Tonight’s clubhouse was unusually quiet, and various night entertainment activities were temporarily cancelled. Although the news of the disappearance of the five hunters was deliberately blocked by the club, other members also heard a little bit. After asking Oliver to no avail, they hid in their respective villas in panic. Many people planned to leave by special plane tomorrow.
Emily wore a purple mermaid dress with lotus leaf lace outlines a full chest and a slender waist, which swayed while walking. Perhaps it was because of applying more primer, her face was a little pale, and her beautiful blue eyes flashed uncomfortably, but she could not see clearly because of the smoky makeup.
The man walking by his side naturally put his palm on her waist, and whispered a few words in her ear with a chuckle.
She bit her bright red lip, trying to adjust her stiff steps to be more natural.
Then they walked into the courtyard of a villa and came to the front porch. Outside the door are two powerful bodyguards of Kong Wu, wearing walkie-talkie headsets, hiding their weapons, standing there blankly. In addition to the gate, bodyguards are arranged on duty outside the other exits and floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa to ensure the personal safety of the members.
The white bodyguard on the left seemed to be quite familiar with Emily, and said hello to her: "Hi, Amy, Mr. Cessna ordered you? There is a bonus tonight."
Emily twitched her lips at him and made a little smile.
Another black bodyguard looked at the blond Asian youth beside her and asked, "The new nightingale? Why, did you order him too?"
Emily glanced at the man next to her, then turned her head and replied, "Yes, he is Luo Yi. Mr. Cessna... wants to play Shuangfei."
The white bodyguard laughed, "Flying with two men and one woman? Oh, it looks like you will have a harder time tonight, poor Ami."
"Don't you think I work harder than her?" Luo Yi shrugged and said in a half-joking tone. "She only needs to sleep with a man, and I have to sleep with both men and women."
Now even the black bodyguard smirked, "I heard that Mr. Cessna is playing crazy in this regard. I hope God bless you and don't be carried out by us tomorrow morning."
The new nightingale was a little nervous, and after thinking about it, he said to the two bodyguards: "My buddy, can you please do something-if I can't make it through dawn, I will faint, and please don't break me when you lift it."
The white bodyguard stared at Emily with a grin, "It depends on whether our beauty is willing to intercede for you." The black bodyguard looked at him, and replied pointedly: "I have always told my gratitude. People are very tolerant."
"Of course, it's a virtue to be rewarded with grace." Luo Yi cast a wink at him, and walked towards the door with Emily's thin waist.
"Wait a minute—" exclaimed the black bodyguard, "the rules still cannot be missed."
Two bodyguards stepped forward and searched their bodies routinely. Luo Yi stretched out his arms indifferently, letting the other man up and down his hands, chuckling and twisting away when the other man touched the butt gap, "You can't hide the gun there~~"
"I think I can just fit a'gun'." The black bodyguard squeezed his ass severely. "Go in, babies."
In the villa, William is sitting on the sofa, sanding his newly made ashtray with sandpaper, looking at the light from time to time to see if its edges are smooth.
Seeing a pair of handsome men and beauties walk into the room, he put aside the new work and hooked his fingers at the nightingales: "Buy one get one free? What is this, is it a surprise."
Emily sat enchantingly on his lap. Luo Yi hugged his neck from the side, and chuckled: "Or it can be said that it is the compensation of the club. You know, all the extra spending tonight is half price, and the amount is twice." He attached to William's ear. Muttered: "I also prepared twice the weight for you."
A steel needle immediately plunged into William's neck, and the transparent potion in the syringe was instantly pushed into the blood vessel.
William didn't even have time to utter a yell, so he slumped on the sofa.
Emily jumped up from him in a panic, covering her mouth to suppress the scream that almost burst.
"Thank you for your cooperation, beauty, and tranquilizer." The young Asian man smiled and said to her, "Now you are free."
