A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 The picture is played frame by frame.

　　 A group of distorted black shadows appeared on the computer screen. Upon seeing this, the technician slowed down again and the black shadows became clearer.

　　 Female Doctor Nora could vaguely see that it was a giant, he held the coffin and lifted it up, and then flew away at a speed that the camera could not catch.

　　 Seeing this, the technician couldn't help frowning.

The speed of Sombra is too fast. Even at the slowest time, he still can’t see the face and the details of the clothes. He only knows that his body is almost as long as the coffin, giving people a kind of "that thing is tailor-made for it." "a feeling of.

　　 "Impossible, the box weighs more than two hundred kilograms, there is nothing to carry it away."

　　 Dr. Yves felt that his worldview was collapsing, and couldn't help muttering.

　　 And Nora closed her eyes and kept recalling what the mysterious old man had said.

　　 After a while, she said:

　　 "Yves, do you remember what the old gentleman said? If you have a coffin in your hands, you can still control him." At the end of the word, Nora pointed to the dark shadow on the screen, her expression tangled: "He!"

　　 The technician couldn't understand what the two people were talking about, and he was both scared and curious.

　　 At this moment, no one knows what Dr. Yves is thinking. He stared at the screen in a daze. After a few seconds, he turned around: "This monitoring was only thirteen minutes ago. The coffin should still be at the airport."

　　 Then, Yves took out his cell phone and urgently contacted his other partner, Jim Fatty.

　　 After receiving the information, Jim immediately rushed to the outside of the airport, commanded the SWAT team to block the scene, and set up a check card at the main garage door to prevent all vehicles that could fit the coffin from passing through.

　　 "Well, everyone pays attention. No large vehicles can be released without my approval."

　　 With an order, dozens of special police officers began to block the road and guard the only exit with a police dog.

　　 At this time, Dr. Yves was betting that the strange shadow could not fly out of the airport, and that he needed a car to leave.

　　 In fact, he got it right.

　　A area of ​​underground parking lot.

　　 This place is full of public vehicles, most of them belong to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

　　 A Mexican inch-headed boy with a flashlight in his mouth, is counting money in the dark carriage, a stack of Franklin, which adds up to two thousand.

　　His name is Gus. He just came out of prison some time ago. He wanted to find a job to support his mother, but tonight, a mysterious man in a suit found himself again.

　　 That **** always shows a hypocritical smile, half threatening and half temptation, first of all, he can help eliminate his brother's criminal record and solve the problem of visa expiration for his mother.

　　 Then, he declared that this was the last time he was asked to do something. After the task was completed, he would no longer contact him.

　　 Until now, Gus still couldn't understand why those powerful bosses had to threaten a small person. Not only that, but the task to be performed at the moment is too difficult.

　　Because, wanting to take a car from the heavily guarded international airport is tantamount to idiotic dreams.

　　 "Damn bitch!"

　　 "Someone responds, and calm down, when I am 007?"

　　 Gus cursed a few words in a low voice, put the CDC special pass on the front windshield, then started the vehicle and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

　　 In the process, he turned and glanced at the back seat, where there was a solid wood coffin with countless monsters carved on it.

　　Smuggling antiques?

　　 A thought came to Gus's mind.

　　 The next moment, he retracted his gaze.

　　 According to the three pre-arranged agreements, that is, you cannot check the goods, stop halfway, and cross the river before sunrise. Even if you are curious, you cannot look at this thing.

　　Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact is that Gus was afraid of his employer. He was worried that the white guy in the suit would attack his mother.

　　 is almost the same time.

　　 Lu Li found an excuse to leave the murder scene, followed the smell of blood to the public parking garage, and happened to find that a white van was driving away from here.

　　The murderer is sitting on it!

　　 Lu Li did not hesitate, immediately found his car, opened the car door and got in——

　　 quickly put into gear, step on the accelerator to back out of the parking area, and the action is extremely skillful.

　　 Compared with the van driven by the opponent, the police pickup is lighter and quicker to accelerate and shift gears.

　　 In less than two minutes, he caught up with the white Nissan and kept a distance of fifteen meters from it.

　　 However, Lu Li didn't put up the police lights, nor did he put out a horn to warn the other party to stop. He wanted to know why the other party was so confident, or in other words, who had become the inner ghost.

　　 the periphery of the international airport.

　　 "Stop, be checked!"

　　The SWAT team with live ammunition led the police dog and performed the mission without compromise.

　　 Drivers of small cars need to show their work permits, indicate their whereabouts, and leave after confirmation. Large vehicles not only need to complete the above two procedures, they must also get out of the car and be searched.

　　 After seeing this kind of formation, Gus put up his work card expressionlessly, and kept rubbing the handle of the gun with his right hand. Now, he can only pin his hopes on the unidentified respondent.

At the same time, two special police officers came around, one of them led a police dog ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ while the other walked to the cab, pointed to an open space and said: "Stop there, sir, I will come right away. "

　　The spotlight is full of special police.

　　 The ghostly Gus suppressed the impulse, silently put away the pistol, and then drove to the designated area.

　　 However, after leaving the sight of the special police, he still couldn't bear the inner pressure and whispered: "Xiete! Xiete! Xiete!"

　　 Everything has a panoramic view.

　　 At this moment, Lu Li turned off and stopped, leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, staring at the Nissan car transporting the murderer in front of him.

　　Who is the ghost?

　　A member of the Special Police Force of the Port Authority, or someone else?

　　 After a short while, a special police member with [PAPD] printed on the tactical vest walked over.

　　 Due to the angle, Lu Li saw a man with a short head through the side-view mirror of the Nissan car. Sitting in the driver's seat, he suddenly turned sideways and seemed to be touching something.

　　 "Sir, work permit and entry permit."

　　 At this time, the SWAT team fired a flashlight to illuminate the dim cab.

　　 Gus held a gun in his right hand, hidden behind his waist, and at the same time used his left hand to take out the certificate prepared by the employer in advance, and handed it over: "Man, this battle...It's crazy, what happened?"

　　 It is a pity that the special police ignored his words and lowered his head to check the authenticity of the documents.

　　 Seeing this, Gus smiled undiminished, and took out another ID printed with a mysterious pattern.

　　Connector token!

　　 Lu Li, who had been paying attention to the situation, instantly came to his mind.

　　 "What do you mean by giving me this?"

"get off!"

　　 There was a loud shout.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a number of special police officers surrounded him.

　　 The face of Gus is as gray as death.