Cold blooded agent

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This is a stupid mistake, but Li Huan doesn't want to make a cold-blooded choice. He can't do it. This is also the first time in his life that he has pity for a beautiful woman. If you want to make a mistake, you will be wrong to the end. Li Huan simply gave him a coat.

Li Huan knew very well that he had made three major mistakes in the agent code: first, he did not kill people; second, he left a coat criminal evidence; third, without a coat, the HK pistol hanging under the ribs was obviously exposed.

But Li Huan did not regret all this. He knew very well that this was the last time he worked for the country. He didn't want to owe blood debts anymore, not to mention such a noble and beautiful lady. As for whether his wife will give clues to the French police when she wakes up, this is no longer what he can care about.

A dextrous figure jumped quickly on the outer wall of the ninth floor. Room 916, the ultimate goal tonight, jumping and climbing repeatedly, Li Huan quietly climbed into the outer balcony of Room 916.

The lights in the living room are still on, and the soft light shines on the balcony. There is a faint voice in the living room. It seems that the target hasn't slept yet.

There was no monitoring equipment in the balcony. Li Huan calmly stuck to the inner wall of the balcony. With a slight probe, he saw a bald man in a white suit sitting on the sofa and making a phone phone. Behind him stood a big man in a suit - and a bodyguard? The sight is blocked, and you can't act rashly until the position of another bodyguard is found.

Li Huan squatted down gently, pulled out the dagger, stretched out the dagger to the door, and leaned out a head against the ground. I believed that the people inside would not notice the small objects on the ground.

The dagger was slightly tilted, one figure reflected on the smooth dagger, and another bodyguard stood on the right side of the living room, only across the wall from Li Huan. Using the reflection of the dagger, Li Huan explored the living room without showing any trace. Everything was normal. The main owner and two bodyguards he saw during the day were there, and there were no other irrelevant people.

Li Huan took out the pre-prepared film shoe cover from his trouser pocket. After putting on the shoes, his body stood upright against the inner wall of the balcony and slightly adjusted his lower body. He breathed slightly, his heart beat smoothly, and his muscles were in an extremely relaxed state. He had to wait for the moment when the assassination target finished calling his mobile phone.

At this time, the phone call inside stopped, and Li Huan probe again, and the target randomly threw the mobile phone to the sofa next to him.

Just as his mobile phone fell off the sofa, Li Huan's figure flashed and rushed in. He waved his arms to the right. A cold light rowed at the suit bodyguard standing on the right side of the living room. It was steady, accurate and cruel. The cold light accurately wiped his throat, and the blood flashed.

At the same time, there was a slight muffler of "bang". Another bodyguard standing behind the sofa burst his head and red and white things splashed everywhere. When the bodyguard's huge body fell down, his hand was still in his arms. His reaction was very fast, but it was not as fast as the speed of Li Huan pulled out his gun. He shook his hand and burst his head.

The bald man was stunned by the sudden attack. His eyes were frightened and his mouth was wide open. He forgot to make a sound, but he didn't have time to make a sound. At this moment, the bald's frightened pupils reflected a flame of fire, "Uh!" The bald man made a muffled sound in his throat. His open mouth burst in an instant, his teeth and crushed meat splashed. His body was crooked, fell on the sofa, twitching, and blood gushed out along the thin nose.

Li Huan approached the bald man who tilted and twitched on the sofa. The muzzle of the black hole pointed at him again. The fire flashed, and a mass of blood burst out of blood in the bald head. A close shot made his head burst like a rotten watermelon.

Finish the work, pounce in, wipe your throat, and solve the first bodyguard; pull out the gun, fire, blow up the head of the second bodyguard, and the second shot without pause blocked the target's exclamation. All this happened in a flash. In two seconds, the people inside were flattened after only subconscious reactions, and speed and assault technology were perfectly combined...

The task is so simple that Li Huan, who could have finished work earlier, was most depressed by the accidents that should not have happened halfway. Fortunately, he completed the last blow after locking the target.