Emily turned around and ran subconsciously, hitting her medulla oblongata with a hand knife, and she immediately lost consciousness. "Sleep well, the next scene is not suitable for girls."
The eight ivory-colored ashtrays on the coffee table are of the same texture and shape, with exquisite patterns painted on them. Obviously, the producer wants to design them into a series. The last of them was only a semi-finished product. He held the bowl-shaped skull in his palm and stared for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Rest in peace, old black."
Then he began rummaging through William's toolbox and drew a sharp hand saw from it.
Edman drove an off-road vehicle and hurried to the island airport.
He didn't call the club's driver to ration him, nor did he alarm anyone. After opening the bodyguard at the door of the villa, he surreptitiously went out.
He has been living in trembling fear and anxiety since the day he called the FBI. The so-called "atonement" transaction did not give him much peace of mind, and regardless of whether these FBIs would cross the river and demolish the bridge afterwards, as long as he thought of bringing an undercover police officer into the club, once the Duke knew what the end was, he felt that Every second in Luna Island was painful torment—he even lost a lot of thinning hair in the past two days, even Dorothy’s youthful thirteen-year-old carcass couldn’t harden him. .
So a few hours ago, he called to inform his private jet that he must arrive at Luna Island within today. He also knew that the North Island Airport was heavily guarded and that foreign aircraft were not allowed to land without permission, so he had to go to the airport to coordinate.
As long as he leaves Luna Island, he will be fine... He thought nervously and resentfully, what is missing, shit, it is clear that he is attacking members like them. If he doesn't run away, who knows whether the next knife will fall on him? superior!
The rear wheel shook suddenly, as if stuck in a pit, and couldn't move forward no matter how much you stepped on the accelerator. Damn it, didn't it mean that Ye Hei couldn't see the road, and accidentally drove out of the roadbed
Seeing that the airport was not far ahead, Edman slammed the door and got out of the car, preparing to walk over.
A hand grabbed his hair from behind and slammed his head against the car door. Probably because he felt too insignificant to take advantage, the assailant strangled the back of his neck instead and continued to hit him three or four times.
Edman's eyes flickered in pitch black, his ears buzzed, and blood dripped from his mouth and nose. The impact came too fast, the turbulent brain had no time to generate any thoughts, and he fell to the ground like a fat sacks full of grain chaff.
When his consciousness was finally awake, he found himself lying in the grass, casting a hideous shadow in front of him. After being dizzy and trying to distinguish for a long time, he realized that it was a man, squatting behind his head, putting a sharp dagger on his neck.
"Useless fat pig, just knocked it a few times, it fainted for such a long time!" Shanier complained, patted Edman's cheek with the knife face, the swollen and loose flesh was shaking under the knife, and he immediately felt With a nausea, he rubbed the dagger against the blade of grass next to him.
After reaching the perimeter of the clubhouse, he and Tieqing parted ways. He insisted on finding trouble with the remaining hunters, and he planned to go to the airport on the island to investigate and see if there was a chance to leave safely.
"If I get a plane, I'll go first. Let you play the killing game slowly on this broken island!" Shanier was very dissatisfied with the persistence of the Chinese youth and threatened, "Even if you can save the rest So what if all six of the people are killed? There is at least one infantry battalion on this island. You can't beat them. When you get caught by the club, you will die very ugly!"
"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you." He said indifferently.
Shanier was so angry that he wanted to slap him.
Their temporary alliance can only end here, he doesn't want to put his life on this crazy serial killer. Although it was a pity, he also clearly realized that the other party was a type of pufferfish meat. Although it tasted very delicious, if he didn't deal with it clearly, he would be poisoned with one bite.
Eating puffer fish desperately is not his style.
Thinking of killing him, his mood gets worse, and he doesn't want to waste a second on the old fat man in front of him.
"You are also one of the members, right, why are you in such a hurry to go to the airport? Are you planning to run overnight? Is there a plane to pick you up?" He asked in a very impatient tone, his attitude was so bad that Edman felt that the other party was at any time. Will wipe off his neck with a single blow.
