"Who?" the dancer couldn't help but blurt out this sentence.

Who is this? What's the matter with me in the middle of the night? I'm just a part-time dancer and don't sell myself, so why is it constantly flowing tonight?

But as soon as he asked this, the dancer immediately noticed his mistake and looked at An Feng in shame. At this time, An Feng had quietly touched the door, standing against the wall, standing on the side of the door. He seemed to be ready to reach out to clear the door lock. When he heard the dancer's question, he turned his head and looked at the dancer in disappointment.

Everything is too late.

As soon as the dancer's answer fell, the door lock suddenly jumped. The outsider kicked the door uninterruptedly, and the door was knocked open. In the blink of an eye, a tall and thin man holding a shotgun jumped into the door. His muzzle was scanned around and he whispered to the person inside the house: "Don't move, don't move, I have a gun in my hand."

When the dancer heard the other party's shouting, he looked at the door with a sarcastic smile with confidence - there was also a man in her room. The man had two guns in his hand, one of hers, and the other one that the man carried with him. Both guns were loaded, and as long as he hooked his fingers... the gun in your hand would not be used.

However, as a result, the dancer was disappointed to see the man standing close to the door, as if he was about to open the door but was interrupted by the other party. Now his hands were empty, his face was full of fear, his whole body was shaking, his legs were like playing the pipa, his hands were raised high to surrender, and his lips were trembling, as if he could not speak out if he wanted mercy.

Disappointment, embarrassment, embarrassment... The dancer was so uncomfortable. At this time, the fear gradually spread to his heart, and she felt scared - it turned out that the man said, "There will be someone to come to find her." This is not intimidation, but a fact in front of him.

It turns out that the man was telling the truth

Well, that's it... this man is a little timid, no wonder he always speaks as gentle as water.

An Feng knew that someone would come to find a dancer. The killer squatted in Niuweizhou and monitored the mysterious woman on the ship. The mysterious woman was the transit point of the information channel, so it is inevitable that someone could find the dancer on his head.

There are fish, fish, shrimp, and shrimp, and An Feng has a way to find out the identity of the dancer, and the other party can do it.

There is no airtight wall, and there is no absolute secret to this information world.

The frightened dancer came back to his senses and trembled as An Feng. At this time, a man with glasses walked into the door. When he looked at it, An Feng thought it was Jobs who came in because he was wearing the German "Lenloa UU" that Jobs loved to wear. He was also tall and thin, with a morbid pink complexion. He was holding a Gruger pistol with a silencer in his hand, and a cold and cruel smile on his face.

At this time, the man holding a shotgun had adjusted his body, and the muzzle was shaking back and forth between An Feng and the woman. The man who had just entered the door saw that the situation was controlled, his face was a little proud, and he was a little arrogant that the whole world was under control. He walked into the door calmly, and suddenly his eyes were blurred, his head was confused, and his consciousness no longer existed, and all the memories at that time disappeared...

When he woke up, he felt pain all over his body, felt himself falling to the ground, his back was hard and buzzing with a gun. Under his butt, the man holding a shotgun was humming, and he could not say a word.

When he came to his senses, the man with glasses found that the brand-name glasses on the bridge of his nose were still intact, but for some reason, he became like this.

He moved his fingers and found that the gun in his hand was still there. So he resisted the severe pain and raised the gun to the smiling man at the door, revealing victory. He was surprised to find that in front of him, he was holding the gun in his hand, but just the remainder of the handle of a pistol.

He panicked, his eyes turned around and found that An Feng spread his palms at him. The upper part of the gun chamber, and the pistol holster seat was An Feng's palm. The magazine... The magazine was lying on the ground, the barrel was not far from his body, and the return spring on the barrel was still rolling underground, while the bullets that had already loaded on the barrel jumped on the ground and jumped all the way into the bed.

What happened just now?

The man holding the shotgun did not see clearly what had happened just now. He only knew: as soon as the man in glasses entered the door, he suddenly became a little unsteady and hit him with his back. He was afraid of hurting the other party by accident, so he had to release the trigger with his fingers and reach out to support the man in glasses. However, the force of the other party's impact was too strong. He was knocked to the ground. The butt of the shotgun rushed from his abdomen and hit his ribs hard. He felt that several of his ribs had been broken, and now... he was so painful that he couldn't speak.

There were four people in the room, only the dancer not far from the bed, and saw the whole process clearly: just after the man in glasses entered the door, when the man in glasses' body blocked between the muzzle of the shotgun and An Feng, An Feng suddenly rushed forward and gave the man in glasses a knife with a smile. The knife just slashed the side of the man in glasses' neck, causing the man in glasses' neck to bend into a very terrible angle. At the same time, An Feng lifted his knee, twisted his waist, and made a Muay Thai knee strike, so the man in glasses' body rose from the ground.

When the man with glasses flew into the air, the knife that An Feng shot out fell on the man with glasses. Then it seemed to be slow motion. The man with glasses flew back quickly. An Feng's hand seemed to twist, and the gun in the man with glasses suddenly became a bunch of parts disassembled. First, the magazine fell, the bullet loaded in the barrel of the gun flew out, and then the spring jumped up diagonally, and the holster jumped out...

