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Cao Gui turned his gun around and pulled the trigger on the "fellow villager" who had broken free of his control.

Two more shots rang out, and the bullets struck his thigh, causing him to collapse instantly.

"Ahhh—! Help me... have mercy!"

The "fellow villager" screamed in terror, helplessly clutching his bleeding thighs with both hands, struggling in pain, his legs twisted into strange directions and angles.

Judging from the angle, it's estimated that the bullet hit his thigh, causing a comminuted fracture of the leg bone, and he can't be saved.

Cao Gui sneered. "You've tried to kill me time and time again. Do you really think I, Cao Gui, am made of clay?"

"Who...who are you?" the bald white man on the ground asked, his face pale.

Boom!

Cao Gui shot him twice in the leg, and now he wants to ask for his identity?

late!

Cao Gui immediately searched his person and soon found an ID card, a CIA ID card, with the name Walker on it.

Cao Gui doesn't know if it's true or not, but the documents are very likely genuine.

Although this person went on a rampage in the restaurant, in Paris, this level of fighting was about the same as two middle-aged women fighting with brooms in China. At most, it was considered a disturbance of the peace, not even a public security incident, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

Therefore, there is no need for this guy to hide his identity anymore. If all else fails, he can return to the United States with absolute diplomatic immunity. France can't just go to North America to arrest people again, can it?

Does the French team have that kind of strength?

Therefore, based on the above, this document should be genuine.

"Agent Walker?"

Cao Gui chuckled. The bald white man, who had been so high-spirited and dominating the battlefield just moments before, was now deathly pale, with blood gushing from his legs. He looked utterly miserable.

"You...you're not a drug dealer, who are you?" Walker asked, his face pale.

As usual, Cao Gui took out his FBI badge and showed it to him: "Did you see it clearly?"

Upon seeing this, Walker was overjoyed: "Buddy, I'm from the CIA! I'm so sorry about what happened earlier..."

Boom!

Two sprays of blood erupted from Walker's chest, his body instantly stiffening. The surprise on his face remained, but his eyes held endless bewilderment and despair.

"If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having the FBI?"

Cao Gui sneered, turned his gun towards the young man's head, and pulled the trigger. After the gunshot, this CIA agent received the President's premium package: Mind-Blowing!

Hey~

[Host eliminates Langley agents Walker and James, completing one 'Eliminate Evil' mission. Reward: 1000 Merit Points, 500 Experience Points.]

[Host has eliminated Agent James Langley, completing one 'Eliminate Evil' mission. Reward: 30 Merit Points, 15 Experience Points.]

Hey~

【Justice Naval System (Supporting Every Naval Soldier with a righteous heart)】

[Soldier's Name: Cao Gui (Naval Corporal, Swordsman Apprentice)]

[Merit Points: 33645; Experience Points: 30095/50000]

[Taoist Power Value: 205 (A standard reflecting combat power, not a factor determining combat power)]

Hearing the notification in his mind, Cao Gui turned his gaze to the "fellow villager." He had performed some simple self-rescue to stop the bleeding, but he had lost too much blood before, and his face was pale.

"Brother, brother...please, don't kill me! I don't know anything, I'm just a waiter!" The "fellow villager" cried and wailed, tears streaming down his face.

Cao Gui walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, I'll let you off this time. But if I see you again, I won't hold back."

"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother..." The "fellow villager" sobbed uncontrollably, nodding repeatedly.

Cao Gui didn't look at him again, put away the Sig Sauer P226, and turned back to his car.

The "fellow villager" watched Cao Gui leave with gratitude in his eyes, but he didn't notice that there was a small black button-like object stuck to his shoulder.

Those were the listening devices and locators left behind by Cao Gui.

Now that we're involved, let's find the mastermind behind this, take them down, and earn some merit and experience.

Five minutes later, a van arrived, and several construction workers got out. They then shot and killed the "fellow villager" who thought he could be saved.

Next, they dismantled the ceiling, unloaded bag after bag of white powder into the car, and also loaded all the corpses from the restaurant onto it before driving away.

Cao Gui was astonished. It turned out that not only Wuling, but other vehicles could also carry so much stuff.

Cao Gui slowly started the vehicle and followed, trailing far behind. He had a GPS tracker, so he didn't have to worry about losing sight of the target.

Shortly after Cao Gui left, a black SUV appeared, and three burly men in black suits got out, searched the restaurant, and then drove away.

