Yorks said as he glanced at the scene behind Officer Baker.

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing this, Officer Baker looked up at the crowd opposite, where a group of young men were watching, and he shrugged.

"There was a Vance gang member dead inside, a shot in the right hand, a shot in the chest, and a shot in the forehead, such accurate marksmanship, this murderer came prepared, I'm afraid he was targeting the Vance gang."

Hearing this, Yorks was already relieved, although he didn't know what was going on with this right hand, but a shot in the chest and a shot in the forehead was exactly what Old Brown told him about Mozambique shooting.

The key is to hit the enemy's torso with two quick shots, temporarily halting their movements, and then a headshot, which can quickly dominate the enemy and control the danger, in the language of the game, to hit the enemy's hard stun, and then deliver a deadly critical hit.

"It seems that Old Brown should have caught the order, and the identity of the old man is still confusing."

As he thought of this, Officer Baker's next words rang out.

"Although the Vance gang is small, the people behind its boss are the Grizzlies in New York, and the members in it are as united as the Grizzly Bears.

They have killed a member today, and they will definitely go all out to track down the murderer, do you think the two will be messy? ”

Grizzly Bears? Hearing the gang again, York's eyes darkened.

Officer Baker continued, oblivious to the change in York's eyes, as he spoke.

"So it's going to be a lot of chaos here in the near future, and although there's a good chance they're not going to do anything to the priest, you'd better be careful, Father,

Sucking bad brains won't care who you are......"

Officer Baker said, tapping his finger on his temple, the mockery was strong and real.

Yorkes smiled and nodded.

"I will, Officer Baker, and thank you for the advice."

Officer Baker said with a serious face, "No thanks, Father, I don't want to see my wife without a place to pray, this is the only day I can relax and rest......"

The corners of York's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to say something, someone behind Officer Baker called out to him.

"Baker!! Baker!! ”

York simply stopped what he was about to say.

"My boss is calling me, Father, I'll go first." Officer Baker glanced back, and walked away, but the moment he left, he did not forget to send his advice again.

"Father, remember not to pass by here in the near future."

"I will."

“……”

Looking at Officer Baker, who had already walked inside, York's expression remained unchanged, and he glanced at the crowd on the right side of the car, and like Officer Baker, he also saw the group of guys.

The only difference was that he saw a few people he had met with Brown Sr. that day.

"It's actually someone from the Grizzly Bears......"

Yorkes shook his head, shifted the gas pedal and drove towards Brown Sr.'s home, more relaxed than before.

Brown Sr. was still a soldier after all, a retired veteran.

With this in mind, Yorkes soon drove downstairs to Old Brown's house.

The security here is generally much better than the place just now.

Surprisingly, there were no lights on inside Old Brown's house.

Despite this, Yorks chose to get out of the car and walk to the door and ring the doorbell next to him.

The sound of a jingle bell rang, but there was no response from inside.

"Where has this old Brown gone! You're not going to run away again, are you? ”

After pressing it again and still there was no response, Yorks had no choice but to return to the car, took out a pen and paper and left a message and stuffed it in the envelope, and then forced it into the crack of the door underneath.

He can only do this step, there is no information now, and if he wants to find old Brown, he is blind.

Yorkes glanced at the house, returned to the car, and drove away slowly.

It's about the Grizzlies and Old Brown, and he decided to check this so-called Vance gang from today as well, and be prepared.

Airplanes!

The black Ford Raptor grew farther and farther away from the lights that dispelled the darkness.

Unbeknownst to York, however, Old Brown had crept into a small alley across the street from a bar, his hands in his pockets, and his gaze fixed on the door of the bar.

In the eyes of the old man, there were not many people outside the bar at this time.

It wasn't until some time later that he picked up his old clock and looked at it, and the time had come to 23:13.

"Hoo ......"

The old man moved his body a little and stopped when his breathing began to become rapid.

At this moment, a young man with a thinner figure than Willy before came out of the door of the bar, and staggered to the right.

"The target has appeared, named Beard, the man in charge of the DU goods trade." Old Brown rolled up his shoulders and followed as he recalled.

Those scum were shouting and shouting on the sewer side, in fact, a lot of information had already been exposed.

The name includes status.

Ten meters away in front of him, the man named Beard had the highest status, because the attitude of the scum towards him was obviously a little bit up and down.

The important thing is that this guy is in charge of every transaction.

With the inconspicuous identity of the old man, he has been following this guy for a long time, and now he finally caught the order, but his purpose is not to kill people, but to eliminate this guy at the same time, but also to eradicate the financial route of these scum.

According to common sense, a small gang that sells du must have a place to stock up or ship.

Thinking of this, Old Brown looked at Beard, who was swaying in front of him, not looking at Beard behind him, and his expression became resolute, he was ready to die this time.

In this way, a young man was staggering in front, and an old man was slowly following behind.

The two of them bypassed the busier streets, and finally came to a more remote area where no one was everywhere and there was garbage everywhere.

Old Brown hung his target from afar, glancing at the surroundings, and from previous experience, he knew that his destination was almost there.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the target in front of him suddenly turned into a lane.

Old Brown grabbed the handle of the pistol hidden in his pocket and hurriedly followed.

As soon as he reached the wall of the alleyway, he saw his target enter a low building on the right, and before he could get out, the door was closed.

"It should be here."

Looking at the low-rise building with only one floor, Old Brown took a few quick breaths to suppress the tightness in his chest and walked slowly into the alleyway.

As the distance got closer, Old Brown pursed his lips to think of something, took out the P365 pistol in his pocket and gently threw it under the wall on the right side of the alleyway, and then walked towards the closed iron gate of the low building.

Until he reached the door, Old Brown subconsciously took a deep breath, then reached out and knocked on the iron door, and stood quietly in place.

Within a few seconds, there was an instant movement inside, and Old Brown heard a few clicks inside the iron door, and then a small crack appeared in the iron door, revealing a person's face inside.

It was Beard, who had just entered, and he stared at old Brown with a wary look on his face, as if he had known that there was an old man standing in front of the door.

"What do you want to do, old man?"