Chapter 1367: Pigeon release?

"Basically that's it. She and I haven't seen each other for ten years." Osorisa sipped with a sip of wine.
"It looks like your younger sister is a real dangerous person." Inglit said: "I knew that you shouldn't let her go just now, but force her to stay.
Osorisa had just thought about not letting Rebecca fall into the hands of the association.
But now I want to come, my own idea is indeed wrong.
It's better to leave Rebecca directly, and then pleading for yourself, Rebecca may not die.
However, if Rebecca killed someone in Los Angeles.
By then I'm afraid Osorisa's plea won't work.
"What then?"
"Find her as soon as possible, and don't make any noise in Los Angeles if she wants to make a mess."
...
Rebecca has always been very alert.
She did not immediately return to her residence.
Because she was faintly aware that someone was following her.
Was it the same person who was sneaking a shot? Rebecca guessed.
Rebecca took out a vanity case from her pocket and looked at the back through the mirror on the vanity case.
Twenty meters behind, a car drove slowly and followed behind him slowly.
There is a lot of traffic on this road and you can't do it here.
Change to a lonely place and start again.
Rebecca said secretly.
Francis followed Rebecca cautiously.
He didn't feel the need to be careful about following a woman.
He didn't know that Rebecca had already spotted him.
He didn't even realize that he had been led to a remote place by Rebecca.
Rebecca felt that the time was about to turn, and turned around and was about to shoot.
Suddenly, a strong crisis struck.
Rebecca knew where this sense of crisis came from.
Sniper! He was followed by a sniper.
Rebecca slammed down, and a large hole appeared in the ground next to Rebecca, and a dust splashed on the concrete floor.
A van came galloping, and two men in black suits and black sunglasses rushed down from the car, holding machine guns and firing at Rebecca.
Da da da--
Rebecca responded extremely quickly, and she rolled over and jumped to the grass on the side of the road.
The two gunmen glanced at each other, one of them carefully walked to the side of the road, and the machine gun in his hand was held tightly.
But at this moment, a hand stretched out from the grass and grabbed the shooter's face.
The hand pulled hard and pulled the gun into the dark.
Da da da--
There was a sound of gunfire in the darkness, and then it was silent.
Suddenly, there was another shot in the darkness.
But this time the gunfire wasn't right, but the van. The driver on the van was killed on the spot.
The remaining gunman screamed in a bad voice and hid behind the car.
The next moment, Rebecca had rushed out of the darkness.
She crashed directly into the van.
嘭
The two thousand kilogram van was knocked over directly, pressing the gunman hiding behind him to the ground.
Rebecca turned to look at Francis's car.
Francis was frightened, and immediately turned the steering wheel to escape.
Rebecca had just wanted to catch up, at which point the sniper who was hiding nearby fired again.
Rebecca lay down on her body again and could only watch Francis flee.
She could only find the sinister sniper first.
...
"Mr. Chen, it's me, I'm Francis." Francis was scared tonight.
He originally thought that the other party was just an ordinary woman.
But he did not expect that woman was so terrible.
Although as a private detective, he has come across various people.
Even the black ... hand ... party, but he has never seen a real shootout.
It's terrible. How did that woman knock over the van just now?
Did you read it wrong? To this day Francis is still in chaos.
"Well, Mr. Francis, has the investigation been cleared so soon?"
"What to investigate? That woman is a killer at all. I saw her killing people on the road, and she killed two others."
"Killer?" Chen Yan was somewhat surprised.
Is Killer's business so extensive now? How can you do business that cheats you?
As far as Chen Kun knows, professional killers earn more than liars.
Is it really worthwhile for a professional killer to seduce a small shrimp like Murphy?
Francis is incoherent, and speaking is inconsistent.
Chen Yun could feel that Francis was really frightened.
"Continue to help me investigate that woman." Chen Yan said.
"No, never, that woman is too dangerous," Francis called.
"You received my money." Chen Yan said.
"I don't care, anyway, I will never take over this investigation task anymore, your ten thousand dollars is my compensation." Francis intends to play tricks.
"Mr. Francis, you are afraid of that female killer. Do you think I am more bullied than a female killer?"
Regardless of what Francis is feeling now, Chen Yunke took his own money and must do things for himself. This is a rule.
"I don't want to talk to you about it anymore, so be it." Francis hung up.
Chen Ye looked at the phone that had been hung up and turned to look at Fali: "Fari, I'll go out."
"It's so late, are there any customers?"
"Murphy encountered a female liar. I asked a private detective to investigate her, but the private detective took my money and let my pigeons go."
"That's a good lesson for private detectives," Fali said disapprovingly.
...
Francis was in a state of restlessness at the moment.
He didn't take his threats to Chen Wei seriously.
Those who can look for him as a private detective will have no way of doing it.
At least he thought so.
What he really cared about was that woman, that terrible woman.
Will he find himself?
The more Francis thought, the more disturbed he became.
No, you cannot stay here.
Francis decided to leave Los Angeles first.
Francis hurriedly packed his salute.
But when he was out of the house, he suddenly found Chen Yan standing next to his car.
Francis stepped forward boldly: "How are you here?"
嘭
Suddenly, there was a bloodstain on Francis's cheek.
A bullet swept across his face, and the bullet hit the ground next to Chen Yan.
Francis wows and slumps to the ground.
"Mr. Francis, I said you would regret it." Chen Yan stood in front of Francis.
Francis shook his head and did not dare to look up.
"No one has dared to collect my money and dared to release my pigeons. I don't know who gave you the courage."
"I was wrong. I was wrong ... Sorry, I was wrong. Let me go."
"I'll give you three days. No matter what means you use, I will investigate the identity of that woman. If I don't get the information within three days, then ... biu ..."