A Weird Theater That Started In London

The screen is played frame by frame.

A distorted black shadow appeared on the computer screen. Seeing this, the technician slowed down again, and the black shadow became clearer.

The female doctor Nora could vaguely see that it was a giant. He carried the coffin and lifted it up, and then flew away at a speed that was difficult for cameras to capture.

Seeing this, the technician couldn't help frowning.

The speed of Sombra is too fast. Even at the slowest speed, he still can't see the face and clothing details clearly. He only knows that his body is almost as long as the coffin, giving people a feeling that that thing is tailor-made for it. a feeling of.

Impossible. The box weighs more than two hundred kilograms. There is nothing to lift it away.

Dr. Eve felt that his world view was collapsing, so he couldn't help murmuring.

On the other hand, Nora closed her eyes, constantly recalling what the mysterious old man had said.

After a moment she said:

Yves, do you still remember what that old gentleman said? If you have a coffin in your hands, you can still control him. After speaking, Nora pointed to the black shadow on the screen with a tangled expression: He!

The technician couldn't understand what the two were talking about, and was both terrified and curious in his heart.

At this moment, no one knew what was going on in Dr. Eve's mind. He stared at the screen in a daze, and after a few seconds, he turned around and said, This monitoring was just thirteen minutes ago, and the coffin should still be at the airport.

Immediately afterwards, Ivor took out his mobile phone and urgently contacted his other partner, Fat Jim.

After receiving the information, Jim immediately rushed to the periphery of the airport, commanded the SWAT team to block the scene, and set up a card check on the main garage door to prevent all vehicles that could accommodate the coffin from passing.

Okay, everyone's attention, no large vehicles are allowed without my approval.

Following an order, dozens of special policemen began to block the road, leading police dogs to guard the only exit.

At this time, Dr. Eve was betting that the ghost would not be able to fly out of the airport, and would need a car to leave.

In fact, he was right.

Area A of the underground parking lot.

The place is full of utility vehicles, most of them belonging to the CDC.

A Mexican guy with a short cut was holding a flashlight in his mouth, and was counting money in the dark compartment. A stack of Franklins totaled as much as two thousand.

His name is Gus, and he just got out of prison some time ago. He wanted to find a job to support his mother, but tonight, a mysterious man in a suit came to him again.

That bitch always had a hypocritical smile, half threat, half lure, first offering to help expunge his brother's criminal record and solve his mother's visa expiration problem.

Then, he declared that this was the last time he was asked to do something, and after this task was completed, he would no longer contact him.

Until now, Gus still can't figure out why those powerful bigwigs insist on threatening a small person. Not only that, but the task to be performed right now is really too difficult.

Because, trying to get a car from a heavily guarded international airport is tantamount to nonsense.

Damn bitch!

Why is someone responding, why calm down, when I am 007?

Gus cursed a few words in a low voice, put the special CDC pass on the front windshield, then started the vehicle and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

In the process, he turned around and glanced at the back seat, where there was a solid wooden coffin with countless monsters carved on it.

Smuggling antiques?

A thought came to Gus's mind.

The next moment, he retracted his gaze.

According to the three agreements set in advance, that is, no inspection of goods, no parking halfway, and crossing the river before sunrise, no matter how curious you are, you can't look at this thing.

As much as he hated to admit it, the truth was that Gus was terrified of his employer. He was worried that the guy in the white suit would do something to his mother.

Almost at the same time.

Lu Li found an excuse to leave the murder scene, followed the smell of blood and rushed to the public parking garage, just in time to find a white van driving away.

The murderer sits on it!

Without hesitation, Lu Li immediately found his car, opened the door and got in——

Quickly put into gear, step on the accelerator to back out of the parking area, and the movements are extremely skillful.

Compared with the van driven by the other party, the small police pickup is lighter and faster to accelerate and shift gears.

In less than two minutes, he overtook the white Nissan and kept a distance of fifteen meters from it.

However, Lu Li didn't put on the warning light, nor did he take out the horn to warn the other party to stop. He wanted to know why the other party was so confident, or in other words, which staff members became the ghosts.

Periphery of the international airport.

Stop and be inspected!

The special police team members with live ammunition led the police dogs and carried out their tasks without compromise.

The driver of a small car needs to show his work permit, indicate his whereabouts, and only after confirming that it is correct can he leave; while a large vehicle not only needs to complete the above two procedures, but also has to get out of the car to be searched.

After seeing this situation, Gus hung up the work card with a blank face, and kept rubbing the handle of the gun with his right hand. Now, he can only place his hope on the unidentified respondent.

At the same time, two special police officers came around, one of them led the police dog, while the other walked to the side of the cab, pointed to an open space and said, Stop there, sir, I'll be right over.

There are special police everywhere.

Gus, who had a ghost in his heart, suppressed his impulse, silently put away his pistol, and then drove to the designated area.

However, after leaving the sight of the special police, he still couldn't bear the pressure in his heart, and cursed in a low voice: Xie Te! Xie Te! Xie Te!

You can see everything.

At this moment, Lu Li turned off the engine and parked the car, leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, staring at the Nissan in front of him that was transporting the murderer.

Who is the inner ghost?

A member of the Port Authority SWAT team, or someone else?

Not long after, a SWAT team member with [PAPD] printed on his tactical vest walked over.

Due to the angle, through the side view mirror of the Nissan car, Lu Li saw a man with a short hair. He was sitting in the driver's seat, and suddenly turned sideways, as if he was touching something.

Sir, work permit and entry and exit permit.

At this time, the special police team members played flashlights to illuminate the dim cab.

Gus held the gun in his right hand and hid it behind his waist. At the same time, he took out the ID card prepared by the employer with his left hand and handed it over: Man, this situation...is crazy, what happened?

It's a pity that the special police ignored his accusation and lowered their heads to carefully check the authenticity of the documents.

Seeing this, Gus smiled unabated, and took out another ID card with a mysterious pattern printed on it.

Joint token!

Lu Li, who had been paying attention to the situation, regained his energy in an instant.

What do you mean by giving me this?

get off!

There was a loud shout.

Immediately afterwards, several special police officers surrounded him.

Gus's face was ashen.