Chapter 301 If I Had Known This Would Happen, Why Would I Risk My Life!

Seeing the Buick suddenly scurry out of the street, Leni did not rush to chase it, but steadily put the P30L pistol in her hand back into her down jacket pocket.

Then, while the onlookers didn't notice her movements, Leni quickly replaced the pistol loaded with Frigga bullets with another P30L loaded with live ammunition.

Buzz!

A burst of engine roar came from the side, which was the ear-splitting roar of the Porsche Panamera 4.8T 500-horsepower V8 engine.

With a strong gust of wind blowing by, a white Panamera passed Leni's side and went straight towards the Buick.

Before the Buick had even driven far, the Panamera driven by Meister suddenly passed by it with full throttle.

Squeak~!

The screeching sound of tires echoed throughout the neighborhood. As the Mestra applied the handbrake and suddenly turned the steering wheel, the entire car landed directly in the middle of the road not far in front of the Buick!

Meister calmly lowered the passenger side window and picked up the Glock pistol that was placed on the passenger seat with his right hand.

Just like that, from a long distance away, he pointed the gun at the driver's seat of the Buick with a serious face!

Upon seeing this, the lookout man quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel. He was frightened and couldn't help but cursed, this bitch didn't want her life to dare to do this!

Squeak~!

The screeching sound of tires scraping against the road surface sounded again. Under the horrified gazes of passers-by, the Buick was dangerously crossing the middle of the road.

Through the passenger window, the lookout man saw Mestre's pretty face as cold as ice. The murderous intent emanating from his eyes made him shiver, and he felt extremely fearful for no reason.

"Fuck!"

The lookout man uttered a curse word to embolden himself, and then stepped on the accelerator with his right foot to restart the car and turn around to escape.

However, before he could restart the Buick, a series of gunshots suddenly reached his ears.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

Four gunshots were fired in succession, and then the lookout man felt the body of the Buick suddenly tilt toward the driver's seat, and his body involuntarily tilted a few points to the left.

Looking out the window blankly, he was shocked to find that the woman who had just chased the mouse was standing in the middle of the road at leisure, with the pistol held high and locked in her direction.

It’s over…

The watchman's heart sank, knowing that he might be doomed this time.

Glancing at the M9 pistol next to his butt, the lookout man swallowed his saliva, but in the end he didn't have the guts to pick it up and start a resistance.

"I surrender! Surrender!"

Taking one last look at the money bag on the passenger seat, the lookout man consciously raised his hands above his head and hugged his head, and then pressed his forehead tightly against the steering wheel.

My villa, cruise ship, gone...

…

Looking at the belated arrival of the New York police, Leni calmly leaned against the Buick and waved to the two police officers who rushed out of the police car.

"One of our own, FBI! We've solved it here, and there's another one lying on the ground over there!"

Leni magically took out an FBI ID card from her palm, and when one of the police officers came closer, she handed it to him.

"Relax, the gangster has been taken care of. This is my subordinate. Do you need her to provide identification?"

The police officer carefully checked the FBI ID and confirmed that the person in the photo was the beautiful woman in front of him, but she was wearing sunglasses, and he felt vaguely familiar.

"Agent Skyler?"

"I'm right. The guy lying on the ground is a lookout. A pistol was found on him. The guy lying on the ground unable to get up is one of the gangsters who just entered the supermarket to rob. According to them, he is called a rat. This M870 shotgun is his weapon."

Leni pointed to the shotgun standing beside her, and then took out several 12-gauge shotgun shells from her pocket.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Leni wore white gloves during the entire process of collecting these evidences, and the same is true now.

"Do you have the evidence bag with you?"

Leni skillfully asked the police officer, and then motioned to the other party to bring out the evidence bag so that they could dispose of the bullets.

Seeing the other party's skillful appearance, the police officer was stunned for a moment and then believed the other party's identity as FBI. He inserted the tightly held pistol back into the holster. The police officer turned back and greeted his companion.

"York! Get the evidence bag from the car!"

Leni didn't say much when she saw this. After all, for such a fierce gangster, it was good that these police officers could come. If it were Hell's Kitchen, I'm afraid the police would only arrive after everyone died.

"Don't worry, that one won't die. He was hit by a tranquilizer bomb. He won't wake up unless he sleeps for 12 hours. You have enough time to investigate their details."

Looking at Police Officer York who had stopped talking before him, Leni smiled and threw all the 12-gauge shotshells into the evidence bag in the opponent's hand, and then handed over the previous bag containing money.

"It seems that these guys were forced to rob this supermarket because banks were closed on Christmas. It's a pity that after so much effort, the total money in this bag was less than a thousand US dollars."

Upon hearing this, the watchman who was lying on the ground and tied up with zip ties by Leni almost couldn't catch his breath and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Less than a thousand dollars?

If I had known this, how could I have fought so hard!

Ignoring the tearful lookout man, Leni turned to the police officer and said:

"There are three gangsters in the supermarket. Two have been anesthetized and the other has been shot dead. The matter has been resolved. There is also an agent inside who is also one of mine."

Seeing the two police officers working together to put the culprits into the police car, Leni took them back to the door of the supermarket.

At this time, a lot of people gathered at the door of the supermarket, and they all came to watch the excitement after hearing the news.

Don't ask why they are not afraid of death and dare to watch the fun at this time. Didn't everyone inside say that someone has killed all the gangsters?

The aftermath was much easier. Leni had already said hello to SHIELD, and said to Coulson, "You guys really don't stop, you can even get robbed when you take a vacation..." Amidst the complaints, I received a positive reply from the other party.

"I know, I'll notify the NYPD."

Looking at the gangster members who were carried into the police car by the supporting police officers, and the last body that was obviously shot in the head and put in a body bag, Leni raised her eyebrows at Skye in surprise.

"How's it going? How does it feel to kill someone for the first time?"

It's okay that Leni didn't mention it. When she mentioned Skye, she immediately recalled the scene when the Vulture was shot in the head by her.

"vomit!"

A strong feeling of discomfort surged into her heart, and Skye subconsciously let out a retching sound, then rushed to the trash can nearby, holding on to the trash can while vomiting, unable to recover.

"Pfft~ah hahaha~"

Leni's heartless laughter came from behind, and Skye couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This guy, he knew he would have this reaction, he did it on purpose, right?

Meister shook his head helplessly, took a new down jacket from the car, walked over to Skye and put it on her.

"Relax and think about other things. It will be fine after a while. I was just like you the first time. When I returned to the Italian hotel that night, I vomited alone for a long time."

Mester was referring to the previous infiltration mission at the Central Hotel in Libya. Unlike the previous times when he flew fighter planes to provide aerial fire support, this time Mester actually held a weapon and shot the enemy at close range.

The image of red and white things splashing out is still fresh in her memory even today when she thinks about it.

"How can... vomit... be so easy to... vomit... vomit..."

Listening to Skye's response that was mixed with the sound of vomiting, Mester reluctantly reached out and patted Skye's back.

There is no way, Skye can really only overcome this kind of thing...