Li Huan hid the dagger in the inner side of his calf, and HK inserted it into the holster under the ribs. HK is good and powerful. You don't have to worry about the goal after hitting the target.

Packing up the murderer, Li Huan carefully bypassed the blood stains on the ground and walked into another door in the suite.

There are two bedrooms in the VIP suite. The one Li Huanjin has two beds, which should be the bodyguard's bedroom. Li Huan opened the large suitcase in the room and found a suit to change it. The bodyguard was larger than Li Huan and looked a little loose on his body.

After changing his suit, Li Huan entered another room, which should be the target room. There is a large bed and a briefcase on the bed.

Open the briefcase, which contains passports, pistols, information and other items, as well as two stacks of cash, with more than 10,000 US dollars and euros.

Nowadays, the terrorists are really rich. Li Huan sighed a little and rudely put two stacks of cash directly into the suit pocket. Leading the sheep by hand has two benefits for yourself. First, it can solve the current economic crisis. Second, it can create a scene of killing people and robbing money. No one can imagine which country's government will send special trade unions to do such dirty things.

Walking out of the bedroom, Li Huan went into the bathroom and found a towel. He carefully wiped the doorknob, briefcase and suitcase, eliminated his fingerprints, returned to the living room, picked up a bursting tooth with disgust, and put it into his pocket.

After finishing everything, Li Huan carefully opened a crack in the main door of the suite, leaned against the back of the door and listened. It was very quiet outside the corridor. He looked slightly, but there was no one left and right. Li Huan took out of the door and walked quickly along the corridor to the safe passage. He did not choose to take the elevator and went down the stairs directly down the stairs.

Go down the stairs and turn around the bathroom. There are still a lot of people in the lobby.

Unlike sneaking into the hotel as before, Li Huan was very leisurely at this moment. He slowly walked through the hall with a handsome expression and gentlemanly manner. No one would suspect that the amiable young man in front of him had just killed three people...

Walking out of the Athena Square Hotel, the Lord of the Champs-Élysées is not as good as before. The night breeze and the soft street lights give this romantic street full of aristocratic customs a little quiet beauty.

Li Huan strolled on the boulevard on the side of the street, as if he was worried. He looked back at the magnificent Athena Square Hotel, which he had never done since he was an agent. The agent's code must not look back after leaving the scene. What does a series of subconscious mistakes indicate? At this moment, Li Huan has lost his heart. Maybe this overseas mission is really the last time in this life, right?

Li Huan sighed gently. The lights in the royal suite on the ninth floor gently sprinkled on the balcony. The beautiful and charming lady was still lying quietly in the corner of the balcony. At this moment, there was tenderness in Li Huan's eyes...

In this life, I was afraid that there would be no more meeting with the beautiful lady again. Li Huan gently shook his head, and a trace of melancholy rose in his heart.

The wind at midnight was a little cool. Li Huan subconsciously looked at his watch. It was past 2 a.m., took out his mobile phone and turned it on. He dialed a few keys to get it to his ear. Du Dahao's mobile phone was connected.

"How's it going? What did you get today?”

"Ha, Brother Huan, the task you gave me is too relaxed. That guy's life is very regular. He drank morning tea at a restaurant in Chinatown, District 13, on time at 9:30 a.m., went to the fitness center in the afternoon, and ate at the "Anfu" Chinese restaurant at 6:00 p.m. After the meal, he took a walk in the nearby park, walked until 9:00 a.m., and finally went to the place. Fang is the "Langtaosha" teahouse. His friends are usually there. They go back to the villa at 12 o'clock. I don't know when they go to bed. This guy's guard in the villa is very tight. He keeps a low profile when he goes out, so he only followed a bodyguard. Dahao's tone was very excited.

"Ha ha, that's good. So where are you now?" Li Huan is very satisfied with the fat man's stalks, which is completely consistent with the information provided in the three places.

"At home, I'm bored reading magazines. Brother Huan, when will you be back?"

