Leo walked out of the bathroom and found that Jr. Yavre was still answering the call in the study. He looked at the closed door, and his scalp was numb at the thought of the next scene-he would rather face a bunch of thugs armed with guns than play with the slutty Duke's son with a perverted SM.
Maybe you can try medication. He came undercover on Luna Island this time, and brought two bottles of special wine with him. One bottle can make people unconscious after a few sips. After waking up, the memory is blurred, as if he was drunk; and the other bottle contains special vomit for lure. Real agents, unless they have special mental training, it is difficult for ordinary people to get rid of the control of drugs.
Take the opportunity to slip away first, and take two bottles of wine tomorrow as a gift, which should be quite reasonable. Leo had made up his mind. He just hit the doorknob of the reception room, but he heard the voice of the young Yavre ringing behind him: "Sorry my dear, I made you wait for a long time-why, do you want to leave without saying goodbye, it's not very polite? my friend."
Leo had to turn around and say: "I thought you had something to deal with, so I won't bother you, and I'll come to apologize tomorrow."
"Aren't you my business." Young Yaffer looked at him like the first time he had met, with a smile on his face. He sat down on the sofa chair, clicked the small round table with his fingertips, motioned to the other person to sit on the opposite chair, and took out a deck of cards from the bottom of the table: "How about playing cards with me, Black Jack. "
Leo was surprised. He doesn't think that Jr. Yavre deliberately stayed with him to play cards with him. Think about the ubiquitous sexual harassment-is this another fun trick for the other party? In any case, he couldn't refuse bluntly, so he sat down and shuffled the cards and said, "Playing Blackjack? Oh, Duke, I heard that you are a good hand and once won a manor. What do you want to win from me this time? If I can't afford it, I will run away."
Young Yafur slowly handed him two cards and said: "Don't worry, you can afford what I want—and you are still on my turf, where can you go?"
Leo grinned reluctantly, and made a look of concentrating on counting cards.
To be honest, the opponent's card luck is much better than him, but unfortunately he is not in the state tonight, and there is always a feeling of restlessness, so that more losses are lost than he is. On two occasions, he couldn't help but glance at the wall clock from the corner of his eyes, as if he was waiting for something-imperceptible movements, but he did not escape the keen perception of the well-trained federal agents, and a trace of doubt was secretly born in his heart.
About twenty minutes later, Jr. Yavre's cell phone rang again, and he immediately picked up the cell phone: "Sorry, I will be back soon after answering the call." Then he walked into the study.
The trace of doubt in Leo's heart turned into an ominous premonition. While the study door was closed, he took out his cell phone and dialed Edman's number. When he heard the voice prompt "Unable to connect", he immediately realized that things had changed-he once told Edman that the cell phone must be kept It is unblocked for 24 hours. If there is any accident, he must be notified immediately. At the moment, the call is neither "in a call" nor "shutdown", and the signal on the island is sufficient. This situation should be a sudden power failure when the base station is connected. The base station defaults that the phone is still on, but searching The mobile phone signal is not available, so it prompts "Unable to connect".
This is within a short period of time. If the base station cannot find the mobile phone signal for a long time, the user status will be set to "off"-this is very important, indicating that Edman's mobile phone was suddenly powered off under normal conditions , Or man-made damage, not long ago. Reminiscing about the two mysterious calls and the faint attitude of the little Yaffer just now, Leo immediately reacted: Edelman's side is almost exposed!
He promptly tore down the gauze curtain, cut out the notches with a knife on the fruit plate, and tore it into strips, forming a rope of 17 or 18 meters long. Can't reach the end. But he had no time to make up, grabbing the rope with both hands, and quickly sliding down the outer wall with the soles of his feet. The rope was exhausted, and there was still about three or four meters above the ground. Leo let go and jumped down. As he landed, his body rolled over to relieve the impact.
When he got up, a few bodyguards wearing camouflage uniforms happened to patrol. Leo immediately patted the dust on his shoulders and drew a cigarette from his pocket. When the bodyguards came to question him, they recognized his face, and one of them took out a lighter and lit it for him, and asked him graciously what else he needed.
