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John Smith's memory, which had been systematically instilled into Hua Twelve, had not yet been digested, and he ran towards the building with his cello in his hand, searching for memories of the assassination in his mind.

The man who was killed was named Stroth, the boss of the New York Gangster Dagger Society, a brutal and tyrannical person, a smuggler D, who controlled the underground gambling and leather and meat business on three streets of New York, and did almost everything evil.

John Smith took over the task of killing him from the killer's agent for 50,000 US dollars.

"Fark!"

Hua Twelve followed the customs of the locals, and after accepting this memory, it was a standard English national scolding.

It's no wonder that Hua Twelve is angry, in his mind, John Smith has smoked his head or hasn't seen the money, and he knows how much it costs to kill the other party by looking at so many bodyguards around him.

And John Smith went to kill a New York mob boss for 50,000 US dollars, shouldn't this kind of business start at least tens of millions of dollars in the movie!

Without complaining, Hua XII began to search his memory for the retreat route that Smith had reserved for the assassination.

This is a fifty-story building, and he has to take the No. 3 elevator on the far right, which he has moved in advance and is not monitored, among the three elevators in the building.

Then descend to the twentieth floor, and in the utility room at the end of the hallway there is a rappelling rope that can be lowered to the fifteenth floor.

When you let go of the last five floors, your body will free fall into a sponge-filled dumpster below, and when you get out, you will run to the unmonitored public parking lot next door, where there is a stolen pickup car.

This is the entire retreat route that John Smith designed for himself.

Why don't you take the elevator and go straight down to the bottom, it's because the office buildings and shopping malls below the twentieth floor are full of cameras, and only the surveillance in the corridor on the twentieth floor was manipulated by Smith in advance, so it is the only safe escape route.

Hua Twelve almost couldn't help but scold again, he just crossed in, this is a fast descent and jumping off the building, why don't you just design a route to jump directly from the fifty floors, ah ......, pop, why don't you just run away from hell, no one can catch up with that.

He cursed John Smith in his heart, deserving to be chased and killed by his wife, but he didn't dare to slack off, rushed into the stairwell, and found the No. 3 elevator with the sign 'No Use During Maintenance'.

In order to facilitate the escape, Mr. Smith had previously hung this 'No Use During Maintenance' sign in front of the third elevator on each floor.

Hua XII entered the No. 3 elevator, pulled out the key that locked the elevator, and pressed the button on the 20th floor.

The elevator door closed and began to descend, 49, 48, 47......40, ding, the elevator unexpectedly stopped on the 40th floor, the elevator door opened, Hua Twelve pulled out a Glock G17 pistol with a silencer at the first time, and the equipment on his body now is Mr. John Smith's.

Outside the door, a white young man wearing a nose ring and a tattooed exploding head opened the door and looked at Hua Twelve with big eyes, and then the former said in English in a bit of confusion:

"I must have sucked it up, and I had the illusion that the killer was chasing me, I'm not afraid, it's all fake, it's an illusion....."

Hua Twelve sighed, directly pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun made a subtle 'chirp' sound of breaking the air, and the white young man's forehead already had an extra blood hole, and he fell straight down.

"Remember not to smoke D in the next life, and don't open the elevator door with a maintenance sign casually."

The memory of the source suicide did not allow him to leave a living mouth to see his own face in the action, especially blocking himself in the elevator, this kind of scum of the American imperialist society, so Hua Twelve did not hesitate to send him to heaven.

Of course, he is kind-hearted, and I hope there is no D grade in heaven, but looking at the kid's beating, it is estimated that there is a ninety percent chance that he may go to hell, so it has nothing to do with Hua Twelve.

Hua Twelve pressed the door button with the muzzle of the gun, and the elevator continued to go down, and he began to have some bad feelings in his heart.

Memories from Mr. Smith told him that the moment he had been stunned upstairs had been discovered, for it had been at least two minutes later than had been planned.

And he saw through the scope a bunch of bodyguards rushing towards his building.

In addition, I took the elevator downstairs and met the foreign pen just now, and the delay was a little too much, and I am afraid that something will go wrong.

Bang dang!

Seeing that it was about to reach the twentieth floor, the elevator suddenly stopped on the twenty-third floor, and when it reached the middle of the twenty-second floor, the lights in the elevator also went out.

Hua Twelve's expression moved, and sure enough, something went wrong, and the killer memory told him that it should be those bodyguards who had entered the building, and it was determined that only the third elevator was not monitored in the monitoring room, so he cut off the power supply of the elevator and let the elevator emergency brake stuck here.

Within five minutes of this situation, many bodyguards would come and inspect him with weapons and beat him into a sieve.

Hua Twelve opened the elevator door, and there was a wall outside, and at this time, it couldn't go up to the sky or down to the ground.

It is said that the average killer will climb out of the ventilation window of the elevator, climb to the top of the elevator, and then climb the steel cable or wall to find the nearest elevator door to escape.

But Hua XII's target floor was below, so it was a bit of a delay to do that, and he preferred the road a little closer.

He took out two grenades first, quickly made two simple but sure to trigger traps, and used tape to install one grenade and pull ring on the elevator ventilation window, and the other chose to stick to the ends of the elevator door.

These two grenades are Mr. Smith's special grenades, the fuse time can be adjusted, Hua XII adjusts the fuse time to one second, as long as someone opens the elevator door or ventilation window, this small mechanism will be triggered, and then the bright fireworks will open the door to heaven again.

After setting up the small mechanism, Hua Twelve quickly took out the Yitian Sword from the storage space, and the sharpest sword of Jin Wu, cutting iron like cutting tofu, easily cut a hole in the elevator floor.

Hua Twelve put the cello box containing the firearm on his back, put away the Heavenly Sword, and then jumped down directly.

When the body was about to fall out completely, his left hand firmly grasped the edge of the cut elevator floor like he did with his bare hands, and did not make a single movement.

The body hung in the air, with a sweep of the eyes to see the environment under the elevator clearly, the body slammed, the body flew out horizontally, both hands grabbed forward at the same time, hugging the elevator shaft side next to the wall steel on the channel steel.

Sliding down the channel, I easily reached the twentieth floor, and smoothly moved to the vicinity of the elevator door.

At this time, Hua Twelve had already heard shouts from multiple floors, and the elevator that was originally stuck on the twenty-second and a half floors moved again.

Hua Twelve knew that something would happen if it was too late, so he hurriedly opened the elevator door on the twentieth floor, and at this time, the elevator only descended half a floor and stopped at the position of the twenty-second floor, and the next moment there was a 'ding' sound, and the elevator door opened.

At the same time as Hua Twelve dodged out of the elevator shaft, boom, a huge fireball struck from above the elevator shaft, and he narrowly avoided it.

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