Chapter 16
End Of Heavens Chapter 16
2019-04-15
Chapter 16 How did you find this?Smith alone left, although we have known each other for a short time, Luo Su recognized him as a real man. Give a helping hand to an unrelated baby, go through water and tread on fire for a beloved woman, you can't ask this man to do better.
In response to Smith's request, Luo Su vowed in his heart that no matter what, he would return Quintana and the baby to each other intact.
Luo Su drove around the city, filling up the car with gas and then going to the supermarket to buy some baby necessities. Smith, a poor bastard, didn't even have money to buy diapers for babies, and even his weapons and ammunition were collected from dead bodies.
Is this poor guy really an assassin?
"Where shall we go next?" Quintana was a little uneasy, thinking about Smith.
Luo Su comforted: "Anywhere, if you're tired, just sleep first, maybe when you wake up, Smith will be back."
"But we are like this. Aimless, can Smith find us?" Quintana changed the baby's diaper, picked it up and kissed it.
"Of course, he's a professional after all..." Luo Su paused as he spoke, thinking about the unreliable Cross, and choked for a while.
Quintana noticed Luo Su's pause and questioned: "Are you sure?"
Luo Su shrugged: "Just kidding, I left him a phone number before. , he'll call me."
...
The situation on Smith's side was not very good, and the seriousness of the situation exceeded his expectations.
After parting with Luo Su, he was soon pursued by the Hammerson Firearms Corporation. The short leader was extremely obsessed with him, repeatedly smashing the sand, and swearing not to give up until he killed him with his own hands.
This group caused Smith a lot of trouble, but it was only trouble. He managed to get rid of the group and contact Congressman Rutledge.
The congressman agreed to interview Smith. The two sides met on the plane. The congressman's condition was not very good. He was seriously ill and was about to burp. The baby in Smith's hand was his only life-saving straw.
If this is the end of the matter, there will be nothing left for Smith, and everyone will be happy to hand the baby to the MP.
It is a pity that Congressman Rutledge is a politician, and he is ahead of all the Democratic candidates in the presidential race. Such a person would bet a great future on Smith?
The answer is of course impossible!
Congressman Rutridge believed more in his political skills. After learning that the safe house was destroyed and the surrogate mothers all died, he immediately contacted the major shareholders of Hammerson Firearms Corporation to discuss a settlement. As long as he can find the surviving baby and support him as president, he will use his power to give Hammerson Firearms Corporation some convenience.
For example, let go of gun control and people can buy submachine guns for hunting!
As for his own proposal to ban guns, and his commitment to the public during his speech tour, he is not worth mentioning in the face of power and survival.
Of course, should the speech still be a speech, should I call for a ban on guns, or should I call for a ban on guns, otherwise how can I get votes?
Congressman Rutledge never paid attention to Smith, treating him as a somewhat lucky nobody, perhaps a little clever, who asked the CIA to trick Smith into getting on the plane.
The hapless Smith met the major shareholder of Hammerson Firearms Corporation on the plane, as well as the stubborn and stubborn short leader. Smith made the first move, took the congressman as a hostage, and successfully retreated to the belly of the plane.
"It's useless, this is 7,000 meters in the sky, there are more than a dozen bodyguards outside, you have nowhere to run!" Senator Rutridge was tied to the door by Smith, earned and well-meant advised persuaded.
He wasn't worried about being killed, and if he died, Smith wouldn't be alive either.
"Even if it's for yourself, you should think about it, I think you're good at it, and the future president still lacks a personal bodyguard..."
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
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Smith glared fiercely at the congressman: "Not for myself, but for that woman and child, if I kill you, no one will go after them again."
"What, are you crazy!?"
The congressman was stunned on the spot. He could feel that Smith was not joking, but how could two wild dog-like pariahs be equated with his life? It's ridiculous!
"I'm not crazy!" Smith pointed a gun at the congressman's head: "Your death will cause public outrage, and your gun ban proposal will be supported by angry people, and Congress will pass your bill. , your last wish will be fulfilled."
After hearing this, Congressman Rutridge felt bad, and he felt that Smith probably misunderstood the USA.
The so-called ban on guns is just a slogan. It is the rhetoric of presidential candidates to fool the people into voting. There are too many capitalists in this country who rely on weapons to make money, so banning guns is impossible. .
Looking at the dark muzzle, the congressman felt that if he didn't say anything, he would never have to speak again.
