The daily life of American drama detective

Chuck didn't explain.

Because this is indeed the truth.

Professor Alicia Harper and the others are not bad. The six subjects he found before were all mature women in their 30s like Alex.

In addition to taking the initiative to live directly and not clinging to others, and the choice of scientific experiments is very scientific, of course it is also related to a little psychology left over from the predecessor.

It's just that this residual psychological influence, like the physical defects left over from the previous body, is continuously weakening with the continuous nourishment of the water of life.

"Brother, there is no reaction at all."

Hayley quietly pointed to the TV news in the lobby.

"What reaction do you want?"

Chuck was expressionless.

"At least there are reports, such a big movement."

Hailey complained: "Black! It's too dark! It's darker than I thought!"

"Tijuana is a tourist city, and no matter how big things happen around it, it doesn't matter."

Chuck said frankly: "You don't know the concept of information control?"

"Well, my fault."

Hai Li shrugged and said, "I thought I would give some news, even a little bit, but who knows that there is no news at all. If you weren't there, I thought I was dreaming last night."

"Don't worry about it."

Chuck reminded: "Have fun for a few days, and then go back. Mom has called and they are ready to leave Texas for Orange County."

"I know, I know, what a spoiler."

Hai Li said sullenly: "Don't bother you to make up for the lack of maternal love when you were a child. I went to play with Marissa and the others."

These words were not too low, and were heard by Marisa, Shama and Mrs. Bin.

Mrs. Bin showed a dazed look, and her eyes became brighter as she looked at Chuck.

the next few days.

Because Mrs. Bin recognized her own strength, she didn't drink too much. After all, Chuck saw the famous scene of her enjoying Kung Pao Chicken.

When the time comes.

Chuck rejected Mrs. Bing's suggestion to accompany them to Orange County, and drove Hayley and the others away from Tijuana and returned to Orange County.

Haili's parents have arrived, expressing concern about the recent behavior of her daughter pestering her son, and restraining Haili.

There is only one day before the full moon night, the half-fifth of the month. In the Orange County medical room, Chuck opened a locker that was delivered by post. After tidying up, he quietly left the Orange County Hilltop Manor Villa.

Los Angeles International Airport.

Check-in window.

Chuck smiled and handed the protective shield in his hand to the staff. The female staff was infected by Chuck's smile, and smiled back, holding the passport to Chuck's face, and quickly put the passport Handed it back to Chuck: "Mr. Li, have a nice trip!"

"Thank you."

Chuck, whose pseudonym was Mr. Li, nodded his thanks and turned to leave.

When I got on the plane, I flew directly to Guadalajara, which is the capital of the Mexican state of Jalisco and the second largest city in Mexico.

On the plane, Chuck looked at the white clouds outside the window, and reflected a completely different face, no longer handsome and tough, but ordinary, and his expression was no longer expressionless, but when someone observed, Automatically smiles.

That's right!

This is his disguise.

The most difficult thing is not the subversive change of appearance, which can be easily done by technology.

Knowing that the CIA, FBI, and other organizations have similar technologies, he has already let his company secretly develop them. A human skin mask can easily transform into another person.

There are many copies of passports prepared all over the world, handled by Anna, all of which are authentic and reliable, and can fly to all parts of the world at any time.

At the beginning, he prepared contingency plans at any time. Once he offended, he would not be able to be offended, and he would be forced to go to jail. He planned to turn his face and express his feelings directly at any time, and then fly directly overseas.

Like arsenals across the country, these are but a small part of the contingency plan.

The rare thing is that he needs to change many of his defining habits.

Such as cleanliness, proportional obsessive-compulsive disorder, facial paralysis, and indifference, these are details that are more difficult to change than the gait that makes it easy for intelligent AI to lock.

Fortunately, Chuck is no longer the time when he just crossed. Today, he just still doesn't like to laugh, not because he wants to laugh and can't laugh.

As long as he wants, he can pretend to be anyone he wants to pretend in a short period of time, no matter in appearance or habits such as steps and movements, they are impeccable.

And his current identity is that of an international businessman, going to Guadalajara to negotiate business.

