

"Go to the Wagulia restaurant for dinner."

Then the phone was cut off, and Swift panicked when he heard the busy beep, and he hurriedly hung up the microphone and ran directly to the coat rack by the door, and then he faced the empty coat rack for a moment, only to remember that he had not taken off his coat and hat since he got home. Swift hurriedly opened the door, but found that the hat was not on, and he looked back for a long time before finding the gentleman's hat that had been with him for many years by the window.

He went over to pick up his hat, and at that moment he saw a black sedan pull up in front of the apartment where he lived, and four men in suits and gentleman's hats got out of the car.

Swift had seen this posture, and FBI agents liked to dress like this the most, and after someone in the newspaper wrote an article exposing Wall Street insurance fraud, an agent dressed like this came to the newspaper office and took the reporter who wrote the report away, and Swift never saw the colleague again. The editor-in-chief said that he was protected by the witness protection plan, but his colleagues in the company were rumoring that the poor man had been killed, and that the big company that cheated on the insurance would never be prosecuted, and the whole incident was covered up.

Swift ran out of the window and snatched the door.

He finally retained a little bit of sanity, and instead of going through the main entrance, he ran towards the fire escape behind the building.

After opening the door of the fire escape and rushing out the door, he heard someone knocking on the door while shouting Swift's name: "Mr. Swift, we are the FBI, and we suspect that someone is going to take adverse action against you." ”

For a moment, Swift wanted to go back to the federal law enforcement officers, and a voice in his head kept saying, "If federal law enforcement can't trust me, who else can I trust as citizens of America."

But his legs carried him and ran downstairs as fast as he could.

Descending into the alley behind the apartment, Swift didn't slow down, he strode over the piled garbage bags.

A few homeless people huddled in the corner looked at Swift in surprise, pointing their dirty fingers at his back, talking about whether he owed a large sum of money to a loan shark and was running away from it.

Swift ran out of the alley and into the street, and he thought for a moment what the man on the phone had just said, as if he was going to a restaurant called Vagulia. At this time, Swift suddenly noticed that the restaurant where the phone asked him to go was the nest of the gangsters on this street, although it was usually open to the public, and Swift had been there to eat, but most people generally wouldn't deliberately go to that restaurant to meet, unless-

Unless the person Yosswift met was originally a mafia.

Swift swallowed his saliva and said to himself inwardly: "Hold on, Elijah, since you became a reporter, haven't you made up your mind to break into even the tiger's den in Longtan?" Come on, the North African battlefield didn't kill you, the artillery fire of the Chinese in the Persian Gulf didn't kill you, you can. ”

After this self-suggestion, Swift strode down the street. Soon he saw the sign of the Wagulia restaurant.

Swift remembers that the head chef of the restaurant was a ruffian-looking man with scars on his eyes, so even if the guests were dissatisfied with the food, they didn't dare to slap the table and shout "call the chef out".

Swift pushed open the door and entered the restaurant, and a group of big men sitting at the table at the door of the restaurant immediately glanced up at Swift, and then said nothing and continued to play with their heads down.

There were already some "customers" in the restaurant, but everyone didn't seem to be good, and they looked at Swift with a gaze that was almost like a dead prey, cold and cruel.

Swift was a little overwhelmed, and finally he decided to find a corner seat and order something to eat first. Swift hadn't eaten properly all day, and all he had in his stomach was the little thing he ate on the plane. Now Swift is tired and hungry, and his mood is too bad to be good.

He decided to give himself something nice.

After ordering, Swift looked around the restaurant again to see who had called him here.

At this moment the door of the hotel was pushed open again, and when it was opened, the soft sound of the bell on the door sounded so loud and harsh to the nervous Swift.

A man in a long trench coat and a gentleman's hat entered the dining room, and Swift secretly screamed that it was not good, because there was only one possibility to wear a long trench coat in this weather, and that was to hide the spear.

At the same time, he noticed that something was wrong with the guy playing cards at the table at the door, and the strong man led by him immediately stood up, but the spear of the man in the trench coat had already been lit up.

The projectiles from the Remington shotgun instantly pushed the strong man's whole person backwards, and at the same time, the people who played cards at the same table with him were also affected by the scattered bullets, and the flesh and blood flew for a while.

The Remington used by the gang fired modified high-charge bullets, which were extremely powerful, but correspondingly, the life of the guns was also compressed to the limit. In addition, the gangsters also like to make the barrel shorter, and as a result, the spread of the shotgun becomes larger, but in the eyes of the mafia, this is not a problem at all.

The first person to enter the door fired a continuous shot from a shotgun, quickly overturning the seven or eight people who were defending the doorway, while the person who entered the door behind him flashed Tom's submachine gun, which also had a shortened barrel, and fired at the others in the restaurant.

Swift saw that the bartender behind the bar had just taken out Remington and was hit seven or eight bullets in a row, and all the bottles behind him were shattered, and the glass and elixir flew together, mixed with the blood sprayed in the air.

Swift finally reacted, and his entire body slid straight down the chair, retracting under the table and hiding. R1148