Chapter 302 Stealing Stars in February
Ka~ka~ka~~
The room was silent, except for the sound of the clock's second hand beating continuously.
The two men looked at each other, each concentrating on each other without saying a word.
"Damn it! Didn't she say that this place hasn't been used for more than half a year?" He Chi cursed silently, while being wary of the guy who just came in.
The white man opposite was of medium build, wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and all the jewelry on his hands had been taken away. He was looking at He Chi with the same vigilance.
The man rubbed his wrists that had just been handcuffed, and then took a step back, as if to check his bed.
He lifted up his sheets and looked at them carefully, and even picked them up and sniffed them. Then a look of disgust appeared on his face, as if he was dissatisfied with the smell of cheap detergent on them.
A sudden change occurred!
The man flicked his arm fiercely, and the sheets shrouded He Chi in the sky.
There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, and the guy opposite suddenly jumped on him.
Bump! ! !
Without being disturbed by the sheets at all, the Oriental swung a punch at random, hitting the opponent's nose directly, causing the man to shed tears.
The man endured the discomfort and continued to stand up and pounced on him again.
Boom! !
A kick hit his abdomen, causing him to bend over like a shrimp.
"Ahem!!! Stop, please stop, I give up, please don't fight anymore." The man hunched over and raised one hand as if he wanted to surrender. He Chi took half a step closer, and in front of him, Suddenly there was a flash of cold light.
Brush! Something sharp was scratched, and the sheet between the two people was split into two halves.
The man held a small blade that he didn't know how he brought in between his index and middle fingers, and the cold blade was waving in the air.
"Brother! I know you are a master, but being scratched by the little baby on my hand is no joke. I suggest you not to go against me." The man rubbed the corner of his mouth and looked at his bare hands. He Chi threatened.
"How did you bring the knife in? Didn't the previous police check you?" He Chi said the first sentence. He was indeed a little curious about this matter.
"This is just a trivial matter to me. I have something more exciting in my hand. You don't have a dick in your hand. It's best not to mess with me, me, me..." The man was still threatening with lust. The Asian in front of me suddenly stuttered mid-sentence.
Because there was a large retro silver revolver facing his head.
Looking at the small blade less than two inches in his hand, and then at the dark muzzle of the gun opposite, the man gave up.
That’s too exaggerated. Isn’t this bullying?
With a plop, the man knelt directly on the ground, put away the weapon in his hand and said in frustration, "Please, at least don't hit me on the head. I still want to keep this face."
Crash, the muzzle of the gun on the opposite side was moved. open.
"Why should I kill you? Didn't you do it first?" The Oriental man sat on the bed opposite and said to the man.
“Aren’t you the one they sent to deal with me?” the man asked with the same distrustful look.
Just kidding, those police are stupid, not blind. If it hadn't been arranged by those evil-minded guys, how could the other party bring the pistol here.
It seemed that the man was adamant that the Oriental was the killer who came to kill him, so He Chi simply followed the other man's words.
“Don’t you want to beg me to let you go?” He Chi put the pistol aside.
“What?! Are you saying it’s useful for me to beg for mercy at this time?”
“Why don’t you try it? For example, tell me why you were brought here in the first place.” The man looked at it Looking at He Chi, he made sure that the other party was not playing tricks on him, so he doubtfully asked, "You really don't know?"
Next, the man told exactly what happened to him before.
It turns out that this guy named Frederick is the owner of a moving company and is quite wealthy in the eyes of outsiders, but this is just a cover-up. He is actually the leader of a theft group behind his back.
He often takes advantage of the opportunity to carry large items for others, and then asks his men to move all the valuable items from the victim's home.
These guys are like locusts passing through everywhere they go, and their business is extensive. They not only search for cash and jewelry, but also furs and luxury goods. They can even find ways to sell off sports cars and yachts.
But if you often walk by the river, your shoes will always get wet.
After a burglary, a man accidentally emptied the house of a certain big shot. As a result, the police found him and charged him with possessing hallucinogens.
"Are you a thief?" He Chi looked at the man in front of him. He had a very good image. Judging from the fight just now, it seemed that he had been exercising on weekdays. Unexpectedly, he was engaged in three-hand work.
"Hey, man, that's too straightforward. I prefer you to call me a craftsman." After Frederick was sure that he would not die, his attitude changed obviously, and he became familiar with it. stand up.
He carefully approached and asked, "Man, how did you get the gun in? The action just now was so fast that I didn't even see it clearly. How about doing it again?"
" Sorry, personal secret." He Chi refused without thinking.
"Don't be so stingy. Judging from the skills, you are also of the same profession, right? We can exchange skills." Frederick continued to seduce, and then the "craftsman" showed his empty hands to He Chi, and flipped his hands. A delicate playing card appeared between two fingers.
Then he snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the playing cards disappeared instantly, replaced by a small pocket book on the bookshelf.
It seems that this guy really can't be underestimated. At least He Chi didn't find out how the other party got that palm-sized book to his side.
"How about it? Since we are locked in a room, we are all partners. How about you tell me how to hide the gun and I teach you this skill?" Frederick made a condition.
"It's indeed interesting. If you are willing to teach, I will give you an equal reward." He Chi showed an interested look.
Seeing that the other party relented, Frederick rubbed his hands together excitedly, and then demonstrated again.
He Chi saw it clearly this time.
In the man's hand is a roll of extremely thin silk thread, which is usually hidden by his hair. He uses this thing to hook small items.
"Can I try?" He Chi stretched out his hand to the other party.
"Brother, you are too impatient. This kind of skill requires long-term practice, otherwise it is easy to hurt yourself. You should start with..." Frederick handed over the silk thread in his hand and was about to persuade him. Stunned again.
brush! brush!
With invisible subtle movements, the playing cards in He Chi's hand kept changing positions on his fingertips - the props that the police did not find when they were imprisoned were unexpectedly used by the other party. Pulled away unconsciously.
This guy is so scary.
He Chi happily played with the new toy in his hand, and then said, "The pistol trick is too childish. To express my gratitude, I will give you a more powerful one."
After saying that, He Chi Chi grabbed the curtain between the two of them and pulled it casually.
Snap!
A clear snap of fingers sounded, and then there was silence in the room.
After waiting for a few seconds, Frederick realized something was wrong. When he turned around again, the bed was empty, leaving him alone facing the empty cell.
[Dungeon activated: Faithless Alliance, location: Yalta, Crimea, mission goal: obtain core information on Britain, the United States, and the Soviet Union]
(End of this chapter)