The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 552 Assassin's Creed, Stumbling Block Project!

When the group's top leaders heard this, they all looked at Alario in unison. Although they didn't speak, their eyes were full of: "What kind of mental illness have you provoked! The key is the real non-human!"

But when they turned their heads to look over, they saw that Elario had already gone upstairs quickly.

The clever ones quickly followed.

Those who reacted slowly were a few steps late, their eyes flashed, and they gritted their teeth and turned around and ran towards other rooms.

As always, there is authenticity to this estate.

roof.

A helicopter docked here, and Elario quickly went up with a few men. He sat directly in the driver's seat, glanced at the four snipers who died tragically on the roof, and directly started the helicopter. Several cronies flew to the back.

The helicopter flew higher and higher, farther and farther, as if shoulder to shoulder with the bright and huge moon.

Just when Elario and his party cheered for their escape.

with a snap.

The helicopter shook.

Everyone was licking blood, so they naturally realized that the bullet had hit the helicopter. Subconsciously, they looked towards the roof of the manor, and vaguely saw a figure standing on the roof, holding a sniper rifle, heading towards this direction. .

It scared them out of their wits.

"Don't be afraid! This is a gunship, bulletproof..."

Elario immediately comforted his men, and also comforted himself.

"Yes, yes! Otherwise, it would have exploded just now!"

The subordinates immediately agreed with joy.

In the movie, whether it is a car or a helicopter, as long as it hits or is shot, it basically explodes.

They were shot, but they didn't explode, and that said it all.

However, as soon as the words fell, a blaze rose in their eyes, and then there was no more.

In the bright and clean moon disk, a dazzling fire bloomed, temporarily suppressing the brilliance of the bright moon.

Chuck admired this explosive art, threw away the sniper rifle in his hand, and went downstairs to clean up the battlefield.

Drug lords only use cash. For top drug lords like Elario, the amount of cash they have accumulated over the years cannot be handled by a single wall.

At least a warehouse of cash.

Although he is not short of this little money, his small goal is still meat. This time he came here to blow up the direct murderer. Liwei's biggest benefit has been realized, and he should get some money by the way.

This is Elario's base camp, a secret warehouse specially used to store cash. In the eyes of the detective, there is no secret, nothing to hide, and he can easily find and open it.

Looking at the mountains of beautiful knives inside, Chuck shook his head.

If the money were exchanged for ordinary people, it would be very difficult to take it away, but fortunately, Chuck didn't need to do it himself.

He walked out of the secret room of the warehouse, easily caught a few drug dealers who wanted to hide by virtue of the location, and assigned them to start moving the cash that made them jealous into the car. Standing on the balcony, he looked outside the manor and said softly: " It's time to come."

A few kilometers away from Elario estate.

In a hidden place, a heavily armed team is lurking here, and the captain at the head has been observing the movement of the manor with a night-combat binoculars.

Even though it was so far away, even though the gunshots were like thunder, the team members held their breaths one by one, as quiet as if there was no one here.

Until the helicopter exploded into a dazzling fireworks show under the night sky, someone finally couldn't help but speak in a tone full of disbelief: "This is too cruel? Did you really break in alone?"

"I'm afraid so."

Seeing the captain who was fighting all the way outside the manor, his tone was extremely complicated.

With the sharpest intelligence support, they can be said to have a clear understanding of the strength of the manor in front of them.

Even for a special warfare team like theirs, it would be very difficult to get in.

Not to mention the arrogant way of previewing in advance and directly knocking on the door.

That is really unthinkable.

But now someone really did it in front of them. One person almost wiped out a large Qatari drug cartel.

This is very difficult for them to do.

"Then what's next?"

After the chatterbox opened, someone couldn't help asking again.

"Wait!"

The captain pressed his communication headset, reported what they saw, and said a word.

Unknown location.

In front of the central large screen composed of one screen after another, many staff members were operating computers. Two middle-aged white men, a man and a woman, stood in front of the large screen and looked at the screen. It was the scene that Chuck looked at the camera when he knocked on the door just now.

The sound of gunshots and screams resounded clearly.

