nashuaworldcup More dangerous than she initially thought
More dangerous than she initially thought
Kate sat on the sofa in the living room, and the laptop screen in front of him was still on. She was trying to sort out her next report plan, but the warning before Lynn left always emerged in her mind. He said that the Holy Blood Alliance had set her eyes on her and told her to be careful. She knew he was not an exaggeration, but she still felt that she should pay the price for the truth and even take risks.
"It's so quiet." She murmured to herself, trying to break the tension in her heart with this sentence. But she knew that this quietness was a dangerous sign in itself.
Kate stood up, stretched, then walked to the window, opened the curtains a little, and glanced at the street. She saw a strange black sedan parked across the street, with a dark explosion-proof film sticking to the window, and she couldn't see what was inside. Although it didn't seem to be anything unusual, Kate's sixth sense disturbed her.
She returned to the sofa and tried to relax herself, telling herself that it was just an ordinary car, but her hand unconsciously touched the self-defense gun hidden in the tea table drawer. The gun was something Lynn had her carry with her, and he knew Kate wouldn't give up on the fight easily, but at least hoped she could protect herself.
Meanwhile, in the shadows not far from the apartment building, Lynn is standing next to a low-key SUV, observing Kate's apartment through dim street lights. He leaned against the car door, looking cold, holding a pistol equipped with a silencer in his hand.
Since Kate's article was published, he knew that the Holy Blood Alliance would never let her go easily. This dark organization has always been efficient and cold-blooded, and they will not tolerate someone exposing their secrets to the sun. And Kate has undoubtedly become a thorn in their side.
A faint electric current suddenly came from Lynn's headphones, followed by a familiar voice: "Lynn, this is Hans. How is your location?"
"I'm outside Kate's apartment." Lynn's voice was low and calm. "It's normal for the time being, but I suspect they've started to act."
"Is there any movement over there?" Hans asked.
"No, but there is a car parked across the street and it doesn't look right." Lynn glanced at the black sedan, his eyes like a knife, "I plan to wait a little longer."
"Well, I'll send a support team, but it will take some time." Hans's voice was filled with a little concern, "If they really send someone, don't fight head-on."
Lynn didn't answer, just hung up the call. He knew that he would not wait for support before taking action. Time is the key to everything, and the Holy Blood Alliance will not give them too many opportunities.
At this moment, the door of the black car suddenly opened and several figures walked out of the car. Their movements are quick and secretive, and they are obviously trained professional killers. They quickly spread out in dark clothes and hats, two of them headed straight for Kate’s apartment building, while the other two stayed next to the car on guard.
Lynn's eyes instantly became cold. He cursed in a low voice, then quickly turned around and pulled out a pair of thermal imagers and a backup weapon from the car.
Kate sat on the sofa, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. She suddenly heard a slight footsteps, which came from the corridor, followed by the sound of the door lock of her apartment being pried. Her body froze, her hand slowly reached to the tea table drawer, and took out the self-defense gun.
"Who?" she shouted, trying to make her voice sound more intimidating.
The answer to her was the "click" sound of the door lock being completely opened. Kate held his breath and pointed his muzzle at the door. The next second, two men in black broke in, holding a pistol with a silencer in their hands.
"End her soon!" One of the men whispered, pointing his gun at Kate.
Kate pulled the trigger and the first shot hit the door frame, but the second shot hit one of them in the shoulder. The other party groaned and fell to the ground. Another killer quickly raised his gun to fight back. The bullet brushed through Kate's ear. She quickly rolled behind the sofa and used the sofa as a cover.
The bullet penetrated the backrest of the sofa and made a low "puff" sound. Kate's heartbeat was so fast that she was about to jump out of her chest, she tried to keep her hands steady and tried to aim and shoot. But the other party's pace was astonishingly fast and he quickly moved to her side.
"Damn it!" Kate cursed in a low voice, feeling that his strength was almost swallowed by fear.
However, just as the killer was about to pull the trigger, a muffled sound suddenly came from outside the window. The killer's body suddenly leaned forward and fell to the ground, and a bloody flower burst out from his head.
Kate was stunned. She turned to look out the window and saw Lynn standing on the roof opposite, holding a sniper rifle in her hand, her eyes as cold as a falcon.
"Let's go down!" Lynn whispered his command through his headphones.
Kate immediately did as he crawled on the ground, while Lynn had already started moving. He quickly slid down from the rooftop, his movements as quick as a cheetah.
Meanwhile, two other killers downstairs heard the gunshots and were about to rush into the apartment. After Lin En landed, he aimed directly at their backs with the gun in his hand. After two muffled sounds, the two bodies fell on the street.
Lynn rushed to the apartment without hesitation, leaping up the stairs a few steps and rushing into Kate's room. His gun swept around the house quickly and confirmed that there was no other threat before he walked to Kate who was hiding behind the sofa.
