When the bureau seat heard this, his face hung down, and he slapped his palm on the table, "The pearl of the palm of the fart, now it is the pioneer who dares to die!" ”

"What pioneer?" Richard was stunned for a moment, realized that the situation was not good, and casually asked, "Is there another task?" ”

"Hey, I just like your cleverness!" A smile broke into the bureau's face, but his tone remained stern: "I ask you, what about the minutes of the meeting you received from Martin?" Why don't you turn it in in time? ”

When Richard heard this, he quickly explained: "I'm really sorry, the situation was critical that day, the gunman chased me in the ass, and I hid it under the floor of my house......"

"You kid, you almost missed a big thing, huh! If it weren't for the fact that I had another intelligence channel, we would have been completely passive. ”

Richard was a little aggrieved and wanted to defend himself, but the bureau shook his hand: "You don't have to explain, I understand your distress." Alright, alright, let's get down to business. According to the minutes of the meeting of the 'Metco' company that we have, the conspiracy of 'Metco' has been carried out on a large scale, and their target is not a few, nor a part of the people, but all mankind. The first batch of real people, about 20,000 people, has been transformed by them into 'cyborgs' and 'programmers'. Their black hand has reached out to a wider group of people, we can no longer sit still, we must act, we must curb this momentum, and give them a head-on blow, otherwise, we human beings will become victims in the near future. ”

"Bureau, what do you mean by a head-on attack? How to hit? ”

"To smash is to destroy!"

"Annihilation?" Li sensed that there seemed to be a problem here, and immediately asked: "Could it be that we have seized the evidence of their crime and can't solve it through legal means?" ”

"Are you stupid? When the got to the hook, I remembered that I didn't take off my pants, and you went through the legal route? Don't you know that there are a lot of formalities to go through? Is there a long list of formal procedures and steps to follow? It will not be until the Year of the Monkey that the trial will be held, and by next year, the year after that, you see, there will be tens of thousands of people persecuted by their conspiracy. ”

"Gomenzi, hehe, I learned a new word."

"You don't give me a hippie face, now we're standing on the edge of the cliff, do you understand?!"

"I understand, I understand, my lord, you say, what should you do? Isn't it over if you give an order? ”

The bureau angrily threw a photo on the table and said sharply: "It's this person, let him disappear as soon as possible!" ”

Richard picked up the photo and saw that it was a middle-aged man, with oily hair and a powdery face, revealing an elegant gentleman's style.

"Who is he? Background information? ”

"This guy's name is Said, the vice president of the 'Meike' company, he is responsible for the arrest of criminals, and he is a well-known big man. Through his hands, more than 20,000 real people have been kidnapped, and he can no longer be allowed to do whatever he wants, he must be destroyed first, and the conspiracy arrogance of the 'Meike' company must be dealt a hard blow, and its sharpness will be frustrated, and they will be taught a profound lesson and let them restrain themselves! ”

Richard finally understood the intention of the bureau, stood up and said loudly: "Understand, to fight the snake and hit the seven inches, you must give Meike a heavy punch, frustrate their sharpness, and stop their arrogance!" ”

"It's good, you understand the problem and always get to the point. Remember, though, you only have three days, and when the three days are up, you have to make him disappear from the earth! Do you understand? ”

"Understood!"

Richard turned to leave, "Wait," the bureau stopped him from behind, "I forgot to tell you, you have been promoted to section chief, the order has been issued, the salary has tripled, you kid, you should be satisfied now, right?" The bureau looked at him with a smile.

Richard shook his head and said, "Not satisfied, my ideal is to be ...... Belch...... Deputy Director. ”

The bureau grinned, "Stinky boy, you think it's beautiful, deputy director, it's okay, when you're glorious, let's posthumously recognize it." Don't get out of here! ”

Richard shook his hair, sold a handsome man, and floated away.

Richard drove back to his old mansion and sat on the living room couch, lost in thought.

The information provided by the bureau was pitiful, only a photograph and a name, and the rest was all up to reconnaissance on their own.

This is his fate. He couldn't help but sigh frequently. After each mission, he came back with half a life, and most of the time there was neither promotion nor reward, but this time it was okay, and the bureau was kind and gave him a promotion, which made him feel a little warmth and comfort.

But before he could catch his breath, new tasks followed. It's another head-on battle with death, another space walk on the edge of hell.

Oh my God, is there an end?

He went into the bathroom in a trance, washed his hands and face, dried them, and looked at the mirror above the washstand, where the face looked back at him helplessly.

He looked at the square face in the mirror, with two jet-black sword eyebrows, a pair of deep and bright eyes, and angular lips, which deepened the calm, composure and deterrent temperament that he exuded. In those alert eyes, there seemed to be a hint of loneliness and loneliness.

Richard sadly admits that his handsomeness was dying, and that his lean, pale face had been so rich and dignified in the past, and that it had such a mature attraction to the opposite sex. Now it looks like he's starting to get middle-aged nervousness and exhaustion, but he's only 30 years old. Aging before aging? This does not bode well. In the past two years, he has experienced too much, and his career as a detective is nothing more than fighting for gunfights, driving to hunt for murderers, heroes saving beauty, and tracking the tiger's den. Five years ago, he was selected by the bureau to enter the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and fought with gangsters and social scumbags in a desperate underground struggle. In the process, he has gained too much insight and understanding of human nature, seen all kinds of ugly faces of the world and clowns, and encountered too many tricks and deceptions, too many conspiracies and deceptions.

