Robert, an extremely devout Catholic, left her cross here, which has already explained her ending.
Levi threw away the bullets in his hand and searched the room to see if there were any other clues.
It wasn't that she had to save Robert, but she couldn't bear it after being busy for so long without any gains.
"Levi, what is this?" Locke shouted, and he found a pile of ashes in the washbasin, and a slightly hot temperature came.
Levi came over and tried the temperature with her hands. She didn't walk for long, and it would not take more than half an hour.
The woman seemed to have burned something before leaving, and Levi fiddled with a pistol in the ashes. Well, it seemed that something had not been completely burned.
"Is this?" Levi found a photo from it that had not been completely burned.
Half of the photo was burned, only half of the person on it was left, but for Levi, who had been in Roanapura for many years, he recognized the person at a glance.
"Isn't this the security guard at the dock? How could a crazy woman have a photo of him?" Levi said in confusion.
Locke picked up the person, and he also had an impression of the Black Reef Chamber of Commerce. He often used torpedo boats to transport some cargo and had contacted people on the dock.
This is a European and American man, who seems to be around fifty years old, and he is not sure why he came to Roanapura. He has never asked. Many people here are fugitives, and no one will tell others about the past.
But how did Robert get the photo of this person? How did he think that these two people would not have any intersection.
Levi grabbed his hair, "Is it my elder sister's head given to her?" Richley said, Balalaika had also gone to find him.
"What big sister? What does this have to do with Balalaika?" Locke asked anxiously after hearing Levi's words to himself.
"It's nothing, it's just that Richley said before that sister had also looked for him."
It seemed that a flash of lightning flashed across Locke's mind. At this moment, he finally figured it out. Balarica was using the maid to clear his target.
There is only one reason Robert would accept her use, that is, these people are all American intelligence personnel.
Taking advantage of the hatred between Robert and these people not only deal with his own difficult targets, but also won't let the Moscow Hotel face the intelligence agencies in the United States.
Locke didn't know that it was Balarica's asylum provided to the defector, otherwise he would have thought that the other party did this to create opportunities for that person to escape.
"Go away quickly, maybe you can catch up. If Roberto and Grusia go to war, she and Grusia will not think of going back to Venezuela." Locke pulled Levi out of the tunnel, got in the car and drove to the dock.
Although Levi didn't care much about the life and death of the maid, this matter seemed profitable to her.
"The young master will bear all the costs, go and talk." Grusia trusted Locke very much, and would definitely not refuse as long as the price he quoted.
"no problem."
Levi excitedly took out the pistol in the holster under her armpit, "Then what are we waiting for?" As he said that, he took out an old cell phone from his butt pocket, found a phone number and dialed it out.
"I don't know if I have time to find some helpers."
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"Captain, the maid has left her hidden point." Balarica's deputy was reporting Robert's movements to her, and someone had been staring at her before.
"I understand, inform Ali and let him be prepared to take people away at any time." Balaraka sighed, and things finally came to this point.
As a dangerous move to disrupt the deployment of American intelligence agencies, Balalaika didn't know what the final result would be.
After the deputy went out, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the distant coastline. 'If it were ten years ago, she would never have used such a way to sacrifice others to achieve her goal.'
She knew very well that no matter whether her goal could be achieved or not, Robert would definitely die this time.
Roanapura's airport covers a small area, and its construction began to date back to World War II. There were no international flights here, and there were even few domestic branch flights in Thailand.
Currently, the airport is not the official one at all, but the Italian mafia.
Several people in the tower were drinking tea leisurely, because there were only one normal flight a week, so their work was really leisurely.
Compared to this flight that only takes a few people a week, there are quite a lot of private planes entering and leaving here.
Of course, these people did not come here to travel normally. Some of these rich people came here to discuss business, and some were also for excitement.
Roanapra, a criminal paradise, will certainly provide some special services that are not available on the market, and of course it is more of the goods transported by major gangs.
But even so, the work at the airport is quite leisurely and is not as busy as the port terminal.
"There should be no other visitors today, right?" A young man with glasses walked in, put down the folder in his hand, and took a bottle of beer in the refrigerator.
Several other people were playing cards together, and there were some small denomination banknotes on the table.
"Don't worry, no one will come again." One of the middle-aged men with long hair played a card casually and turned to look at the young man, "Fisher, do you want to play two games?"
The young man shook his head with the beer, "I would rather go to JACKPOT to watch striptease than lose all the money to you."
"Hahaha" the others burst into laughter. This guy is really a waste of playing cards, and he is almost always a loser.
No one saw a moment of ridicule flashing in the young man's eyes. In fact, he just glanced at the card game and almost knew what the trump card of these people was.
