Battlefield Contractor

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

He straightened up suddenly and looked at the man coming out of the bedroom. The eyes were full of doubts, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

"Naturally came in. I have to say, make secret notes on the doorknob, and clip inconspicuous markers in the cracks of the door. These techniques are quite old-fashioned." Lin Rui walked over from the bedroom door and sat on his side. before.

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

There is a little cash in it. You'd better take these and leave immediately. There is nothing valuable in the room. I think you must have seen it. "

"Pretending to be alike. It is indeed a little panicked, but unfortunately I am not a robber. You are not a person who will be robbed by a robber."

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

It's a pity that I know your details better than anyone. George Smith, former member of the Special Forces. Participated in battles, wounded, and won the Purple Heart Medal.

Six years ago, because of his outstanding performance, he was absorbed by an action department of the CIA. At least the official record is like this.

But in fact, you are a member of the secret agency organization. After many assessments, you were determined to be recruited as a CIA agent.

Afterwards, your personal development went smoothly. Of course, this is inseparable from the assistance of the secret society organization. You are an undercover they cultivated.

I'm all right, right? Mr. George. Lin Rui walked up to him and sat on the sofa.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. If you don't leave again, I will call the police." George went to the side of the phone and shouted sharply.

"Mr. George doesn't need to be like this. I know you don't really want to call the police, but there is a gun hidden in the drawer behind this old telephone.

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

George's eyes gradually became cold.

Before he could speak, Lin Rui took out two more pistols, "This one is under the bed and the other one was found in the kitchen. Being an agent is really fun. 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 men." Lin Rui said slowly, "I'm here to settle the account with you."

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

But the day before yesterday, I was not in the base. I have a field mission, someone can prove it. "

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

Testify to each other, all the details are correct, and it is impeccable. Lin Rui looked at him, "But in fact that person is your accomplice." You did the hospital affairs together.

You planned your alibi in advance, and then testified to each other after you finished it. Am i right? "

George's face darkened, "You are not in the game, and the three people I killed are not in the game. Who are you?"

"I'm the one who wants your life. Actually, you can make your friend die more comfortable. Someone gave me a bottle of medicine just a few hours ago.

Just after taking that medicine, he would die within ten minutes, even if he was sent to the hospital on the spot. After being sent to the hospital, you will think you died of a myocardial infarction.

To be honest, your CIA has a lot of methods, and they are also very useful in terms of killing people. If you don't touch my people, maybe I will let you die a little easier.

But now, my **** changed my mind. I want you to die miserably. "Lin Rui slowly frustrated his nails with a nail clipper, with a relaxed expression.

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

"Don't be funny, you don't dare to shoot at all. Because you are afraid that the gunfire will attract attention and you will not have time to escape.

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

Otherwise, when I first appeared, you had a chance to shoot. "Lin Rui took his time slowly.

George slowly put the gun on the table and sneered, "You are right. However, I don't just use a gun to kill people. People like me can kill people silently and silently.

The training I received is what allowed me to do this. "

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

"Japanese-style knives, I heard that some special forces have trained this." Lin Rui nodded, "My team members should also be killed by your knife."

George put the short knife in his hand across his elbow without saying a word, and set aside his posture towards Lin Rui.

Lin Rui slowly closed the nail clipper in his hand, and held it in his hand, revealing the nail clipper, which was only three or four centimeters in length.

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

When Lin Rui backed away to dodge, George's foot stepped to catch up, and the Japanese-style short knife swept towards Lin Rui's throat fiercely.

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

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

With the effort of George tilting his head, the small file specially used for manicure has ripped a big hole from his brow bone to his forehead.

The blood was dripping from his forehead, and George was taken aback. The man moved so fast that he could not see clearly at all.

Without even feeling the pain, there was a big cut on the forehead.

But the small files for manicure are only small files after all, short and small, and the sharpness is extremely limited.

This little harm is nothing to George. He gritted his teeth, clenched the dagger in his hand, and continued to push towards Lin Rui.

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