Extraterrestrial parasite

The video was very simple. Through the surveillance at the entrance and exit of the highway, the target's escape direction was analyzed. It was in a small town only more than a hundred kilometers away from them. ?. .

"Well, I found it."

Putting down the phone, Shen Lang showed a slight smile on his face.

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After a few hours of driving, Britney sat in the passenger seat and fell into a deep sleep. Bernie, who was controlling the steering wheel, frowned and looked down at the map from time to time.

Four years ago, he came here once, but four years have passed, and the roads in some places have changed. He has to stop and look for maps to prevent himself from accidentally taking the wrong road.

"Click..."

The tire rolled over, crushing a branch, and entered the path next to the road, entering the dense woods next to it. There is a small town not far ahead, but Bernie has no intention of going in. His friend likes peace and quiet and has been living in the woods five or six kilometers away from the town. There he has a holiday villa built of logs and lives very comfortably. Be comfortable and comfortable.

Sure enough, not long after the car entered the trail, in the distance of the dense forest illuminated by the high beam, a villa built by the lake caught Bernie's sight. Bernie whistled unceremoniously, which not only frightened the animals around the woods, but also woke up Britney from her sleep.

"What's wrong?"

Britney looked around, looking nervous.

"It's okay, we're here."

As soon as he finished speaking. I saw the door of the villa in the distance open, and a strong man wearing blue overalls came out. Holding the huge shotgun in his hand, he yelled: "Fu, ck. Who is this guy who wants to die?"

"Cass, put your gun down, it's me."

Bernie got out of the car, raised his hands and said, "Is this how you welcome your friends?"

"Bernie? It's you damn guy...why do you have time to come to my place?"

The strong man Cass held a cigar in his mouth and raised his head to look at the dark moon in the sky: "Is it still at night?"

"Well, I thought we hadn't seen each other in four years. You were going to welcome me with a beer."

walk over. After lightly punching Cass on the chest, Bernie said helplessly: "Luckily you haven't pointed your little Noni at my head yet."

"No, I was going to blow your head off in the next second."

Cass waved the Remington 7 in his hand, "If your voice hadn't been the same as before, I might have been picking up the body for you right now." "Well, who is that woman?"

Bernie turned around and saw that it was Britney who also got out of the car, "My ex-wife."

"your wife?"

Cass muttered, and Bernie heard clearly. One of the sentences was "Why are the breasts so small?"

"Okay, Cas, I'm in trouble."

Bernie's serious words made Cass put away the Remington 7 in his hand, opened the door and said: "If something can make you feel troublesome, then I also want to hear what's going on."

The two followed Cass into the log villa, and the interior decoration of the house was exposed to their eyes.

Different from ordinary villas, the interior decoration of this villa in the mountains and forests is more simple. There are no excessive luxury decorations or precious furniture, just a simple burning fireplace, a worn sofa, and Some photos hanging on the wall.

"Sit down, would you like something to drink?"

Putting the shotgun on the table, Cass stubbed out his cigar and asked over his shoulder.

“Just two cups of coffee will do.”

"Sorry, I don't have any coffee here."…

"milk?"

"No."

"lemonade?"

"nor."

"Then what do you have here?"

"Already cold hot water."

Bernie lay on the sofa, rubbed his temples, and sighed: "Forget it, I'm not thirsty. Please sit down and listen to me."

"Of course, of course, but are you sure you don't want a top-notch canary?"

Cass took out two brown cigars from the box, threw one to Bernie, and lit another one himself.

"Cass, I'm in trouble."

Bernie held the cigar but did not light it. He solemnly said: "It seems that I really need your help this time."

"etc."

Cass stretched out his hand to stop Bernie from continuing to speak, "Let me guess, oh, I understand, you couldn't stand your fat pig boss, so you killed him? That's really troublesome, I don’t want to go against the FBI.”

"……Roughly the same."

Bernie sighed.

Unexpectedly, his expression made Cass open his mouth in surprise, so much so that the cigar fell out of his mouth without even realizing it, "Bernie, my God, you can't really kill him." Your boss? I was joking just now."

"It's about as serious as it gets."

Bernie was distressed, but patiently told Cass what happened.

Ten minutes later, Cass, who learned everything that happened, looked at the sleepy Britney in surprise and muttered: "This woman must be sent by God to torture and test you."

