my beauty world

Chapter 38 Take the initiative
In a vacation house on a small pier by the sea, Demona put the cash, documents, mobile phone and weapons that she had prepared long ago into the bag on her back, rummaged for a few keys, looked at her watch, wanted to make a call but held back .

It's not far from Custom Street, and the dense gunfire over there can be faintly heard.

Ronan attracts the helicopter and lets her escape.

Facing helicopters and snipers, what are the chances of Ronan surviving?
Demona didn't know, but she was willing to wait, at least until there was light in the sky.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door, and Demona took out her pistol, hid behind the wall by the door, and lowered her voice: "Who?"

A familiar voice came in: "Me!"

Demona opened the door and saw that Ronan was fine, she was relieved, and said in a nutshell: "It's fine, come with me!"

Panting heavily, Ronan took a bottle of water, unscrewed it, took a sip, and said, "Go first, and help me leave a way out."

"What are you going to do?" Demona asked.

Ronan drank a few more sips of water: "Solve the trouble!"

From the two pieces of information obtained from the soul fragments, it is not difficult to analyze that the man named Matt Grave is the person in charge of the CIA in Tijuana and even the entire US-Mexico border. , and new pursuits will come soon.

Matt Grave set a trap and wanted to kill him. Now that he has the chance, of course he will fight back!
Instead of being beaten passively, it is better to take the initiative to pull out this fang first!
The CIA lost its most important leader here, and it can also buy some time for escaping from Mexico.

Ronan didn't have time to say more, so he asked directly: "Have you got a weapon?"

Demona lifted a piece of tarpaulin to reveal the box inside, Ronan opened it, only a pistol and a dagger were in the box, found a dagger and buckled it on his belt, and took two Glocks, carrying as many magazines as possible .

Next, go to the building to fight.

Ronan nodded: "Okay."

"I contacted the boat. It's just outside the sea. There's a speedboat at the pier. I'll leave one for you." Demona pointed to the pier first, then took off the electronic watch and put it on Ronan's left wrist: "You If you can go back here and sail directly to the open sea, I have contacted a ship and will wait for you until dawn."

Ronan tidied up: "Six o'clock, if I don't arrive, you go."

Demona nodded: "Okay, six o'clock!"

Ronan went out, drove the car that came up, and drove north along the coastal road.

Demona put her bag on her back and went out, watched the car disappear into the night, turned around and walked towards the pier, got on the speedboat and started, leaving the coast of Tijuana.

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In the northwestern business district of Tijuana, near the Pacific Ocean, there is a three-story building with the nameplate of Winter Trading Company.

It was past two o'clock in the morning, the building was brightly lit, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Although there is strict discipline, the news of the failure of the operation still spreads internally.

When Matt Grave entered the small building, all discussions stopped immediately.

In the small building, except for a small number of security personnel, most of them are civilian and technical personnel.

They couldn't help but secretly looked at Matt Grave. The five operatives who followed him did not come back.

All died?
Matt Grave went up to the second floor and came to the big office, which was empty.

On the desk, the report written by Judy and waiting for his review was placed.

This is a report that put Ronan on the terrorist list, which was originally thought to be useless.

Therefore, there is no report for the time being.

Matt sits in a chair, on a nearby desk where Judy's laptop sits.

After the meeting before, they set off without much tidying up. When they left, Monroe and Judy were still discussing where to eat supper after the operation.

After getting up and closing the office door, Matt sat back in his chair and called Church.

"It was me, the operation failed. Scimitar, Monroe, Judy, John and Andre all died." Matt did not shirk his responsibility: "It is my responsibility, I seriously underestimated the target's strength!"

Without waiting for Church to answer, Matt said again: "Tomorrow morning, I will go to Langley with a report on Ronan, explain a series of issues, and I will take all responsibilities."

Church said: "I'm going back to Langley now." This is his old partner: "Your plan is fine, it's just an accident..."

Outside the wall of the small building, a car turned off its lights far away and drove over quietly.

The car was parked next to the wall. Ronan put on a hood, and easily climbed up to the top of the wall with the help of the car roof. After observing for a while, he jumped off the wall and walked towards the back door of the small building.

It's very quiet here, and no one can be seen.

The back door was locked tightly, Ronan unlocked it without much effort, and walked into the building.

Drip—drip—

The alarm sounded suddenly, and then there was a shout from inside the building: "There is an intruder! There is an intruder at the back door!"

Ronan was not surprised to be discovered, after all, this is the CIA's secret stronghold.

