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Harpers.Wenworth did not leave Kendon Falls very often. Dressed in co-worker attire and pushing a cart loaded with mops, brooms, and fishing gear (aka his Colt AR︱15 semi-automatic assault rifle), Hubers.Winston found that the great city had changed a great deal in the twenty years since he had last visited the place. And he noticed that what he had heard about before was a chronic cancer that was slowly gnawing at white people, and now it was real.Lord who led us to the green grass and green land, please open your eyes and see: there are more people of yellow race like Japanese or Chinese (who can tell the difference?) here than in Tokyo.New York City is as full of Hispanics as there are mosquitoes.And the Arabs, he couldn't figure out why these people didn't all go to the World Trade Center, so that they could be wiped out all at once.There was a woman in that Muslim attire crossing the street. He looked at this woman covered from head to toe, and suddenly had the urge to kill her, because she might know someone who recognized those who attacked him. Terrorists in the homeland.

And the Indians and Basquiatians, he should send them all home just because he can't understand what the fuck is saying in their mouths, let alone none of them Christian too. The government's behavior made Hubbers angry.They opened up the borders and let these brutes come in and gobble up the country and force the decent people to relocate to some safe place (Kendon Falls for example) and now there are even fewer places like that.However, God still treats the shrewd Hubbards.Wenworth blinked and blessed him, making him a holy freedom fighter, because Jedi.Baynes and his friends knew that besides teaching children "Bible" stories, Harpers had a special skill.He knew how to kill, and he did it very, very well.Sometimes his fishing gear is a kabbar, sometimes a strangulation line, sometimes a cute Colt pistol, sometimes a compound bow.Every one of the dozen or so missions he's been on over the years has been flawless.A Hispanic beauty in Massachusetts, a left-wing politician in Alabany, a nigger in Burlington County, an abortifacient infanticide doctor in Pennsylvania were all one of them.

And now, he's about to add another prosecutor to the list. He pushed the trolley past the almost empty underground parking lot on Center Street, stopped at one of the many doors along the street, and stood in front of it, waiting.He looked haggard and looked like a fellow worker who was about to start the night shift.A few minutes later, the door opened, and he nodded cheerfully to a woman coming out of the downstairs hall.This is a middle-aged woman, carrying a briefcase, wearing jeans and a white top.Although she also smiled at him, she tightly closed the door behind her, and then said, sorry, she can't let him in, you know, it's based on security measures.

He said it's okay, he understands.Then returned another smile. A minute later, he stuffed her twitching body into the cart and removed the ID card she wore around her neck.He inserted the card into the electronic card reader, and the door clicked open. Hubs pushed the cart, covered the woman's body with a garbage bag, then took the elevator up to the third floor, and soon found the office with the best location that Mr. Will said.There was a clear view of the street from here, and, since the office belonged to the Highway Statistics Bureau, there would be no employees in the office on Sunday evening, barring an emergency.The door to the office was locked, but the strong man kicked it open with just one kick (Mr. Will said at the time that there was not enough time to teach him some lockpicking skills).As soon as he entered the room, Hubers took out the long gun from the cart, put on the sniper scope, and took a test aim at the street below.

This is an excellent hiding spot for sniping, and it is impossible for him to make mistakes. But, to be honest, he was a little uneasy.It wasn't that Grady was the hunted that bothered him; he could easily capture the trophy without any problems.What worries him is the problem of escape afterwards.He likes living in Kendong Falls, telling his children the stories of the Bible he adapted himself, hunting, fishing and being with like-minded friends.Even Cindy can be pretty funny on some nights when the feel is right and a little booze kicks in. But Magician Will's plan also factored in his escape.

When Grady showed up, Hubbers would aim at him from behind the windowpane and fire five straight shots, with no gaps between the shots.The first bullet will break the glass, and the trajectory may be off, but the next four bullets will definitely kill the prosecutor.Then, under Mr. Weir's plan, Harpers would have to open a fire escape door first, but not exit there, so as to mislead the police into thinking he had escaped by that route.Instead, he should return to the parking lot.Will had parked an old Dodge in the handicap space in the parking lot, and he had to climb into the trunk of the car.When the time comes (perhaps that night, but more likely tomorrow), the car will be towed to storage for parking violations.

