Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Pascal didn't say much, she lay back on the chair, trying to calm down. At this time, the only sound she could hear was her own breathing and heartbeat.

For some reason, perhaps because she was too nervous, things from the past suddenly popped up in her mind.

Pascal looked up at the sky, staring at the moon hanging high in the sky.

"Where are we going...?" she asked.

"A safe house, a real safe house." Raphael confirmed, "The temperature shouldn't be a problem."

“There are some expectations, but not much.”

Pascal suddenly asked, "When will this kind of thing stop?"

"I don't know. Once all the bad guys are caught, it won't happen again."

Pascal gave her a complicated look. This guy was trying to fool her again.

"There are only a few thousand policemen in Leipzig, but they are responsible for the security of a city with a population of hundreds of thousands. Each person has to manage thousands of people. Tell me, how can they catch all the bad guys?"

“Use a robot.”

"?" The girl stared at Raphael as if he were an idiot.

Chapter 79 Jumping off the cliff

"Turn left at the next intersection," said Pascal.

"Sure?"

Rafael immediately swerved the steering wheel and illegally inserted himself into the traffic that was turning left.

Seeing this, many drivers honked their horns like crazy, but she rolled down her window and gave them the middle finger in return.

This instant of incident almost caused a chain rear-end collision.

"Great!" Pascal cheered loudly without fear of trouble.

She had read many spy novels when she was bored before, and knew that Raphael was going to take her to a safe hidden place - perhaps some inconspicuous and shabby warehouse, or take her on another means of transportation and then send her to... where?

But when she saw the car they had just overtaken a few minutes ago passing by, Pascal suddenly realized that today's journey seemed really unusual.

She really wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

The people who followed them actually made several mistakes.

The same car always went back and forth. Not only was the license plate and car model already familiar to Pascal, but the driver's unabashed prying eyes also made her realize that the other party was up to no good.

"Is... someone following us?" she tried to say.

At this time, they turned onto another European-style community path with a complex layout and walked back and forth. A few minutes later, when the car following them drove towards them, Pascal felt that his suspicion was correct.

"You actually noticed it. That's not good."

Raphael took a deep breath, glanced at the girl's tight seat belt, and said, "There may be a collision later, sit tight."

After she finished speaking, the engine suddenly roared violently, indicating that the driver was restless. She cursed the bastard who was always happy to cause trouble for her, and then turned the car towards another community.

At this moment, all the complaints that had accumulated for a long time flooded into Raphael's mind.

There are too many roads and too many vehicles - some damn rubbish traffic policeman suddenly issued a "no passage" traffic signal - Raphael, who was furious, hoped that this guy would disappear quickly!

She also lost her temper over cars parked in residential driveways, leaving only a narrow strip of road for vehicles to pass through.

"I really hope these car owners will find that their exhaust pipes are blocked!" After venting her anger, she felt much better.

What should we do now?

If someone is lying in ambush here, we have no choice but to stay and fight.

Raphael glanced at the backpack held in Miss Pascal's arms. Apart from the dispensable bulletproof plate, there was only a pistol and two extra spare magazines.

A pistol is always at a disadvantage against a rifle. If it was just her, it would be fine, but now she has a burden with her.

After this is over, she will definitely find time to meet Pascal's father and find out what this guy is thinking.

Raphael freed his right hand and fiddled with it in front of Pascal twice. "Remember to hold up this backpack later. It can protect you."

"?"

"If you get hit by a bullet, all my work today will be in vain."

"Oh, I see."

"Ms. Pascal, remember to tell me anything you observe or find strange."

After giving the instructions, Raphael drove onto another road and continued along it.

The car began to speed up, and Pascal, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at it in confusion.

After driving forward for nearly five minutes, there were two vehicles following them. In addition to the sedan that was following them at first, there was also a Chevrolet police car with rotating police lights installed.

"Uh……?"

"Should we stop and be dealt with?" Pascal suggested coldly, "Perhaps they won't be so bold if there are police around."

"You can't take the risk. What you think you see may not be real."

Raphael never thought of stopping the car. If he didn't keep moving, something bad would happen. The right thing to do was to speed up and get away.

She felt that there was no need to explain this issue in detail to Pascal. Pascal only needed to obey her orders to get out of this situation smoothly.

If the humanoid team were all there and said that the person being picked up today was an adult male, she could find an urban area with relatively complex terrain and carry out a "hook operation."

For a walking squad, no matter what the environment is, the vanguard in the front is very important, and the guard in the back is even more important.

If we are tracked by the enemy, it is likely to lead to total destruction, so we must implement "Operation Hook" to counter the tracking.

Because the route of action looks like a fishing hook, such a counterattack is naturally called a fishing hook action.

"Let's change cars." Raphael hesitated for a moment, "Turn right and drive into the dedicated parking lot."

"What are we doing here?"

"transfer."

Pascal was excited by the brief description, as if things were unfolding just like in Hollywood movies and those spy agent TV shows.

"What about this car?"

"It will return to its owner."