"Are you okay?" His voice was cold and hard, but there was a hint of concern.
Kate raised his head, his face full of shock, but she shook her head, "I'm still alive, thanks to you."
Lynn nodded and helped her up, "We have to go. This place has been exposed and they may send more people."
Kate nodded gritting his teeth and followed Lynn out of the apartment. As she went downstairs, she couldn't help but whisper: "Will they really kill me at all costs?"
"Yes." Lynn's voice was low. "You are their target now, but you don't know these people enough. Their methods are not just killing people, they will let you understand what real despair is."
Kate didn't speak anymore, but her eyes became more determined. She knew she was involved in a more dangerous battle than she thought, but she also understood that the battle could no longer turn back.
In the night wind, Lynn helped Kate get into the car, started the engine, and quickly drove away from the scene.
Lynn's car drove through the streets of Brooklyn, and Kate sat in the passenger seat belt tightly with his hands, his face still not fully calmed down. The atmosphere inside the car was solemn and depressing, only the low roar of the engine filled the silence. Lin En held the steering wheel in one hand, his eyes as cold as a blade. His other hand gently pressed against the communicator in his ear, his voice low and a little impatient.
"Hans, where are your people?" Lynn's tone was filled with a hint of urgency.
"We just arrived, Lynn." Hans' voice came from his headphones, mixed with the blurry sirens in the background. "We caught a small leader, the commander of the operation team. He is being sent to headquarters for interrogation. Room, you'd better come back soon."
Lynn nodded, turned to look at Kate, who was still a little shocked, "We have to go to the headquarters."
Kate looked up and took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice, "Will he cooperate that little boss?"
"If he doesn't cooperate, I will let him understand that cooperation is the only choice." Lin En's eyes were like a knife, and his voice was as low as a muffled thunder.
Kaite nodded and didn't say anything. Although she was still doubtful about Lynn's approach, at this moment, she could only trust this cold agent.
In the interrogation room at the FBI headquarters, the atmosphere was like a tight bowstring. The room was dim and there was only a strong light hitting directly in the middle of the table. A man with a stubble face sat on a chair, his hands were handcuffed to the table. There was still blood on his face and a sneer was hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care about the situation he was in.
Hans stood aside, his arms crossed and his face dark. He looked at the man sitting in the chair, then at Lynn's figure pushing the door open, and nodding.
"This is our guy." Hans pointed to the man, "Michelle Renaldo, a low-level leader of the Holy Blood Alliance, specializing in assassination and 'cleaning' missions. Take people to attack tonight Kate's actions were commanded by him."
Lynn walked to the table, pulled open the chair and sat down. He didn't say anything, but stared at Reinaldo, his eyes as cold as if they could penetrate a person's soul.
Reinaldo raised his eyebrows and leaned against the back of the chair, with a lazy expression, "Let me guess, next you will tell me that I'm in a lot of trouble, right?"
"Your trouble is greater than you think." Lynn's voice was low but deterrent, "but it depends on how you answer my question next."
"Question?" Reinaldo sneered, "Don't bother. I won't say anything."
"Oh?" Lin En leaned forward slightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You think you are very smart, right? Then I tell you that when we caught you, you had already searched your device and communication records. We know that the order tonight was passed down from the core layer of the Holy Blood Alliance. And you are just an errand runner."
Reynaldo's smile froze, but soon returned to his previous indifference. "If you know this, why do you come and ask me? Just keep me in my life."
Lynn ignored his provocation and tapped the table with his fingers, "We have time, but I don't think you don't. Do you think the Holy Blood Alliance will take risks for a pawn like you? You fall into our hands, they only They will think you are a burden. They will give up on you and even clear out all the traces you leave, including yourself."
Reynaldo's mouth twitched, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but soon covered up his past, "You agents will play these psychological tactics, which is useless to me."
"Then you try it." Lynn stood up and looked at him coldly. "We have contacted several witnesses and technical teams to gradually restore your action plan tonight. How long do you think you can last?"
"Go to you!" Reinaldo slapped the table suddenly, and obviously his emotions began to lose control. "You bullshit investigators, you know nothing at all!"
Lynn stopped, turned his head slightly to look at him, his tone still calm, "Then you might as well tell us and let us know more."
Reinaldo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but eventually shut up. Sweat came out of his forehead, and the chains on the handcuffs made a slight metal collision sound from his movements.
At this moment, in the observation room outside the interrogation room, Kate looked at all through one-way glass, feeling both nervous and shocked. She had seen Lynn's action, but now she has witnessed his interrogation skills for the first time - the calm but oppressive aura, as if it was thinning the air.
"Do you think he will let go?" Kate asked Hans standing beside him in a low voice.
"People like Reinaldo..." Hans shrugged, "are only loyal to interests. If we can make him feel that it is safer to cooperate with us than to keep secrets for the Holy Blood Alliance, he will tell you."