As an excellent politician, Congressman Rutridge believes in his eloquence and was trained by the CIA on how to deal with being kidnapped. He analyzed Smith's thinking pattern and replaced it with a speech. official expression.
"Shoot! I hope my death can restore some dignity to this country. The people need a safe living environment, and my death is a stepping stone to overthrow the rampant gun violence..."
Senator Rutridge's body was shocked, and he looked like he was going to die. He had several points of heroic integrity. In fact, he was proud that Smith was just a hooligans at the bottom of the society, and he would definitely be convinced by his uprightness. Considering that he was still a presidential candidate, maybe Smith would bow down and become his loyal younger brother.
like this Thinking, Congressman Rutledge deeply nodded: "Come on, shoot! I'm ready..."
bang!
Smith shot Congressman Rutridge's head in disdain, "Idiot, do you think I'm a fool?"
The sound of gunfire alarmed everyone on the plane , they realized that the councilor had encountered an accident, and began to frantically storm the hatch, but the councilor's body just blocked the door, and they couldn't get in at all without destroying the body.
After killing the future president, Smith began his escape. He found a parachute and jumped from a height of 7,000 meters.
The angry bodyguards picked up their parachutes and jumped out of the plane. The congressman died and their future was over. They wanted to kill Smith to make up for it.
More than a dozen people started a fierce gun battle at high altitude...
...
Sigh!
The sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded, Luo Su stopped the Ford and looked at the abandoned factory in front of him. The surroundings are very empty, there are no hidden spots such as tall buildings and grass, so there is no need to worry about encountering snipers, and the difficulty of protecting Quintana and the baby is much reduced.
"We're here waiting for Smith's news. I have a hunch that he will call soon."
Luo Su said comfortingly, he had a The hunch of the fart, I dared to open my mouth because I knew that Smith was the male lead. According to his many years of watching the movie EXP, the ending is generally a happy reunion, even if it is a tragedy, the male lead will die in the arms of the heroine.
Luo Su parked the car in the warehouse and found a hidden place for Quintana to hide, while he himself was in another place, checking all around for suspicious persons approaching.
Soon, Luo Su heard the whistling sound of objects falling from the sky, looked up and was stunned. There was no suspicious person on the ground, but there was in the sky.
Men in Black wearing parachutes fell from the sky like dumplings. They didn't open the parachute, landed in various handsome postures, and then all fell into small pancakes. The closest one was less than 10 meters away from Luo Su, and the sound of the impact when he landed made his heart skip a beat.
"Dude, look at my hand, what time is it?"
"Tell me, two!"
No answer, it should be cold, Luo Su ran as fast as the iron gate next to him, it would be funny if he was crushed to death.
Five minutes later, a white parachute landed slowly, about 500 meters away from Luo Su. The other party saw the abandoned factory and staggered over.
Luo Su clenched the M9 tightly until the opponent approached, and then shot hard...it didn't shoot out, it was Smith.
Smith suddenly smiled miserably when he saw Luo Su, clutching his injured shoulder, and fell straight down. In the air battle just now, he was unfortunately hit by an arrow at the end of its flight.
Luo Su ran over and helped him up, unable to believe: "Damn, how did you find this?"
"Hehe, do you want to learn? There is a fee. Yes!"
Luo Su: "..."
Money is not a problem, but your behavior, Cross is very shameless!
Popo's blood came out of Smith's hand, and his face was almost bloodless. He was very weak at the moment, and was carried into the factory by Luo Su.
By the time Luo Su put Smith down, the latter had fallen into a coma, Luo Su checked, Smith was shot in the right arm, fortunately, the bullet didn't hit the bone, only the scrape took away a piece of flesh .
However, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, Smith will still die.
Luo Su only had 'Blood Absorbent Bandages' on his hands, which was of no use. He took out the water from the car, cleaned the wound briefly, and ripped off his sleeve to help Smith's injured arm.
Quintana heard the movement outside and found that Smith was coming, and hurried over with the baby. Seeing that Smith was injured, tears fell. Luo Su confirmed that Smith was not in danger, placed him in the co-pilot, and drove away.
The rumbling sound of the engine sounded again, Luo Su stepped on the accelerator, Ford went straight to the factory door, and returned at a faster speed after 30 seconds.
They were surrounded, and four riot armored vehicles blocked their way.
SWAT! ! !
Push to the street for support!
(end of this chapter)