When the captain reported and asked, the standing middle-aged white man frowned, thought for a while, and ordered the captain to come closer and observe.

Although they control the secret door of electronic equipment and can monitor and monitor, but this kind of monitoring and monitoring is very random, it all depends on the location of these drug dealers with mobile phones.

Listening is better.

But surveillance, if the mobile phone is in the pocket, even if the video function is automatically turned on, it will be lonely.

At this moment, it is necessary to rely on the special forces to observe closely. They can use the perspective of the helmet camera of the special forces to understand the actual situation more accurately and carry out remote tactical micro-management.

After the order was issued, the special operations team outside Elario Manor immediately carried out the order, and came straight to the manor in full armor, advancing according to the tactics, and finally approached and found that under the command of Chuck, they were carrying boxes of cash. action.

The middle-aged Caucasian commander who saw all this through the remote control micro-operation center through the perspective of the special forces immediately lit up, and ordered without hesitation: "Clear the target, clean the battlefield!"

These are the savings of Elario for many years!

Amount!

Amount!

It's all worth it!

Hearing the order, the special operations captain glanced at the messy situation inside the manor, hesitated for a while, and agreed, and began to direct the team to attack Chuck who was standing on the balcony.

Then he understood why the top drug lord was completely wiped out by a single person.

The top sniper in the team aimed at Chuck for the first time, and shot without hesitation after receiving the order.

However, it was a single shot.

And then there is no more then.

When the special operations team failed to clear up the situation, they were wiped out by the regiment.

The commander of the remote control micro-operation center finally saw Chuck's demeanor of an accountant assassin with one shot through the helmet camera of the special forces.

The whole process is so smooth.

But this kind of silkiness made everyone in the remote control micro-control center dumbfounded, and the audience was silent.

The middle-aged white commander was also stunned.

"Come closer, he seems to be talking about something!"

The female subordinate next to him reminded.

The operator immediately zoomed in and pulled in, and Chuck's lips moved slightly.

"Get me a lip language expert immediately!"

The middle-aged white commander was anxious and angry.

But before the subordinates could react, a sound came from their communicator. As their faces changed drastically, all the small screens on the entire big screen went black, and then switched to the perspective of the helmet camera of the special forces. The dense Chuck tilted his head, facing the camera, and smiled: "Assassin's Creed, Americans don't kill Americans!"

The sound is clear and bright!

Sunny smiles!

The information is friendly and kind!

But everyone, including the middle-aged white commander, felt chills down their spines. If it wasn't for the helmet cameras of other special operations team members who had captured the scene of the team being wiped out by headshots, they really wanted to believe it.

The middle-aged Caucasian commander's face was extremely ugly.

This time the action was entirely his responsibility.

He planned well at first, first let Alario send someone to assassinate the Detective Chuck who the superiors thought must be eliminated and then quickly.

If it succeeds, the task is completed, very good.

It doesn't matter if you fail, anyway, layer after layer, you can't involve yourself.

And if Detective Chuck is really that strong, it would be even better if he followed the clues and chased him down to Elario.

Because although he can make Elario do the dirty work, Elario is not his subordinate, on the contrary, the two are still in a competitive relationship.

Peers are Chi Guoguo's hatred.

So he was very happy when he saw that Detective Chuck was the real drug lord who killed the group first, and then gave Elario a "assassination" notice.

When two tigers fight each other, one will be injured.

It's best to lose both sides!

So he arranged for the special operations team to be the oriole, clearing out the enemies who would lose both in one fell swoop, not only accomplishing the original goal, but also killing the peers and occupying more market share.

This kind of cash warehouse secret room that directly finds Alario is even more unexpected, and it is the kind of biggest harvest.

So after seeing the money, even though he found out that only one person died, the Detective Chuck's people were incredibly powerful, he still wanted to lose his mind, and immediately chose to do it.

But it never occurred to him that no matter how exquisite his micromanipulation was, it was just a beautiful thought.

The elite special warfare team that he had placed high hopes on was not much stronger than Elario's men, and because they had no numerical advantage, they were wiped out without even launching a counterattack after firing the first shot.

