Robert, an extremely devout Catholic, left the cross here, which already explained her ending.
Levi threw away the bullet 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 stand it if she didn't gain anything after working for such a long time.
"Levi, what is this?" Locke shouted, and he found a pile of ashes in the wash basin, and a slight warmth came from it.
Levi came over and tested the temperature with her hands. She hadn't been gone for long, no more than half an hour.
The woman seemed to have burned something before leaving. Levi fiddled with the ashes with her pistol. Well, it seemed that something was not completely burned.
"This is?" Levi found a photo inside that had not been completely burned.
Half of the photo was burned, and only half of the face remained, but for Levi, who had been in Roanapura for many years, he could still recognize the person at a glance.
"Isn't this the security guard at the pier? How could the crazy woman have his photo?" Levi said doubtfully.
Locke took it over. He also had an impression of this person. The Black Reef Chamber of Commerce often used torpedo boats to transport some goods, and he had contact with people on the dock.
This is a European and American, he seems to be around fifty years old. He has no idea why he came to Roanapura, and he has never asked. Many people here are fugitives, and no one will tell others about the past.
It’s just how did Robert get this person’s photo, and how could he think that there would be no intersection between these two people.
Levi scratched his hair and asked, "Did the eldest sister give it to her?" Richilele said that Balalaika had also gone to find him.
"What big sister? What does this have to do with Balalaika?" Locke asked anxiously after listening to Levi's soliloquy.
"It's nothing. That Richie Lilei said that the eldest sister also came to see him."
It seemed as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Locke's mind. At this moment, he finally figured out that Balalaika was using the head maid to eliminate her target.
There is only one reason why Robert will accept her use, and that is that these people are American intelligence agents.
Taking advantage of the hatred between Robert and these people, he not only dealt with the targets that he could not easily attack, but also prevented the Moscow Hotel from facing the American intelligence services.
Locke did not know that Balalaika provided shelter to the defector, otherwise he should have thought that the other party did this to create opportunities for the defector to escape.
"Hurry up, maybe we can still catch up. If Robert starts a war with the US military, she and Grucia will never want to return to Venezuela." Locke pulled Levi out of the tunnel, got in the car and drove to the dock.
Although Levi doesn't care much about the life and death of the maid, she thinks this matter is profitable.
"The young master will bear all the expenses, you go ahead and tell me." Grucia trusted Locke very much and would definitely not refuse the price he quoted.
"no problem."
Levi excitedly took out the pistol in the holster under his arm, "Then what are we waiting for?" As he spoke, he took out an old-style mobile phone from his hip pocket, found a number and made a call.
"I don't know if it's too late. Let's see if we can find some helpers."
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"Captain, the maid has left her hiding spot." Balalaika's deputy was reporting Roberto's movements to her, and someone had been watching her before.
"I know, inform Ali and ask him to be ready to evacuate people at any time." Balalaika sighed, and things finally came to this point.
Roberto was a risky move to disrupt the deployment of the U.S. intelligence agency, and Balalaika didn't know what the final result would be.
After the deputy left, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time and looked at the coastline in the distance. 'If it were ten years ago, I would never use this method to achieve my goal at the expense of others.'
She knew very well that no matter whether her goal could be achieved or not, Robert would definitely die this time.
The airport in Roanapura occupies a small area. Its construction dates back to the Second World War. There are no international flights here and there are very few domestic regional flights in Thailand.
Currently, the airport is not run by the government at all, but by the Italian mafia.
A few people in the tower were drinking tea leisurely. Because there was only one normal flight every week, their work was really leisurely.
Compared to this flight, which only comes once a week and doesn't take many people, there are quite a few private planes coming in and out.
Of course, these people are not here for normal tourism. Some of these wealthy people come here to discuss business, and some also come here to seek excitement.
Of course, Roanapura, a paradise for criminals, will provide some special services that are not available on the market, and of course more of them are goods transported by major gangs.
But even so, the work at the airport is quite leisurely, not as busy as the port terminal.
"There shouldn't be any other visitors today, right?" A young man with glasses walked in, put down the folder in his hand, and took out a bottle of beer from 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 casually played a card, turned to look at the young man, "Fisher, do you want to come and play a few games?"
The young man held the beer and shook his head, "I would rather go to JACKPOT to watch a striptease than lose all my money to you."
"Hahaha" the others laughed. This guy is really good at playing cards and loses almost every time.
No one saw the flash of ridicule in the young man's eyes. In fact, he just glanced at the card game and almost knew what each of these people's cards were.
I picked up the binoculars and scanned the empty airport. I felt a little irritated, 'Why would a top student who graduated from Harvard stay with these boring scum?'
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He is going to go to the strip club soon. At least he can have some fun there. As for the NSA mission, there is not even an airplane here. Can those people grow wings and fly away on their own?
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Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a reflection seemed to appear at the edge of his vision. He picked up the telescope again and looked at the hillside.
The glass in front of me shattered, and then I heard a loud noise. I seemed to have been hit by something, 'What? It doesn't seem to hurt much.'
He felt himself falling backwards, looking at his lower body, and the last question in his life flashed through his mind, 'What is that, a spine?'
Others who were playing cards saw Fisher being cut in half by something, with internal organs and blood spurting out everywhere in the room. They were stunned for a moment, and then they all burst into screams.
There were snipers, and they were using large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifles. The long-haired man who had just asked Fisher if he could play cards shouted, "Get down!"
It's a pity that no one listened to him, so he ran directly to the door, and there was another gunshot. Half of the guy's shoulder disappeared from his body, and the minced meat mixed with blood was stuck on the wall.
