The video is very simple, it is monitored at the entrance and exit of the Guò road, and the direction of the target's escape is analyzed, which is just over a hundred kilometers away from them.

"Well, I found it."

Putting down the phone, Shen Lang showed a slight smile on his face.

……

……

A few hours of driving had passed, and Britney was in the passenger seat, already asleep. Bernie, who was at the wheel, frowned and looked down at the map from time to time.

Four years ago, he had been here, but four years later, the roads had changed in some places, and he had to pause to look up the map to prevent himself from going down the wrong path if he wasn't careful.

"Click......"

The tires rolled over, crushing a tree branch and driving into the path next to the road, into the dense woods beside it. There was a small town not far ahead, but Bernie didn't plan to go in, his friend liked to be quiet, and had been living in the woods five or six kilometers from the town, where he had a holiday cottage made of logs, and he lived very comfortably.

Sure enough, not long after the car entered the trail, a villa built on the edge of the lake caught Bernie's eye in the distance of the dense forest illuminated by the high beams.

"Toot ......"

Bernie unceremoniously honked his horn, which not only frightened the animals around the woods, but also woke Britney from her sleep.

"What's wrong?"

Britney looked around, nervous.

"It's okay, we're here."

As soon as he finished saying this, he saw the door of the villa in the distance open, and a strong man in blue suspenders walked out, holding a huge shotgun in his hand and shouting: "FU, CK, which guy who wants to die came here?" ”

"Cass, put down your gun. It's me. ”

Bernie got out of the car, raised his hands and said, "Is that how you welcome your friend?" ”

"Bernie? It's you damn thing...... How do you have time to come to me? ”

The strong man Cass took a cigar in his mouth and looked up at the dark moon in the sky: "Or at night?" ”

"Well, I thought we hadn't seen each other in four years, and you'd bring out a beer to welcome me."

Walked over and slammed a fist into Cass's chest. Bernie said helplessly, "It's good that you haven't pointed at my head with your little Noni yet." ”

"No, I was going to blow your head off in the next second."

Cass waved the Remington 700 in his hand, "If it weren't for your voice still being the same as before, I might have been cleaning up the body for you by this time." ”

Bernie smiled bitterly, he knew that his friend was right, the bottom of the lake behind this villa had been sunk by at least five corpses, and it had not yet been discovered by outsiders.

"Well, who is that woman?"

Bernie looked back. It turned out to be Britney who also got out of the car, "My ex-wife." ”

"Your wife?"

Cass muttered, and Bernie could hear it clearly, and one of the sentences was "Why are your breasts so small?" ”

"Alright, Cass, I'm in trouble."

Bernie said a stern word, asked Cass to put away the Remington 700 in his hand, opened the door and said, "Something that can make you feel troublesome." Then I'd love to hear what the hell is going on. ”

The two followed Kas into the log house, and the interior of the house was exposed to their eyes.

Different from the usual villas. The interior of this villa in the mountains and forests is more concise, with no excessive luxury decorations and no precious furniture, just a simple burning fireplace and a dilapidated sofa. Plus a few photos hanging on the wall.

"Sit down, what do you want to drink?"

Placing the shotgun on the table, Cass snuffed out his cigar and asked back.

"Two cups of coffee will do."

"Sorry, I don't have coffee here."

"Milk?"

"Nope."

"Lemonade?"

"Not either."

"And what do you have here?"

"Hot water that's already cold."

Bernie lay on the couch. He rubbed his temples and sighed, "Forget it, I'm not thirsty, please sit down and listen to me first." ”

"Of course, of course, but are you sure you don't want a superb canary?"

Cass took two brown cigars out of the box, tossed one to Bernie, and lit another one himself.

"Cass, I'm in trouble."

Bernie pinched the cigar, but did not light it, and said solemnly, "It seems that I really need your help this time." ”

"Wait."

Cass held out his hand to stop Bernie from continuing, "Let me guess, oh, I see, you couldn't stand that fat pig boss of yours, so you slaughtered him?" That's a real problem, and I don't want to go against the FBI. ”

“…… Pretty much. ”

Bernie sighed.

Unexpectedly, his expression made Cass grow his mouth in surprise, so that the cigar fell out of his mouth without realizing it, "Bernie, oh my God, you didn't really kill your boss?" I was kidding. ”

"The severity of things is almost the same."

Bernie was distressed, but he patiently told Cass what had happened.