"Watch magazines? s**t, you are playing one at five, right? Do less, and your mother won't do anything else?" Li Huan knows a lot about fat people. The problem of this guy turning over erotic magazines will never change.

"Hee... Isn't that waiting for you? Hey hey, when my phone rang just now, I almost flashed by you." The fat man was so thick-skinned that he didn't care about Li Huan's sarcasm at all. The fat man continued to say, "Brother Huan, I will continue to stare at the guy you mentioned tomorrow. When will you come back to me?"

"Well..." Li Huan pondered slightly and said, "I won't go back. Now you're going to District 13 and wait for me near the place where the guy drinks morning tea, and remember to bring the box containing the guy."

"What? Ready to do it, no longer tracking?" Fat people are a little unexpected.

"Let's talk nonsense. Put away the things under your crotch and start now." A pile of naked fat meat came to Li Huan's mind, which was a little disgusting.

"Yes, let's clean it up. See you later..." The fat man muttered and hung up the phone.

After hanging up his mobile phone, Li Huan made a move, and a taxi steadily docked beside him. Now there are two thick piles of bills in his pocket, which is enough to have money and confidence.

After getting into the car, Li Huan said his destination in French: "Go to Chinatown in District 13."

Lying against the back seat of the car, he had to take time to rest. Li Huan closed his eyes and refreshed.

The time to hunt the second target was originally planned for the day after day, and it had to wait for the fat man to ensure that there was no error in the target's activity and intelligence. However, in the phone call with the fat man, the target activity coincided with the intelligence, and it didn't seem to make much sense to prove it in the past two days. There were many dreams at nights. A series of accidents that happened tonight made Li Huan temporarily change his mind.

When Parisians talk about Chinese on weekdays, the first thing they think of must be the 13th arrondissement, because the most famous Chinatown in France is in this area.

Li Huan got out of the car at a remote street in District 13 and crossed a secluded street. Entering District 13, Li Huan had the same illusion as before. It was late at night, but all the passers-by he could meet were yellow-skinned and dark-haired Chinese. It was like being in China. On both sides of the street were full of Chinese restaurants and shops with diamond marks.

In the daytime, it will definitely be pedestrians, noisy and lively. Chinese signature advertisements can be seen everywhere on the street, listening to familiar local accents, looking at familiar appearance, speaking standard and non-standard Mandarin, which is really no different from China, and the 13th arrondissement is definitely the most prosperous area in Paris. One.

Not long ago, after the warm-up exercise, Li Huan felt slightly hungry and casually walked into a Chinese restaurant with a small facade. There was no one in the store. The owner's skin was dark, and he didn't look like Chinese. Li Huan is quite familiar with the situation of Chinatown. He opens such a stingy facade, and the decoration is low-end. The boss must be from Vietnam or Cambodia and runs a Chinese restaurant to make a living. On the contrary, as long as the facade is magnificent, the Chinese cultural atmosphere is strong, and the red lanterns are hanging high, it must be an authentic Chinese restaurant, not only restaurants, but also shops and supermarkets.

Li Huan ordered a bowl of noodles at will. Choosing here to spend the night is also a lurking method. The less inconspicuous the better. Fake Chinese goods like the boss meet authentic Chinese faces, and they don't understand the language. Naturally, they will not come up and talk to trouble if they have nothing to do.

After eating a bowl of noodles, I just drank some noodle soup to moisten my throat. At this time, my mobile phone rang.

I connected to my mobile phone, and the fat man's voice came from it: "Brother Huan, I'm in District 13. Where are you?"

"Wait for me at the gate of Fule Supermarket." Li Huan answered in French.

After hanging up the phone, Li Huan paid the bill and walked out of the small restaurant and went all the way north along the street. From afar, he saw a fat man standing at the door of Fule supermarket with a violin box.

Looking at the style of a musician in a fat man in a windbreaker, Li Huan couldn't help laughing and scolding. s**t, how can you choose such a box for killing people? No matter how virtuous he is, he can't pretend to be a musician.

