Chapter 1517: Kneeling In the Washroom

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Two days later, Luke and Phil set off again and entered Sokovia, Eastern Europe.

Standing in a room on the second floor of a bar, they immediately started moving when they saw four men in black suits get out of two cars.

Then, they reached the washroom.

Luke said, Why the washroom again? Cant it be somewhere else? I dont want the snake-catching operation to turn into the case of the washroom raids.

Phil wanted to scratch his head. The targets were the ones who chose to do it there. Theres no way to change that.

Luke sighed helplessly. Lets go in. There are only two targets this time. We cant give them a chance to act.

As they spoke, they entered the washroom.

There were bright lights and clean facilities in the snow-white bathroom. Everything was fine except for the broken gla.s.s on the floor.

Pleased, Luke nodded. Its clean. Thats great.

The three men who were fighting fiercely looked at him at the same time.

Target 1 had the opponent by the neck, and Target 1s partner, Target 2, was about to step forward and help deal with the opponent.

When they saw the two people who had come in, Targets 1 and 2 felt that something was off.

But before they could figure it out, Luke and Phil picked up their pace.

You Target 2 turned around warily and adopted a defensive pose as Phil appeared in front of him.

Target 2 subconsciously swung his fist, and it hurt, as if it had hit something hard.

F*ck! Was this guy hiding a steel plate on his chest? The thought flashed through Target 2s mind.

Phil had already grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Target 2 couldnt help dropping to the floor in pain.

There was a faint crackle, and his entire body shuddered.

Phil turned off the taser function on his glove and threw the twitching Target 2 into a separate cubicle.

On the other side, Luke punched the opponent, who was in a chokehold, so that he was forced to double over.

Target 1, who had been using him as a s.h.i.+eld, was stunned. Then, like with his opponent, he was also punched in the stomach.

Luke then grabbed both their necks and tasered them.

Their eyes rolled back and both of them pa.s.sed out.

At that moment, Phil had already thrown Target 2 into a stall, and now did the same with Target 1.

Luke picked up the opponent and propped him up against a sink. He gestured at Phil.

Phil nodded and tossed over the jacket that he had just taken off Target 1. He also put on Target 2s jacket.

He then took off his mask and sungla.s.ses and stuffed them into his pocket, and revealed a face identical to Target 2s.

He had barely cursed, when he froze and turned to look to the side.

Phil lowered the tranquilizer gun in his hand.

Luke didnt say anything and simply threw the man he was holding into a toilet stall.

Phil joined him and did the same with the other man.

The other two men in black suits were the suspects they needed to capture.

Like in the first operation, Phil used an optical camouflage on one man and carried him out.

Luke used an optical camouflage on the last man, and then tossed two wads of toilet paper soaked in cold water onto the heads of the unconscious Targets 1 and 2.

Then, he put the porcupine meat s.h.i.+eld into s.p.a.ce 2, and left with the last man.

Five minutes later, there was a noise from one of the stalls, and the door opened with a bang.

Targets 1 and 2 staggered out and looked at the empty washroom with question marks on their faces.

Target 1: What happened?

Target 2: How would I know?

He didnt want to talk at all.

When he woke up just now, he realized that he had been holding Target 1 tightly, and their lips were pressed together.

The person who did this was really evil! He would rather be thrown to the floor than lie on top of Target 1.

Looking at the tissue soaked in cold water in his hand, Target 1 subconsciously used it to wipe his mouth. After a moments observation, he suddenly gestured for Target 2 to be careful.

The two of them stood in front of the neighboring stall. On a silent count of three, Target 1 kicked the stall door open.

Looking at the two men in suits who were lying on the ground, Targets 1 and 2 were stumped.

Turning the men up so that their faces were clear, Targets 1 and 2 looked at each other and shook their heads.

They had no impression of these two at all.

Thinking quickly, Target 1 decided, Lets go. We cant stay here.

They had come to catch an arms smuggler.

In the end, they were knocked out while trying to catch him. Now, the man was gone, and there were two unconscious men in suits in the stall.

There was something strange about this.

The two men in black suits were probably props to cop the blame.

Experience told them that the more deeply involved they got in this sort of strange affair, the faster they would die.

The best choice was to leave immediately and pretend that nothing had happened.