He was in the office on the third floor, giving orders to his detectives to investigate and attack, and many detectives went out and never came back, and he knew that sooner or later he would not be able to return. All this has made the section chief increasingly emaciated, and he looks far more than 30 years old. There were already two knife-like wrinkles on the wings of the nose, extending to the corners of the mouth. There are always two purple marks under the eyes, and the elegant gray-black sideburns are beginning to turn a little white, and they are about to turn silver.

The following week, he set out to act, visiting almost every corner of the city of Poseidonia, but could not find any trace or whereabouts of Said. The relationships that can be used have been used, and even many bags that specialize in reselling gossip have been asked, and no one knows such a person.

The bureau gave him a three-day deadline, but he had already overstayed it for four days, and he still hadn't found anything, and he was very anxious and uneasy.

Three days ago, he disguised himself as a sweeper and infiltrated the "Meike" group building, going in and out of various floors, pretending to be and getting into the elevator, but he did not see the ghost of Said.

Two days ago, he suddenly remembered Indra's girlfriend Erin and went to the apartment that the woman rented. His arrival made Erin overjoyed, full of emotion, hugged him and cried vigorously, and said that he was willing to follow him. He couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to persuade him.

Eventually, Irene agrees to do him a favor and look up Saeed's traces online. If you want to find him on the Internet, you must first invade the website of the "Meike" company, but the website of such a high-tech company is not so easy to enter. But once you enter, the harvest is considerable, you can find out the correspondence, messages, text messages, emails of the internal personnel of Meike Company, and finally find the trace of Said.

In the end, he couldn't wait any longer, so he threw a sum of money for Erin and came back first. Let her call him as soon as she enters the website of "Meiko".

When he came back, he suddenly remembered why he didn't use the Magic Mirror lighter to take a look, maybe he could see this guy Said?

He lit a fire, but nothing appeared above the flames. Only then did I know that this guy is definitely not an ordinary person, and he has already done enough shielding and various technological protection for himself.

After two more days of thinking, and after careful consideration today, he has already drawn a plan of action in his abdomen. At noon, he sat next to his dining bed, dozens of bullets scattered on the table.

The bullets were made of brass, and they were of different sizes, thick and thin, and they all emitted a bright and faint glow. Richard liked this light: profound, calm, hearty, exuding an air of mystery. This fits well with his personality and some mysterious mission deep within him.

He pulled them into a pile, grabbed one and spilled another, and the bullets fell, crackling and clanging, making a pleasant sound.

Richard lined up the bullets and stood them on the table one by one, as if they were a line of soldiers about to go on battle. There is also a bullet with two grooves in the warhead, which work magically. He lay childlike on the table and stared at the fluted bullets, so pleased with his masterpiece that it took a long time to take out a pistol from the drawer of the sideboard and stuff the bullets into the magazine one by one.

Today's gun feels a little stiff and piercing, and it has a weird and strange feeling.

It's a ***. This gun has some origins. It was a parting gift from his shooting instructor at the military school. This Magnum pistol, caliber point 44, with a barrel of only seven centimeters long, is easy to carry and use, and the warhead is special. Richard himself invented a method of filing the warhead into two criss-crossing grooves with a file, so that the warhead was divided into four pieces. Although the bullet was a single unit in the cartridge case, it exploded into four shrapnel pieces after it came out of the barrel instead of one. He found the gun to be surprisingly effective in close-quarters shootouts. Especially as a detective, he often has to do hand-to-hand combat with gangsters, and when he fires a shot, it is four bullets, which gives him a lot of advantage. The closer you are to the enemy, the better the effect. If two shots are fired (and there is usually no chance of two shots), eight bullets will fan towards the enemy, and his odds of victory will be greatly improved. However, someone in the Criminal Investigation Bureau found that his bullet probably violated some kind of convention and joked with him that he was using a dummy bullet. Fart, Dam Bomb! He just smiled, should it be used or should be used.

He took out a few bullets from the pile of bullets for this gun and stuffed six magazines. Like a gunner, he first blew on the loose mouth "poof", and then shook his hand, and the magazine returned to its place. It's a very chic move.

He took out another *** pistol, the length of this gun was only the length of the palm of his hand, he put the gun in the palm of his hand, and looked at the small, exquisitely made, shiny pistol over and over again as if admiring a work of art.

The shuttle could only be stuffed with three bullets, and every time he stuffed a bullet, a man came to mind, and that man was nicknamed "Bad Gambler", a backbone of the Patriotic Association.

The Patriotic Association is a civil society and a fringe organization of the military, whose members are mostly foreign immigrants, and a small number are local ruffians. This organization is rampant and domineering in Poland, bullying and dominating the market, and is very arrogant. They are indispensable for drunken fights, drug abuse, drug trafficking, and gay parties.

Richard picked up the revolver, turned the muffler on the muzzle, and raised the gun to take aim at his own officer on the wall. The man in the photo is in a straight military uniform and full of spirit, with a pistol on his shoulder, staring unknowingly at the muzzle of the gun two meters away.

Richard pulled the bolt of his gun, loaded the bullet, pinned the gun to his waistband, and pushed the door open.

Richard soon found himself in the North Market.

In most densely populated cities, there is such a place for people living at the bottom to recreation, entertainment and livelihood. The three religions and nine streams live by making money here; People who have nothing to live rely on here to beg for food; The coolies who had worked all day came here to relieve their worries; The ruffians and hooligans have formed a fish-water relationship with this place; The police, spies, and gendarmerie have to squeeze oil and water here, make extra money, make a fortune, and have fun. In short, there are all kinds of characters and all kinds of things.