Kate nodded, but still felt the tension in her heart. She knew that Reinaldo might have important information about the Holy Blood Alliance, and this information might be related to the life and death of more people.
A few minutes later, Lin En sat down again, staring at Reinaldo with cold eyes, "This is your last chance. Tell us the next action target of the Holy Blood Alliance, and we can consider giving you a way out."
"What if I tell you?" Reinaldo gritted his teeth and said with a hint of despair in his voice, "The Holy Blood Alliance will not let me go. No matter where you imprison me, they will find a way to find me, and then..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"That depends on whether they have a chance." Lin En's voice was still calm, but with an unquestionable power, "If you cooperate, we can give you a complete protection agreement. You will get a new identity and a new life - instead of having your throat cut in some dark corner."
Reinaldo's Adam's apple moved, and he was obviously a little shaken.
"The core of the Holy Blood Alliance has moved," Lin En continued, "and you are just their tool. If you don't tell them now, when they find you in the net, their cleanup process will be faster than ours. You will die, and die more miserably than those men tonight."
Reinaldo's eyes wandered for a while, and finally lowered his head, and said hoarsely: "Okay... okay. I'll tell you... but you have to keep me safe."
"Go first." Lin En's voice was as cold as a knife.
Renaldo gritted his teeth, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally spoke, "Their next target is at the dock. They are arranging a secret transport... some new test product. The time is the night after tomorrow, midnight."
Lin En's eyes flashed a cold light, but he did not show his emotion, just nodded, "Continue. The specific location?"
"The underground warehouse at Pier 7. They made some arrangements there to cover the transportation of goods." Renaldo panted, "But I don't know what the specific goods are... Only the higher-ups know these things."
"What else?" Lin En asked, without a trace of slackness in his tone.
Reinaldo hesitated for a moment, and finally whispered: "They sent a man named 'Caleb' to take charge of the operation. He is the core executor of the Holy Blood Alliance. If you want to strike the Holy Blood Alliance, you have to catch him."
Lynn nodded, stood up, and said to Hans's headset: "Recording completed. Inform the field team that we have a target." He turned to look at Reinaldo and added coldly: "I hope your intelligence is true, otherwise, you won't like the consequences."
Reinaldo lowered his head and said nothing, but the sweat on his forehead betrayed his fear.
At midnight, Pier 7 in Brooklyn was shrouded in a dead silence and darkness. The cold wind blew from the sea, bringing a biting chill, stirring the fog over the port. The occasional sound of the ship's whistle in the distance was like some kind of low warning. Most of the lights on the dock were off, and only a few dim chandeliers swayed on the top of the warehouse, casting a faint light on the mottled iron door corroded by the sea water.
Lin En leaned against an inconspicuous van, scanning every corner of the dock with sharp eyes. He was wearing black tactical equipment, holding a pistol with a silencer in his hand, and heard the team's communication from time to time.
"The target area is clear." Hans' voice came from the headset, with his usual calmness and professionalism, "The security of the perimeter is fine, but the internal layout may be more complicated than we thought. I just received intelligence that 'Caleb' has arrived at the scene in person."
Lin En's eyes instantly became colder. "Caleb?" He repeated in a low voice, as if chewing on the name.
"Yes, a high-level executor of the Holy Blood Alliance." Hans continued, "He is not only a coordinator, but also a cold-blooded killer. It is said that he was personally responsible for many assassinations, including the "clean-up" mission of several mutant test subjects. This person is more dangerous than any enemy we have encountered before."
"Okay." Lin's voice was low but powerful, "We will keep him this time."
"Are you sure?" Hans' voice was a little worried, "If the intelligence is true, he has a whole team of mercenaries under him. This is their home ground, and we don't have enough people."
"It's not a matter of number." Lin said coldly, "It's a matter of speed. Before they complete the transaction, we must intercept their plan."
Lin looked up and looked into the distance. There were several armored trucks parked at the dock, and several fully armed guards patrolled back and forth around them. Their steps were neat and orderly. Obviously, they were not ordinary street thugs, but professionally trained killers.
He turned on the headset and issued instructions to all the action teams: "Everyone, get in position. Once we enter, we will prioritize confirming the goods and cut off their transportation lines. Be careful of Caleb, this man cannot be underestimated."
"Understood." Several brief responses came over the communication.
Lin En took a deep breath, pulled down the brim of his hat, held his weapon in hand, and took the lead in sneaking to the flank of the warehouse. The night became his cover, and his footsteps were as light as a cat, making almost no sound in the dark.
Kate was sitting in the FBI's temporary command vehicle, watching the progress of the operation nervously through the monitoring screen. She was strongly asked by Lynn to stay here, and although she tried to argue, she had to compromise in the end. She knew that she was no longer a bystander, her report was closely related to this operation, and she also knew that all this was far more dangerous than she had initially imagined.