With the unobtrusive gunshots in the building, the Ford car parked in front of the red light still failed to start until the next red light was on. The Dodge owner in the rear honking horn, finally passed by impatiently, and then raised his middle finger to the gray Ford. But not everyone was so irritable. A kind-hearted man got out of the car and took a flashlight to see if the owner of the Ford car needed help. However, no matter how he tapped the window, the Ford owner was unwilling to open the window. The current light environment made him unable to see the environment inside the car through the dark shade film.

The kind-hearted man could only walk around the car, but the scene in front of him made him retreat in horror, took out his cell phone and called the police loudly. He saw a big hole in the front windshield of the car, and a lot of blood-red mucus splattered on the cracked windshield. Through the white crack, he vaguely saw the owner in the suit collapsed his chest, his head lowered, and his seat belt barely dragged his body to prevent him from lying on the steering wheel.

Immediately afterwards, gunfire sounded one after another, and passers-by finally reacted and began to flee.

About five minutes later, the patrol officer arrived at the scene. After about ten minutes, the police and the fire truck arrived to put the Ford owner in a black body bag and called the trailer to drag the car away as physical evidence. The crowd saw a big hole in the driver's backrest of the Ford owner's driver's seat, and even a large pit was found on the back seat, with blood-red viscous substances and unsightly colored fragments scattered in the rear compartment.

Obviously, this is an indiscriminate shooting, and the attackers used large caliber rifles.

Although the gun laws in New York State are very strict, everyone knows that the guns in New York State are still flooding. Many New York police officers are veterans with military experience. They roughly judged the location of the sniper point through holes in the windshield and used laser pens. Then they sent patrol officers to the top floor of the hotel, blocking the elevator and stairs, dispatching hotel videos to try to find the murderer.

"What should those gangsters do? Will those people receive news of someone's death and hide and let us not find it?"

While disassembling the gun according to the regulations and putting it into a silver box with a black sponge pad, Little Lorna raised her head and asked her brother. Logically speaking, Lorna should have chosen to evacuate the moment she confirmed the killing, but her tactical thinking has not been honed yet, and many theoretical knowledge cannot be used in actual combat. It was not until Salomon reminded her that she chose the latter between firing the second shot and packing up her things and leaving.

Her sniping level was not very good. Salomon saw that she used her talent to adjust the ballistics and let the bullet hit the target. However, the warhead tilted when it hit, and the bullet hit the human body laterally, so the target looked like it was smashed.

Her intelligence investigation on the mission target was very bad. Salomon used his own means to organize a target information package so that she would not take action in the orphanage-related scenes and cause trouble to the orphanage. In order to cover up the real target, he used the HK416 rifle he brought to emptied a magazine in the sky. Therefore, it is now an indiscriminate shooting on the road rather than a sniper assassination. The real estate developer was just a coincidence.

This conclusion cannot deceive professional trace detectives and ballistic experts, but it can temporarily delay the investigation progress and leave time to modify ballistic data and steal evidence. The best way to cover up this kind of sniping assassination is to disguise it as an indiscriminate attack or coincidence, just like he did before.

Lorna Dane was not worried about the increasing number of police cars under the hotel and the New York City police coming along, because the trajectory was a adjusted fake ballistic. The building the police searched for was the next door. As long as the police left before the arrival of the police helicopter, no one would notice them. This time the police came so quickly, and the reason was that it was a commercial area rather than a slum like Hell's Kitchen, and Lorna firmly believed that her brother would not let her be arrested.

"Don't worry, there are people on the gangsters to deal with them." Salomon said confidently while packing up his empty shell of HK416, "A M429 light machine gun and 700 rounds of bullets, an M252 mortar and five shells, an M320 grenade launcher and ten personnel killing bullets, and military-level electronic warfare intelligence support. No matter where the Irish gangsters hide, they will not survive tonight."

"Do you want to fight a local war?" Lorna couldn't help but complain about the heavy firepower provided by Salomon. The gang war here is still limited to individual light weapons such as rifles and submachine guns. The most exaggerated thing is to take out the RPG-7 and use a mortar. "These weapons are enough to razor a block to the ground. Things are so big that it will not be just a security issue that can be explained! Remember the last time you destroyed Wall Street? It's different from alien invasions. The whole of New York is in chaos. The weapons you provide will make people think that Latovinia launched an attack again."

"So those weapons will remain on the scene after they are used." Salomon bent down and picked up the shell that Lorna had forgotten to put away and put it in her pocket. "It's all standard equipment from the US Armory, and the serial number has not been worn off."

"I knew! You definitely won't come back because of my phone call!" Perhaps because of notice of the omission, or perhaps because of other reasons, Little Lorna raised the weapon box angrily and walked towards the stairs without looking back. "Does those weapon serial numbers have something to do with certain arms dealers?"

"It seems Minerva taught you very smart. Those weapons have something to do with the CIA, and it is related to the arms trade privately between the CIA's head of the Middle East and the Jihad organization. My friend in the CIA will follow this clue to investigate. The person in charge has some hindering my plan, so... don't be angry, that's just a clue arranged by the way. The real political conspiracy cannot be that simple. The reason for wanting that person to die is not just the arms trade, but a Pentagon human experimental plan for super soldiers, who used some drug on the SEALs."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is impossible to kill someone who is hindering the plan to use this time-consuming and labor-intensive method, with great uncertainty and simple method. This clue only aggravates other people's suspicion of the person in charge of the Middle East, allowing others to have an expectation for the disappearance and death of the person in charge of the Middle East, and eliminate the suspicion of the new person in charge.

"Let's go, you have a study session to go."

The Punisher is an extremely outstanding Marine and a very difficult person to get along with.

Salomon's conversation with him was not pleasant, because when Frank Cassel first saw Salomon, he was next to the target's body, and the second time was an hallucination in a wine glass. Even though the Immortal City helped him find the mastermind behind the killing of his wife and children, he was still unwilling to accept Latovigna's full-time job and worked with Steve Rogers to maintain order in Latovigna. Even if there was a charter issued by Latovigna, allowing him to use deadly force. Until now, he didn't know that the Emperor of Latovigna was Salomon, and the only way to help was to make a request instead of a request through Nick Fury's relationship, and Frank Cassel would not disrupt the original plan because of other people's requests.

"Frank Cassel is an empty shell, his body is filled with the debris of the past. He is seeking death, memories of the past torture him, and every second of his life is in pain." Salomon told Lorna that he thought of the Punisher. The nights in Midtown Manhattan are very bright, and the renovated Avengers building is still erected there, as if it is still the most sought after time of the Avengers. Time can heal everything, including the pain caused by war, but some memories are never forgotten.

"If one day someone found him dead in a trash can on the side of the road, and the homeless man who went to pick up leftovers in the morning was the first to discover it, then I wouldn't be surprised. He refused my job invitation because he knew that he wouldn't live to retire and Frank Cassel was dead."

"So where are we going?" Little Lorna licked the ice cream. The cold food relieved the discomfort caused by teleportation well. At least she looked much more energetic now, rather than retching like before. At this time, they had already changed into their usual outfits, neither ostentatious nor shabby, and the plaid shirts could make them look like tourists. Salomon switched to the East London accent at the right time, and Little Lorna almost couldn't understand what he was saying.
Chapter completed!