Facing shotguns, except for the heroes in the movie who dare to resist, in real society, most people will choose to surrender. Because this thing is too powerful, the bullets in its gun chamber are filled with steel sand and steel bullets, which form a fan and spread around. There is no way to hide from this thing, because its bullet surface is too large and wide, and it is touched a little. In real society, a gangster once shotgun over and knocked a car to jump up.

With such power and such close distance, even if An Feng has the same weapon in his hand, he would not dare to fight against the other party.

As soon as the man holding a shotgun broke into the door, An Feng knew that he had accomplices. Because the door lock was not destroyed by a shotgun, and this man's voice was completely different from the knocker just now, so An Feng immediately chose to surrender. He hid the pistol faster than the thief's wallet, and tried to make a harmless humility and humility of humans and animals, and tried to shrink his body as much as possible, and surrender with both hands. In fact, this body-retraction action was to hold his chest and tighten his abdomen, tighten his abdominal muscles, and prepare for punching.

When the man with glasses entered the door, he walked calmly, and he walked in control and walked somewhere... The position he stood was so wonderful, his body just blocked the gun muzzle, An Feng couldn't help but feel moved... It's just that, even if there was an accomplice outside the door, he didn't care, his hands were too itchy, so let's talk about it later.

There was indeed an accomplice outside the door. When the man with glasses raised the handle of the gun at An Feng, the accomplice outside the door was rushing to the corridor with his tongue and staring at him, making a fierce expression to intimidate the residents who were looking around in the corridor. Hearing a sound in the room, he thought it was his companion who had hit someone because he heard a low moan, which was a kind of moaning of desire and a sob of sorrow and anger. His always arrogant companion would not be so low-key and subtle.

When the movement in the door subsided, the accomplices in the corridor felt strange. Why weren't their companions arrogant? He leaned out curiously and looked around for a moment. He found that the man with glasses who had always been smart and wise, somehow, pressed his body against his companions, holding a bald gun handle slightly aimed at the gate...

He was angry and funny. He was about to make a few jokes when he suddenly stretched out a hand behind the door and pinched his neck accurately. The hand squeezed hard, and his throat was about to break. The man in the corridor had taken a deep breath and was about to make a few jokes. This time, he deeply held his full joke into his throat, and his head was stunned...and then he knew nothing.

An Feng always stood close to the door, so when the man in glasses aimed at him, he seemed to be aiming at the gate. When An Feng pulled the person in the corridor into the door, he threw the person on the man in glasses. The remaining gun handle in the man in glasses' hand pierced deeply into the man's spine. Under the violent impact of this person, the frame of the man in glasses' glasses' frame finally shattered, the lenses pierced into his eyes, and a severe pain made the man in glasses' coma...

The three people attacked were folded into arhat shape in the room. An Feng stood at the door with an innocent look on his face, as if he was not him who had just taken action. He looked at the dancer, touched the fake beard on his lips with his hand, and urged calmly: "We have no time, pack up your things and prepare to escape."

The dancer was in a hurry to pack up his belongings. An Feng continued to stand by the door, listening to the movements in the corridor, without hearing any breathing sounds, only three of them came... He walked slowly to the three comatose people and curiously flipped their pockets.

The eyes man is a little richer, but he is only a little richer. The other two are poor people, with only hundreds of dollars in their wallets... It seems that they are shameless men who do not often tip.

The property in the wallet was thrown to the dancer, some cards, business cards, small pieces of paper, and other things. An Feng checked it and threw it away if he felt it was worthless. He put it in his pocket, especially the bank card.

After a while, the dancer had packed up. She handed the password book and the corresponding CD to An Feng. She was stumbled and wanted to say something. An Feng waved his hand, took the password book and CD, and urged: "Don't say anything. You go out and hide for three days first. After three days, everything will return to normal. Then, you treat everything today as a dream."

The dancer is a college student, and a student of Columbia University, an alumnus of An Feng. He worked part-time in a nightclub to earn tuition.

The dancer wanted to speak but stopped. She wanted to invite An Feng to walk with her and get An Feng's protection. But under An Feng's repeated urging, she had to give up this idea. She turned around and walked out of the apartment and disappeared into the darkness.

An Feng didn't stay in the house for long. After he entered the door, his hands almost touched anything in the room. After the dancer left, he carefully cleaned up the route he had been moving, and then turned around and left.

The dancer's door was broken, the door was half open, and there were three unconscious people lying on the ground. When all the voices subsided, a neighbor finally came over and looked around with fear. They immediately called the police, but when the police arrived, although there were still blood on the ground, the three people were gone, and the neighbors reported the case could not tell where the people were going. There was only the broken gate, indicating that what the neighbor said might be true.

After searching, the police found that the door lock was destroyed by three bullets, and there was still a disassembled pistol part left on the ground. After the police found all the parts, based on the ballistic judgment, this was the gun that shot the door lock. In the following days, they searched for the whereabouts of the dancer. After many days, they finally found the dancer, but the dancer was not willing to say anything...