"Anyway, that's my problem, Cass, and I need your help."

"My friend, it's not that I won't help you." Cass scratched his head in distress: "But what help can I give you?"

"I'm going back to Los Angeles to re-investigate the Frost Consortium. I'm no longer suitable for appearing in Los Angeles. The branch, well, the FBI is definitely searching me."

"You want to go back to Los Angeles?"

Cass almost jumped out of his chair: "You don't want to live anymore?"

"Then what's your opinion?" Bernie avoided answering and asked.

"Dude. From my point of view, you should leave the United States as soon as possible. I have a few friends who do this kind of thing. They will send you to Mexico, and once you get there, you can go wherever you want."

"No, no need."

Bernie suddenly turned his head to look at Britney who was sleeping, and said in a slower voice: "I must go back to Los Angeles, but Britney. I want to ask you a favor. Send her out."

"You really think so?"

As if he knew his friend's character, Cass didn't try to persuade him any more, "You bastard, you actually had the heart to drag me into the water. I saved you once back then."

"But I let you go twice."

Bernie retorted.

"..." Cass choked, and finally said helplessly: "After I pay off your debt this time, I don't want to see you again."

"Do you have anyone here who can take advantage of you?"

Bernie asked, standing up.

"certainly."

Cass picked up the shotgun on the table, led Bernie to the other side of the room, and pulled back the wooden boards on the floor, revealing the dark basement.

Cass turned on the flashlight and walked ahead, and Bernie followed closely. After a while, the lights in the basement came on.

The size of this basement is about the same as the basement of an average American house. However, the items stored inside are by no means piles of unused groceries and furniture, but rather a firearms museum that is hung in rows on the wall and can almost be taken out for display.

There are all famous assault rifles such as AK47, M16, G36, AUG, FNC, etc., not to mention pistols and sniper rifles. Cass even has a unique collection of sniper rifle sights.

"Haha, what do you want? Let me guess, um, do you want this a**aw-d83?"

Cass said as he pulled out a rocket launcher from under the table.

"I still have m7a3 here..."

Bernie picked up an M1911 on the display stand, popped out the magazine and looked at it. The magazine was filled with yellow bullets, emitting a cold and frightening light.

"Cass, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night if you pile up so many arms here?"

"Why can't you sleep?"

Putting down the bazooka, Cass said in confusion.

"If there is a spark here... I'm worried that you will be blown to Mars."

"Haha, with my management here, there won't be any accidents like that."

Cass didn't take Bernie's words seriously. The weapons he had here were increasing every year, and there were no real accidents. It had always been very safe.

"Okay, Bernie, choose your weapons. We'll set off tomorrow. Well, first send your woman to the smuggler, and then we'll go to Los Angeles."

After discussing the plan for tomorrow, Bernie chose two m1911s. Naturally, he had to give up the rest of the assault rifles and sniper rifles. He went to Los Angeles, not to Syria.

After choosing the weapon, he returned to the living room from the basement. Cass got some food for Bernie and polished his shotgun with interest.

Bernie knew that Cass loved weapons more than he loved himself at some point, so he wasn't surprised by this. He put a blanket over Britney and lay down on Cass' big bed without ceremony. Close your eyes and rest.

I don’t know how long it took, but Cass gently patted Bernie on the shoulder, waking him up from his sleep.

"Speak softly, a group of strange friends are coming outside."

After taking the gun handed over by Cass, Bernie's eyes calmed down and he checked the condition of the gun. He pulled it with a "click" and heard a crisp sound when the gun was successfully loaded.

"Several people?"

Bernie lowered his figure and came to the living room with Cass.

"Two cars, estimated to be at least eight people."

They lowered their heads and approached the edge of the window, then carefully looked out the window. The two people immediately saw that there were indeed two SUVs stopped in the grass dozens of meters away from the window, and one after another heavily armed personnel got out of the vehicles.

"Not the police, not the FBI..."

Bernie murmured softly.

"Well, luckily it's not those National Guard wimps either."

Cass licked his tongue, grabbed the awp, and wondered whether to shoot the opponent immediately.

Unfortunately, Cass's thoughts only lasted for less than a second before Bernie suddenly put his hand on his head and let it hang down.

"Snapped."

The window glass shattered, and the flying fragments fell on their heads. )