Chapter 359 (1/2)

Smith began to pack up his guns at full speed and put them into a long big backpack.

These are first-class goods. They are easy to use. He can't throw them around this time.

After stepping on the long backpack, he suddenly looked up.

Broken skylight, empty no one, only a dark night sky.

He frowned for a moment and pulled on Miss Donna, who was holding the baby. ”Let's go. Let's go to the bar where the heavy metal band is playing.”

Miss Donna trotted all the way: ”this is ridiculous. Oliver is so small. How could he like rock music?”

Smith: that may be the only clue

Besides, I've collected money. That young man's ten thousand dollars is not so easy to take. He muttered to himself.

On the rooftop, Luke looks at the two people who left downstairs and jumps down.

Half an hour later, in front of a rock and roll bar in the East District, Hula stopped three black SUVs, with more than ten black suits coming down.

This is definitely not gang.

The temperament of the regular people on them is a little obvious. They are either professional security companies or people trained by similar institutions.

Luke crooned, ”if you like to assemble, I tell you I'm your man

you win some, lose some, it's still the same to me...”

The song also came faintly from the bar.

A group of black suits swarmed in. A moment later, a tall man with a gorgeous woman holding a baby came out of the side alley and entered a small hotel more than ten meters across.

This, of course, is Mr. Smith, the killer, and miss Donna, the special psychotherapist.

Luk guan'er: ”it's really powerful. The professional security team can't catch you.”

Several black suits rushed out later, scanning around with guns in their hands.

Then someone yelled, ”Damn it, somebody killed Philip. Did you see the suspect?”

A few black suits used walkie talkie to say a few words there, angrily returned to the bar.

Luke knew that one of them had run into Mr. Smith and been killed quietly.

But what are these black suits doing here? He thought in his heart and looked at the monitoring pictures around him. Suddenly he said, ”here What the hell is it? ”

At the exit of the back door, the group of black suits were carrying corpses, nearly 10 people, all in black opaque plastic bags.

But the head of one of them was not tightened. In the shaking of carrying, a person's head suddenly slipped out of the slightly loosened zipper.

There's nothing strange about the body itself. What's strange is that there's a stick in his left eye socket Carrot?

It's not a carrot shaped toy, is it? Luke muttered to himself, adjusting the surveillance screen and putting the camera on the carrot.

As a result, it's a real carrot.

A moment later, the man at the side of the car found the exposed head and carrots, scolded them in a low voice, reached out and pulled up the zipper.

But the action is too casual, he accidentally broke the carrot, broken, broken.

Luke: That's a carrot?!

In less than 20 minutes, the group of black suits cleaned up everything in the back door and drove away at a gallop.

Luke thought about it, got out of the car and went around the back door.

He went to the place where the black suit had just stopped. He picked up the cut-off carrots there and held them in his hand.