Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 504 Clothing Store

Santa Monica, Los Angeles...

There are many seaside apartments near the famous Santa Monica Beach, ranging from luxury apartments priced at $10 per month to cheap apartments costing a few thousand dollars per month.

The transportation and life here are convenient, and the consumption level is relatively cheaper than other tourist destinations in Los Angeles. Therefore, not only people from other places like this place, but also local people in Los Angeles like it.

Of course, this consumption is only relatively low...

After Shanying separated from the Butcher and the others, he took Dahlia and Tiffany and drove to a clothing store in Santa Monica according to the address reserved by Blood Fox, avoiding the FBI blockade.

They had already changed their equipment when they ran away, and when they got out of the car, the three of them were only wearing simple T-shirts and jeans.

It was not yet fully light at this time, and the biological clocks of Los Angeles residents did not allow them to get up so early to work, so there was not even a single open breakfast shop nearby.

After Shanying pushed the door and got out of the car, he stretched his body vigorously and took a deep breath. The air with a slight smell of sea water made him rub his slightly itchy nose.

He drove from the north of Los Angeles to the west of Los Angeles. Maybe because he was driving through at night, he didn't see the prosperous mountain eagle at all. Even when he passed by the famous Beverly Hills, he didn't feel how prosperous it was.

There are not many decent skyscrapers in the entire Greater Los Angeles, and it does not feel like a modern metropolis at all. Instead, it looks like a super community pieced together from one prosperous small town after another.

The infrastructure in the places Shanying and his companions passed by was not top-notch, but to be honest, the climate conditions on the west coast of America are absolutely first-class.

Shanying stretched his body, which was somewhat uncomfortable in the cramped space. He walked around the second-hand silver Prius that Xuehu had prepared for them and said with disdain, "I hate this kind of small car. Sitting in it makes me feel like a sardine in a can..."

Tiffany pushed the door open and got out of the car. She covered her stomach and coughed. She looked at Shanying, who seemed to have no feelings about the battle a few hours ago, and said, "Boss, we are running for our lives, so of course the lower the profile, the better!
I drive a Prius myself, it is fuel efficient, environmentally friendly and cheap, the police rarely stop this kind of car. "

Shanying shook his head in disdain and said, "Is this still America?
Even if there is no American V8, it is good to have an MPV..."

Shanying looked at Tiffany, whose face was a little pale, and frowned and said, "Are you injured?"

Tiffany leaned against the car engine, holding her stomach and shaking her head helplessly, saying, "A bullet hit my chest last night..."

As Tiffany said this, she took out a twisted bullet from her pocket and said with a serious expression: "I have been shot before, but I have never felt this way."

Shanying took the bullet and looked at it, frowning and saying, "6.8mm bullet...

I checked the sniper's rifle at the time. The guy's equipment was very advanced, and he was using an M24. Is there a 700mm version of the Remington 6.8? "

Tiffany shook her head and said, “I don’t know if Remington has a new version, but I know that 6.8mm caliber is the bidding requirement for the U.S. military’s new generation of individual weapon systems.

HRT has helped several gun companies test some new guns, and I have seen some of them.

Compared to the 5.56mm rifle, the 6.8mm bullet is obviously more powerful and has better penetration, and the recoil is not as difficult to control as the 7.62mm rifle. "

Tiffany said with a somewhat unpleasant expression: "It is impossible for ordinary mercenaries to get this kind of weapon...

Boss, we are definitely in big trouble this time!"

Shanying looked at Tiffany, whose face was a little pale, and said with a nonchalant smile: "We were found by a group of elite soldiers wearing four-eye night vision goggles...

Being able to arm the soldiers to this degree, I'm not surprised at what they have!"

Shanying patted Tiffany on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, no matter how powerful they are, they are just people who get paid to do things.

As long as we can hold out until the negotiations between the US and Russian intelligence agencies are over, everything will be over.”

Tiffany looked at Shanying and said helplessly, "I hope so!"

As Tiffany was talking, she looked at the clothing store next to her that didn't even have a door and was decorated like a pawn shop. She sighed and said, "What should we do next?"

Shanying nodded to Dalia who got off the car, then said with a smile: "Let's go knock on the door...

This place was arranged by the Blood Fox, they won't shoot us just because we came early!"

Dalia, who had changed into a refreshing outfit, walked to the door of the clothing store and knocked for about 5 minutes...

A white-haired old man wearing funny reading glasses walked to the door in his pajamas, cursing.

Squinting through the small window of the gate, the old man hooked his finger at Shanying, who was obviously the boss, and said, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Shanying walked up and said with a smile: "Petrovich asked me to come..."