Edman trembled all over, fear made him not spare the energy to think carefully, he could only follow his instincts to guess the identity of the attacker: God, is an undercover not enough? This guy's attitude is more arrogant and unruly than the previous one. Reasonable! He immediately squatted to defend himself: "No, no, I didn't want to get rid of you and run first, just want to prepare for a rainy day... Agreement, yes, that Ministry of Justice agreement, we signed and fingerprinted, right? You? Must not violate the witness protection system—"
Hearing his speechless words, Shanier's eyes gradually brightened-he seemed to accidentally break through some small action of the federal government. It seemed that this fat man was the one who built the bridge for Leo's undercover.
… Leo? Lawrence! Without feeling keenly close by his side, Shanier can finally release his venomous hatred of someone without any scruples—seven years and four months ago, in Queens, New York, one of his men was bought by the police and deceived him. When they arrived at the scene where they had been well controlled, they were all in one fell swoop. At that time, it was this young FBI with black hair and dark blue eyes who pushed him onto the dirty mud and ended his free career with handcuffs!
While waiting in an angry and aggrieved detention center, he collected inside information about the betrayer's dealings with the police. What's ridiculous is that his subordinates did nothing less than murder, drug trafficking, kidnapping, and extortion. As a result, he was included in the so-called witness protection plan because he confessed and helped the police catch him, and changed his name under the umbrella of the federal government. The surname, grandly continues to be at ease; but he almost went to jail for forty years for the same crime!
Is this the so-called judicial justice? He asked silently at the newspaper clippings posted on the cell wall. The fledgling black-haired agent became famous in the first battle and received official awards and public opinion. The young face in the black-and-white photo is handsome and upright, and can be used as a spokesperson for law enforcement officials. Only Shanier himself knows that this FBI is for How pervasive and unscrupulous designed to arrest him!
He didn't see the sun in the prison, but the other party rose up high and climbed up to the FBI headquarters in just a few years, so that when he was released from prison, he was bent on revenge, but he couldn't find him.
However, life is always full of unexpected drama-the former gang leader who was released from prison, and the FBI agent who arrested him, met on a narrow road on a deserted island on the sea. The difference is that the former recognized it on the spot and had to hide the hatred due to the situation; while the latter, not a special one of the countless criminals arrested, had obviously forgotten to the outside world.
Now, he finally got a chance for revenge.
Realizing this, Shanier laughed happily, and Edman shivered with the gloomy excitement on his face.
Shanier took out the phone from Edman's pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Call the person in charge of the club, hurry up!"
Edman hesitated: "Little Prince Yavre? I can't reach him..."
The blade immediately opened a bloody mouth on his chest. "Do you want me to cut out a rib for you? The one with periosteum and fresh meat?" the other man asked gloomily.
He screamed in pain, and at the same time was scared to pee his pants by the ferocious cold light from those dark green eyes, "Oliver! I can contact the president's secretary Oliver, and he will pass it on to the Duke!"
"Very well," Shanier sneered at him, "then you fucking dial the number?"
Leo was eating the fried scallops with foie gras sauce, his forehead muscles faintly jumped, and at the same time he wanted to insert the fork in his hand into another man's leg.
On the opposite side of the dining table, the young Yavre sat upright, abide by the aristocratic dining etiquette, but the lower body was dancing in an invisible place-one foot climbed to his thigh, and the toe of the other foot went straight down his crotch. Drill.
Just stun him directly! Leo couldn't bear to think, he must have the membership information, venue planning, manpower arrangement, etc. of the entire club in his hand. Not in the secret safe, but in the personal computer. If you stun the scumbag and go through the bedroom study Can't find what he wants
Just as he was considering the feasibility of this temporary plan, the phone rang on the desk.
Young Yafur withdrew his toes unwillingly, pressed the corner of his mouth gracefully with his napkin, and said, "Sorry, I'm not accompanied." He got up and went to the study to answer the phone.
