"Micairo Szebiak, not many people have heard of his name, but anyone who has heard of this name will tremble at it. Most people only know his pseudonym, Sorotov Ireas."
As soon as the old ordnapped man said his name, Marcus's face immediately changed.
He said angrily: "Damn it, I've seen this beast. He wasn't dead. Although he was more than 1,000 yards away, I'm sure it was this bastard."
Donnie was killed by Sorotov. Johnson kept telling him that it was Sorotov who openly wrote a letter to assassinate the president.
But the old ordnapped man said that Sorotov was dead, so what was going on?
Could it be...
Marcus thought of a very terrible answer, and couldn't help but feel a chill on his back and secret goosebumps all over his body.
Dragon Zhan combines the previously known information, plus the "dead turns into life" that he has obtained now.
The truth has been given a corner.
Since among the known sniper killers in the world today, only Micairo Szebiak can kill targets 2,200 meters away.
Johnson used his pseudonym, Soroto, to invite Marcus to come out for help.
Then there is one thing that is certain.
Johnson must have personally participated in the setting up Marcus, and it is likely that he was the mastermind.
As for whether Johnson is the mastermind, everything is just to find Micairo Szebiak who disappeared and resurrected, and everything will be revealed.
Long Zhan originally wanted to use his connections to find the Black Fox to get information about Micairo Szebiak.
But I thought that Memphis, who had just joined, was from the FBI, so there was no need to take off his pants and fart, so I asked Memphis to find a way.
Memphis was not vague and shirked his responsibility, and immediately called Lucy.
This is the only colleague Memphis has been called a friend since he entered the FBI.
"Hey, it's me, Memphis."
Memphis knew that he must have been monitored. In order to prevent being followed by the mastermind and avoid leaving Lucy with trouble, he specially found a public telephone room.
"Do you know how much trouble you have caused? They said you killed three DIA agents and have now issued a wanted arrest warrant for you." Lucy said nervously.
"I know, but this is not true. I didn't kill anyone. You have to believe me." Memphis said.
"I believe you, Memphis, must be related to the matter you are following. I have advised you not to get involved, but you just don't listen."
Lucy was so sorry that she could only ask: "Tell me where you are now?"
"I'm not convenient to reveal, do you have a pen now? I need you to find someone for me, named Micairo Szebiak, have you recorded it?" Memphis said.
"I've written it down."
Lucy took out paper and pen from her bag and wrote her name on her notebook.
"Thank you, how long will it take to find it?" Memphis asked.
"It will take at least two hours," Lucy said.
"Okay, I'll call you in two hours." Memphis hung up after saying that.
Lucy stood there and was stunned for a few seconds, hesitating whether to help drag herself in. Finally, her inner sense of justice overcomes the hesitation.
...
Ministry of National Defense.
At the balcony at the end of the corridor on the third floor, here is the blind spot of the surveillance camera, and Johnson and Sorotov were chatting with heavy expressions.
"Marcus will definitely try his best to track down the person who actually shot."
Johnson kept smoking with a cigarette in his hand.
I have a lot of worries!
"He must be able to find nothing."
Sorotov stood against the wall with a crutch, feeling confident in his words.
"No, he can find out," Johnson said.
"Why?"
Sorotov couldn't understand.
With the ability of the old US Department of Defense, isn’t it a matter of hiding a piece of information in minutes? How could it be found by a mere retired special forces?
Even the FBI and CIA are useless. As long as the Ministry of Defense sets its authority, they can only open their eyes and blindly.
The Ministry of Defense is higher than the two of them!
Johnson quickly gave the answer, smoking a cigarette and downplayed: "It's true that he can't find it, but we'll help him.
If you want to catch a wolf, instead of looking for it all over the mountain, the best way is to tie a bait on the tree and let it come out by himself."
"All right."
Sorotov has realized that some things will be abandoned after being used without value, and using them as bait is one of the means of abandonment.
But thinking that he had paid so much, Sorotov asked unwillingly: "What is the end of the bait?"
“It’s hard to say.”
Johnson's answer was already very clear. Sorotov smiled bitterly, and did not continue to ask more questions, leaving sadly with a cane.
He knew very well how humble and insignificant he was in front of the giants.
Since the above has made a decision, no matter how much he begs for mercy or tries to resist, he is just asking for humiliation after all.
It’s better to leave like this with decentness, at least you can retain your final dignity.
Johnson watched Sorotov leave, put the cigarette into the wall-mounted ashtray, and found another accomplice, Charles.
"I need a customs-free transport aircraft, and you have to find a way," said Johnson.
"Actually, I'm not in a position to ask more, but I'm still curious about what you use to pretend to?" Charles asked.
"I have a group of men in Ethiopia, 24 well-trained tough guys, and the weapons and necessary equipment they need to fight."
Charles spoke with a little pride, and he could tell that he was very satisfied with this group of subordinates.
“24?”
Charles was very satisfied with the number and said expressionlessly: "I must kill him, I don't want the plot to be played even for one more scene."
"Don't worry, I promise you that this is the last scene."
Johnson turned confidently and left the office.
The combat power that 24 top killers who have military training and have a full set of special combat equipment can form is very terrifying.
Even if Marcus found two helpers, Johnson believed that he could hold hands and pinch them - easily take them off.
...
Two hours later.
Memphis called Lucy again, and as soon as he answered, he asked straight to the point: "Hi, I am Memphis, have you found him?"
Lucy could not have found the news because her permissions were simply not enough.
But because Johnson wanted to lure the wolf out, he lowered Sorotov's personal information level and moved it out of the highest confidential level of the Ministry of Defense.
Only then did Lucy find Sorotov's specific address through the FBI's intelligence database.
Chapter completed!