CHAPTER 701: CHAPTER 650: TRACKING THE ASSASSIN

The young man, who was about to stick his blood-stained finger into his mouth to taste it, paused, awkwardly picked up a towel, and wiped the blood off himself while cursing, "You’re fucking crazy, bloodstains are hard to wash out."

The tall man who killed the driver frowned as he walked over and said grimly, "Stop the bullshit, clean up quickly!

We have an hour. Before dark, we need to head to the private airport designated by headquarters, then transfer inland to Fairbanks, and find a way to fly to Canada."

Hearing this, the young man, a bit annoyed, said, "Why take a plane? Surely Anchorage has grounded all flights by now; we can just drive to Fairbanks and take the highway to Canada.

The Alaska State Police suck, we..."

The tall man frowned, looking at the young man with disgust, "The Alaska State Police may suck, but there’s only one highway from Alaska to Canada.

The snowstorm from a few days ago has almost paralyzed the highway. If you want to be pursued by helicopters in two feet of snow, be my guest."

The young man sighed and said, "I hate doing missions in places like this. I hope the logistics at headquarters can take care of us better. I remember when I interned in Colombia, they found me a speedboat with a faulty motor...

To avoid the cartel’s pursuit, I crawled through mud for two days."

As he spoke, the young man raised his eyebrows at the black-haired woman and smiled, "I heard from my instructor that I had the best score in the Bright Ladder assassin test..."

The black-haired woman zipped up her jacket, covering her ample chest with a thick windbreaker, then said in a hoarse voice, "James, was your instructor a bald, effeminate guy who loved nail polish?"

The young man got excited and said, "Yes, Shelley, were you his trainee too?

Once we leave this damned place, we should have a drink together!"

The black-haired woman, Shelley, gave a mocking smile and said, "I wasn’t his trainee, because he only took in losers and taught them how to complete missions by selling their asses.

And he tells everyone the same thing, ’You’re the best’...

And the idiots who believed him are mostly dead by now!"

Looking at the tall man, Shelley said, "William, can we get rid of him?

I have a feeling he’s going to drag us all down..."

Shelley’s words made the young James nervously grip his pistol and take a step back. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a nudge on his elbow, and his whole arm went numb as if electrified, causing the pistol to drop to the ground...

The middle-aged man, who had been silent since getting out of the car with James, had a face that seemed to have grown up enduring hardships...

This guy clearly had decent features, but a pervasive air of bitterness surrounded him, as if everyone owed him millions.

He glanced blankly at the frightened James, then walked over to the car’s trunk, searching through clothes while saying, "Hurry up, I keep feeling eyes watching us..."

As he spoke, he tossed a pistol along with a radio to the black-haired woman and said, "Since you’ve changed, go outside and take a look."

The black-haired woman instinctively caught the items and said with displeasure, "Hey, Woodman, I’m not your subordinate."

Woodman stared at the black-haired woman for a few seconds until she lowered her head...

"We’re only temporarily working together, but I don’t want you guys getting caught and dragging me down.

This mission isn’t hard, but the opponents we’re up against are very dangerous...

Make no mistakes; whoever does dies!"

The black-haired woman frowned at Woodman and said, with a peculiar expression, "The Department of Homeland Security people are acting like amateurs; can Woodman even get nervous?"

Woodman was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "How can you have such a misconception about a department with an annual budget of $103 billion?

If you keep spouting nonsense like that, I’ll kill you myself and leave!"

Woodman glanced at the big guy, William, and said in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?

Why did headquarters send two rookies who know nothing..."

William hesitated for a moment and said, "A madman is hunting the Levinston family in Los Angeles. We lost a lot of people there, over a dozen of our peers gone."

Looking at the black-haired woman, Shelley, and the young James, William sighed and said, "These two are the best we could find...

And they’re pretty decent!"

Woodman quickened his pace of changing clothes and shook his head, saying, "For an assassin, the most important thing is never about killing someone but ensuring a safe retreat.

Being with them makes me feel like cannon fodder!

William, I’ve got half a year left on my contract till I can retire, and I don’t want any problems before I get the promised pension!"

Woodman’s words exuded a natural aura of lifelessness, making the two younger assassins fall silent...

The black-haired woman pursed her thick lips, muttered a few words softly, then went outside to check, holding her pistol and radio.

Just as the assassins finished their meticulous cleaning and were ready to set the ambulance on fire by pouring gasoline, a sharp sound of a glass bottle shattering came from outside...

Woodman, as if electrified, immediately jumped up and rushed to the car, trying to open the door...

"Thud"

A bullet punched a small hole through the car door, followed by a distant gunshot...

"Sniper..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The big guy, William, shouted loudly for everyone to find cover as a series of bullets hit the ground around their area...

Then he saw a tall figure dragging the black-haired woman, Shelley, by one leg, slowly stepping through the factory door...

Butcher, Pirate, Post Box, and Sled, armed, blocked the assassins’ escape routes from two directions...

The two sides were roughly 40 meters apart, and Butcher and their AK rifles could cover most angles.

Mountain Eagle, dragging the black-haired woman, stopped about ten meters away from the assassins, just outside the firing range of Butcher and his team...

Seeing the three assassins’ tense expressions, Mountain Eagle dropped the black-haired woman’s leg, shrugged, and said, "Are you coming back with me willingly, or do I have to knock you out and bring you back like her..."

Facing the intimidating muzzles of Butcher and his team, William never dared point his gun at Mountain Eagle. He leaned back against the sedan, exchanged a glance with Woodman, then looked at Mountain Eagle and said solemnly, "Who are you?"

Mountain Eagle put down the UMP45 in his hand, pushed the safety button on the holster with his right hand, then moved his shoulder and said with a smile, "My name is Mountain Eagle, the one hunting the Levinston people in Los Angeles...

Oh, and I’m currently a temporary consultant for the Department of Homeland Security. Agent Kobe Andrews would like to have a chat with you..."

Looking at the obviously eager young James, Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "Don’t be impulsive. Barging into the Department of Homeland Security’s temporary office and committing murder is a serious crime, but with a good lawyer, it might not be a death sentence.

But if you shoot, that’s a different story!

Believe me; at this close range, you definitely aren’t faster at shooting than we are...

However, I can give you a chance, one-on-one...

If any of you can take me down, I’ll let you go!"