What's even more frightening is that Detective Chuck's people hacked into their communication system in an instant, took control of their system, and issued this mocking threat.

What Assassin's Creed, what Americans don't kill Americans!
These are ironies!

But at this moment, he also has to admit that the super agent under Detective Chuck really has their characteristics.

What he said was very nice, but his actions were so vicious.

Very American!

"You know what you did?!"

The middle-aged white commander suppressed the horror in his heart, and stared at Detective Chuck expressionlessly.

He didn't know if this guy was Detective Chuck, and he just wasn't sure if it was, even though he had a different face.

But it doesn't prevent him from being the other party.

At the very least, he is also a member of Detective Chuck!

In the original calculation, there is another possibility, that is, the detective Chuck encountered a crisis and gave in. They came forward to help him solve it, and then recruited him again.

"It doesn't matter whether I know or not."

Chuck laughed: "It's important that you know!"

The middle-aged white commander stared at Chuck silently for a while, and ordered to cut off external communication.

What was exposed this time was not only the terrifying fighting power of Detective Chuck, but also his incredible hacking ability.

In this era of information and communication, when the two are added together, the power that erupts is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

When the middle-aged white commander ordered his subordinates to strictly investigate the network, he left the remote control micro-manipulation center and found his colleagues in a secret way. After exchanging pleasantries, he asked calmly: "How is the stumbling block plan going?" ?”

The colleague looked at him in surprise: "Are you in trouble?"

The middle-aged Caucasian commander briefly explained the matter with a calm expression, causing his colleagues to shake their heads: "He is not an ordinary person, what you did this time was too hasty."

"It's all about following orders."

The middle-aged white commander looked at him: "Can you help?"

"Of course I will help this place!"

The colleague laughed.

The middle-aged Caucasian commander was not surprised, nor was he moved. He nodded and left.

Although he didn't say it all, just a few words revealed the superhuman combat power of Detective Chuck, which was enough to attract the strong interest of his colleagues.

Ok.

A colleague's stumbling block plan requires a talent like Detective Chuck!

Colleagues will automatically enter the venue without his request.

After dragging his colleague into the water, he finally recovered from the frustration of tonight's action plan, and when he got home, he was about to relax when he received messages one after another.

It's not urgent news from colleagues and subordinates.

It's a happy greeting from the family.

But it made him shudder.

"Husband, thank you for the roses, why did you send them here at this time?"

"Dad, how did you know I like this phone, what a surprise!"

"If you have time to send someone to deliver gifts, you might as well show up at my door tonight."

"Old classmate, what do you mean?"

"..."

One message after another is just a network, all his close relationships have sent him messages, and they have directly networked him so hard that he can hardly breathe.

You know, how long has it been?
Detective Chuck actually checked him out, and arranged for the favorite gifts of family and friends to be rushed to everyone's hands one by one.

What a domineering threat lies behind such a gentle method!

Even a ruthless professional like him felt a sense of fear. He was pale, and when he thought of something, he quickly took out his encrypted phone, regardless of whether it would be exposed, and called the colleague he just met: "Forget what we just said, stop all action!"

On the other end of the phone, the colleague who had just met asked the reason in surprise, and agreed, but he knew that the other party was like him, living in the dark, unrestrained, and domineering, and it was impossible to really stop, so I can only remind again and again: "You must not involve your family!"

Under his insistence repeated over and over again, the colleague seemed to understand something, and agreed in a deep voice.

The middle-aged Caucasian commander heard that his colleague understood and agreed, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He hung up the phone, looked around, and began to talk to himself in a not-so-small voice.

"I admit defeat, I'm just a tool person, these things have nothing to do with me in the future, I have done what I can do, I can't do anything if he doesn't listen to me, anyway, he has his contact information, Americans don't lie American……"

If he knew that Detective Chuck could do this, he wouldn't have met his colleagues to ask about the stumbling block plan.

But now that it has been exposed, he also knows that his colleagues will never listen to him, so there is a reason for him to make this call.

Anyway, he really didn't want to continue, and the responsibilities must be sorted out.

He believed that Detective Chuck could see it.

In the future, don't look for him if you have something to do, just pass him as a fart.

(End of this chapter)