In many places in the United States, you can see some shops selling second-hand goods. Americans, who have always been considered very wealthy, like to go shopping in thrift stores. It looks a little weird, but in fact, so-called thrift stores sometimes buy not second-hand goods. It is a nostalgic feeling.

Some old furniture and old books are more expensive than new ones. Because some things are no longer produced, there are no more things I want to buy. Most of what Squirrel’s thrift store sells is audio equipment and communication equipment. For audiophiles, there are some things here, even the real collection level. For example, the vinyl record that Elvis Presley signed. It's just that these things are only displayed and marked as not for sale.

Lin Rui has nothing to do with these things. But the two Americans, Crazy Horse and Jiangan, have a better understanding of these American cultures. Jiang An immediately whispered into Lin Rui's ear, "This squirrel's collection is very valuable. With his small shop, he can't accept such things."

"In other words, he must have contact with Liszt and others." Lin Rui whispered, "Be careful, don't let him escape."

Crazy Horse nodded, "I will guard outside to prevent anyone from coming in. You can deal with him." After that, he turned and walked out.

At this time, the thin white shopkeeper also noticed them. Because of Lin Rui's presence, he thought it was another foreign tourist coming to Las Vegas to spend money. So came over and said, "Do you need any help?"

"No, actually we are just looking for it." Lin Rui smiled slightly, "I actually like thrift shops. You know that some old things are like old friends to us. But these things are for us It’s more real than old friends, at least it won’t cause us trouble. But old friends often bring new troubles.”

"I don't understand what you mean." Squirrel frowned.

"We are looking for Liszt." Lin Rui looked at him coldly.

"Liszt? Sorry, I don't have any classical music records here." Squirrel smiled, "Although I am conservative, I am a jazz fan myself." But when he smiled, his hand was already under the stage.

"Don't move. Back slowly and leave the counter." Lin Rui ruthlessly put the gun on his head.

The squirrel trembled and took a step back. Jijii stretched out his hand and took out a shotgun from under the counter, taunting, "You are really conservative. Remington's classic shotgun matches this thrift store."

"What do you want?" The squirrel stared at Lin Rui.

"Nothing, we are not looking for you, but Liszt." Lin Rui said coldly.

"I don't know what you guys said... Ah!" Squirrel hadn't finished speaking. Lin Rui had already pulled over, put away the knife and fell. He nailed his sleeves to the wooden counter of the thrift store. The cold blade was against his forearm, and only a little bit, the knife would penetrate his forearm.

"If you dare to say or don't know, this knife will cross over and cut off your radial artery, and you will bleed to death. And we will watch you die from the sidelines." Lin Rui said calmly.

"I have the right to find a lawyer." Squirrel struggled.

"I'm sorry, we are not the kind of people you imagine. We have always despised power and rights. Although we are not afraid of death, and we are not afraid of other people's death; but unless it is required by the task, we are still quite gentle." Lin Rui looked at him and smiled.

"You are mercenaries!" Squirrel's expression changed. "Damn it, why is he cold?"

At this time, Sandro and Sergey returned to Lin Rui and said in a low voice, "We checked the inside and did not find Liszt."

Lin Rui turned his head and said, "Liszt has done a great thing. Once confirmed by cia, he will go after him with all his strength. And unfortunately, he has already pulled you in. It is when you provide them with hidden bones. When transmitting the communicator, you are their accomplice.

What I can tell you is that this matter is so big that you can't face it, so even the police can't intervene. When the CIA finds you, you are completely dead. But now you have another chance. That is to leave here as soon as things haven’t gotten too bad. And this depends on whether you cooperate. "

Squirrel whispered, "What did he do?"

"For your own sake, you'd better not know it." Lin Rui said coldly, "Say, where is Liszt?"

"I don't know, I just sold them the communicator." Squirrel said helplessly. "No matter what they did, it has nothing to do with me."

"We don't have time to spend with him." Jiang An whispered, "Give it to Crazy Horse. In half an hour, you can open this guy's mouth."

Lin Rui whispered, "Squirrel, did you hear that? This matter is very urgent. We have begun to lose patience. I can give you to my companion. This big Indian learns in a green beret. With a very good torture skill, no one can hold on for 30 minutes in his hands. Of course, you can also take the initiative to speak out, so as to help us save these 30 minutes and prevent yourself from suffering."

The squirrel finally succumbed, and he could see that these people were definitely not good. He lowered his voice, "Out of the city, about sixty kilometers, there is a gas station and a motel. Liszt might be there."

"How do you prove that you are telling the truth?" Lin Rui said coldly.

"I installed a hidden communicator for them, and they gave me money. It's that simple between us. They came to me to install it last time because they needed to inject the communication chip into the lower jaw. So I don't I know where they are. But I happened to see their car with a bill for refueling and lodging." The squirrel whispered, "I know so much. I am just a business with them and there is no need to protect them."

"Better not." Lin Rui put away his gun and said. "We are now privately commissioned to relieve the trouble, and once Liszt escapes, it will cause even greater trouble. If you hide something and let him escape. Then you have to deal with the CIA, you Know their means."

The squirrel whispered, "I don't know what trouble they are causing, but I really don't know. I just sold a few hidden communication devices."

"I found it." Yelena handed the tactical tablet to Lin Rui. "It's a gas station on the outskirts of the city."

Lin Rui pulled out the dagger from the table, put it around his waist, and turned around and said, "Let's go."

Sergei, Sandro and others also followed him and left, and Jiang returned the Remington shotgun to the squirrel, "Be careful, the old gun easily goes off."