frightfiction Chapter 183 Acting Bravely
Chapter 183 Acting Bravely
As they were talking, the car had already arrived at the location. The raging fire engulfed the entire house, including a large row of greenhouses on the side of the house.
As soon as the car stopped, Hernandez jumped out impatiently and ran to the house, shouting as he ran:
"Norman, Phoenix, are you still alive?"
However, the only response she got was the crackling sound of wood being burned by the flames, which could be heard far away in the silent night.
After shouting a few times, Hernandez fell to the ground in disappointment. He wanted to cry, but he had no tears.
This is Detroit, where parents who grew drugs tried to dig out their own children's hearts, an elderly man who adopted orphans had his entire family burned to death, and the police who were supposed to be protecting justice looked on coldly.
If this is the America I have been protecting, then go to hell!
Hernandez stared blankly at the fire growing bigger and bigger. Her heart was filled with anger and she didn't know how to vent it. Suddenly, she felt someone touching her shoulder.
It was Bourne, and he said, "Madam, look, is that your friend lying on the grass over there?"
Looking in the direction of Bourne's finger, on the lawn behind the house, an old man with gray hair, bare feet, wearing only a white vest and jeans, was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the burning house.
Next to him, there was a pit bull, wagging its tail constantly.
"Norman, you're still alive!"
Hernandez got up from the ground in surprise and joy and ran towards the old man.
The old man also raised his head, held down the pit bull that was about to pounce, and asked: "Hernandez, is that you? Why are you here?"
Hernandez rushed to the old man and frantically checked his wounds. He replied, "I was also attacked by that group of people. An FBI agent who passed by rescued me. I asked him to bring me here, and that's where I found you."
Then, Hernandez asked hesitantly: "Phoenix..."
She was a little afraid to ask, for fear of hearing bad news.
Unexpectedly, the old man was much stronger and clearer-headed than her.
The old man turned his head and faced where Bourne was standing and said, "Thank you, young man, for saving Hernandez. Could you please take Hernandez to the hospital?"
Bourne was very surprised. When he walked over just now, although he did not conceal his figure, his footsteps were very light. In addition, due to the interference of the burning fire, not only the blind old man, but even he himself could not hear the footsteps. But how did the old man find the position where he was standing so accurately?
Could it be that this old man is also a mysterious person?
Before Bourne could speak, Hernandez pushed the old man away and shouted angrily: "Norman, do you want to rescue Phoenix alone? No, you have to take me with you!"
The old man fumbled to his feet and said, "They burned down my house. This is my business. Don't get involved."
Hernandez retorted: "They attacked me first, so I'm going to settle this with them too!"
This time the old man did not refuse and agreed: "Okay, you go drive!"
After that, he turned to look at Bourne and said, "Thank you, young man. If you hadn't saved Phoenix, I would have lost the most important person tonight."
As he spoke, he took off the pendant from the necklace around his neck and handed it to Bourne. It was a round medal with a very simple shape, something Bourne had never seen before.
Old man Norman said, "This is one of my gains on the battlefield. If you have the opportunity to go to the Middle East, tie this on your left wrist and walk around a larger market, and someone will contact you."
After that, he shook his head and said, "It's better not to go to that damn place in the Middle East if you can. It's simply hell!"
At this time, Hernandez had already driven over and asked the old man Norman to get in the car. He also shouted to Bourne: "I'm sorry to have kept you here until now. Can you give me my gun back now?"
"Ma'am, I don't think you need this Colt. Or, you can trade it for the Remington Model 870 in the truck bed?"
Hernandez was surprised and refused: "Thank you, but no! The revenge of one's own people must be avenged by oneself, this is the tradition of the Eagle Division!"
Bourne shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Then you wouldn't mind someone keeping watch for you and cleaning up the mess? If the other party is really suspected of illegal marijuana cultivation, drug trafficking, child kidnapping, and illegal organ transplants, I think the local FBI colleagues wouldn't mind having a little more credit and helping you solve some official problems."
Hernandez was silent for a while, and finally agreed: "Okay, you convinced me, get in the car, by the way, where are you from?"
"Texas."
"Got it, cool cowboy! Let's go!"
"Do you know where to find someone?" Bourne asked from the back seat.
Norman, an old man sitting in the passenger seat holding the bulldog, answered hoarsely: "That dog was released by those people to bite me. I rescued it from the fire. It will lead us to find those guys!"
Having said that, dogs are not humans, so it took some time for the three of them to find the place.
This is a four-story hotel located in the south of the city. It covers a large area, but the building is dilapidated. Many of the glass windows are broken and no one has repaired them. Most of the building is dark, and only a few rooms on the second floor have lights on.
As soon as they reached the intersection, the bulldog in Norman's arms started barking non-stop. It seemed that the person Hernandez and the others were looking for was here.
After listening to Hernandez's description of the house, veteran Norman said in a hoarse voice:
"Go to the basement. The power switches in this old-fashioned hotel are all in the basement. Without electricity, the operation cannot be performed!"
This is indeed a good idea.
Without further ado, the three of them immediately split up and took action.
Hernandez took Norman to find the entrance to the basement, while Bourne was responsible for dealing with a dozing security guard in the lobby on the first floor.
Maybe this gang has too few people. In such a large hall, there is only one little brother guarding it. I don't know whether they are confident or arrogant.
Bourne's basic leg skills have now reached "18% integration", all thanks to the guy he met in the basement of the White House, who brought Bourne a lot of memories about the training of the Slavic War Dance of the Russian Bear, directly raising the level by more than ten percentage points.
Bourne even had a feeling that once the memory of the Slavic War Dance was digested, the final level would exceed 20%.
So, as long as we learn four more people from the Slavic War Dance, we can achieve a breakthrough?
It’s exciting just to think about it.
Uh, I was distracted!
When Bourne came to his senses, he found that the fat man in front of him, with his mouth gagged and tied to a pillar, had a red face and tears in his eyes.
Uh, what was I doing?
By the way, I kicked this guy over and tied him up to interrogate him. I blocked his mouth because I was afraid that he would scream and alert the gang members upstairs. This guy cried because I hit him in the face with a mouse pad...
Bourne looked at the other man's pig-like face and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I was so busy beating you that I didn't ask you any questions. Let's do it again. This time, I'll ask while I'm beating you."
As he spoke, Bourne pulled out the rag that was stuffed in the other's mouth.
Before Bourne could ask any questions, the fat man burst into tears and sobbed:
"Brother, no need to fight, I'll tell you everything you want to ask!"
It hurts so much to be slapped in the face!