A god of beauty

Chapter 128 Stupid and Clever

"so……"

The bearded man wearing a black hood looked at the red Ford car only 50 meters away from them, and loaded his pistol with a click: "This is the best job I've ever seen, two women, 100 million."

"Shut up, idiot."

A man sitting behind with his submachine gun on said in a hoarse voice, "I want to look at your rearview mirror when I say this."

The bearded man who was reprimanded by his partner flashed a trace of anger. After hearing this sentence, he still looked at it honestly.

next second.

The bearded man looked at the blue Mustang behind their black car and frowned slightly, then glanced at the license plate of the Mustang, and said, "This..."

The husky man in the back seat loaded his submachine gun with a click and said, "Mustang is the type that those Blackwater bodyguards like."

"Isn't it?"

The bearded man on the co-pilot frowned and said, "We have been following the target for almost three days, and there has never been a blackwater bodyguard before."

The husky man turned his head and took a look: "Before, our targets came out alone, but today there is one more."

indeed.

The Blackwater professionals on the blue Bronco behind are not protecting Mikaela, but professionally protecting Rushman.

Who made Roshman's appearance easy to be seen by some people and cause unnecessary misunderstandings?

In fact, there should be plainclothes agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but those plainclothes agents are all concentrated at the New York Ballet Theater. On the other side of the theater, the plainclothes S.H.I.E.L.D. is responsible for Rushman's safety. Heishui is responsible.

The professional quality of Blackwater's personnel is good.

Moreover, because of the shareholding of the Federal Bureau, let's put it this way, in New York, only the bodyguards of the Blackwater Company can openly hold weapons above light weapons...

The bearded man was slightly taken aback: "Then what should we do, come back tomorrow?"

The husky man smiled coldly and put on his mask: "It's too late, they have already noticed us."

The bearded man narrowed his eyes: "...what do you mean?"

"mean……"

The husky man opened the car window, pulled out the safety bolt of a sweet potato with a sound, and in the next second, without looking back, he directly threw the sweet potato towards the blue wild horse that seemed to want to hit them and stop it The car is lost.

"brake!"

"Fake..."

"boom!"

The three Blackwater employees who were in charge of protecting Rushman on the blue Mustang car saw the familiar sweet potato and immediately yelled at the driver. Turn in the side lane.

next second.

The blue wild horse blasted into the donut shop next to it.

As for that sweet potato?

Ha ha.

The sweet potato fell to the ground, rolled twice, and then lay quietly on the ground.

fake?

The expression of the bearded man observing this scene through the rearview mirror became even more dull.

"A bad sweet potato?"

"idiot."

The husky man in the back seat once again despised the bearded man in the co-pilot: "For these soldiers who have experienced the battlefield, it is already an instinctive reaction to dodge when they see sweet potatoes. Our job this time is only 100 million, isn't it?" 500."

As a mercenary active in the dark side of New York, the husky man has his own set of charging standards. Obviously, in the eyes of the bearded man, 100 million can only be kidnapped, but if 500 million, he can consider starting a war in the city center...

only……

Eight full days have passed since the federal bureau chief came back from the East to take over New York eight years ago. The dark side of New York spent countless blood to get the bureau chief's preference, pay tribute on time and ensure that he is not under federal jurisdiction Fight within range.

If I can do it, hello me hello everyone.

If not?

There is no such possibility, and those organizations and individuals who dared not pay tribute, or those on the dark side who started wars within the jurisdiction of the federal government, have all been brought to justice.

Yes.

The husky man is just a casual person. Although he is bold, let him drop a sweet potato in the city center to arouse the anger of the federal bureau chief?He didn't dare, and, the husky man was sure, no one in New York dared.

Use an image metaphor.

Those who pick up jobs on the dark side would dare to throw sweet potatoes into the New York Police Department as long as the price is right.

but……

Even if they were given 1000 million, they didn't even have the courage to throw a sweet potato into the mailbox on the street.

Soon.

The flyover is in sight.

The husky man came back to his senses, checked his submachine gun, and said to the driver in charge, "Intercept."

The driver who had been silent and only responsible for driving slammed the gas pedal, then turned directly to the side road and accelerated towards the red Ford car in front.

"what?"

"what happened?"

Mikaela, who was driving, heard Roshman's doubtful voice sitting next to the co-pilot and asked, "Rushman?"

Roshman frowned as he stared at the black bridge car that was already level with them: "This car has been following us since we left the hospital."

Mikaela smiled: "Have your bodyguards changed cars?"

Roshman shook his head: "It's possible, but this one is absolutely not. Pingqi is not the first choice for covert tracking protection."

"Where did you learn that?"

Roshman blinked: "I don't know either."

She was sure that she had never learned this knowledge, but for some reason, when she saw a brown car when she first went to the ballet theater, she immediately knew that it was to protect her...

at this time.

humming sound.

The black car that was at the same level suddenly accelerated and ran directly in front of their car, and then directly braked.

Mikaela narrowed her eyes, and directly removed the handbrake: "Fuck, what are you doing?"

Roshman's expression on the co-pilot became more and more wrong.

really.

Bang.

The bearded man in the co-pilot held a pistol in his hand and shouted at Mikaela in the driver's seat, "Get out of the car."

Michaela froze.

Robbery?

wrong.

kidnapping?

Mikaela subconsciously pressed the safety lock directly, then lowered her head and took out the phone from the bag to contact Lake.

The eyes of the bearded man outside were all straight.

Good guy, this is not taking our professional kidnappers seriously. The next second, the bearded man shot directly at the car window with a bang.

Click.

windows...

Not broken!

The bearded man blinked and looked at the husky man who came out with a submachine gun. Does Ford have bulletproof models?
This is a serious intelligence error.

Both the bearded man and the husky man were dumbfounded. Mikaela, who was taking out her mobile phone to make a call, thought of something when she saw the slightly cobwebbed car window.

Speaking of...

Her car was professionally customized by Michigan Ford, and it was just shipped from Michigan to New York last month.

this car...

Bulletproof.

　Poor old Mi, woo woo, still at work
　　
　
(End of this chapter)