"Oliver, haven't I warned you not to disturb me during meal time..."
After the first sentence of reprimand, Leo couldn't hear what he was talking about. He simply took the opportunity to end the overwhelming dinner and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and gargle.
"...Who is the other party? I don't know? You idiot, transfer his call to me!" said Yaffer, closing the soundproof door of the study.
A few seconds later, a strange man's voice came into his eardrums, "Hello, Your Excellency, I think your secretary should have reported to you about the transaction between us—"
Young Yafur interrupted him immediately: "I never make deals with strangers on the phone. Either report your name and talk to my person in person, or just hang up."
The other party chuckled, "As expected of a nobleman, he is full of aura even when he speaks, but I don't know if this aura is still effective in a federal prison?"
Young Yafur raised thin and thick eyebrows, her black eyes narrowed into a deep and cold gap, "Speak clearly, otherwise, don't let me find you..."
"No, don't be hostile to me, Duke, I approached you on the basis of mutual benefit and friendly purpose. Don't you know that you have been targeted by the FBI? About everything here, clubs, clubs, and moon The island of God, and violating the laws of any country in the world... hunting by living people."
The last two words that the other party uttered after deliberately paused, making little Yavre's face clouded. He took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Go on."
"They have been investigating secretly, but they lack conclusive evidence, so they sent an undercover agent to sneak into Luna Island. Imagine that there are hundreds of thousands of people in all kinds of positions under your hand, and one of them looks like a disguise. The poisonous snake has been peeping in the dark, calculating you, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow..."
Through the radio waves, the other party’s voice was low, slightly hoarse, and somewhat unpredictable, as if some kind of misty and mysterious prophecy, floating in the white mist, tempting those who heard it to explore the back. the truth…
"—Who is it?" Little Yaffer asked involuntarily, feeling dry and dry.
"One hundred million U.S. dollars was transferred to my Swiss bank account." The other party said, "Look, my asking price is very reasonable. For you, it is not a painful money to buy a life at stake. The news about Kwan is very cost-effective, isn’t it?"
Little Yaffer sneered: "I am indeed not short of money, but I also have a hobby of not giving away money to scammers. Unless you prove the accuracy of the news to me face to face, I won't talk about it."
"Oh~~ Your Excellency the Duke, do you think I am the first day of my debut? If we meet, let alone get the money, I'm afraid I will even take the skin off and give it to you. You Look, we are all people who are proficient in this, knowing that doing business is about credibility. Even if you put aside this and see which party loses the most after the transaction fails, you will know who is the biggest beneficiary of the successful transaction, right? .I don’t have to make a mere $100 million from you, and if you lack my critical and timely information... it doesn’t matter, I won’t visit you in federal prison anyway.
By the way, by the way, if you catch this undercover, you can count the accidental death of the member on his head, "undercover police abused their powers and killed the suspect"-this would be accountable to the family of the deceased. Bar. "
The last sentence of the other party was hitting the soft underbelly of Yavre, and he made a decision at this moment: "Deal. You will receive this money soon."
Five minutes later, Shanier received the transfer information from the mobile bank, confirming that 100 million U.S. dollars had arrived. He triumphantly dialed the phone number of Jr. Yavre and said with a smile: "Thank you for your patronage, Your Excellency Duke. Give you two names: Garcia? Young and Leo? Lawrence. I think according to your relationship and means, I will soon The relationship between them will be found in the personnel file of the FBI Criminal Investigation Department in Washington, DC. Well, I wish you a nice evening."
"I wish you a nice evening too, my new friend." The other party said softly, "I also remind you by the way. You are using Edman's phone, right, then you must It’s still on Luna Island. Just now I have ordered the closure of the airports on the two islands. Unless I personally come forward, no plane will stop on it. After catching the undercover, I will have enough time. Turn over an inch of land and find you little by little—"
Shanier was dumbfounded.