Ten minutes later, Cass, who knew what had happened, looked at Britney, who was drowsy, in amazement, and muttered, "This woman must have been sent by God to torture and test you." ”

"Anyway, that's my trouble, Cass, I need your help."

"My friend, it's not that I don't help you." Cass scratched his head in annoyance, "But what can I do to help you?" ”

"I'm going back to Los Angeles to re-investigate the Frost consortium, and I'm not going to be able to appear directly in Los Angeles, and the branch, well, the FBI must be searching me."

"You're going back to Los Angeles?"

Cass almost jumped up from his chair: "You don't want to live anymore? ”

"And what's your opinion?" Bernie asked rhetorically, avoiding answering.

"Dude, in my opinion, you better get out of the United States quickly, I have a few friends who are doing this kind of thing, and they will send you to Mexico, where you are. You can go wherever you want. ”

"No, no."

Bernie suddenly turned his head to look at the sleeping Britney, and said in a slow voice: "I must go back to Los Angeles, but Britney, I want to ask you to send her out." ”

"Do you really think so?"

Seems to know the character of his friend. Cass didn't try to persuade me further, "You bastard, you can't bear to drag me into the water, I saved you once." ”

"But I let you go twice."

Bernie retorted.

"......" Cass was choked for a moment, and finally said helplessly: "After paying off your debt this time, I don't want to see you again." ”

"Do you have any other guys here?"

Bernie asked, standing up.

"Of course."

Cass picked up the shotgun on the table and led Bernie to the other side of the room, pulling the planks off the floor to reveal the dark basement.

Cass unscrewed the flashlight and walked ahead. Bernie followed, and in a short time the lights in the basement came on.

The basement is about the same size as the basement of an ordinary American's house, but instead of piles of miscellaneous goods and furniture, the items stored inside are not piles of miscellaneous goods and furniture, but rows of firearms museums that hang on the walls and can almost be taken out for display.

AK47, M16, G36, AUG, FNC and many other famous assault rifles, you name it. Not to mention pistols and sniper rifles, and even sights for sniper rifles. Kas has a unique collection of these deposits.

"Haha, what do you want? I guess, well, do you want this SMAW-D83? ”

Cass said as he pulled out a bazooka from under the table.

"I still have the M72A3 ...... here"

Bernie picked up an M1911 from the display stand, popped out the magazine and looked at it. A full of yellow bullets filled the magazine, emitting a cold and terrifying light.

"Cass, you've piled up so many arms here, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night?"

"Why can't you sleep?"

Putting the bazooka down, Cass wondered.

"You've got a little Mars here...... I'm afraid you're going to be blown up to Mars. ”

"Haha. I'm in charge here, and there won't be any surprises. ”

Cass didn't pay attention to Bernie's words, his munitions here are increasing every year, and there are no real accidents, and he has always been very safe.

"Alright, Bernie, pick your weapons, we'll leave tomorrow, well, send your woman to the head of the snake first, and then we'll go to Los Angeles."

After discussing the plan for tomorrow, Bernie chose two M1911s, and the rest of the assault rifles, sniper rifles, he naturally had to give up, and he went to Los Angeles, not to Syria.

Back in the living room from the basement after choosing his weapon, Cass got Bernie something to eat and wiped his shotgun with great interest.

Bernie knew that Cass loved weapons more than he loved himself at some point, and he was not surprised to do so, so he draped Britney in a blanket and unceremoniously lay down on Cass's big bed, closed his eyes and rested.

It didn't take long for Cass to gently tap Bernie on the shoulder, waking him up from his sleep.

"Tap, a group of strange friends came outside."

Taking the gun handed over by Cass, Bernie's eyes returned to tranquility, checked the condition of the gun, and pulled it down with a "click", and successfully loaded it with a crisp sound.

"How many?"

Bernie lowered his body and went to the living room with Cass.

"Two cars, estimated to have at least eight people."

Keeping their heads down and approaching the edge of the window, and then cautiously looking out of the window, the two immediately saw that dozens of meters away from the window, sure enough, two SUVs stopped in the grass, and one after another heavily armed people got out of the car.

"Not the police, not the FBI's ......"

Bernie muttered softly.

"Well, luckily it's not the National Guard."

Cass licked his tongue and grabbed the AWP, wondering if he would shoot him right away.

Unfortunately, Cass's thoughts lasted less than a second before Bernie slammed his hand against his head and drooped down.

"Smack."

The window glass shattered, and the flying debris landed on the heads of the two of them. (To be continued......)