Battlefield Contract Worker

In the safe house in Las Vegas, Lin Rui held a piece of paper in his hand and frowned, "Is it all on this?"

"Yes, this is a private jet that has applied for a flight route but has not yet taken off in the past few days." Crystal nodded, "And I and the actuary have already seen it, and there is nothing unusual. These private jets It's almost impossible for everyone on the plane to have an intersection with Liszt and Whitman. These people have different backgrounds, but they are definitely not related to the two of them."

"Maybe he and Ben don't need to know the owner, they just need to borrow one of the planes." Yelena frowned.

"You mean. They tried to hijack one of the private jets?" Masaki frowned.

"Yes, if they still have accomplices, they are fully capable of doing so." Crystal nodded.

"Hijacked a completely unrelated private plane, and it has already applied for a flight route. Then they can be one step ahead to safely evacuate before facing a large-scale roundup." Jiangishi nodded.

"But with so many private jets, which one will they choose?" Crazy Horse frowned.

"The first choice is to leave the United States. If it is revealed that they have stolen the Pandora plan, they will not be safe anywhere in the United States. The safest way is to leave the United States. So the plane they chose should be planned to leave the United States. Maybe it's going to Mexico, maybe it's going to a certain country in South America, it's impossible to stay in the United States anyway." Kishi immediately responded.

Lin Rui looked down at the piece of paper and said in a low voice, "It seems that we finally got a little bit of a head start. But time is running out. The plane will depart tomorrow morning and fly to Colombia. There's no time to rest. , we have to start preparing immediately, and maybe we can get the situation back."

The early morning sun shines on McCarran International Airport, an area full of private jets. Las Vegas is a place where the real rich spend their money on private jets. The airport has also opened up a special parking location for these super rich people.

A small business jet was inconspicuous among them, they were scheduled to fly to Colombia, and they had already made preparations for take-off. But the passengers were still late, and it was less than an hour before the departure time.

When the captain was about to ask if there was any change in today's itinerary, the boss had already called to inform him that the itinerary would remain unchanged. But the boss is going to play Las Vegas Astor for a few more days and won't leave for the time being. But he has several guests who need to be sent to Colombia, so the itinerary remains the same.

When the captain was helpless, several people had already boarded the plane. One of the young Asians looked at him and smiled, "Mr. Captain? I just had a phone call with your boss. You must have received the notification that we are coming, right?"

"Uh, yes. Is that just the two of you?" the captain asked hesitantly.

"Yes." Lin Rui smiled and turned his head to wink at the team members, who also sat down with a smile. I saw that these people were men and women, and they were well-dressed, and there were several bodyguards standing beside them. The captain thought they were the friends his boss asked to send away. He greeted them with a smile. But he didn't forget to check with his boss.

After the confirmation was correct, the captain said to Lin Rui, "Sir, it's not time for takeoff yet, we may have to wait for a while."

"It doesn't matter, I can understand." Lin Rui smiled slightly. Sergey whispered in his ear, "Boss, how did you convince the owner of this plane."

"We told him that his private jet would be attacked. You know, the richer you are, the more afraid of death." Jiangan smiled slightly.

"You told him directly, so he won't call the police?" Sergey said in surprise.

"Don't worry, Crystal has already warned him. Besides, they are very smart and know the depths." Lin Rui whispered, "What we have to do now is to wait patiently and try to catch Liszt and Whitman. Come out. They must be watching around now."

"Boss, will they not come?" Sergey frowned.

"They think they have been exposed now, but they are not sure whether they have alerted the CIA. So they must be eager to leave, and this is the best way, so it is impossible for them not to show up." Jiangishi whispered.

But to their surprise, time passed by and neither Liszt nor Whitman appeared. Is your judgment wrong? Lin Rui frowned slightly.

If they really don't show up, do they really have to follow the plane to South America? Lin Rui felt that now he felt a little more difficult to ride a tiger. What the **** are these two **** agents thinking?

The time is very close to the take-off time, and even the calm Jiangan is a little hesitant. He whispered to Lin Rui, "What should I do?"

"Do nothing, continue to wait." Lin Rui whispered, "This is the best way for them to evacuate. I don't believe they won't show up."

Snake Eyes sat on the side of the cabin and looked outside and said, "It seems that an airport car is coming."

"Car?" Lin Rui frowned.

"It seems to be an airport car. Several people inside are wearing work clothes and holding toolboxes." Snake Eyes whispered. Lin Rui also opened a corner of the curtain and looked out. "It's the first time I've seen such a sophisticated toolbox from someone~www.readwn.com~ It looks like a multi-layered Kevlar material with an anti-collision design. Guess what's inside?"

"This is still a guess, it must be the stolen materials." Crazy Horse whispered.

"It seems that they finally can't hold their breath." Lin Rui smiled slightly. "Are you all ready?"

"As soon as they come up, I will show them a good look. That **** spy almost killed me at the MGM Grand!" Sergey gritted his teeth.

"Relax, don't panic. They will definitely find excuses and try to get on the plane to check." Lin Rui whispered, "Be careful, don't let them run away. These people used to be professional agents, very Be alert and respond very quickly.”

The team members all nodded and pretended to talk nonchalantly. Sergey, Sandro and the others were drinking wine and playing cards by the bar in the cabin.

Lin Rui turned his head out of the window, reflected light through the glass of the cabin window, and observed the people who were gradually approaching. He had already seen the facial contours of those people, and the black man walking in front was indeed the Whitman they had been chasing before. Among the two people who followed, there was a person whose figure was similar to that of Liszt.