Fortunately, Ansa is doing bad things all over the world. There is no problem with his identity at all, and he doesn't need to deliberately dress up as another race. In that way, in addition to the human skin mask, the skin has to be used for a wider range of camouflage, which saves a lot of trouble.

As soon as the plane landed in Guadalajara and stepped out of the airport, he felt that he was being followed.

This did not surprise him.

This is the base camp of Alario. After receiving the announcement from Chuck at the beginning, he was full of confidence to act first, but the next day, he sent someone to the scene and saw a ruin. After seeing the violent aesthetics that happened that night, Elario woke up instantly.

Detective Chuck's threat notice, I'm afraid it's not a joke.

His strength is indeed higher than that of his subordinates, but if he does not gather troops to guard the lair, there will not be as many people gathered in the manor as his subordinates who were just wiped out.

Therefore, he could only summon his subordinates to escort the king, and at the same time cast out all his eyeliner to monitor the outsiders' every move.

This is his base camp, and he has the strength to follow all of them.

So even though Chuck is not what he used to be at all, when he got off the plane, he was still targeted immediately.

As the time approached half a month, the moon became rounder and rounder, and Elario became more and more anxious, which made those rebellious subordinates puzzled and at the same time felt contemptuous.

It can be said that the inside and outside of the manor are heavily fortified. Even if the FBI and the military came to knock on the door, they would have the confidence to resist.

They couldn't understand why the boss was so anxious.

Especially the Salamanca family, which has always been at odds with Elario, almost no longer hides the disdain in their eyes.

Alario naturally saw the eyes of Hector, who now represents the Salamanca family, and in normal times, he would definitely directly attack these dead species.

Salamanca was indeed very powerful back then, but it has long since withered. The history of his superiority is the history of the decline of the Salamanca family.

The other party hated him, but he had to bow his head to him and do things for him.

If it wasn't for ensuring the unity of the loosely-allied Qatari drug cartel like them, he wouldn't even give the other party the chance to reserve the last bit of territory to help him.

But now that the enemy is at hand, he can't engage in internal strife at this time.

Since Salamanca was still preoccupied with fighting and killing as always, and didn't notice the danger, then let their people rush to the front later, and if they killed the people who came, then he would deal with them ruthlessly.

If the person who came here was not killed, but was killed by the other party, then he would be saved.

this evening.

The bright moon hangs high.

It's not really the best killing night, but Chuck is still here.

He lifted up his decorative glasses, and came empty-handed, with nothing on.

After all, this business trip is temporary in nature, and I never thought of dealing with these people in the past, so there are no pre-arranged guns and ammunition here.

For the safety of the second brother Frank, Chuck did not assign him to send it.

The most important thing is that he doesn't need special preparation.

This is the lair of the top drug lords, and he has received the news in advance, so he has enough time to deploy his defenses. He is not surprised that any weapon appears tonight.

And since they had plenty of weapons and equipment, there was absolutely no need for him to bring his own gun.

For ordinary Americans: Neighbors stock up on grain and I stock up on guns, and the neighbor is my granary.

And for him: the drug lord hoards guns and I am empty-handed, and the drug lord is my shooter.

If you need anything, just bring it over.

With such a mentality in mind, he quietly appeared outside Elario's manor, surrounded by teams with live ammunition patrolling, and on the tall buildings, the searchlights illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime.

With sharp eyes, Chuck easily saw the sniper on the commanding heights.

This can still be seen, the gunmen inside the manor are more dense.

It is indeed a top drug lord.

This movement is really... very suitable for standing up and intimidating.

Thinking of this, he had quietly appeared behind the patrol team, one by one with a knife, and killed them all before they could react at all.

Only then did Chuck unhurriedly start picking up the equipment dropped on the ground, glanced at the small pistol with no shape and power in disgust, picked up a well-maintained AK, and just walked towards The door knocked politely.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

After the standard door-knocking procedure, Chuck smiled positively at the camera at the door.

But this smile made Elario and the others, who were staring at the movement inside, shiver. They couldn't understand what Chuck was doing at all.

They had professionals who went to see the drug lord's manor that was destroyed by Chuck's group afterwards, and speculated that Chuck had sneaked into the manor, and then started to kill.

