Chapter 115 CIA Agent

  In the master bedroom, a neatly dressed, gagged middle-aged Caucasian woman was tied to a chair with a rope after putting her hands down.

  Boom!

  The loud noise from the bedroom door being kicked open suddenly made her tremble all over in fright.

  Already in a state of fear, she almost cried.

  But after seeing the FBI logo on Roan's body, the woman paused, and then hurriedly yelled.

   But Roan took a glance and found that the other party was not injured, so he ignored the other party.

  The window on the left of the master bedroom was completely broken at this moment. The moment Roan broke into the room, he clearly saw a figure jumping out of the master bedroom from the window.

  Running quickly to the broken window, I saw a short-haired white male rolling forward on the grass outside the house, and then immediately got up and flew into the distance.

There were obstacles where the opponent was running. Roan had no way to shoot directly. Without hesitation, he jumped out of the broken window in the master bedroom just like the short-haired white man under the surprised gaze of the woman. .

  When the sound of glass shattering came from the second floor of the house, Lacey in the living room on the first floor also stood up abruptly.

   Grabbing Mr. Chance to hide behind the sofa, Lacey was about to rush upstairs when she saw someone jumping into the yard.

  Seeing this, Lacey decisively picked up her pistol and rushed out of the living room.

  Boom!

   As soon as Lacey ran out, Roan's figure fell heavily beside her.

   "Fu-k!"

   Lacey was taken aback by Roan who fell from the sky, but Roan didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:

   "You left and I right!"

   After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lacey to react, Roan's figure was like a sharp sword, and rushed in the direction where the short-haired white man was fleeing.

   "Shit!"

  Seeing Roan who disappeared in the blink of an eye, Lacey was shocked. After realizing it, she hurriedly ran in another direction, and at the same time cursed in a low voice:

   "Damn it, I have to ask Roan what he eats every day!

  Why is he wearing so heavy, but still running so fast! "

  On the other side, the white man with an inch-length hair saw Roan, who was fully armed but getting closer to him, and who seemed not tired at all, looked shocked and cursed likewise:

   "Son of the beach! What the **** is going on with this FBI?"

  In his plan, Roan was wearing such heavy clothes, it must be very easy to get rid of the opponent, at least two sharp turns, no more than four sharp turns.

  But now there are seven sharp turns, not only did Roan not be thrown away by him, but he was getting closer and closer to him!

   "People in front listen up!"

   Leaping over the trash can that was dragged to the ground by the short-haired white man, Roan measured the distance between the two sides, and after confirming that there were no obstacles between the two sides, he raised the Glock 18 and shouted loudly:

   "If you run again, I will shoot you!"

   There is no way, the other party has never fired at him. If Roan shoots directly without explaining, he will definitely face some procedural problems in the follow-up.

  From the perspective of American law alone, being shot in the back and being shot in the chest are two different things.

   And the other party is not black... Ahem.

  Hearing Roan's words that he was going to shoot himself, the short-haired white man was slightly startled but not very panicked.

  Because the hit rate of shooting while running is not too high, he doesn't believe how accurate the FBI's marksmanship with good stamina can be, and at most he just fires a few random shots.

   And there is a sharp turn ahead, just one more step, and he has a chance to get rid of this **** FBI...

  The next second, Roan narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger decisively.

boom! boom! boom!

   There were three shots in total, one of which hit the right back of the white man with an inch cut, and the remaining two shots hit the left and right calves of the white man with an inch.

  Boom!

"ah-"

  The inch-headed white man let out a scream, and fell to the ground straight forward.

  Feeling the pain from all over his body, the white man with a short hair cut cursed from the bottom of his heart, but there was no curse sound from his mouth.

   "Run, you should keep running."

   Walking slowly to the side of the short-cut white man, Roan holding a Glock 18 said in a cold voice:

   "Why didn't you run away?"

  The white man with an inch hair didn't speak, just stared at Roan so coldly.

  Seeing this, Roan had some thoughts in his heart, then raised the corner of his mouth and put away his pistol, took out the handcuffs and walked to the side of the short-haired white man, ready to handcuff him.

   At this moment, the short-cut white man suddenly jumped up enduring the pain. While reaching for the pistol at Roan's waist with his left hand, he stretched out his right hand toward Roan's neck.

  This is the moment that the white guy with the cut head is waiting for. Injuries are commonplace for him, but in the end he always wins.

  The reason is very simple, that is, he has never been able to make a comeback and slap the enemy in the face when others think they have the chance to win.

  But at this moment, a sudden gust of wind hit, and the white man with a short cut was hit **** the face, his nose collapsed, and his body slammed heavily against the wall behind him.

  Roan punched the white man with a short head, stepped forward, and then kicked him **** the nose again.

  The nose is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and a critical blow will cause people to lose concentration instantly.

  Roan's two consecutive critical strikes directly stunned the white man with short hair.

   "You think I didn't notice your little movements?"

   Seeing the other party's incredible expression, Roan grinned:

  "I will never let down my vigilance against the enemy, even if the opponent is shot and falls to the ground."

  Hearing Luo An's words, the short-cut white man spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth instantly, and his face instantly turned a liver color.

  Damn it, who's in the FBI now?

  Taking a few deep breaths, the short-haired white man calmed down slowly, wiped the blood on his face, then looked up at Roan, and said coldly:

"I am…"

  Boom!

   As soon as the inch-headed white man started speaking, Roan kicked him in the neck and knocked him out:

   "I don't care who you are."

  The other party's actions of strangling his neck and grabbing the gun just now are not fake.

  When Lacey finally arrived here with a pistol, she saw a white man with a short hair lying on the ground covered in blood, and Roan was making a call with his mobile phone.

   "It came just in time."

  Seeing Lacey, Roan hung up the phone and waved to her with a smile:

   "The ambulance will be here soon. Take this guy to the hospital. Be sure to keep an eye on him. Augustus has something to tell me to go back."

   Lacey, who had been running for a long time, heard this, stood on the spot and opened her mouth, finally sighed, and agreed with her forehead:

   "OK."

  —

  The office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team.

  When Roan came back here, he found that Mona was not at his station, and asked William, but the other party didn't know where she had gone.

   "Roan!"

   At this moment, the door of the conference room opened suddenly, and Augustus beckoned him to come in quickly.

   "Hello, sir."

  Keeping the question of where Mona went to the bottom of his heart, Roan entered the meeting room, and found Vernis here, and hurriedly greeted her.

"Um."

  Verinis nodded expressionlessly, motioned for Roan and Augustus to sit down, pointed to the white old lady with gray hair in a suit sitting on the other side of the conference table, and introduced in a cold voice:

   "This is Mrs. Heloise from the CIA. The white man with the short hair who stole Evander's laptop is her agent."

  Hearing what Verinis said, Roan was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression became weird.

   After briefly introducing the situation of the two parties, Vernis straightened up and looked coldly at the old lady sitting opposite her:

   "Mrs. Heloise, what is the situation of this case? Why did your CIA intervene?

  According to the regulations, the CIA is not allowed to operate within the federal territory! "

  (end of this chapter)