Chapitre 608: Chapter 608: Cold Muzzle
Old north church cemetery.
A bodyguard walked quickly to Cook and said in a low voice:
"Boss, I've inquired clearly. The head of the art crime syndicate is in the Old North Church. He is a pastor named Thompson who has been hidden in the Old North Church for nearly thirty years."
"Fuck! A priest! What a joke! The clergy actually do this kind of sideline? It's an exaggeration!"
Cook exclaimed in a low voice, obviously taken aback!
The bodyguard nodded very surely and continued excitedly:
"Yes, it's a bit weird indeed! But the news is very accurate. It comes from the FBI's Boston branch. The old guy Thompson was one of the robbers who ransacked the Gardner Museum.
According to the FBI agent who revealed the news, the 13 top antique artworks looted in the Gardner Museum are still there. In addition, there are also a large number of stolen top antique artworks, each of which is very valuable.
More than 20 meters underground in the Old North Church, there is an underground palace where all the stolen top antique artworks are hidden. The FBI art crime team and Steven's guys have joined forces.
They were about to attack the underground palace, but they were blocked by the old Thompson guy. The gunshots and explosions were caused by the old guy, crazy enough!"
After listening to the announcement, Cook's eyes immediately turned red and he said firmly:
"Sure enough! There must be a secret tunnel here and it leads directly to the depths of the Old North Church. The bastard Steven got into the secret tunnel 100%, ready to sneak into the underground palace.
Keep searching and don't let go of a centimeter. Find out the secret path for me. The opportunity to make a fortune is right in front of us. This trip to Boston must not be left empty-handed! Success or failure in one fell swoop!"
"Okay, boss!"
Several bodyguards responded with a bang and everyone was very excited.
The search started again!
Deep underground in the Old North Church, the secret room full of weapons and ammunition.
Ye Tian stood silently beside the door, his M9 pistol pointed directly at the door, but his eyes were fixed on the wall, observing the situation in the warehouse outside.
Thompson had entered the warehouse outside and was walking quickly towards the secret room, his expression still filthy, his face full of sullen expression.
At this time, he has no intention of guarding at all.
In his opinion, the other secret road is absolutely impossible to be discovered. It is 100% safe. It will be his own escape route and a golden avenue leading to a beautiful new life.
But what he don't know was that this secret path that he thought was absolutely safe, was a road to hell and in the secret room close at hand, there was a cold muzzle waiting for him.
In a blink of an eye, Thompson had walked to the door of the secret room.
Without a moment's hesitation, he directly bent down, stretched out his hand to lift the iron ring that controls the entrance to the chamber and then pushed the wall in front of him again.
The emergency light inside has been turned on and the box containing the C4 explosive and the electronic detonator is open. Everything is the same as when he left, without any change.
Thompson stepped into the secret room with a grinning face.
However, when he just landed on his hind foot, the situation suddenly changed.
A cold muzzle that seemed to come from hell, exuding a breath of death, suddenly appeared silently and reached the temple on the right side of his head.
At the same time, a cold and emotional voice sounded.
"Hello, Mr. Thompson, take the liberty to interrupt! Don't move, don't make any unnecessary movements, I don't think you want to experience the feeling of being bombarded with a bullet!"
The voice was not loud, but it was like a bolt from the blue sky in Thompson's ears, stunned him.
Thompson froze in place, not daring to move, lest the pistol against his head suddenly fired, sending himself directly to hell.
At this moment, he was completely desperate!
The new life, sunshine, beach and luxurious and comfortable life have all become a bubble at this moment, incomparably illusory, like a mirage, which can never be seen forever!
There are also countless wealth, which can only be discounted by the evil banks!
The next moment, the voice came from the side again.
"Good performance, Mr. Thompson, now put the M16A4 automatic rifle in your hand on the ground, take your time, don't have any extra thoughts, it will only make you face death instantly!"
With that said, Ye Tian had already moved and stood at a position less than two meters of Thompson's side. The muzzle was always pointed at Thompson's head, very stable!
Faced with this situation, what can Thompson do? He can only do it, if he don't want to die.
And this respectable pastor, of course, did not want to die.
Thompson slowly bent down, carefully placed the two M16A4 automatic rifles on the ground and asked bitterly:
"Who are you? How did you get here? What is your purpose? If you are here for money, then I can give you a lot of money, whatever you want, absolutely satisfying you!
If it is for those top antique artworks, there are a lot of top antique artworks in the warehouse next door, all of them belong to you, you can get as many as you want, just let me leave living!"
"Who am I? Of course I won't tell you and you don't need to know! As for how I got here, I think you have already guessed the answer!
Although the entrance to the secret path of the Old North Church Cemetery is very secret, someone can still find some clues if he use his brain. That's right, I came in through that secret path!"
Ye Tian said with a sneer, his words were full of jokes.
"Sure enough! I thought that secret path is absolutely safe and it is impossible for others to discover it. Obviously, I was overconfident!"
Thompson said with a sorrowful smile and straightened up at the same time.
Both M16A4 automatic rifles had been thrown on the ground and the threat suddenly decreased a lot.
"Well, now take off your Kevlar body armor, move slowly and remove out your pistol! You guessed it, I did come for wealth. Who doesn't love money?
Don't worry about your money, I don't want to be bitten by those crazy dogs of FBI! My goal is the top antique art next door, that is the most valuable thing!
Ye Tian said with a light smile, the M9 pistol always locked Thompson's head firmly.
Hearing these words, Thompson's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the hope of being alive.
The masked bastard in front of him should not belong to the FBI, nor does it belong to any law enforcement agency, otherwise there is no need to mask! This bastard came from the top antique art in the warehouse next door.
This is easy! As long as he want something, talk about it!
He put the taken off body armor lightly on the ground and then tentatively said:
"As long as you let me go, the top antique artworks in the warehouse next door will belong to you. You can dispose of them. Don't worry, I will never reveal a word of everything that happens here!"
While saying this, he was secretly complaining in his heart.
Damn bastard! If he want those top antique works of art, it depends on his fate!
Twenty minutes later, the C4 time bomb on the corridor will explode. Just wait to be buried alive, or be sifted by the FBI gang of idiots!
"Don't worry, Mr. Thompson, I am a pacifist and have no hobby of killing. I will let you leave here. Of course, the premise is that you don't force me to do it!
When you leave, the top antique artworks in the warehouse next door will naturally belong to me. Here, I also want to thank you for blocking the FBI idiots for me and buying a lot of time.
Let's stop here, I will send you away from the secret road, don't worry, I will not shoot you from behind and there is no FBI agents ambushing at the exit of the cemetery! Take action!"
Ye Tian pointed a pistol at the entrance of the secret road and said with a sneer.
There is indeed no FBI in the cemetery, but he didn't say that there is no other guy guarding it.
Whether this old fellow can escape from death depends on whether he are ruthless enough! If he can quickly kill Cook's gang of bastards, he may be able to rush out of the cemetery alive.
Next, whether he can get rid of the swarming FBI and Boston police, it depends on your luck.
If he can't even deal with that gang of Cook's bastards, then nothing is mentioned, it's no use to mention it!
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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