A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 207 Escape! (Seek full order)
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The memory of John Smith was instilled into Hua Shier by the system, and he has not yet digested it. He ran towards the building with his cello in hand, searching his mind for the memory of the assassination.

The man who was killed was called Stroh, the boss of the New York Gang Dagger Club. He was a brutal and tyrannical man. The smuggler D controlled the underground gambling and flesh business on Three Streets in New York, and he did almost everything.

John Smith took over the task of killing him from the killer agent at a price of [-] dollars.

"Mommy Fake!"

Hua Shier went to the countryside to do as the Romans did, and after accepting this memory, it was a standard English curse.

No wonder Hua Twelve was angry. When he thought about it, John Smith still hadn't seen the money. Looking at the many bodyguards around him, he knew how much it would cost to kill him.

As for John Smith, he actually went to kill a New York gang boss for $[-]. Shouldn't this kind of business in the movie start with at least tens of millions of dollars!
Regardless of complaining, Hua Twelve began to search his memory for the retreat route Smith reserved for this assassination.

This is a 3-story building. Among the three elevators in the building, he has to take the No. [-] elevator on the far right that has been tampered with in advance and has no monitoring.

Then descend to the twentieth floor. There is a downhill rope in the utility room at the end of the corridor, which can let him downhill to the fifteenth floor.

On the last five floors, let go of your hand, and your body will fall freely into a garbage bin filled with sponges below. After you get out, you will run to the unmonitored public parking lot next door, where there is a stolen pickup truck.

This was the entire retreat route that John Smith had designed for himself.

Why not take the elevator and go straight down to the bottom? That’s because there are office buildings and shopping malls below the [-]th floor, and there are cameras all over them. Only the surveillance in the corridor on the [-]th floor has been tampered with in advance by Smith, so it is the only safe way to escape.

Hua Twelfth almost couldn't help cursing again, I just crossed in, and this person rappelled and jumped off a building, why don't you just design a route to jump directly from the [-]th floor, ah, bang, what the hell, just escape to hell It's so good that no one can catch up with it.

Cursing John Smith in his heart, he deserved to be hunted down by his wife, but he didn't dare to neglect his feet, rushed into the stairwell, and found the No. 3 elevator with the sign 'No use during maintenance'.

In order to facilitate escape, Mr. Smith had previously put up this kind of 'no use during maintenance' sign in front of the third elevator on each floor.

Hua Twelve entered elevator No. 3, pulled out the key that locked the elevator, and pressed the button for the 20th floor.

The elevator door closed and began to descend, 49, 48, 4740, ding, the elevator unexpectedly stopped on the 40th floor, the elevator door opened, and Hua Twelve immediately pulled out a Glock G17 pistol with a silencer. He is now All the equipment on his body belonged to Mr. John Smith.

Outside the door, a Caucasian young man with a nose ring and tattooed afro head opened the door. After opening the door, he and Hua Twelve's big eyes met small eyes, and the former said in English in a somewhat confused way:

"I must have sucked it up, and I have hallucinations of killers chasing me. I am not afraid, this is all fake, it is an illusion."

Hua Twelve sighed, and directly pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun made a slight "chirp" sound, and the white youth had a blood hole on his forehead, and he fell straight down.

"Remember not to smoke D in your next life, and don't just open the elevator door with a maintenance sign on it."

The killer's memory doesn't allow him to leave a life of seeing his own face during the action, especially the one who blocked himself in the elevator, this kind of scum of the American imperial society, so Hua Twelve sent him on without hesitation Heaven.

Of course he was kind, wishing there was no grade D in heaven, but looking at the boy's beating nature, it is estimated that there is a [-]% chance that he will go to hell, so it has nothing to do with Hua Twelve.

Hua Twelve pressed the door close button with the muzzle of his gun, and the elevator continued to descend. He began to have some bad feelings in his heart.

The memory from Mr. Smith told him that he had been discovered when he was dazed upstairs, because at that moment, it was at least 2 minutes later than the previously planned time.

And he saw a group of bodyguards rushing towards his building through the scope.

In addition, taking the elevator downstairs and meeting that foreign villain just now, it took a lot of time, and I'm afraid something will go wrong.

Bang!

Seeing that it was about to reach the 23th floor, the elevator suddenly stopped at the 22rd floor, and when it reached the middle of the [-]nd floor, the lights in the elevator went out.

Hua Twelve's expression moved, and something went wrong. The killer's memory told him that the bodyguards should have entered the building, and they confirmed in the monitoring room that only the third elevator was not monitored, so they cut off the power supply of the elevator and made the elevator emergency. The brakes are stuck here.

Within 5 minutes of this situation, many bodyguards will come to check with weapons and beat him into a sieve.

Hua Twelve opened the elevator door, and there was a wall outside. At this time, he couldn't go up to the sky or get down to the ground.

Ordinarily, when a killer encounters this situation, he will definitely climb out of the elevator's ventilation window, climb to the top of the elevator, and then climb the steel cable or wall to find the nearest elevator door to escape.

But Hua Twelve's target floor was below, so it would take some time to do that, and he preferred the closer road.

He first took out two grenades, and quickly made two simple but sure to be triggered traps. He used tape to install one grenade and pull ring on the elevator ventilation window, and the other was glued to both ends of the elevator door. .

These two grenades are Mr. Smith's special grenades. The fuze time can be adjusted. Hua Twelve adjusted the fuze time to one second. As long as someone opens the elevator door or the ventilation window, this small mechanism will be triggered, and then the brilliant Fireworks will open the gates of heaven again.

After setting up the small mechanism, Hua Shier quickly took out the Yitian Sword from the storage space. Jin Wu's first sharp sword, which cuts iron like tofu, easily cut a hole in the elevator floor.

Hua Twelve carried the cello case with guns on his back, put away the Yitian sword, and jumped down directly.

When the body was about to fall completely, his left hand firmly grasped the cut edge of the elevator floor like a free-handed rock climber, without making any movement.

The body was suspended in the air, and with a glance of the eyes, he could clearly see the environment below the elevator. The body jerked, and the body flew out. Both hands grabbed forward at the same time, and hugged the side of the elevator shaft close to the wall. Channel steel on a steel frame.

Sliding down the channel steel, he reached the [-]th floor with ease, and moved to the vicinity of the elevator door smoothly.

At this time, Hua Twelve had already heard shouts from multiple floors, and the elevator that was stuck on the 22nd and a half floors moved again.

Knowing that something would happen if it was too late, Hua Twelve hurriedly pushed open the elevator door on the 22th floor. At this time, the elevator had only descended half a floor and stopped at the [-]nd floor. The next moment there was a 'ding' sound, and the elevator door opened .

At the same time as Hua Twelve dodged and jumped out of the elevator shaft, with a bang, a huge fireball struck from the air above the elevator shaft, and he narrowly dodged it.

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