Although the degree of rage is not quite like that of an assassin, it has something to do with an assassin after all.

But what is it now?
Not only did he give an advance notice and give enough time to prepare, but now he could have sneaked in quietly, but he ran to the gate and knocked on the door, announcing his arrival to them!

How arrogant is this!

"Open the door and let him in!"

The irascible Hector Salamanca was the first one who couldn't bear the arrogance of others, so he ordered clamorously.

He doesn't allow anyone to be so awesome!
"No!"

Elario said sharply: "Don't open the door yet, let the patrolling people surround it first, shoot and kill! The sniper is ready, shoot and kill as soon as there is a chance. The machine gunner is aimed at the door and empty the magazine at any time."

"Yes!"

Everyone agreed to arrange it immediately.

The manor is so big, naturally there is not only one team patrolling outside, and soon after receiving the news, they rushed over fully armed.

Then Chuck made dumplings, and the group was easily wiped out by himself.

When the people in the manor heard the dense gunfire outside, their expressions relaxed at first, which obviously gave them the upper hand in firepower.

But soon the gunfire stopped, but none of the subordinates reported the situation, and they felt that something was wrong.

Then I saw Chuck's figure reappeared in the camera lens at the door.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

It was the same familiar knock on the door, but this time, it seemed to knock on everyone's heart, making it suffocating.

This is so exciting!
It's a pity that it's not a good stimulus!

"Let him in. He is alone. We gather machine gunners and snipers, and everyone shoots together. Unless he is Satan, he will definitely die!"

After all, the Salamanca family is the most bloody. Even if they feel the powerful strength behind Chuck's arrogance, they are still brave enough to let Chuck in directly.

"Who is this?"

But not everyone has that kind of bloody courage, and some people can't help but look at the camera with a slight complaint, with a tone of 'whose general is this'.

"Everyone takes aim, covers fire, and opens the door!"

Elario's eyes changed for a long time, and he finally made up his mind.

The order was quickly communicated.

The door also opened slowly, and under everyone's nervous gaze, a person flashed in, and then everyone fired in response.

This movement is comparable to a grand fireworks show.

Dozens of gunmen's AKs, heavy machine guns on top of two armored vehicles, and snipers from four directions on the roof all gathered here. That's really Rambo coming, and they will all be beaten into a sieve.

The first unlucky ones were the two machine gunners on the armored vehicle and the four snipers on the roof.

no way!
Who made them the elite that the drug lords had finally cultivated!
Chuck came here this time, playing the elite!
An AK, this kind of common gun in the world, was shot in the hands of African-Americans, and it couldn't even touch the edge of a person, but in the hands of Chuck, it was a sniper rifle, and a bullet was a head.

The sniper on the roof was aiming with a sniper scope. The sniper who was about to kill Chuck was shot through the scope by a bullet and pierced his eye before he locked onto Chuck's figure.

After the six elites were killed, the rhythm of the firework show became chaotic, and Chuck no longer needed to be too careful to dodge, avoiding the middle area of ​​the fan, showing his figure directly from the corner of the fan, and killing him straight.

Before the hole was halfway through, the people who were still alive fled with a man yelling 'Satan', and everyone started to flee in all directions.

Chuck continued to kill, and all the unlucky ones in the field of vision were killed. If they were lucky, they ran away quickly.

This kind of legendary scene must be passed on.

Then after there was no movement outside, he calmly walked to the gate of the manor and knocked on the real gate of the manor.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
"Wait a minute, this matter has nothing to do with us! We are all fooled!"

This time, no one opened the door, and Elario's eager voice sounded from the intercom at the door: "Someone wants us to kill each other! It's..."

"I know!"

Chuck interrupted directly without letting him speak, and corrected: "But without us!"

"What do you want?"

Elario was silent for a moment, and asked aggrievedly.

He had figured this out a long time ago, but he didn't care before because he didn't think Detective Chuck could pose any threat to him.

But one wrong step, one wrong step, and before he could think of a better way to get out of this trouble, he was already in this life-and-death crisis.

At this moment, he hated the detective Chuck, but even more hated the mastermind behind him.

"It's simple."

Chuck smiled and said, "I just want to kill you, or be killed by you!"

The bosses inside: "..."