my beauty world

Chapter 39 The only way to survive

However, at a distance of six or seven meters, facing a gunman with extremely accurate marksmanship, even if Matt has rich experience and strength, he is helpless at the moment.

His physical body is not yet capable of resisting bullets.

Ronan moved extremely quickly, and while maintaining his suppression, he had already turned to the side of the desk.

Matt Grave did not accept his fate, he had already taken out a dagger from the drawer, and was waiting for this moment.

With a bang, the dagger was thrown out!

But compared to the throwing knife thrown by the scimitar, it was worse.

While Ronan dodged easily, the Glock with his left hand fired consecutively, with four shots bang bang bang bang.

There is no nonsense, just hit the vital point!
The first two shots hit the target's larger chest, while the last two hit the head.

At such a close distance, Matt Grave couldn't hide.

Fearing that he would encounter a situation similar to a vampire or a werewolf again, Ronan fired all the remaining bullets in the magazine.

Matt Grave fell to the ground, too dead to die.

After replacing the magazine with a new one, Ronan turned on his spirit vision, saw a red halo, turned his left hand, the halo flashed, and entered the book of control.

Soul fragments +8!

Information flashed through my mind.

Lockpicking Master: This capable agent was most proficient at picking locks and stealing important items when he was young. Give him a few simple tools, and he can open most safes in the world.

The lockpicking skills obtained before can only open some door locks and car locks, and Matt Grave directly gave it a master level.

In the future, if you have no money to spend, go steal the safe of a big drug lord?

buzzing-

Ronan went to search for Matt Grave. The phone in his inner pocket suddenly vibrated. When he took it out, a name appeared on the screen of the phone—Church!
After connecting the phone, press the hands-free button, put it on the desk, and the bright light of the screen showed Ronan a paper report.

A voice said: "Matt! Matt! Are you still there?"

Ronan had heard this voice before, and had called several times. It was Church, the Hound's most trusted old comrade-in-arms.

Just now Church heard gunshots through the phone, but later the phone here was broken, and there was no gunfire, so he waited for a while before calling Matt's cell phone.

With the light of the phone, Ronan saw the document clearly. This is the report that Matt Grave is going to submit to the higher level. The main content is to put him on the list of terrorists!
Ronan turned his gun and wanted to shoot Matt Grave two more times, but finally held back.

Although his personality is restrained, he also has moments of intense emotion, otherwise he would not have chased him all the way.

Everyone is dead, there is no need to flog the corpse.

Ronan shook his head. Isn't the CIA and the country behind it always like this?

Church on the phone seemed to realize something, and suddenly said, "Ronan, is that you?"

Ronan looked out the window first, and said softly, "Hello, Church."

Church quickly said: "If Matt is still alive, don't kill him."

Ronan ignored him, saw the laptop in the memory information, took it and opened it quickly, found the locator in the memory information and threw it away.

Church said, "Listen, Ronan, calm down! Save Matt!"

At this time, Church still wanted to save his old partner's life: "If you don't kill Matt, you still have a choice. If you kill him, you will be a shady rat for the rest of your life!"

"Choice?" Ronan couldn't help but said, "Church, when I chose to believe in you, did you ever give me a choice?"

Church was afraid of angering Ronan: "Keep calm, okay? Ronan, hear me, you have a choice!"

Ronan seldom argues with people verbally, but in the end he was no match for the CIA's shameless face. He said, "Choose to let Ian Sommers kill me? Choose to let the CIA get rid of me?"

"That's all in the past, let's look forward." Church evaded the important thing: "You have a choice now! Ronan, join the CIA and become one of our people. I'll keep you safe!"

Ronan thought of werewolves and other killers: "Be a shady killer? Then do dirty work for you, and eliminate people you think deserve to die?"

Church said: "Ronan, you have no other choice! This is the only way to survive..."

Ronan didn't bother to say any more, hung up the phone, threw it away, replaced the magazine, made another shot, and smashed it into a pile of broken parts.

"I would rather choose to flee than cooperate with you!"

He is not stupid, how could he believe what Church said.

I found a backpack, loaded it with a laptop, and carefully searched Matt Grave's desk drawer. As expected, I found a pile of FBI and DEA certificates and badges, and put them all in the bag.

Seeing a bar and a wine cabinet not far away, Ronan went over and smashed whiskey and vodka in various places in the big office, lit a fire, went downstairs with a gun, and harvested soul fragments by the way.

The rest of the people had already run away.

