Scarface calls himself an old gun, I don't know how old it is, it will transform, he claims to be a middle-aged man in his 40s, but the woman doesn't believe it, he even wonders if this vicissitudes of life with a scar is his true face.

Suspicion is suspicion, and it does not affect the cooperation between the two.

And what she likes most is the feeling of hovering on the brink of danger.

The two didn't say anything all the way, one seemed to be concentrating on driving, and the other was smoking a cigarette carelessly, but in fact, both of them were looking at each other vaguely.

The woman wore a red dress, elaborate makeup, lipstick, headgear, earrings and even the color of her nails changed to bright red.

Coupled with the woman's endearing and weak temperament, it seems that the old gun who is constantly reminding him that the woman in front of him is just a weak woman.

Haruko, this is the name by which a woman introduces herself.

She originally wanted to say her full name, but the old gun reminded her, so she casually changed her title.

Old Gun doesn't think the name suits her, she should be called Lilith, the legendary vampire tomb.

Because the old gun always smells a bloody smell on her.

If it weren't for his teammates, he would have dodged as soon as possible, or simply found an opportunity to kill her.

It's a pity that this is the nature of his team.

Not to mention that you are not allowed to hurt your teammates, even if Haruko is killed, the next person who appears will also be a dangerous person.

The car arrived at the destination without danger all the way, which was the villa where Jackie Chan was held during the day.

The two drove the car directly into the garage, put the unconscious Du Fulin in a wheelchair, and pushed directly into the basement.

It was late at night, the streets were empty, and the surroundings were quiet.

The villa is lit by soft orange lights, the curtains are half-closed, and on the sofa with its back to the window, there is a faint figure watching TV.

If you get closer, you can hear a faint sound coming out.

In the basement, Haruko played with the watch controller and looked at Du Fulin's suit with the old gun.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and I completed the task in one shot!"

The old gun said indifferently: "Don't be too happy, the task requirement is a tuxedo."

In the plot, there are two sets of tuxedos before and after. ”

Haruko smiled: "I know, since Du Fulin has already arrived, with your observation in the past few days, it shouldn't be a problem to replace it for the time being."

All you have to do is pretend to have escaped from the attack, change into a tuxedo and swagger out of the main entrance. ”

"It's easy to say! The Angel Squad hasn't shown up yet, so there's no guarantee that something bad won't happen! ”

"Speaking of which," Haruko raised her head slightly, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Why do you give each other such a strange name, like your mind has been stuck in the 80s!"

The old gun said lightly: "There's nothing strange about it, people like us should have gone to hell." In this case, the opposite side is naturally called an angel! ”

"There are many kinds of enemies of angels, but who are we the devils? Or is it a demon? Well? Hehehe......" Haruko chuckled and stretched out her white and tender little hand to cover her small mouth.

As he spoke, the old gun had already been disposed of by Mr. Du Fulin.

After the clothes were completely stripped naked, the hair, ears, and teeth were examined, and nothing abnormal was found, the old gun splashed the other party with a basin of cold water to wake up.

Not......

Suddenly waking up from a coma, it only took a few seconds for Du Fulin to roughly understand his current situation.

When the car was blown over by a bomb, the memory of being suddenly attacked by Jackie Chan appeared in my mind.

He half-squinted his eyes and took a quick look at the environment, not getting any useful information.

Haruko looked at the embarrassed senior agent in front of her, a flash of excitement flashed in her eyes, but her voice pretended to be soft: "Brother, he's awake!" ”

There was three points of panic in her voice, and seven points of timidity, like a passerby girl who was accidentally involved in a kidnapping case.

The old gun glanced at Haruko, ignored her, stepped forward, and reached out to break Du Fulin's chin.

Briefly plucked his eyes, glanced at his pupils, then let go of his hand, took a step back, and lit a cigarette for himself.

A faint smoke rose, and the old gun's voice was hoarse: "Clark Dufulin, famous." ”

"Who are you?"

His voice did not change much, there was no dry cough and tearing pain, and Du Fulin judged that he had been in a coma for a short time.

There's a good chance it's still in New York!

Then, it is very likely that the other party does not know his true identity, and is just coming for the rich man on his face.

He decided to test it: "Okay, no matter who you are, please don't hurt me, tell me how much it costs, and I promise to send it to you in a lot of money!" ”

When speaking, Du Fulin deliberately raised his head, showing superb acting skills that forced composure but could not hide panic.

Haruko was so surprised that she almost applauded.

The old gun was unmoved: "We don't need to go around in circles, you don't have to leave anything to chance, we know that you are a CIA agent, and your level is very high!" ”

Du Fulin's body was stunned, and his momentum changed suddenly.

From a rich man who pretended to be calm just now, he instantly changed into a spy with a cold temperament who has experienced a hundred battles.

"Who the hell are you? Kleb? The Israeli Bureau of Investigation? Or a freelance mercenary? ”

"You don't seem to have figured out who's in the driver's seat!"

The old gun picked up the hammer next to him and smashed it directly on Du Fulin's thigh.

Hearing a click, the leg bone was broken instantly, and Du Fulin just let out a miserable scream, and the old gun's eye quickly stuffed a rag into it.

The voice was directly blocked in the throat and became silent!

This is obviously not light, and the pain makes the corners of Du Fulin's eyes burst into tears.

Hearing the screams, Haruko seemed even more excited.

The old gun casually threw the hammer on the tool table, making a bell.

He squatted beside Du Fulin, indifferently watching as he spat out a puff of smoke rings.

"Don't chime in, okay? We were in a hurry! The rules are simple, for a veteran agent like you, being interrogated should be commonplace.

So we don't expect to rip out a lot of your private information in a short period of time, all we need is an inconsequential tuxedo.

Tell me how to get it! When I get it, I'll let you go, and I'll do what I say! ”

Du Fulin gasped, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

Although the pain pierced his mind like a pinprick, he still didn't dare to let himself fall unconscious, and he heard the old gun's words, but he didn't mean to reply.

One of the C.I.A. training courses is dedicated to how to deal with interrogation.

If you are caught interrogating, then never get into the rhythm of the other party.

The best thing to do is to not say a word, or keep looking left and right, distracting the other party as much as possible, looking for opportunities to fight back.

But obviously, in the current state, it is a little difficult to fight back.

Du Fulin could only remain silent, trying to delay time and wait for rescue, looking for opportunities.