To be honest, Aaron is very envious of these secret organizations, they are not only rich, but also have great taste, for example, their secret factory is in the picturesque suburb of Casablanca, very close to the sea, sun, sand, beautiful women, the secret base that looks like a pharmaceutical factory in the high ground can be seen.

"It's very well defended!" In the café next to the beach, Aaron was wearing a three-piece beach suit, sitting at the table and operating his newly upgraded subsonic quadcopter drone, which was larger than the original agent support drone. Because it is loaded with a 12.7 caliber electromagnetic orbital sniper step, or the kind with a silencer, with 360 rounds of ammunition, the most important thing is that this drone also has a stealth module, after turning on the optical stealth mode, it can last for half an hour, and with a high-definition camera, it is definitely a good tool for the beauty opposite tōu kuī to take a bath!

"Do you do that often?" Holmes said suddenly, looking at the footage captured by the camera.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not tōu kuī crazy, focus on your goal!"

"There's nothing to see outside, we have to go inside!" Holmes tapped on the table, his brain spinning, hoping to come up with a way to get into the factory, which had six janitors alone.

"I wonder if we should think again!" Watson raised a glass of mango and pineapple ice drink, took a big sip of satisfaction, and then said: "What kind of Forson Pharmaceutical Factory is this, we only know that they have the shares of the local big boss, in case it is mistaken, it is an international case!" ”

"No, I can't make a mistake, and if it does, it's because I want us to make mistakes!" Holmes looked at Aaron on the side.

"What's wrong?"

"You can hit the wheel of a moving truck two kilometers away?"

"Well, no problem!" Aaron nodded.

"That's fine, this pharmaceutical factory has trucks transporting raw materials every day, so it's normal for a car to suddenly burst a tire on the road?"

"And how do you get in?"

"Swaggering in, of course!" Holmes said earnestly.

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When Aaron set up a sniper step on an open hillside, he still didn't agree with the hasty plan, but Simsa and Watson both supported each other, and Aaron could only nod his head in agreement.

"I see the car, it's still a kilometer away from you!"

"Understood, it's up to you, Sniper, don't let us down!"

"It's better to worry about this, than to worry about whether I will accidentally blow off the driver's head!"

Wind direction, humidity, speed, and distance, although these are all calculated by computers, Aaron still prefers to trust his own feel.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, bullet time on, open qiāng! 1,900 meters away, the front wheels of the truck burst in response, and the driver, who felt that the truck was out of control, hurriedly applied the brakes, and the truck slid forward less than ten meters before stopping.

"Damn, it's a flat tire again, if I catch that bastard and throw garbage on the road, I won't spare him!" Looking at the deflated tires, the driver scolded, you must know that time is money, the salary offered to them by the Folsom company is not low, and if you count the commission, you can count it as the middle class in Morocco, but today's process is so delayed, don't think about it.

"Call the dispatch center, I'm car No. 245, my car has a flat tire, and it may be ten minutes late!"

"The dispatch center understands, is there a need for a tow truck?"

"It's okay, I can change it myself!" The driver kicked the scrapped tires and hung up the radio.

And Sherlock Holmes and the others followed the driver's humming and changing the tires, and touched the bottom of the truck, but the driver didn't notice it.

"I'm moving to the second sniper position, and if you guys are caught in the factory, I'll be there to support you!"

"Okay!"

After retrieving the bullet casings and sweeping away all traces he had left behind, Aaron retrieved his weapon from his watch, mounted his rented quad bike, and drove up the hill outside the factory.

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In the underground laboratory of the Folsom factory, an old acquaintance of Watson, the former British Army No. 1 sniper, Sebastian Moran, who once fought with Watson in Afghanistan, but because Colonel Moran was kicked out of the army for serious disciplinary problems, since then, Moran has lived a poor life, because in the army for decades, he can only kill people, nothing else, but fortunately, someone gave him a second life, so that he found a place to use his talents.

"Welcome, Mr. Moran!" In the laboratory, a group of white coats surrounded Moran, who was wearing a suit and holding a cane.

"Hello, Doctor, I'll see how you're doing!" Moran put away his cane, clipped it to his waist, and shook hands with an old man with a white beard.

"Of course, we've been preparing for a long time, please!" The white-bearded old man looked excited, and said as he walked: "After we learned the lessons of the first batch of experiments, we have already made improvements to the second batch, and there are a total of twenty-four people in this batch, half male and half female, all of whom have been selected very good materials!" ”

The crowd walked down the long passage to a large hall, and in the center of the hall stood four rows of neat, expressionless men and women.

"Here we are, this is it!" The white-bearded old man was very excited to invite credit.

"Looks good, can you give me a demo?" Moran nodded, it seemed that these test subjects of theirs were all stained with blood on their hands, which he liked very much, and no one would want to let a group of novices do the work.

"One, here you go!"

A short-haired woman standing at the head of the row with a height of about 1.7 meters walked out of the queue, first picked up a handful of bǐ shǒu from the table next to her, and cut it on her arm, the bright red blood almost spurted out along the wound, but No. 1 was expressionless and didn't say a word, she picked up the black water in the container next to her and took a sip, and then everyone saw that her wound was restored in a few seconds.

"This is much faster than those knights of the Order, and it will take them longer to recover from the same injuries!" The white-bearded old man continued.

"Another one!"

No. 1 picked up another handful of Glock hand qiāng and opened a qiāng on his stomach, causing a penetrating wound, but the wound healed quickly.

"Yes, what about the rest, what about their strength, their speed?" Moran clapped a few times and asked.

"Of course, I'll show you all of this!"