Then immediately after, another person's head exploded, it really exploded, and half of his face fell in front of him.
Among the few people who were playing cards and bragging in the tower just now, only two were left lying on the ground and did not dare to move, even though they were surrounded by blood and minced meat.
"Mom, mom..." Another survivor lay there holding his head and shaking, crying like a child, with a pool of water stains spreading between his legs.
Long Hair pushed him and said, "Stop crying, we need to get out of here quickly." We don't know how many people there are at the moment, but staying here is not the best choice no matter what.
Although the airport is small, there are several security guards besides them, all of whom are members of the Italian Mafia. By now they should have reacted to the sound of gunshots.
The other person looked at him with tears on his face and shook his head in horror.
The long-haired man grabbed the guy's hair fiercely and took out a Glock 17 from his waist, "Hurry up."
Faced with the threat, this guy did not dare to resist. He could only slowly crawl over the blood stains and various body tissues on the ground, which made him feel nauseated and on the verge of mental collapse.
After what felt like a lifetime, I finally crawled to the door. The companion who was missing half of his shoulder seemed to be still alive, and there seemed to be a voice coming from his throat, perhaps asking for help.
But everyone knew that he was hopeless. Half of his lungs were exposed and the blood on his body was almost drained.
"Climb quickly," the long-haired man behind urged, you should be able to survive if you climb out.
The door was facing the stairs. They didn't dare to stand up at all, so they climbed down until they reached the corner of the stairs. They felt like they had escaped. From this position, the other party could never see them.
The long-haired man calmly took off the debris stained on his body and took off his coat at the same time. It was covered in blood and was completely unwearable.
"Let's go downstairs and you 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, so they might as well stay here and wait for someone to come to support them.
The long-haired man handed the other party his cell phone. The walkie-talkie was left in the house. In this case, no one dared to go and get it.
The two people came downstairs. The long-haired man held a gun and carefully observed the outside. At the same time, he urged his companion to call, "Hurry up."
But this guy was obviously a little frightened. He even dialed two wrong phone numbers, which made the long-haired man really want to shoot him.
But fortunately, a security car drove over along the tarmac. The man cried with joy this time, "I'm saved, I'm saved!"
The long-haired man also felt as if he was from another world. He lowered his gun and waved at the car. Then he saw a ball of fire erupting from the car, and a rocket hit it from the side.
Due to its inertia, the car drove forward for more than ten meters before stopping. At this time, the long-haired man was still waving.
An off-road vehicle was parked more than fifty meters away from the tower. Robert threw away the RPG-26 rocket launcher he had fired without expression, got into the cab and drove towards the tower.
The long-haired man felt desperate. He knew that the other party's next target must be him, but he had absolutely no way to stop it.
'I wonder if the other side will take prisoners if we surrender.' He thought so, then smiled to himself, holding the gun in both hands and preparing to fight. He had already heard the sound of a car approaching.
However, the other party didn't seem to intend to play war games with him. Two grenades were accurately thrown into the door and landed directly at the feet of the two of them.
"Fuck..."
Robert looked at the smoke spewing out from the gate and drove away without caring whether there were any living people inside. She still had a lot to do today.
News of the attack quickly spread throughout Roanapura, and some businessmen with information channels closed their shops.
They were keenly aware that this attack was different from previous gang fights, and they were all worried that they would be implicated.
The Triads and the Moscow Hotel all kept silent about the incident and did not make any reaction. Even the Italians who ran the airport acted as if nothing had happened.
Of course, the joint operations team of the NSA and Langley got the news immediately, and photos and videos of the scene have been sent back.
The death of intelligence officer Fisher has been confirmed. The murderer used an anti-materiel sniper rifle and a rocket launcher, and has been identified as the maid of the Labrese family.
Ada sat in the corner chewing gum, trying to minimize her presence.
That woman was indeed even crazier, but how did she know that intelligence agents were lurking there, or was she already crazy enough to kill people indiscriminately?
This situation is really chaotic. To step forward at this time is definitely to seek death.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A cell phone rang, Ada took out the phone from the middle of the camisole, glanced at the number, hung up and then stuffed it back, that dead woman Levi is looking for her now
Absolutely nothing good.
She completely didn't notice that her actions attracted the attention of everyone here, especially the men.
"Agent Ada, I said before that everyone should turn off their mobile phones." Sosa walked over and looked at her dissatisfied.
Ada curled her lips, thinking that this woman was just jealous, so she stood up and faced her face to face, and then unexpectedly discovered that she was almost the same as herself.
Ada, who originally wanted to despise the other party, couldn't do it. What else did Sosa want to say, but Ada's phone rang again.
"That woman is really persistent." Ada turned around and walked out, waving to Sosa behind her, "I'll go outside. Is everything okay?"
Ada walked directly to the beach, "I'm busy, what on earth is going on?"
"There's a big business deal, are you coming?" The voice on Levi's side was relatively noisy, and there seemed to be several people.
"I don't have time." Ada said weakly.
"Hey, I've hooked up with the Labrese family and captured their head maid. After doing this, I can rest for a long time. I've already called Shen Hua and Zoya."
Hearing this name, Ada had a dark look on her face, Labrese was definitely finished this time, and they would definitely be pulled out to sacrifice to heaven as soon as the incident was over.
Ada wanted to reject the other party, but she held the phone and thought for a moment, "Where are you?" She really couldn't help watching this woman who didn't know whether she was a friend die.
A cheer came from the opposite side, "We are on the way to the dock, please hurry up."
The dock is not far from here. It's only a quarter of an hour's drive along the highway. Ada looked at the dock behind her. Forget it, she was not needed here, so she might as well hurry over and pull back those guys who were looking for death.