Senma casually grabbed a bottle of XXX and took a few gulps. He took out a stack of photos from the mailbox and picked out a frame. "I found this suspicious guy. He was only about five feet six inches tall, not a simpson.”
Sodom took a closer look and saw a blurry figure wearing a black gentleman's hat. He was holding something black that looked like a suitcase and standing beside a lamppost in the corner of the street.
"This looks very much like the stills of The Exorcist.”Santos said.
"He was very cautious and did not let anyone near him, including children.”Senma said. "This is already the clearest frame we have. I don't want to risk getting any closer. He stayed outside the target's house for ten minutes.”
"Before we know if this guy is still nearby, it's not suitable for us to move.”Sodom's eyes were still fixated on the black shadow in the photo.
"No." Baz said decisively. "12 noon."
"Mr. Baz, I think you're mistaken.”When Santos spoke, his light brown face was expressionless. "Our main job is not to fight against danger, but to identify and avoid all possible dangers in advance. Unless it's absolutely necessary-for example, knowing that the target is about to leave-"
Baz waved his hand to stop Santos, but he didn't even look at him. If a person like Baz had principles, then the only principle would be: He would always only talk to the person in charge.
"Mr. Sodom, if you refuse to carry out the work according to the agreement, our company's lawyer will discuss the issue of compensation with you.”When Baz said the word "lawyer", his tone was especially heavy.
Sodom stared at him with his light brown eyes.
Baz's smile stiffened, and he pretended to be relaxed as he turned the ring again. He turned around and opened the door.
"Mr. Baz, wait a moment."
From Sodom's tone, Baz could hear a quality that could be called 'terrifying'.
He turned his head and saw Sodom pointing at his face, poking at the top of his lips.
Two seconds later, Baz realized what this action meant. He hurriedly wiped away the remaining coke powder under his nose.
"See you in the hotel lobby at eleven o'clock in the morning.”Sodom's gaze was still sharp.
Fortunately, it did not rain. Sodom stepped out of the minivan and put on his sunglasses under the gloomy sky.
He was not afraid of being recognized, nor was he trying to hide the direction of his gaze. Many years ago, he discovered an ability that was different from others: The darker the place, the sharper his vision was.
Eleven people were involved in the entire operation. In order to avoid attracting attention, they took three minivans and arrived at different locations 20 yards away from the target's residence.
There were three people in the first car, Baz and two other employees of the Culden Cigarette Company. One of them was in charge of driving, while Baz and another employee named Esba were in charge of the official " arrest."
The second car was Sodom and his three subordinates, who were responsible for the security during the escort process. Of course, they would 'help' Baz if he resisted.
Sodom had been working together for five years and had proven to be a perfect match.
Hu Gao. Santos. Garcia was the unofficial second in command of the security company. He had worked as a drug squad in Colombia for six years. He was experienced and had a mind as calm as a ten-pound ice cube. Two years ago, Santos had gone back to his hometown to visit his parents for three months due to the death of his father. At that time, Sodom had a terrible stomach ache. Only then did he realize how important Santos was. With him around, Sodom was at least half relieved.
Aaron Drouin. He was the only French kid among the four who had been in the Army Special Forces. Its explosive power and endurance were both astonishing. Another thing that couldn't be ignored was his height of eight feet four inches. Vision was the most powerful weapon of a security expert. Being tall naturally meant that he could see far. An indispensable member of the escort operation.
Anthony Senma. He graduated from a formal bodyguard training school. His mind was as agile as his body. He was best at stunt driving.
Later, he would be in charge of the car that was carrying Simon.
The four of them wore the same black suit, white shirt, and black tie. Senma called this outfit a 'magic suit', because only a magician's clothes had as many items as this one. Under the shirt was a bulletproof vest with copper inlaid on the front. The jacket was equipped with a wireless motor, which was connected to the earpiece on the left and Mi Gaofeng, who was clipped to the lapel of his shirt. He had a spare magazine and handcuffs in his belt. On the inner side of the lower hem of the jacket, there was a first aid hemostatic pad and a foldable police baton hidden with magic tape. There was a pen-shaped flashlight in his shirt pocket, and a "cold copper" Japanese dagger that could cut hemp rope hanging on his right shoulder strap. The most important thing was, of course, the Austrian Glock XVII 9mm automatic pistol stuck under his left armpit.
There were four people in the third car. Sodom couldn't figure out their identities. At first, he thought that this man was a legal expert, but after a few irrelevant words, he felt that he did not look like it. Senma saw them get into the car with a mysterious metal box.
"They look like doctors." Senma said.
Just as Senma said, the surroundings were ideal. In a quiet suburban residential area. Housewives who did not go to work either went shopping at the mall or hid at home to eat lunch and watch women's programs on television. The children were all in school, and the occasional woman or two standing in the front garden only treated them as city officials who were here to inspect. A suit was enough to fool them.
Thick curtains fell from all the windows of the house. Drouin had gone around to the backyard to watch. Santos and Senma stood in the corners of the room on both sides.
Forcefully charging into Sodom. They were not the police. The best thing to do was to wait until he was out and catch him. But Baz insisted on entering his house directly.
"Mr. Baz." A mocking smile appeared on Sodom's fair face. "What do you think is the best way to get in?”
"How about this?" Baz suddenly kicked at the front door.