Picking up the telescope and scanning the empty airport, I felt a little irritated, 'Why is a Harvard graduate student staying with these boring scum'
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He is ready to go to the strip club in a while, at least he can have some fun there. As for the NSA mission, there is not even a plane here. Can those people fly away by themselves?
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a reflection seemed to appear on the edge of his vision. He picked up his telescope again and looked at the hillside.
The glass in front of me broke, and then I heard a loud noise. I seemed to be hit by something, 'What? It doesn't seem to hurt much.'
He felt himself falling backwards, his eyes looking to his lower body, and the last question in his life flashed through his mind, 'What is that, is it a spine?'
The others who were playing cards watched Fisher cut off by something, and his internal organs and blood were squirting everywhere in the room. They were stunned for a moment, and then all burst into screams.
There is a sniper and is using a large-caliber reverse equipment sniper rifle. The long-haired man who asked Fisher if he was playing cards just now shouted "Let's go down"
Unfortunately, no one listened to him. He ran straight to the gate alone. Another gunshot was heard. Half of the guy's shoulder disappeared from his body, and the minced meat mixed with blood was pasted on the wall.
Then immediately, the other person's head exploded, and it really exploded, and half of his face fell in front of him.
The few people who were playing cards and bragging in the tower just now were only two of them lying on the ground and not daring to move, even though they were surrounded by blood and minced meat.
"Mom, mom..." Another survivor lay there with his head trembling all over, crying like a child, and a pool of water stains spread between his legs.
Long hair tweeted him, "Stop crying, we have to go out here quickly." I don't know how many people there are on the other side, but it's not the best choice no matter how you stay here.
Although the airport is small, there are several security guards besides them, all of whom are from the Italian mafia. Until now, they should have reacted by hearing the gunshots.
The other party looked at him with tears on his face and shook his head in horror.
The long-haired man grabbed the guy's hair viciously and took out a handful of Glock 17 from his waist, "Hurry up."
Facing the threat, this guy didn't dare to resist. He could only slowly crawl over the blood stains and various body tissues on the ground, making him feel nauseous and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.
It felt like I had been through my whole life, and finally climbed to the door. The companion who had half of his shoulder seemed to be dead. There seemed to be a sound in his throat, perhaps asking for help from him.
But everyone knew that he was helpless, half of his lungs were exposed, and the blood on his body was almost about to dry out.
The long-haired man behind "climbing quickly" was urging him, and he should be able to survive if he crawled out.
The gate was facing the stairs, and they didn't dare to stand up at all. They climbed down to the corner of the stairs, and then they felt like they were escaping from the sky. At this position, the other party would definitely not see them.
The long-haired man calmly took off the fragments of his body and took off his coat by the way. It was covered in blood and could not be worn.
"Let's go downstairs, you can contact the security guard." There is only one entrance and exit here, and there are no buildings around. If they go out rashly, they may become targets. It's better to wait here for someone to come and support it.
The long-haired man handed the other party his cell phone, and the walkie-talkie fell into the house. No one dared to take it in this situation.
The two of them came downstairs, and the long-haired man carefully observed the outside with a gun, while urging his companions to call, "Come on, hurry up."
However, this guy was obviously a little scared. He even dialed two phone numbers wrongly, which made the long-haired man really want to shoot him and kill him.
Fortunately, a security car along the apron had already driven over. The man cried with joy this time, "Save, save!"
The long-haired man also felt like he was a different person. He lowered his muzzle and waved at the car, and then saw a fireball burst out from the car, and a rocket hit it from the side.
Due to inertia, the car drove forward for more than ten meters before stopping. At this time, the long-haired man was still waving his hand.
An off-road vehicle was parked more than fifty meters away from the tower. Robert threw away the RPG-26 bazooka that had been launched in his hand expressionlessly, and sat in the cab to drive towards the tower.
The long-haired man was in despair. He knew that the other party's next target must be his, but he had no way to stop all this.
'If you surrender, do you want to capture the other party?' He thought so, and then smiled with a self-deprecating smile, holding a gun in both hands and preparing to fight to the death. He had already heard the sound of a car coming.
However, the other party did not seem to be planning to play war games with him. Two grenades were accurately thrown into the gate and landed directly at the feet of the two of them.
“Fuck…”
Robert looked at the smoke and dust sprayed from the gate, and ignored whether there were any living people inside, but drove away directly. She still had a lot to do today.
News of the attack soon spread throughout Roanapra, and some businessmen with news channels closed the store directly.
They keenly realized that this attack was different from the previous gang fights, and they were all worried that it would involve themselves.
To be continued...