A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 208 Jane or Fox! (Seek full order)

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After getting out of the elevator, Hua Twelve didn't dare to stay, took out his G17 pistol, and quickly ran towards the utility room at the end of the corridor.

Suddenly footsteps came from the front, and then two black suits rushed out from the safe passage with pistols in their hands. Hua Twelve raised his hand and shot. He was shot in the forehead and fell directly to the ground.

"Fuck, he's on the twentieth floor, come on, he's right here, Tommy and Joey are dead, come on!"

Someone in the safe passage was shouting loudly. Obviously, the two black suits and their companions were calling their teammates through a communicator such as a walkie-talkie.

Hua Twelve kept on stepping, and took out a grenade from his waist that had not been adjusted for the fuze time. He bit off the pull ring, waited for a second, and then threw it directly towards the open door of the safe passage. The door opened obliquely, and after the grenade hit the door, it just bounced into the safe passage.

Three seconds of fuze time is just right.

boom!
Flames spewed out from the escape passage, and the heat wave hit people.

Hua Shishi waited for the explosion to pass, and with a few lunges, he crossed a distance of more than 30 meters and successfully reached the door of the utility room.

Entering the utility room, he pulled out the downhill rope, tied one end to his waist, and hung the other end on the pre-installed safety bolt on the wall, then quickly jumped from the window and quickly descended to the fifth floor.

Hua Twelve was scolded in his heart. He had been doing all kinds of extreme sports since he had just crossed over. If he hadn't played high-altitude maneuvers one after another, he really didn't know that he was afraid of heights.

He pulled out the dagger from his back, cut off the downhill rope, and fell into the garbage bin in the alley behind the building.

The trash can full of sponges made him sink into it instantly.

It took half a minute before Hua Twelve crawled out of the sponge with grinning teeth.

It wasn't that the sponges weren't shock-absorbing enough, it was that after Smith arranged the sponges, he didn't know who the asshole threw a wine bottle into the trash can.

Enduring the pain in his lower back, he took big strides and quickly left, ran to the public parking lot next door, got into the stolen pickup truck, started it, and quickly left here.

After wandering for a few blocks, Hua Twelve threw the pickup truck into an unattended garbage dump, changed his outfit, threw the changed clothes in the pickup truck, poured the gasoline he had prepared and set it on fire.

After the pickup was burned into a fireball, he carried the cello case, boarded an 82-year-old Ford that had been parked here in advance, and drove towards his rental house.

The place Hua Twelve rents is in Brooklyn, New York. It is an old-fashioned apartment building built in the 40s. He lives on the top floor. The landlord is a white woman in her 70s, and his room is at the very end. The one inside, because that one is the cheapest.

There was no elevator, so he could only go upstairs on foot. Hua Shier wanted to take out a cigarette from his body to smoke to relieve the pain in his waist, but he found that there was only a lighter, and there was no cigarette on his body.

When I went up to the top floor, I saw a teenage Caucasian girl with short hair around her ears, sitting in front of the wooden handrails on the roof, with her feet passing through the railings between the handrails, dangling outside.

She was holding a cigarette in her hand, and when she saw Hua Twelve going upstairs, she waved her hands lukewarmly, and greeted her:

"Hi, Mr. Leon."

Leon is the latest identity of Mr. Smith. The little girl Hua Shishi didn't remember who it was, but in his impression it should be a neighbor's child. He went up the stairs, snatched the cigarette from the girl's hand, and bit on it. In his mouth, he said vaguely:
"Children are not allowed to smoke!"

After speaking, he walked through the entire corridor smoking a cigarette, walked to the innermost room and opened the door. Regardless of the little girl's protests from behind, he closed the door with a bang, threw the things in his hand, and put his whole body on the bed One trip, while smoking, while starting to absorb and digest the memory of John Smith.

In John Smith's memory, he and his wife Jane Smith reunited after the couple's fight.

But Jane Smith, who exposed her true nature, let go of it completely and no longer concealed her strong woman nature. Whether it was work or family life, she was competitive in everything. Even when two people were fighting landlords, this woman insisted on being a rider.

John Smith tried to fight, but they were all suppressed. Of course, there must be an element of humility in it. He tried a few times and didn't make any concessions. As a result, things got so messed up that the two almost went to war again.

In the end, John Smith chose to lie flat. Whatever you like, you can be a rider if you want to be a rider, and just don’t fold it.

He even retreated from the front-line killer to become Jane Smith's assistant, and became a housewife in life. He learned all the cooking skills that he never knew before, and he even baked pizza at home by himself.

But it may be a trick of fate, even if John Smith did this, their marriage did not always calm down.

Suddenly one day, after performing the task, Jane had a deep talk with John Smith. She said that both of them had done wrong before and committed an unforgivable crime.

At that time, John was confused for a while, touched his wife's forehead, and asked her if she was sick.

As a result, Jane suddenly became furious, saying that John didn't understand her at all, and drove away from home that night.

John originally thought that Jane just had something to worry about, so he called his wife every day to comfort his wife. At first, the other party just hung up, but later changed the phone number.

It wasn't until this moment that John realized that maybe things were a little too big, and Jane must have been greatly stimulated.

Just when he wanted to find the truth, Jane appeared in front of him again at home, and before John was happy, he heard his wife say to him:

"John, I'll give you a day to get out of here, and never let me see you, or I can't help but kill you!"

When John Smith was about to ask something, Jane shot him directly. The shot passed by his ear, wiped off a piece of skin on his earlobe, and at the same time made his eardrum hurt.

The killer's instinct made him cover his ears and hide behind the sofa, but when he came out again, Jane had disappeared.

Of course John refused to leave just like that. He was shot and angry, and he said he was afraid of what would happen to you. At worst, there would be a fight, who is afraid of who!
Immediately moved out all the arsenal at home, and planned to fight with his wife.

The next day, Jane arrived as promised, and used two pistols to completely suppress John. He lost his temper at all. The bullets were fired from unimaginable angles, and it took only three shots to seriously injure John.

If John hadn't detonated the natural gas and took the opportunity to drive away, he would have really died at the hands of his wife that time.

When John recovered from his injuries and called to divorce his wife, Jane told him coldly that he could only be widowed, divorce was impossible, and the sinner must die.

Then John's hiding place was found. Fortunately, he felt something wrong and escaped in advance, otherwise he would not be sure to escape again under Jane's weird marksmanship.

Then John lived in the days when he was chased and killed by Jane. He didn't dare to use his credit card, social security card, and didn't dare to have a record of traffic accidents, so he escaped from the other party's pursuit and disappeared from the other party's sight.

He pretended to be a smuggler, found a black intermediary, and took on a new identity. It happened that the black intermediary was the killer intermediary of a certain gang, and John was attached to the other party's banner to do some low-paying but dangerous assassination missions. .

After digesting the memory of John Smith, Hua Twelve sat up suddenly from the bed, threw away the cigarette butt that was already hot in his hands, and he was in a trough, the picture in his memory, the bullet that could bend, he finally knew what organization Jane joined .

No wonder Jane seems to have been brainwashed, it is clearly a fraternity, and combined with Jane's appearance, isn't it the Firefox Fox in the fraternity!
(End of this chapter)