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"Welcome back." A voice almost made George jump off the sofa.

He stood up suddenly and looked at the man who came out of the bedroom. His eyes were full of doubts, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

"Naturally, he walked in. I have to say, make a secret note on the doorknob, and put inconspicuous markers in the crack of the door. These techniques are quite old-fashioned." Lin Rui came from the bedroom door and sat on his before.

George's expression instantly became flustered, and he immediately picked up his handbag. Hands over, "No matter who you are, what do you want? Take something, you'd better leave right away. Don't hurt me, I know, all you want is money.

There's a little cash in here, you'd better take these and leave right away, there's nothing of value in the room, and I'm sure you've seen it. "

"It's very similar. It's really a little panic, but unfortunately I'm not a robber. You're not a person who will be robbed by a robber."

Mr. George, you are in trouble. And it's a big hassle. "Lin Rui looked at him," Deliberately pretending to be cowardly and letting the other party relax their vigilance is also the old way.

It's a pity that I know more about you than anyone else. George Smith, former Special Forces member. Participated in battles, suffered injuries, and received a Purple Heart.

He was hired by a CIA operations unit six years ago for his outstanding performance. At least that's the official record.

But in fact, you are a member of the secret society organization, and after many examinations, you are determined to be recruited as a CIA agent.

After that, your personal development went smoothly, of course, this is inseparable from the assistance of the secret society organization. You are an undercover agent that they raised.

I said all this right? Mr George. Lin Rui walked up to him and sat on the sofa.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. If you don't leave, I'll call the police." George walked to the phone and shouted sharply.

"Mr. George doesn't have to. I know you don't really want to call the police, it's just that there's a gun hidden in the back drawer of this old telephone.

A Glock automatic pistol specially issued by CIA agents. The Glock 23 pistol is a compact pistol that is basically standard for field agents. It can be well hidden and has a large-capacity magazine. After Lin Rui finished speaking, he put a Glock pistol on the table.

George's eyes gradually turned cold.

Before he could speak, Lin Rui took out two more pistols, "This one was placed under the bed, and the other was found in the kitchen. It's really interesting to be an agent, you have to hide your guns in the kitchen. ."

Seeing the mocking smile at the corner of Lin Rui's mouth, George finally couldn't hold back. He stared at Lin Rui and asked, "Who are you?"

"The day before yesterday, in the ward of the base hospital, you killed three of my subordinates." Lin Rui said slowly, "I came to settle the bill with you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." George shook his head, "My information is confidential. If you can access my information, it means that you are also in the bureau.

But the day before yesterday, I wasn't at the base. I have a field assignment, someone can certify. "

"I know. That person is a member of the Global Response Team, an expert in explosives handling. It is said that a suspected terrorist is making a bomb. So you go out on the field with this explosives expert.

Testimony to each other, all the details are correct, and it is absolutely impeccable. Lin Rui looked at him, "But in fact that person is your accomplice. The hospital thing was done together by you.

You have planned your alibi in advance, and after you are done, testify against each other. Am i right? "

George's face darkened, "You are not in the bureau, nor are the three people I killed. Who are you?"

"I'm the one who will kill you. Actually you can make your friend's death more comfortable. Someone gave me a bottle of medicine just a few hours ago.

Even if he took that medicine, he would die within ten minutes, even if he was sent to the hospital on the spot. When you arrive at the hospital, you will think you died of a myocardial infarction.

To be honest, your CIA has a lot of tricks, and in terms of killing people, they are quite effective. If you didn't touch me, maybe I'd make your death a little easier.

But now, I **** changed my mind. I'm going to let you die miserably. "Lin Rui used a nail clipper to slowly smash his nails, with a very relaxed expression.

"It looks like you missed a good opportunity, and I'm 100% sure that you will regret your decision." After George finished speaking, he drew a pistol from his waist.

"Don't be funny, you didn't dare to shoot. You didn't have time to escape because you were afraid that the sound of the gun would attract attention.

Because what you have done has been exposed, and now if you want to live, you have to leave silently and disappear completely.

Otherwise, when I first showed up, you had a chance to shoot. "Lin Rui took it slow.

George slowly put the gun on the table and sneered, "You're right. However, I don't only use guns to kill people. People like me have many ways to kill people silently.

I was trained to do this. "

After speaking, he slowly took out a knife, which was a sharp short knife.

"Japanese-style daggers, I heard that some special forces have specially trained this." Lin Rui nodded, "My team members should also have died under your sword."

Without a word, George put the short knife in his hand across his elbow, and took a stance towards Lin Rui.

Lin Rui slowly closed the nail clipper in his hand and held it in his hand, revealing a small file of only three or four centimeters on the nail clipper.

George stepped forward, the short knife in his hand turned into a cold light, and a quick and accurate knife stabbed Lin Rui's abdomen.

When Lin Rui stepped back and dodged ~www.readwn.com~ George took a step forward to catch up, and the Japanese knife swept towards Lin Rui's throat fiercely.

But almost at the same time, Lin Rui suddenly reached out and patted the crook of George's arm, blocking George's knife.

Then Lin Rui stepped up suddenly, and the small file for manicure in his hand poked hard at George's eye socket.

When George tilted his head, the small file specially used for manicures had already torn a large gap from his brow bone to his forehead.

Blood dripped from his forehead, and George was taken aback. The man was moving so fast that he couldn't see clearly at all.

Without even feeling pain, a large wound was cut on his forehead.

But the small file for manicure is just a small file after all, short and small, and its sharpness is extremely limited.

This little injury is nothing to George. He gritted his teeth, clenched the dagger in his hand, and continued to force Lin Rui over.

Lin Rui's eyes were still cold when he looked at him.