This layman had watched a lot of movies. Sodom didn't have the time to curse. The door lock did not budge. In the room, Thompson might have already grabbed his gun.
Sodom flashed to the front door. His right hand reached under his suit jacket. However, Baz still stood calmly in front of the door.
"You knew simpson wasn't in there!”
Baz replied with a smile.
"Come and help me open this door.”
"I quit." Sodom prepared to use the radio to call for his comrades to retreat.
Baz took out a check from his pocket. "This is for the lawyer. Which one do you choose?"
Sodom's danger seemed even paler.
"First of all, this is not a threat.”Baz stuffed the check into Sodom's suit pocket. "The power of Coulden Company is enough to destroy you.”
"Tell me first, what do you really want to do?”
"Mr. Malone only wants to take one thing from here. I promise I won't hurt anyone."
"Promise?" Sodom sneered. "Why didn't you say everything earlier?”
"We can continue to stand here and argue until the patrolling police see us.”Baz twirled the ruby ring.
Sodom's right hand loosened the grip of the gun and slightly raised the left side of his jacket as he called out to Drouin.
Drouin kicked the door open.
Sodom could clearly see the interior of the dark and empty house. No one had lived here for at least three months. The moldy air alone proved this point.
There was no furniture in the hall except for a few dusty wooden cabinets. Only a few protruding glue wires were left on the ceiling where the electric lights were originally hanging.
Baz and his subordinate, Esba, turned on their flashlights. Four " doctors " carried the metal box in and closed the door.
Sodom stuck his sunglasses into his shirt pocket and asked,""What are you looking for?"
"I don't know." Baz shone his flashlight around. "Mr. Malone only explained it to Dr. Rogo.”He pointed at the bald " doctor " who had just placed the metal box on the ground. "All I know is that it's…something big.”
The beam of the flashlight stopped on the floor in the middle of the hall.
A six-foot-long wooden box.
"This room looks like a graveyard," Senma said uneasily. "Is that a coffin?"
De Hoi An's soft laughter echoed in the room. This kid never knew what fear was.
The bald Dr. Rogo squatted beside the wooden box. He examined the box for a while before lifting the lid.
A strange stench wafted out of the box.
Dr. Rogo closed the lid reflexively.
"Is it that thing, Doctor?" Baz asked anxiously.
Luo Gao nodded and ordered the other three " doctors " to open the metal suitcase.
Sodom kept staring at Rogo's strange expression.
"I think we have a right to see this trunk.”Santos said. "If there are any prohibited items hidden…"
Baz waved his hand impatiently. "The four of you, please step back and don't hinder their work.”
Sodom wished he could break this guy's knee. He had not used his fists for many years. The hands of security experts were used to shoot or do other more important things. A nimble finger could sometimes be the key to life and death.
Baz handed a walkie-talkie to Esba. "Tell Tom to drive up to the door. We'll leave in five minutes."
The three " doctors " took out an electronic instrument, a pile of rubber tubes, and a large translucent plastic bag from the metal suitcase. They first wrapped the entire wooden box with a large plastic bag.
The crate looked extremely heavy, and Dr. Rogo and the other three had to work very hard.
Sodom surveyed the surroundings of the hall. The room was extremely dark, but he could even see the spider silk hanging diagonally in the corner of the wall.
The four experts began to seal the plastic bag and then attached a thick rubber tube. The pipe was connected to a complicated machine the size of a 14-inch television.
"Begin the Qi infusion." Dr. Rogo ordered the assistant operating the machine. "Pay attention to the temperature and humidity.”
Sodom entered the kitchen. The environment was also deserted. There were papers scattered on the dining table. Sodom casually picked up a few. Some were music scores, while others seemed to be lyrics or poems. Sodom felt a sense of familiarity towards the scribbled handwriting.
Rogo's assistant stared at the machine's reading. "The adjustment is complete. The seal is good."
The plastic bag wrapped around the wooden box slowly relaxed rhythmically. The machine was obviously constantly pumping and changing the air inside the plastic bag.
There was a signature at the end of one of the poems. Sodom tried hard to recall where he had seen it before.
"I'm afraid it'll take four people to carry the box.”Dr. Rogo was still crouching beside the crate. " I'm in charge of monitoring the energy transfer, so I need Mr. Aisba's help-"
Hearing Dr. Rogo's scream, Sodom rushed out of the kitchen and pulled out his pistol.
Sodom had been a detective in New York for three years. During this period, he had seen all kinds of cruel scenes. He had seen the dismembered bodies of drug dealers; I've seen the mafia seal the legs of traitors with concrete and throw them into the hudson river; I've seen crazy drug users scratch their own faces; He had seen the videotapes of the perverted serial killer torturing his victims.
But he had never seen such a scene before.
Dr. Rogo's right neck was tightly " bitten " by the protruding plastic bag.
Rogo struggled frantically, his hands and feet drawing exaggerated arcs in the air, like a puppet suspended by a string.
Sodom saw that something had appeared in the translucent plastic bag, causing the plastic bag to bulge. The highest point of the bulge was tightly wrapped around Rogo's neck.
The plastic bag began to shrink, expand, and shrink. The rhythm gradually accelerated. The huge plastic bag looked like a pair of breathing lungs.
Everyone in the hall was stunned.
The plastic bag contracted violently for the last time.
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