Seeing Li Huan approaching, the fat man greeted him and said, "Brother Huan, where are we going now?"

"Get out of here first." Li Huan caught a glimpse of two patrolling policemen coming this way at the street corner and said in a low voice, "Hurry up, lead the way ahead and go to the place where the guy drinks morning tea."

The fat man listened to Li Huan's tone and stopped talking. He walked straight to the alley across the street. When the fat man entered the alley, Li Huan slowly followed suit and glanced at the corners of his eyes. Fortunately, the two policemen were still far away, and they didn't seem to pay special attention to Li Huan, a passer-by.

The fat man and Li Huan crossed the alley one after another, crossed another small intersection, and entered a small street full of restaurants.

The fat man subconsciously slowed down. It was probably this street. Li Huan walked a few steps faster, followed the fat man, and asked in a low voice, "Is this here?"

The fat man raised his head forward and whispered, "Here, the one 20 meters ahead of the right."

Li Huan stopped and took a quick look in the direction of the fat man's signal. The restaurant was spacious, and the rolling shutter door was pulled and closed. Then, he looked at the opposite of the morning tea restaurant, which was a three-story building, which was too short to lurk...

The fat man knew at a glance that Li Huan was choosing a sniper position. He leaned against Li Huan, pointed diagonally opposite the store, and said, "I leaned out. The position is good. That guy usually chooses the left window when entering the store. Although the building is not directly opposite, the angle of sight is enough."

Li Huan looked over. Diagonally opposite the morning tea restaurant is a six-story commercial building, the first to second floors are catering buildings, and there are huge light signs hanging on the third to fourth floors, with the words "foot bath and health care". In addition, there are only one or two windows on the upper second floor, which should be an office area.

Yes, Li Huan looked at the fat man with admiration. This guy was well disciplined and chose the lurking position without his own instructions.

The fat man looked at the admiration and smile in Li Huan's eyes, and his chest subconsciously straightened up, quite proud.

Li Huan took the violin box carried by the fat man and said, "After a while, you can go to the fourth floor of that building for health care, or take a foot bath. Relax and relax. Turn off your mobile phone. Wait for my notice."

The fat man was slightly stunned and said, "Brother Huan, what about you?" Aren't you with me? It's still early. Why don't we relax together?

Li Huan smiled and said, "I don't have your luck. I have to wait first. You can go alone. By the way, be careful when collecting evidence tomorrow. Don't let people see flaws. You can think about it later when you relax.

"Brother Huan, when didn't you do what you asked me to do well? Don't worry, it's up to me tomorrow. As for relaxation..." Speaking of this, the fat man had a trace of ambiguity in his eyes and said with a dirty smile, "I don't think about anything when I relax. Hey hey, I didn't have the time at that time."

Li Huan looked at the fat man's expression of Brother Pig. Knowing that it was useless to say more, he shook his head and walked straight to the building chosen by the fat man.

The bathing center of the building is open 24 hours a day. The hall in the building is as light as day. The two swaggered into the elevator. The elevator door was closed. The fat man pressed the keys on the fourth and sixth floors. Soon, the elevator stopped on the fourth floor.

The moment the elevator door opened, Li Huan moved slightly and hid behind the fat man. There was a fat man standing by the elevator door, not afraid that people outside would see it.

The fat man rubbed slightly until the elevator door was about to close before he went out. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard the standard Mandarin of the waitress standing next to the elevator: "Welcome, sir, are you?"

The elevator door slowly closed, and the fat man's complaint could be faintly heard: "One by one. s**t, I almost went to the sixth floor..."

Hearing the fat man's last sentence, Li Huan smiled. It was convenient to partner with the fat man. Without saying hello, the guy rounded the matter. In an understated sentence, no one would be surprised if the elevator continued to go up to the sixth floor.