There were footsteps running towards this side, Ronan took out his pistol and hid in the corner.

Four men in security uniforms with pistols appeared.

Ronan hid in the dark and fired without hesitation. With the sound of gunshots, the four people had no time to react, and all of them were shot in the head.

"Go get the heavy firepower!" someone shouted.

Ronan stepped out, faster and more responsive than anyone else, and the hot bullets from the Glock pistol knocked down everyone who held the weapon.

The small building is not big, Luo Nan entered the hall, there are many civil servants here.

Ronan pointed his gun at them: "Put down your weapons and get out!"

Some people dropped their guns, some raised their hands, and hurried towards the gate.

Some people did not give up and quietly raised their guns.

With a twist of Ronan's hand, two shots exploded his head!

Blood and brains cleared the minds of these men.

Someone quietly opened the side rear door, Ronan drew a gun in his left hand, and shot through the wooden door with a bang, piercing the man's chest.

The man fell to the ground, and the gun fell out through the gap in the door.

"Get lost!" Ronan said, "I count to three!"

"One! Two..."

One by one the guns were thrown out, and the remaining ten people ran out frantically.

The wooden door next to it opened, and someone came out with their hands raised.

Ronan pointed a gun at him: "Matt Grave!"

The man didn't answer, he took a step into a dead corner to avoid the monitoring, stretched out one finger and pointed upwards, and then showed two more fingers.

Ronan understood: "Get lost!"

These are ordinary employees, usually discussing actions and talking and laughing happily, but when it comes to life and death decisions, most of them still choose to live.

As for the head upstairs...

How much is the salary for the first year, and how much are they paid for a year?

Those who are truly capable of action have been sent out tonight, and most of the rest are engaged in clerical or technical jobs.

Several security personnel died before they fired a shot.

Holding the gun in both hands, Ronan ran up the stairs to the second floor, changing directions repeatedly as he went.

There was no expected attack, and there seemed to be few people on the second floor.

Near the corner of the second floor, Ronan stopped suddenly.

Suddenly, he rushed out backwards, and a guard hiding at the corner had no time to move his gun down, but the muzzle raised by Ronan pierced through his head from bottom to top.

On the first floor, people ran out rumblingly, seeing the exploding heads of the security personnel on the ground, no one wanted to resist with weapons.

The calmness and superiority of acting recklessly in other countries disappeared in an instant.

Someone dared to go to the CIA compound in the United States to kill people!
This kind of accident, even Matt Grave didn't expect it.

Sitting in the office, he only has a standard M11 pistol.

The other weapons were all in the car when they came back.

He really didn't expect that even now it feels unreal, someone would dare to attack the CIA resident!

There were footsteps outside the office, and Church was asking on the phone, "Matt, what's going on, I heard gunshots."

Matt Grave put the microphone on the desk: "Church, if I can't go back, help me take care of Mary and Pete, thank you."

He stood up, hid behind the thick mahogany desk, pointed his pistol at the door, and took a deep breath.

The office door suddenly opened from the outside, Matt didn't even think about it, it was two shots with a bang bang.

But the door was empty, there was no one at all!

Matt kept his mind steady and shouted, "Ronan, is that you?"

No one answered.

He shouted again: "Come out! I am Matt Grave, the director of special operations of the CIA. All the actions against you are all planned by me! You want to kill people, come and kill me!"

The office lights flickered and went out.

As soon as the bright light disappeared, human eyes couldn't adapt to the darkness. Matt only saw a figure rushing in from the door, and immediately shot. His eyes were adapting to the darkness, and he could vaguely see blood spouting from the person's body!
So easy to solve?

At the same time that Matt shot, a figure flashed at the door of the office room, and the sound of Glock 22 gunshots sounded. Matt quickly lowered his head and hid behind the desk.

This sturdy hardwood desk is handgun-resistant at point-blank range.

Ronan held the gun in both hands, his left pistol was hanging down to one side, and he only shot with his right hand gun. He suppressed Matt and rushed into the office quickly.

Matt knew that this man was good at marksmanship, so he didn't dare to expose any part of his body.

Silently counting the gunshots, I heard the sound of the bullets falling to the ground.

Matt flashed from the side of the desk, ready to shoot.

As soon as the hand was exposed, there was a sharp pain in the palm of the hand at the same time as the sound of the Glock gun, and the gun and the broken finger all flew out!

The gun in Ronan's left hand fired again and again, and Matt could only retreat to protect himself.

(End of this chapter)