"Sir, we have found blood samples from Walker and James."

"Also, these are bullets fired from James's sidearm; there's no blood on them."

"This is a bullet fired from a Walker Sig Sauer P226, and it has Walker's blood on it."

Looking at the things laid out in front of him, a middle-aged man in the driver's seat had a gloomy expression. It was clear that Walker and James were both dead.

The middle-aged man, with a stern face, dialed a phone number:

"Brian, I heard you're in Paris. I need your help."

Brian was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then slowly said, "Sir, I've retired and am spending time with my daughter."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man rubbed his temples:

“Brian, Walker is dead. I need a strong ally now.”

"...Give me your email address, and I'll recommend someone to you."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, then gave out his email address. A short while later, a document was sent to his email address.

"Alan Krauss? A stumbling block?"

The middle-aged man stroked his chin and dialed another number:

"Baiya, I need to borrow someone from you!"

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Chapter 72 The Gun-Loving "Wife"

At the Fuxue Chinese Restaurant, a group of men in black were busy working inside, and it took them quite a while to stop.

The men in black exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

"Sir, this is a public place with too many human footprints, making effective analysis impossible. Also, because it's a restaurant, everyone leaves bodily fluids, so DNA information technology can't detect anything."

"Moreover, there are no surveillance cameras here. The nearest camera to the restaurant is at the street corner, where there is too much foot traffic to analyze."

The words of the technicians gave the middle-aged man a headache. An hour had passed, and they still couldn't find a direction to investigate.

"It's not impossible to analyze."

A voice rang out, and the group looked over to see a medium-sized white man walk in. If Cao Gui were here, he would definitely recognize that this man had the same face as Hawkeye Barton from the Avengers.

“Allen Krauss?” the middle-aged man asked.

“It’s me, sir,” said the agent named Allen.

"This is your responsibility. Find the bastard who killed my men," the middle-aged man said viciously.

“As you wish, sir,” Allen, with his hawk-like face, chuckled, then turned to the technicians and asked, “Where have our guys’ footprints been the most numerous?”

The technician pointed to a pillar and a collapsed table not far away.

"Where did you die in battle?"

The technician pointed to the ground: "This is the most likely location, but the body has already been moved."

Are there any signs of a struggle here? Or someone else's blood?

"No." The technician shook his head.

Allen frowned slightly. Analyzing these traces, it was clear that Walker was killed after he lost the ability to resist.

The question is, what kind of person could render an elite Langley incapacitated without leaving any signs of a fight? Could it be a superhuman?

Allen glanced at the pile of peanuts scattered on the table in front of him, and the bottle of wine that had fallen and spilled out.

"Have these items been tested for DNA?"

"We've checked," the technician said helplessly. "The alcohol and large amount of sodium chloride have destroyed the bodily fluids, making analysis impossible."

"And what about these chopsticks?" Hawkeye pointed to about a dozen chopsticks on the ground.

"Uh... not yet," the technician said.

"Then hurry up and check." He said, walking out the door. He had noticed a very obvious tire track on the ground when he arrived.

Normally, cars wouldn't block the restaurant entrance directly; this clearly indicates a problem.

Technicians were called in to analyze the traces, and combined with footage from nearby surveillance cameras, they quickly identified a van.

“Find it,” Allen said, then, while everyone’s attention was focused on the computer screen, he took out two pills, one green and one blue, took a picture with his phone, and then swallowed them.

And no one noticed any of this.

On the other side, Langley and his team dared not relax and mobilized all their forces to begin tracking down the vehicle.

The location was quickly pinpointed to the 13th arrondissement of Paris, known as the Chinatown, a major area with a large Chinese population.

But... in reality, there are more Black people there than Chinese people. Not only are there more Black people than Chinese people in the 10th arrondissement of Paris, but there are also more Black people than all the white and Chinese people in the entire city of Paris.

……

In a small alley in the 10th arrondissement of Paris.

Cao Gui sat in the car, holding a silk scarf, gently wiping the Sig Sauer P226 in his hand. It has to be said that although the bald guy was trash, this gun was anything but.

The P226 was once hailed as the best performing combat pistol, with excellent ergonomics and an extremely comfortable grip. Not to mention, this gun has also been modified.

"As expected, it's still more comfortable to use a 'married woman'."

Cao Gui stroked P226 with a sigh, but as soon as he spoke, he realized something was wrong.

Oh no! I think I've awakened some incredible attribute!