Chapter 864

The collimator lowered his baseball cap and covered half of his face with a duck tongue.

If it weren't for the hot weather here, his tactical scarf was too conspicuous to cover his mouth. He really wanted to take out his tactical scarf.

When leaving SOM's house, from the sound of guns and sirens everywhere, the collimator knew that the police must have entered the slum. Although they would certainly be hindered, when the gangsters here found that they were not coming for their own drugs, they would make way for them.

After all, fighting is to kill people. No one will work hard without touching their own interests.

Two black policemen died, and now the collimator can almost conclude that the other party must have found SOM's body.

But how many people in the police station are with those black cops?

The collimator himself is not sure.

The only thing I know now is that the black sun must have something to do with it.

Aiming star has never been interested in the Black Sun organization. He fought with them because he followed Qin Fei, and Qin Fei and Kun guessed that they were the sworn enemies of heiri.

It is said that Qin Fei and Kun Chai were chased and killed all the way from Asia to Africa for what Kun Chai's sister left behind.

For their friends, the collimator can fight.

But unexpectedly, the Black Sun organization's hand was so long that it reached Rio de Janeiro in South America.

Now he realized what it was like for Kun Chai and Qin Fei to be chased and killed. In a strange city, they were as frightened as rats crossing the street.

According to Zhuixing's underworld experience, he knows that once a police officer dies, the police in the whole city will temporarily put down the case, put down their usual gratitude and resentment, and try their best to pursue themselves until they catch someone.

This is the unspoken rule of almost any national police in the world.

Because no one knows whether they will fall next. If they don't hold together, criminals will wantonly kill any policeman who dares to pursue them.

Seeing a taxi coming towards him, the collimator waved.

The taxi stopped, Zhuixing opened the back door and got into the car without saying a word.

"Where are you going, sir?" asked the driver, speaking Portuguese and looking at the guest in the rearview mirror.

The collimator just wanted to say the address, but he held it back.

Thanks to his years of experience in the streets, any taxi may eventually track its own clues.

He turned on his mobile phone, called up Google map, checked the address Qin Fei gave him, and then chose an address next to the address.

"Go to Guanabala University and stop at the east gate."

Walk north from the University and cross a street about hundreds of meters to reach the number 493 of 2nd Street given by Qin Fei, which is the shelter designated by Qin Fei.

"No problem!" the driver pushed down the handle on the meter, then stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Guanabala University.

Night has fallen. The streets of Rio de Janeiro are brightly lit. Some girls in sexy clothes stand in twos and threes, smoking and sweeping every passing car. As long as a car stops next to them, these migratory warblers will gather around, show their hottest figure, tease the men in the car, and hope to exchange some money from them.

Enthusiastic music came from the radio. This is Samba's hometown. All music is as moving as dance, which makes people have a strong desire to dance.

The driver shook his fat body and slapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

The music suddenly stopped and the sound of the newscaster's mechanical version came out.

"This afternoon, there was a shooting incident in the slum near Monte Cristo. Two criminal police officers Adams and Bosang were found dead in a house. There was another body on the scene. It was identified as the owner Klaus. The three people had multiple fatal gunshot wounds..."

"... according to the clues of the police station, a suspicious man, aged about 20-35, about 1.72 meters tall, black, short curly black hair, wearing a baseball cap and tactical clothes... Can speak Portuguese, but with an English accent..."

The fat driver's fingers, which had been beating slowly according to the beat on the steering wheel, stopped.

He looked up slightly and glanced into the rearview mirror.

The collimator lowered his head, put the big backpack on his knee, then covered by the backpack, slowly extended his hand to his waist and touched the handle of the pistol.

As long as the driver has any change, he will definitely shoot this guy.

The positioning point on the mobile phone changed slowly. Fortunately, the direction was indeed towards Guanabala University, and did not turn around to other abnormal places.

The driver was very nervous and his fat body exuded a lot of sweat.

As a taxi driver, people in this profession are naturally sensitive.

They sit bored in the car every day, solicit guests, send them to their destination, and then pick up the guests to continue to the next stop. In this boring life, taxi drivers have learned to have fun for themselves.

Some of them chatted with guests, while others learned how to analyze what kind of occupation they belong to and what kind of life grade they belong to from the guests' clothes.

Over time, they are more discriminating than some policemen.

Obviously, the customer in the back seat really fits the wanted information of the police station inserted in the radio.

Black people, wearing baseball caps and khaki tactical pants, are also gentle in height

And the accent. When the driver asked about the location just now, the collimator spoke.

After all, Portuguese is not Zhuixing's mother tongue. He came back from school. The official language of South Africa is English, so Zhuixing has spoken English since childhood with a little English accent.

The quasi star's heart is like overturning a basket of wool and is in a mess.

Should I get off now, or wait until the driver arrives at Guanabala university?

He looked out of the window and saw the lights on everywhere. Occasionally, he could see the police patrolling the street. The most terrible thing was that he actually saw the news being broadcast from the film and television curtain wall of an electrical appliance store, and behind the host, in the upper right corner of the screen, was a picture of himself getting off in the slum!

Fark!

It must have been the traffic camera on the street that caught him.

The police have been busy for hours. I'm afraid they've transferred all the surveillance.

They can't see where the collimator came out of the slum, but they can see where the collimator came in.

The collimator kept cursing in his heart. The damn camera photographed himself too clearly. Even the horse Gaixian's backpack looked so eye-catching.

SHIT！

He decided to wait. When the car reached a remote place, he asked the driver to stop, get off and leave.

Just as the car passed two intersections and entered a street with few pedestrians, the collimator said to the driver, "stop, I want to get off here."

The driver didn't dare to look up at all. Instead, he was sweating and asked the collimator, "is it... Right here?"

"That's right," said the collimator, and the fat driver immediately pulled over to the side of the road.

Gave the fare to the driver. The car slammed on the accelerator and disappeared at the end of the street.

Looking at the tail light disappearing in the dark, the collimator seems to feel a little bad.

He looked around and saw a small alley opposite without any lights. He decided to go through there, and then find some roads without lights to avoid those damn cities as far as possible.

Just after crossing the road, a bunch of bright lights suddenly came from a distance.

The whole dark road turned white, and several police cars suddenly flashed the alarm lights on the roof.

And the most deadly thing is that there are cars coming here at both ends of the road, and there are alarm lights flashing on the roof, with occasional "Woo -" sirens.

No!

Zhuxing's heart suddenly understood that the fat driver sold himself!

Moreover, it is estimated that the police have been notified long ago!

Just staring at that guy, how did he do it!?