After hearing this, the old man shook his head helplessly, slowly opened the four door locks from top to bottom, and then opened the door...

Looking at the tall mountain eagle, the old man turned around and muttered... "It's really going to cause me trouble..."

As he spoke, the old man turned around to look at the eagle still standing at the door, waved and said, "Come with me, help me close the door..."

Shanying shrugged at Tiffany and Dalia and said, "I don't know what happened either. It was all arranged by Blood Fox..."

As he said this, he stepped into the clothing store filled with the smell of fabrics, and followed the old man up a dim staircase to the second floor.

Shanying was startled when he stepped onto the second floor...

The first thing the old man did when he came upstairs was to turn on the light. Then Shanying saw an old lady in a wheelchair holding a double-barreled shotgun in both hands and pointing it at him. Her expression was not very friendly...

“Wow, wow…”

Shanying stuck close to the old man, spread his hands and said to the old lady: "Don't get excited, we are not bad people..."

Hearing Shanying say that he was not a bad person, the old man turned around and looked at him with a strange look, then walked to the old lady facing the muzzle of the gun, lowered his head and whispered a few words in her ear...

The old lady relaxed after hearing this. She inserted the sawed-off shotgun into the side of the wheelchair, put the oxygen tube hanging around her neck under her nose, took a deep breath, and then said to the old man in a hoarse voice, "Send them away quickly..."

The old man nodded, pushed the old lady's wheelchair to a French window, and gave her a cup of black tea. He then turned around and waved to Shanying and the others, signaling them to follow him...

The antique British-style decoration on the second floor was obviously quite old. Shanying's huge weight made the floor creak continuously when he stepped on it.

Shanying deliberately slowed down his pace, trying to make the sound disappear, but it was of no use. Every step he took on the floor made a sound.

It wasn't just Shanying. It was the same with Tiffany and Dalia who were following at the back door. Even though they tiptoed and walked along the wall, the result was the same.

Shanying doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it's still a little hard for him to understand how anyone could allow the floor in their home to make such a sound.

This thing isn't very noticeable during the day, but when you go to the bathroom at night, it will probably wake everyone up.

Until the old man pushed open a wooden door, entered a carpeted room, and stood at the door and made an inviting gesture to them...

Shanying looked down at the loose floor with peeling paint, then looked at the carpet in the old man's room, and he suddenly realized that the floor might be some kind of early warning measure.

At least with this thing, no one would be able to sneak into their room from inside the house without being noticed.

What kind of living environment can foster such a habit?

The old man seemed to sense Shanying's thoughts. He smiled and said, "My mother and I are used to everything in the old house and have feelings for it. We can clearly distinguish every sound of the floor.

They make us feel like we are not alone..."

Shanying walked into the carpeted room and looked at the furnishings inside. He nodded somewhat absentmindedly and said, "Yes, sometimes I feel this way too. When you use something for a long time, you feel like you can talk to it."

The room Shanying and his companions walked into was a tailor's studio with an area of about 40 square meters. There were several sewing machines inside. In the cabinets on the left side of the wall were rolls of various colored fabrics. On the right side was a row of plastic models of different heights, weights and bodies...

Looking at this place that was obviously a tailor's studio, Shanying spread his hands and said curiously: "Sorry, I'm a little curious, am I in the wrong place?"

The old man walked to the inside of a large workbench, opened the drawer, took out a bunch of keys and threw them to Shanying...

"This is the apartment key that Blood Fox prepared for you..."

The old man pointed to a suit on a model and said, “This is the suit that Mr. Poincare prepared for you. He thinks Los Angeles is a very important occasion for you, so he needs a few suitable suits.

I'm a little old, so I'm a little slow. You take off your clothes and stand in front of the mirror. I'll do the final modification and finishing. "

"Suit?"

Shanying sighed and said, "Would it be too much trouble to order it custom-made? I can buy ready-made clothes!"

The old man glanced at Shanying through his reading glasses, shook his head, pulled out a knife from the drawer and threw it at the model in a suit...

The tip of the knife hit the model's heart accurately, and after a 'bang' sound, it fell weakly to the ground.

The old man looked at Shanying's surprised expression, and he threw out a knife again. This time the knife hit the model's forehead and successfully penetrated to a depth of two inches.

Seeing Dalia and Tiffany subconsciously holding their waists and taking two steps back, the old man shook his head, slowly walked to the side of the model, and put away the two knives...

"It's not just a suit, it's a man's armor..."

(End of this chapter)