When the elevator reached the sixth floor, Li Huan was not in a hurry to go out. He pressed the door button, and people listened carefully to the movement outside close to the inside of the elevator. There is no light in the corridor, silent and safe. Li Huan slipped out of the elevator and quickly touched the safe passage. If you want to get on the rooftop, you still have to climb a staircase.

The door of the roof was locked. Li Huan's hand touched the belt buckle and gently pulled it out. A two-inch-long steel wire was pulled out to prevent trouble. Li Huan was ready to be arrested at any time. Li Huan hid no less than three such gadgets like prying shackles, which happened to be in handy at this moment.

Ordinary dark locks are not technically demanding. For Li Huan, they are simply pediatrics. With a slight pry, a slight sound, the marbles in the dark lock bounce open. Entering the rooftop, Li Huan locked the door. Even if someone came up, he could at least win himself the hidden time.

The rooftop was empty, and a row of long clothes rods hung several snow-white sheets. The night wind blew, and they were hunted alone.

Li Huan quickly chose the position. It was really a good place. There was a dry quilt behind him, which just blocked the view of the back building.

There are still more than two hours before six o'clock in the morning, and some have to survive. At this time, Li Huan was a little envious of the fat man. The guy must be lying on the massage parlor and enjoying special services.

The long night was long. Li Huan yawned and was a little sleepy. Li Huan turned the alarm clock of his mobile phone to nine o'clock. After setting it to vibrate, as soon as his eyes closed, he shrank in the corner of the rooftop and fell asleep...

Tonight seems to be particularly cold. From time to time, there is a cold night breeze blowing. Li Huan's body shrank into a ball and occasionally trembled twice. In a daze, the mobile phone in his pocket moved. The continuous vibration woke up Li Huan and opened his sleepy eyes. At this time, the sky was very dark.

Looking at the weather, Li Huan thought that the time had been adjusted wrong. Look at the watch, right? At nine o'clock. Li Huan muttered in his heart, s**t, it seems to rain this day? As soon as the bad idea flashed, the sound of thunder sounded in the sky, and then the sparse raindrops fell down.

Li Huan secretly complained that it was bad. It's raining. Don't shrink from home, or the crime for a few hours will be in vain.

Hurry up and take out your mobile phone. Soon, the fat man's mobile phone was connected.

"Boss... You have something to say." The fat man who just woke up is very alert.

"Is there anyone next to you?" Li Huan lowered his voice.

Without the fat man's answer, he heard a greasy woman's voice from his mobile phone: "So early... Who..."

The fat man dares to fall in love with a prostitute! He drank cold and cold on it, and this guy enjoyed it very much. Li Huan was depressed. The fat man was probably all night, and his mother was still poor with me.

"Hey hey, boss, say it. I'll listen." There seemed to be something going on the fat man's side, driving the woman who made a greasy sound out of bed.

Li Huan said in a hurry, "You can quickly enter the restaurant and sit in ten minutes, and finally choose the next seat where the target sits. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand. I know how to do the following things."

"Be careful, hide yourself, and don't be seen by the target." Li Huan couldn't help but remind him.

"Boss, don't worry, I promise to satisfy you." The fat man's tone was very relaxed and not nervous at all.

Hanging off his mobile phone, Li Huan opened the violin box neatly, and the decomposed M21 sniper rifle came into view. Disassembly and disassembling various types of guns was an essential skill for agents, or blindfolded. I didn't see how long it took Li Huan. The M21 sniper rifle had been assembled and formed.

With the Sionics muffler, the ART low-light night vision scope was adjusted, and then the magazine was pressed. Li Huan half squatted at the rooftop and aimed at the morning tea restaurant downstairs.

With the scanning of the scope, Li Huan locked the usual position of the target through the thick glass of the restaurant, with an angle of 60 degrees and a distance of 150 meters, aiming at the sniper target from the roof. The fat man does have a vision, and the selected building has a very good view.

At this time, the fat man appeared on the street, swaying, and his footsteps seemed to be fluttering. I don't know how many times this guy had done it overnight? Li Huan's heart is unbalanced again.