Luke shrugged. "I've discussed this with Tim. Jeff and his wife just need to hand over the fake information to the Tyrannosaurus Rex, take the money and leave. The arrest will be done after Jeff leaves."
Selena understood immediately.
This means that this was a fishing operation, and Jeff and his wife only threw out the bait, but they were not the ones who pulled the hook.
They don't need any unnecessary actions or thoughts.
Such actions are also dangerous, but they do not require high professional skills, so it doesn't matter if Jeff and his wife appear a little nervous.
Students would be nervous when cheating. They are playing the role of an ordinary couple who sell out the secrets of the MBI (Maxwell-Bonn) company, so it is normal to be nervous.
Arriving at the hotel, the two parked the car and walked up from the underground parking lot. Selena casually asked, "Why do we have to go up from here?"
Luke: "Tim and his wife are on the roof of the hotel. Of course we can only come in through the parking lot entrance."
Selina: “Oh, yes.”
Luke: "Besides, Tim's colleagues are already here. Be careful when you speak, don't let others notice anything unusual."
Selina nodded and asked about the food here. Luke also answered based on the information he had read.
The two of them walked into the V restaurant, chatting and laughing, just like ordinary guests who came to dine.
After giving their names, the two were taken by the waiter to a seat at the side. Outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window was an indoor swimming pool, where there were also many people chatting.
Selena started ordering food in high spirits.
Jeff and his wife? They were still at home. It was only 8:20 and there were still 40 minutes before the transaction. Luke and his wife had enough time to enjoy a leisurely dinner.
At the same time, a small drone with automatic cruise function was hovering over the hotel, monitoring the hotel and its surroundings.
At the small table, the two of them chatted and laughed in low voices, enjoying themselves.
Half an hour later, Selina had basically finished her meal and was scraping a large cup of pink strawberry ice cream with a spoon. Not only did she eat it herself, but she also scraped a dollop from time to time and stuffed it into Luke's mouth.
Luke doesn't have any particular fondness for ice cream, but he doesn't hate it either.
What else can I say about Selena's sharing behavior
Although the pink strawberry ice cream is a bit feminine, it’s okay as long as he didn’t order it himself.
Many guests around were envious and appreciative of this scene, and there were several more couples doing the same thing as them.
Upstairs, Tim and his wife also hugged each other, leaning against the edge of the rooftop, enjoying the breeze and looking at the night view.
The two of them just opened their hearts and communicated for a while, and resolved many of their concerns.
"They're here," Natalie said.
"They're here." Luke glanced at the couple who just walked into the hall.
The expressions of these two people are a little unusual.
After walking a few steps, the two of them hugged each other in the hall and kissed each other passionately.
In Luke's mind, he could even make a crackling sound to accompany this scene, and he felt strange: these two were not usually so enthusiastic and outgoing.
A moment later, the middle-aged couple entered the restaurant and were taken upstairs by a waiter in the peripheral vision of Luke and the other man.
Luke retracted his gaze and whispered to Selina, who was still happily eating ice cream, "Let's get started."
Selina reluctantly shaved another large piece of ice cream into her mouth and quickly stood up: "This ice cream is good, I'll order this next time I come."
The two men stood up and went their separate ways.
Selina quickly entered the floor diagonally opposite the restaurant, put down her large shoulder bag, and took out an M4A1 and a black cylinder from it.
She inserted the cylinder into the launch tube under the muzzle of the rifle, and Luke's reminder came from the right earphone: "Room 305 on the third floor."
Selina: “I saw it.”
Puff! Whoosh!
The black cylinder on the muzzle of the gun was fired out, and suddenly expanded in mid-air, turning into a circle and sticking to the upper edge of the glass window in the opposite room.
A few seconds later, a conversation came from Selina's left headset: "Mr. Rick Forrest, and is this your wife? Nice to meet you."
The device she launched at the opposite window was, of course, a bug.
Jeff and his wife's room was Tim and Natalie's territory, so they had no way of interfering. They could only rely on themselves and install a bug outside the room.
Listening to the conversation in the headset, Selina muttered, "It seems that Jeff and Karen are still very patient. There should be no problem with this operation."
This is indeed the case.
Neither party in the room had any intention of delaying. Jeff and his wife wanted to hand over the fake information as soon as possible, and the Tyrannosaurus Rex also wanted to get the information and get away quickly.
He also felt the pursuit from Tim's side, and the sense of crisis was getting stronger and stronger, so he had no choice but to complete the transaction as soon as possible.
Correspondingly, the box of US dollars he paid for was 50% more than expected, from one million to one and a half million.
Obviously, Danny and his wife wanted to make enough money for retirement in one go.
"Be alert, this is usually the time when the thieves start to prey on the thieves." Luke reminded.
Selina hummed, she had checked the firearms in her hands and aimed at the other party's room again.
Jeff's voice came from the headset: "You look familiar, haven't we met before?"
"No." A short fat man about 1.5 meters tall answered impatiently.
This short and fat man is Mr. Tyrannosaurus Rex. He is wearing a gray suit with a round-neck T-shirt underneath.
Even weirder was the image of a pink cartoon Tyrannosaurus Rex hovering over the Earth on the front of the T-shirt. It looked… cute
Luke had already sneaked into the trading floor opposite, but he was at the window next door.
A few minutes later, the deal was done and the two parties were saying goodbye.
"Wait, your stuff..." said the short fat man holding a red stress ball in his hand.
These are the personal belongings that were taken away from Jeff when he was searched upon entering.
Jeff didn't care: "No, I'll give it to you."
The short fat man said "oh" and suddenly looked at the stress ball in his hand. The MBI logo was clearly visible on it.
He frowned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Stop them."
Jeff and his wife were stopped as soon as they reached the door.
Jeff suddenly became nervous: "What do you want to do?"
The short fat man looked reminiscent, and after a moment his face turned grim: "You are the guy in the Human Resources Department!"
Jeff quickly denied: "No, no, no, I'm a maintenance engineer."
Karen quickly helped: "He is an engineer, with two PhDs."
The short fat man came over, shaking his head, playing with the stress ball in his hand: "No, no, you're right, we did meet."
Jeff: “Huh?”
The short fat man smiled, but the smile was a little cold: "From 1999 to 2001, I worked as an insignificant middle-level manager at McWay-Bohn. And you are called Jeff Gaffney."