The towing personnel are all private operators who have signed contracts with the police. According to regulations, when they are performing towing work, they must never open the car's door or luggage compartment.So he can stay safely in the car and follow the tow truck through all the roadblocks to the car storage yard.Once everything was quiet outside, Hubbers could open the trunk from the inside and flee back to Kendong Falls.There was plenty of fresh water and food stored in the luggage compartment, and there was an empty jar there if he couldn't resist the urge to pee. What a clever plan.

And, as a shrewd man with a wink from God, Hubbers will do his best to make it happen. Hubbers aimed his gun at random people on the street to develop the sense of hunting, while thinking that Mr. Will would perform a very good magic trick.Maybe, he thought, when all this was over, he could get the man back to Kendong Falls and put on a magic show for the Sunday-school kids. Even if it wasn't possible, Hubbers thought, at least he'd made up a story about Jesus turning into a magician and then wielding Romans and pagans alike. Nerves tense. The chill came from the cold sweat running down Emilia's back.

The chill comes from a feeling of fear. search carefully She turned to another dark passage in the criminal court building, her right hand resting near the holster of her gun. □□□ But watch your back. □□□ Hey, Rhyme, I bet you I'm perfectly happy to follow that rule.But what to watch out for?Care for a thin-faced man in his fifties who may or may not be bearded?Care for old women in cafeteria waitress outfits?Or watch out for workers, jail guards, janitors, paramedics, cooks, firefighters, nurses?There were dozens of people who could reasonably be here at this time on a Sunday. Who, who, who?

Her radio rang and there was Sellitto's voice.I'm on the third floor, Emilia.Nothing was found. I'm in the basement.There are more than a dozen people here, and all of them have good IDs, but who knows how early he started planning this operation, maybe he will have fake IDs on him. I'm going to the fourth floor now. They ended the call while she continued the search operation, walking down the corridor.There are dozens of doors here, all locked. However, to Will, such a simple door lock is not worth a damn.He can pick the lock in seconds and hide in any dark storage room or materials room.He could sneak into the judge's office and hide there until Monday.He can even open the locked iron fence cover and get into the public pipeline channel, so that he can freely access more than half of the buildings in Lower Manhattan, as convenient as the subway.