Luo Nan returned the same way, took a few steps to run up the wall, got off into the car, and drove away quickly.

It took only six or seven minutes. With the usual speed of the Tijuana police, it is estimated that the duty officer has not even come out of the office.

He might even wait until the US consulate called before going out.

Turning around to look, the fire on the second floor was burning, raging flames!

Running wildly along the coastal road, Ronan quickly returned to the small pier. Demona had already gone out to sea, so he boarded a speedboat and sailed to the open sea.

Glancing at the electronic watch, it was still early before six o'clock.

In the night, a fishing boat was parked in the open sea, and its gas lamps were hung high, illuminating the night sky.

Demona stood on the side of the boat, looking anxiously towards the shore.

Someone shouted from the cab: "Daisy, is anyone coming? It's time for us to go!"

Demona said, "I have an appointment at six o'clock!"

The man said, "You are running for your life, not dating!"

Finally, a light came on in the distance, and the roar of an engine came.

Demona took out her gun and looked over there warily.

The people in the cab started the boat and fled immediately if something went wrong.

The sound of the engine was getting closer, and Demona called out, "Who?"

Ronan heard Demona's voice, took off his hood and threw it into the sea, and replied loudly, "Me!"

Demona's voice came again: "Come here!"

With the light of the gas lamp, Ronan gradually saw the hull of the boat, and kept reducing the speed of the speedboat. With the assistance of Demona, he approached the fishing boat and climbed onto the boat through the net ladder.

Demona pulled Ronan up and asked, "Is it done?"

Ronan nodded: "It's over."

Demona shouted to the cab: "Domingo, let's go!"

The fishing boat started and headed south.

At dawn, the fishing boat arrived at the port of Ensenada. Demona had already paid for it. Ronan followed her ashore from the pier, changed several cars in a row, went around to an ordinary middle-class residential area, and entered an independent house .

Taking a breath and eating something, Ronan sat on the sofa and said, "You are well prepared for the future."

Demona sat opposite: "How many gangsters can end well? If you can't do it, you will be swallowed by others. If you grow up, you will be a wanted criminal in the United States sooner or later. If you are not ready to retreat, you can only wait for death. "

Ronan said, "Sorry for dragging you into the vortex."

Demona shook her head: "I don't care about your business, I'm just a woman, the business is getting bigger and bigger, sooner or later." She asked: "What are your plans next? Where do you want to go?"

Ronan took a sip of water: "I haven't figured out where to go, but Daisy, we'd better separate."

Seeing Demona's confusion, Ronan explained: "It's the CIA that I messed with."

"What?" Demona was quite surprised: "Ronan, are you kidding me?"

In order to make Demona pay attention, Ronan said a few more words: "Before I left, I went to kill the head of the CIA in Tijuana and set their office on fire! What happened on Custom Street last night was the real plan The other is the CIA, they have... Let me count, a dozen agents or operatives died under my gun."

Then, he roughly told the story of the enmity with the CIA.

After listening, Demona was also very helpless. Ronan wanted to destroy the channels of drug dealers out of good intentions, but the CIA did not treat people as human beings.

But she knew very well that there was no reason for this kind of thing.

Because the style of the CIA is in the same line as the country behind it.

For example, where do funny weapons of mass destruction go to reason?
Ronan thought for a while, and said, "Daisy, if you have a channel, at least there is no problem with your safety if you go to the country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean."

Demona asked: "Channels and documents are all easy to talk about. Our next stop is Cancun on the Caribbean coast. I have connections there and can get real documents."

"Let's do it as soon as possible." Ronan emphasized: "The longer you stay with me, the more dangerous it will be. After processing your documents, you'd better apply for a visa as soon as possible and go to the place I told you."

Demona frowned: "What can I do when I go? In a strange country, how do I make a living?"

Ronan easily thought of a way: "You know English and are proficient in Spanish. Go there and work as a foreign teacher. It's easy to find a high-paying job."

A foreign teacher like Demona must be more popular than Uncle Hei.

Demona took out her mobile phone: "You rest first, I will find a way to get a ticket."

As long as you are willing to pay, there are always many ways to take advantage of the loopholes here, and Demona quickly contacted the air ticket.

Ronan thought of the laptop he brought out, found out that it looked like it was turned on, and there was memory information left by the original owner, and quickly entered the desktop through the password.

Most of the information is useless to Ronan, and some useful information is written down.

Then he saw a video from a CIA agent developing in Colombia.

(End of this chapter)