I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

In the spacious and luxurious office, a handsome middle-aged Caucasian male put down the phone in his hand and rubbed between his brows weakly. Then he picked up the mobile phone next to him and dialed a familiar number: "Hey, my dear, the matter is settled, I have already paid that kid."

Hollis, who was also standing in her office, said with a serious expression, "Where did you let him go?"

"Honey, you know the rules. It's a state secret. I can't tell you."

"Then tell me, is it dangerous where he goes?"

The man blinked his eyes, and replied cautiously: "Well... As far as I can do, the place he went to is the place with the lowest risk factor."

That's right, no matter how chaotic Mexico is, it is safer than the battlefields in the Middle East, the dark war between Europe and Mao, and the turmoil in Africa, right?

"Sigh..." Hollis sighed, turned to look at the document on the desk with Edmund's photo pinned, and said coldly, "How long will it take?"

"It will take a week, right?" the man muttered, "There are not many clues, and you are not familiar with the place, so it will take two or three days just to find the target..."

After hanging up the phone, the man let out a long breath and looked at the documents laid out in front of him. The first one was a recent bust of Xie Lun.

If Xie Lun saw these documents, he would definitely break out in a cold sweat. In addition to the most basic personal information, there are also all the case materials he participated in after entering the NIA.

Among them are the three cases of Snake Suffering from Flight, Woman in White and Last Stand.

Especially in the "Woman in White" folder, in addition to the detailed eyewitness notes, there are all the old case files that Sheron has searched for, the map drawn with a pencil, and the copy of "Beth" that was copied by him. · Fu Green's original file.

After reading these documents carefully again, the man snorted and whispered softly: "This kid...is interesting!"

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After more than an hour of flight, the helicopter landed beside a remote road. On the highway, there were already three pickup trucks waiting for Xie Lun.

No nonsense, Xie Lun got into the car directly, the three pickups started immediately, and drove away

Inside the pickup truck, sitting in the passenger seat was a man with sunglasses and a beard. He handed a black backpack to Xie Lun casually, and said in a deep voice, "There are things you need in it, please put them away carefully."

Sheron unzipped the backpack and found that in addition to two black M9 pistols, four magazines, and a stack of green banknotes, there was also a set of personal identification documents in a plastic bag.

When I opened the ID, I saw a new name "Jie Lun Zhou!" next to my profile photo.

Xie Lun raised his eyebrows and looked suspiciously at the bearded man in front of him. The bearded man shrugged his shoulders: "What's wrong? I don't understand Chinese, but I finally found this name from the Internet. Is there any problem?"

"Forget it," Xie Lun put away his ID, "Although in terms of talent, he is a little bit better than me. But in terms of handsomeness, I am still a little bit better than him."

Then the car was quiet again, and neither of the two sides spoke anymore. Xie Lun didn't bother to inquire about the identities of the bearded and the others, and the other party was obviously not interested in Xie Lun's purpose.

The three pickup trucks, which looked very ordinary, drove along the road for more than an hour, and finally arrived at the Mimo border station under the setting sun.

The large entry-exit management battle divides the road into two halves with heavy stone piers. On the right is rice and ink, and there are few vehicles, while on the left is ink and rice, and the traffic is so crowded that you can't see the end.

Unlike the security check on the left, which is so detailed that it almost invades personal privacy, the security check on the right is just a formality.

The bearded man handed the passport to the security inspector who came up. The security inspector just glanced at it casually, then returned the passport and signaled to let him go.

Of course,

The wad of dollars tucked in the passport has disappeared.

The sun had already set by the time the convoy pulled into the nearest Mexican town. The pickup truck stopped in front of a very dilapidated hotel, and the bearded man threw a key to Xie Lun: "Room 216."

Xie Lun nodded, took the key, picked up his backpack and got out of the car. The pickup truck drove away, leaving only Xie Lun standing at the door of the hotel.

Looking at the unkind eyes from both sides of the street, Xie Lun sneered disdainfully, turned and walked into the hotel without fear. But he didn't go directly to 216, but opened a room at the front desk on the second floor.

Just stuffing a green note to the front desk, even the identity registration is exempted.

For a hotel room near the border, what conditions can be imagined. The bed sheet covered with weird spots made Xie Lun give up his plan to sit on the bed and rest.

Draw the curtains and turn on the lamp.

On the table covered with dirt, he checked the pistol carefully, and after confirming that there were no problems, he put the pistol and magazine on him.

After finishing, Xie Lun turned off the lamp, sat at the table, closed his eyes and meditated.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and soon it was late at night. Suddenly Xie Lun opened his eyes, and a series of light footsteps passed by the door of his room.

Xie Lun stood up slowly, and gently opened the curtains a gap. There were five unfamiliar SUVs parked on the street below, and a dozen men in floral shirts, holding weapons of different lengths, stood carelessly on both sides of the vehicles.

Xie Lun's eyes flashed, he drew his pistol, and calmly prepared for battle.

Soon there was a muffled knock on the door outside, followed by a mess of Mexican. A moment later, there was the sound of other doors being smashed open, and the passengers screamed in terror one after another.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

The one who kicked the door was a dark-skinned Mexican man. Before he could see the situation in the dark room, a transparent hole appeared in his head.

Xie Lun flashed out of the room like a ghost, and several militants in the corridor did not react at all, and were shot dead one after another.

[You kill a Scott gang member, reward 2 experience points]

【You killed a Scott gang member...】

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No wonder the experience value given by the system is so low. These militants are too low in combat effectiveness. It’s okay to bully ordinary civilians. When encountering real elite killers, they have no resistance at all.

Narrow corridors and street fighting are not suitable for shooting with rifles held flat. Xie Lun squatted down, quickly panned left and right, and moved forward in a "Z" shape.

Within a range of five meters, any militant who was exposed to his gun was shot in the head.

"5...4...3...2...1"

Xie Lun counted the remaining bullets in the pistol in his mind. After firing the bullets at the last moment, he swung the pistol and knocked a militant leaning against the door to the ground with the butt of the gun. Grab the AK in his hand and headshot him.

"Stop, stop!" A thug held a woman hostage, held a pistol to her head, and shouted loudly, "Otherwise I'll punch her through the head..."

Without hesitation, Xie Lun shot the woman in the thigh. The woman screamed and fell down powerlessly. Then, under the astonished eyes of the thug, Xie Lun directly turned him into a hornet's nest.