She turned a corner and entered another dark corridor, trying to open the round knob on the door as she walked, only to find an unlocked door.If he had been inside, he would have heard her voice (if not her footsteps, she would have heard her turn the door knob), so she had no choice but to go as fast as she could. Break into this room.She pushed the door open, turned on the flashlight, and was ready to jump to the left whenever she saw a weapon pointed at her (according to statistics, when right-handed gunmen shoot in panic, the barrel of the gun tends to deflect to the left, so the bullet will come towards the right side of your body). The half-squat made her arthritic knees scream, and she fought back the pain as she quickly swept the halogen lights across the room.There was nothing else in the room except a few boxes and filing cabinets.However, when she turned to leave, she remembered that he once simply used a black cloth to completely hide in the dark.So she went back and looked at the room carefully again, shining the beam of the flashlight on every corner. At this moment, she suddenly felt something touch her neck. Gasping, she turned quickly and raised her pistol, only to find that she was aiming at a dusty cobweb. She returned to the corridor again.Continue to check more doors and more dead ends. There were footsteps approaching her.A man came towards her.The man was bald, in his early sixties, and was wearing a guard's uniform and the correct badge.He nodded to her as he passed by.The man was taller than Will, so she only took one look at him before letting him pass. But she suddenly remembered that since he can quickly change clothes, there must be a way to make him taller. She turned around immediately. The man was gone, and all she saw was an empty hallway, or a hallway that looked empty.She remembered that the cunning magician had once disappeared to kill Svetlana.Lasnikhov, and using the mirror refraction suddenly appeared to kill Tony.Calvert.Suddenly, her body tensed up.She drew her pistol and walked towards where the guard, or the man who looked like a guard, had disappeared. where?Where the hell is Will? Rona.Bell trotted along Central Street, his gaze kept scanning the street scene in front of him.Cars, trucks, hot dog vendors standing behind steaming metal carts, young people working in perpetually functioning law firms or investment banks, people swooning after downing copious amounts of beer in the South Street Seaport, dog walkers , street shoppers and dozens of Manhattanites dragged outdoors by the energy of the city, roaming the streets in good or bad weather. Where? Bell often believes that life is like hammering a nail, which is slang in his hometown, which means shooting.He grew up in Albemarle Bay, North Carolina, where firearms were a necessity rather than a fetishist's collection.From a young age he was taught to reverence for guns, and much of that had to do with concentration.Even a simple shot, whether the target is a paper target, a rattlesnake or a copperhead, or even as large as a deer, can go awry and be extremely dangerous if the target is not fully focused. Indeed, life is like this.Bell knew very well that no matter what happened in the tomb at this moment, he must concentrate on the current task: to protect Charles.Grady's safety. Emilia.Sachs had just spoken to him and said she was checking everyone in the criminal court building, no matter what age, ethnicity or size (she had just caught up with a bald guy who was much taller than Will guard, but it was also immediately proven that he was not a suspect because this man knew her deceased father).She has finished searching one side of the basement and is now ready to push the other side. Sellitto and Ball.Howman's men are still searching the upper floors of the building floor by floor.And the weirdest part of this hunting operation is none other than Andrew.Constable, at this moment, was trying to track down leads about Will from upstate New York.This would be interesting, Bell thought, if the escaped suspect was found by the man they had originally accused of attempted murder. While running, Bell cast his gaze into the interior of every car and every truck he passed. His eyes went into the roadway, and the two guns on his waist were ready to be drawn at any time.According to his own research and judgment, the most likely place for the gangster to assassinate Grady is on this street, before he enters the building, so that he has a chance to escape alive after he strikes.He didn't believe that these people would launch a suicide attack, that didn't fit the profile of a gangster at all.The time when Grady parked the car and got out and walked to the heavy gate of the squalid criminal court building was when the killer was most likely to shoot.And, it would be a breeze, since there was simply no place to hide in the streets. Where is Will hiding? And, just as important as this question: Where is Grady? His wife said he was driving a private car, not the one sent by the government.Bell has issued an Emergency Vehicle Assistance Notice to find the prosecutor's Billionaire car, but no unit has found it until now. Bell turned around slowly, his eyes swept across the street, turning at an angle of 360 degrees like a lighthouse.He looked up at the building across the street. It was a brand new government office building with dozens of windows facing Central Street.Bell, who was involved in a hostage-taking incident in the building, quickly concluded that the building was almost empty on a Sunday.This is an excellent hiding place, where you can wait for Grady to show up. In addition, this street is also an excellent sniping location.For example, criminals can drive by and attack targets on the street. where?Where exactly will it be? Rona.Bell thinks back to a time in the Southern Virginia Everglades when he went wild hunting with his father.They were attacked by a wild boar, which his father shot and wounded, but which escaped into the bushes and disappeared.His father sighed and said: We must find it, we must not leave a wounded animal. However, it wants to attack us.said Rona, who was a boy then. Uh-huh, child, we walked into its world, not it took the initiative to break into our territory.But this is not the point, nor is it a question of fairness or unfairness.Now we have to find it if it takes a whole day, not from a standpoint of humanity, but because the beast is twice as dangerous to anyone else who might come here. The young Rona looked around, and there were tangled bushes, reeds, water plants and swamps, extending far away for several miles.But, Dad, it could be hiding everywhere. His father smiled seriously and said: Oh, don't worry about where to find it, it will come to us by itself.Put your thumb on the shotgun safety switch, kid.You may have to shoot quickly later.Are you okay? Yes, no problem. Bell looked around again, looking at the traffic on the street, the nearby alleyway, the buildings next door to the court building and across the street. Nothing at all. No Charles.Grady.No Eric.Will, and no sign of any of the killer's accomplices. Bell patted the grip of his pistol. □□□ Don't worry about where to find it, he'll come to us by himself □□□