As expected, Pascal sighed in amazement, but did not ask any further questions.

Raphael grabbed his backpack and smiled at Pascal. The cheap light of the white LED illuminated the path under their feet.

The boots scraped against the floor, making a noise similar to wailing.

However, the tire squeal is even sharper and more piercing.

Raphael looked back and saw that the car had indeed driven in. Perhaps because it was used to being lawless, the parking lot barrier was directly knocked down.

She embraced Pascal, who was in a state of excitement, and took her to quickly shuttle between many vehicles, looking for a suitable hunting hiding place.

Behind it, there was a police car parked on the road outside, looking very cautious.

The officer was busy in the car, probably calling for backup or as some kind of insurance.

He stepped out of the car with his left hand behind his back. It seemed that the officer's dominant hand was on the left and he was ready to use his gun.

When he was on duty on the roadside earlier, he noticed something was wrong, but he just watched everything silently without reacting too much.

When the second car he was observing followed in, it did not follow the first private car and went straight to the high-rise parking lot.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it might just be a coincidence, but in his opinion, how could it be a coincidence to follow someone for at least 40 minutes?

Moreover, five people got off the car at one time. They did not communicate with each other verbally, but instead assigned people skillfully with gestures.

It was this move that immediately turned the officer's instinct into action. He first called for help and then reached for the police HK416 rifle strapped to the top of the vehicle.

Although this thing is a civilian version he bought himself, it has become very useful in today's environment.

Not wanting to go in, his instincts were frantically warning him not to try to enter unknown territory.

But "only this road leads to the worst known outcome." If he doesn't go in, all the passengers in the car that first drove into the parking lot might...

To him, if given a choice, no one would choose to jump off a cliff.

Chapter 80 Operation Hook

"Ah, here comes the policeman."

"What's going on?" Raphael pried the door lock with familiarity and did not notice the actions of the police officer downstairs in the parking lot.

"A policeman followed us and he seemed to sense something was wrong."

"Something bad has happened." Raphael's tone seemed relaxed, exactly the same as the tone she used when she was wandering around in many living communities before.

“Is there… a suitable solution?”

Pascal saw with his own eyes the police officer slowly walk into the main entrance of the parking lot with his weapon in hand, a look of worry on his little face.

"As long as he is careful enough, nothing will happen."

"really?"

"coming soon."

Raphael stopped talking, reached his hand behind his back and gently touched the small mechanism at the bottom of the backpack, and the USP45 fell into his hand.

"...?!"

Pascal looked at the exquisite backpack behind the bodyguard girl in surprise. It seemed that he could still hold it in his hand.

Judging from the slightly square shape, it must have armor plates installed to protect against handgun bullets while taking into account the capacity...

No, it shouldn't be an armor plate, but some kind of lightweight material similar to Kevlar, formed by multiple layers of weaving.

If a hard bulletproof plate is installed, it would be difficult for women to lift it with one hand and withstand the impact of bullets due to their inherent physical conditions - much less muscle mass than men.

"Sorry, you really think too much, there is a plug board inside." - By Raphael

Pascal suddenly became interested in researching. Was the appearance designed to be like this on purpose?

I have never seen such equipment in any document before. At least the East German Stasi did not equip female staff and agents with similar equipment.

They prefer to wear soft body armor instead of running around with a bulletproof shield.

In certain circumstances, the protective equipment worn by these female Stasi agents was no different from that of male agents. Its core purpose was to protect the trunk of the body, but the cost was that it was heavy and ugly (?).

These costs are necessary and are much better than dying directly.

Under such considerations, any pursuit of beauty, good looks, and prettiness is arrogance towards life.

Raphael quickly checked the status of the pistol, repeatedly turned the safety, caught the bullet that jumped out when he pulled the slide back with his left hand, then ejected the magazine and pushed it back in.

There is no problem at all, and all the small details are in line with her usage habits.

It seems that Lingyin can become a mechanic in the future, specializing in providing fine-tuning of equipment for customers.

Raphael raised his head and glanced at the sky. Today's weather was not very good, and the clouds were quite thick. Even during the day it was extremely dark, which was very suitable for doing murder and robbery.

……

At this time, except for the alarm triggered by the breaking of the barrier pole, the parking lot was so quiet that the air seemed to be stagnant, weighing heavily on Bach Schmidt.

He carefully hid behind a Land Rover and looked outside through the window glass with great vigilance.

Bach had been observing this group of people since the beginning. The two men were hiding in the gaps between the vehicles, one on the left and one on the right.

Not only that, they also had a division of labor, with one person keeping a close eye on the people in the middle walking up and down the stairs, while the other person observed them in other directions.

The remaining three gunmen are nowhere to be found.

Bach was so nervous that his palms were sweating and he had to wipe them repeatedly.

Although we don’t know what he is going to do yet, one thing is certain: these five people are definitely not good people.

He used the thumb of his right hand, which was holding the gun, to shift the safety gear, putting the Hk416 in his hand into combat mode.