Chapter 1406 1414 [Ireland: Death is like the wind, always with me]
In the alley near the base.
Ireland completed that handy task and quickly left the base.
On the way, he kept looking around at the hidden places. His face was calm, but he couldn't help but be alert in his heart - it's not that he was suspicious, but no matter who was reminded by a guy with a criminal record to "be careful on the road", his mood would probably change in a similar way.
However, despite being alert all the way, the surroundings were still very peaceful.
This made Ireland feel that maybe he was overthinking it.
But as a qualified cadre with both courage and wisdom, he did not let down his guard. He just relaxed a little, but he did not stop observing the surroundings.
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In this way, I came to the place where I hid my car.
Ireland walked over to the driver's seat and was about to open the door.
But at this moment, he paused, and a thought suddenly came to his mind: Should I check my car?
Ireland: “…” He hadn’t told anyone about his itinerary for today, so even if Uzo wanted to target him, it would be difficult for him to ambush him on the road.
But just now, Wu...the man in black wearing sunglasses and whose identity is tentatively determined, told him to "be careful on the road."
Therefore, compared to an ambush on the road, Ireland always felt that the possibility of Uzo tampering with his car seemed higher.
And if you think about it carefully, it was Gin and the others who left the base first.
Although Gin would not openly tamper with other cadres' cars near the organization's base, Uzo might not be the same - from the many rumors about this new cadre, he sounds like a complete madman who would do anything for his hobby.
Ireland didn't dare to be careless. He withdrew his hand that wanted to open the car door and was about to bend over to check.
But at this moment, there was a faint noise coming from the abandoned building next to it, as if someone was climbing the stairs.
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Ireland was stunned: This building has been abandoned for a long time. Even if there are homeless people living here, they would not be idle enough to climb the building late at night.
He felt something was wrong and raised his head warily.
But before I could see anything clearly, a bicycle suddenly screeched to a halt on the road next to me.
Ireland turned his head and tightened his fingers slightly - it turned out to be a policeman.
The patrolman got off his bike and looked at Ireland with a frown, as if he wanted to say something.
But soon, from his perspective, he seemed to notice something else. The patrolman looked up at the building and shouted in surprise: "Hey! What are you doing there? Come down immediately!"
Ireland: “…” Is there really someone up there?
This thought flashed through my mind, and the next moment, a scream suddenly came from upstairs, approaching rapidly.
"!" Ireland raised his head suddenly and saw a man falling from the roof, hitting him hard on the head. He was startled and broke into a cold sweat, and stepped back suddenly. The soles of the man's shoes brushed against his hair and fell on his face, causing painful wind.
Finally, the man landed on the roof of his car with a bang, and his legs dropped down and hit the window, creating a spider-web-like crack in the sturdy explosion-proof window.
There was dead silence.
During the years of the organization, Ireland has already caused countless deaths with his own hands.
But at this moment, death happened so close to him, and more importantly, it almost took him away with it. This made his throat roll, his fists clenched, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
The patrolman was completely shocked and staggered back a step: "How, how could this happen..."
Ireland came back to his senses because of the noise.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't stay here any longer - if he was taken to the Metropolitan Police Department, things would be troublesome. He had to leave the scene immediately while not many people saw him!
He happened to be at the bottom of the building at the time of the fall. From another perspective, this was a perfect alibi, at least proving that he was not the one who pushed the person down the building... Even if the police later thought his presence here was suspicious and wanted to find him for questioning, the intensity of the search would not be as great as arresting a murderer.
With this in mind, Ireland took a quick look at the areas of the vehicle most vulnerable to tampering while the patrolman was still in shock.
Not finding anything wrong, he pulled open the deformed door, got in, and started to leave.
The accelerator was gradually increased to maximum, the vehicle rushed out with a bang, and the body on the roof was thrown down and fell to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, Ireland calmly took out the gun hidden on his body, quickly installed the silencer, poked the muzzle of the gun through the crack of the car window, and pulled the trigger hard.
After a muffled explosion, he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the patrolman's head suddenly tilted back as if he had been hit hard and fell to the ground.
The vehicle sped away from the dimly lit street and soon disappeared into the night.
"I'm really sorry, but I don't want to attack the police unless it's necessary." His eyes were cruel and he whispered coldly, "If you want to blame someone, blame that Uzo. I'll send him to hell to accompany you soon."
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After the vehicle left, the street became quiet.
The patrolman who was "tragically shot in the head" hissed, covered his head, and sat up from the ground.
He was standing here just now, when suddenly a dark cloud-walking snow cat came running towards him along the wall, as fast as a black lightning.
With this natural protective color in the dark, the patrolman had to wait until the cat ran closer before he could barely detect its presence by relying on its four white paws.
The young patrolman was curious about when he developed a cat-attracting physique, and subconsciously reached out his hand to catch the cat that was running towards him enthusiastically.
Unexpectedly, the next second, a cold light flashed in the cat's eyes, and it mercilessly slapped him on the forehead with its claws.
The tiny cat actually contained a huge amount of kinetic energy, and the careless human fell backwards. When he came to his senses again, the suspicious car had already driven away.
The patrolman was stunned for a moment.
After a moment, he came to his senses and turned to look at the culprit cat: "Why did you bump into me!"
The cat crouched beside him with its paws together and looked up at him innocently, as if it didn't understand what he was saying.
After staring at each other for a while, the patrolman sighed helplessly: "..." Alas, why should he compete with a cat? The cat didn't do it on purpose, maybe a mosquito just passed by its forehead and the cat was hitting the mosquito.
He reached out and touched the cat's head.
After a few seconds, he suddenly remembered the important matter and looked in the direction of the fleeing vehicle: "Don't run!!"
However, when I looked over there, the road was empty and the car was completely gone.
"…Why is he running? He's obviously a victim too, so why does he really not want to give a statement? Is he some kind of wanted criminal on the run?"
The patrolman muttered to himself and looked at his phone.
After being knocked down, he remembered that he followed his instinct and pressed the shutter.
(End of this chapter)
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