An Feng did not stay outside the building, and he didn't care where the dancer went. He left the dancer's apartment in the dark, touched the dark side of Brooklyn, and then quietly left the neighborhood. After finding a quiet parking lot, An Feng opened the car glove box, took out the laptop from it, and then took out the fragments of the mobile phone from his pocket - this was the dancer's mobile phone.

After An Feng dismembered his phone, he put the mobile phone chip and memory card into his pocket. His hands were quick, and the dancer opposite did not notice his little movement. Of course, the police did not find any fragments of the mobile phone in the apartment. Because An Feng's fingerprints were on the fragments of the mobile phone, An Feng cleaned up everything when he left.

The mobile phone stores the dancer's communication records and friend's phone numbers. An Feng enters these numbers on the tracker and starts searching the signal tracks of these numbers.

He found that one of the phones remained active.

It was midnight and the phone was still moving, it was moving away from New York... An Feng noticed the movement of the phone and sighed softly.

The phone was moving along the train line, and it is very likely that the phone holder was fleeing New York by train, but the greater possibility was that someone hid it on the train luggage rack to lure the tracker away.

It seems too late to track down the past and search for helicopters.

An Feng checked the registered address of the mobile phone and the past active history. He started the car and quietly parked the car downstairs of the mobile phone holder.

Rosario is a very cautious person, but a person's home is the least guarded place for people. Even if he is as cautious as An Feng, the places he has lived often leave some flaws. Tonight, Rosario escaped in a panic and hurry, and there were some clues left in the room. In front of the careful An Feng, some of the concealment could not be hidden.

A broken ear belt was thrown into the trash can, which was the one passed by the dancer that night. It left Rosario's fingerprints - a person can have plastic surgery, but rarely re-carved fingerprints.

In the computer that Rosario discarded, although the motherboard was smashed and the hard drive had been removed, the broken memory stick could tell An Feng what the guy had done with the computer recently... Rosario didn't know this, it was terrible to be ignorant of his skills.

There were many details like this. After searching the room, An Feng returned to the car with the spoils and began to splice Rosario with his wisdom.

Rosario has paid credit card accounts online. Of course, he applied for a new credit card under a pseudonym - in addition to tipping, Americans rarely use cash transactions, because cash transactions are suspected of tax evasion, so many stores do not accept cash payments.

Rosario bought a mobile phone card with a credit card. Although he bought a lot of things to cover up at that time, An Feng still discovered the secret. Rosario had never enabled this new mobile phone card, and An Feng entered this number in the tracker.

The phone was turned on at 1 a.m. The location where you log in to the Internet happened to be near Rosario's home. It was estimated that Rosario turned on the new phone shortly after leaving home. Then he made several calls with this phone, probably sending a warning message, and then the phone went all the way to an apartment in Queens.

Some clues found in the apartment can confirm that Rosario was stranded in New York because he did not have time to take away the proof of withdrawal when he fled.

It is estimated that Rosario was suddenly exposed by the gang boss. At that time, he kept transferring the boss's money to a secret account, but in order not to attract the boss's attention, he hid the withdrawal password, identity certificate and other information of the account separately. After escaping, Rosario spent all his private savings around him, so he could only wander in New York, waiting to withdraw the withdrawal files.

It is hard to say whether Rosario is a person who values ​​love, but he has been in touch with his mistress. Perhaps the significance of maintaining this contact channel between the two parties is: once Rosario retrieves the secret withdrawal file, his mistress will help him escape quickly.

At this time, Rosario no longer trusted anyone. He was alone and helpless, and could only trust his mistress. So, after his mistress arranged the contact line for the dancer, Rosario disguised himself into the nightclub, and squatted beside the dancer as a bartender. He had to make his mistress rely on him, trust him, and support him, so he had to maintain the sweet words between the two.

An Feng went to look for the dancer today, and his appearance really alarmed Rosario, but Rosario was reluctant to give up his current hidden identity. Out of caution, he wanted to hide around for a few days, first look at the wind and listen to the movement, so he didn't hide far.

So, when he saw the muzzle under his nose, he knew: All concealment was useless.

"How did you do it?" In the darkness, Rosario couldn't see the person opposite. The person opposite had already put on a wire mesh head cover. He did not turn on the light, and he was hiding in the darkness. Now he sat sideways beside Rosario. He was sitting in a strange position. It seemed that the two of them were very close, but Rosario needed to bow and straighten his arms to get along with each other.

I don’t know who did the hands and feet, but Rosario now spread his hands and feet, lying on the bed in big words... Of course, do you still need to guess who did the hands and feet? But, he was tricked into this way, how could he not wake up?

The muzzle under his nose was very stable. Rosario was about to move, and he immediately felt the other party tense his hands holding the gun. It seemed that the other party would shoot without hesitation. Rosario quickly relaxed his body. The other party in the dark smiled and said calmly: "The body can also get a bounty - you are very smart, so you are alive now, don't challenge my bottom line."

Rosario understood that the other party's will was as firm as iron, and his determination to shoot was not affected by any external objects, and he did not care about his life or death at all.
Chapter completed!