Leo took the opportunity to suggest that the cancellation of night entertainment was very boring, and he thought of strolling around the beach near the clubhouse (the lagoon was surrounded by the club to block the shark net, which is a good place to swim in the sea). The bodyguard embarrassedly reiterated the prohibition that members cannot leave the clubhouse tonight, and suggested that he find more nightingales or go to the outdoor swimming pool. Leo was very dissatisfied: "I don't have the habit of swimming naked in a swimming pool where people go!" He tapped the number plate on the opponent's chest with his cigarette butt, and said arrogantly: "I'll go for a walk in the car and give you ten thousand. Chunk; otherwise I will mention to the Duke tomorrow that you are ready to roll up and leave. And you-dare to talk too much, and get out with him."
It is not difficult to decide between these two options, not to mention that all kinds of scandals about the little duke to please the new love have almost spread inside the club. This Mr. Yang was unanimously ranked first by the bodyguards as the "most not to offend guest" list. Similarly, if anyone can win the favor of even a few words, he will have a bright future and hope for promotion.
So the bodyguard who got the chance to please the boss lover and also made an extra small fortune, ran over and drove an off-road vehicle under the envy and hatred of his companion.
The guard at the gate saw that it was his own person who was driving, and he was going out from the inside, so he let him go without checking.
In the study, the young Yavre got the information he wanted to verify from the intelligence trafficker. The anger of betrayal and the sentimental humiliation turned into magma, which almost melted his whole body. Leo? Lawrence! I'm going to drag his intestines out to fish for sharks, so that he might die! Little Yaffer thought through gritted teeth and pressed the alarm button on the desktop without hesitation.
Thirty seconds later, a group of armed bodyguards rushed into the reception room, searched the empty room thoroughly, and found that the target had disappeared.
"...He escaped from here!" a bodyguard called.
Young Yaffer rushed to the edge of the terrace and looked down. The homemade rope tied to the railing hung down to the fifth floor, swaying in the night breeze, as if laughing at someone's slow response.
With a slap on the railing, the little Yaffer snarled in the tremor of his palm: "Grab him! Search the whole clubhouse and bring him to me!"
At the same time, an off-road vehicle drove out of the club at night.
Leo stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's neck from the back, and pressed both carotid sinuses with his thumb and middle finger. Caught off guard, the opponent was almost immediately in a coma. Leo took over the steering wheel with his right hand, leaned in and opened the door with his left hand, kicked him off the speeding car, and then climbed into the driver's seat.
He hummed a little song from his hometown, stood under the shower head and washed the blood on his body, the floor of the shower room was scarlet, and the flowing melody surged toward the sewer entrance. The blood suit was thrown in the corner and could no longer be worn, but fortunately, William's figure was similar to him, and he could choose any in his wardrobe.
There was another unexpected surprise: he found half a bottle of quick-acting hair dye next to the shampoo, and dyed his short, yellow straw-like hair back to black. In fact, even though he has changed many hair colors, he still likes black hair the most. It is natural, low-key, and concealed, and it matches his skin tone-a very healthy light wheat color, which is his true skin tone. Rather than the fairness that has been modified with skin bleaching cream before. Although the thing contains hydroquinone and mercury, long-term use is harmful to the body, but in order to get close to the sensitive federal agent, he had to make all-out preparations, including using a small piece of simulated skin patch made of silicone to hide the scar on his body.
Appearance, conversation, manners, personality, and all the parts that can be expressed externally, he is confident that he can pretend to be foolproof, but those parts that are hidden in the heart, called "feelings", are difficult to fully accept the control of reason. . For example, now, looking at the black-haired man in the mirror, he has a moment of trance, as if being overlapped by the figure of another black-haired man, feeling the familiar breath of the other party, and the heat of the body...
The noise outside the window shattered his illusion. He unhappily opened the blinds of the blinds and peeped out, and saw a team of bodyguards with live ammunition jumping out of the truck, searching the surrounding villas in batches, and reaching him soon. This building is in.
This unexpected incident disrupted his original plan, and it seemed impossible to solve the other fish slipping through the net before dawn, and even the difficulty of leaving the clubhouse safely increased a lot. He snorted dissatisfiedly, walked naked to the back door of the villa, knocked on the door panel with his knuckles, imitating William's voice and shouted: "Hi, the two outside, come in!"
The two bodyguards guarding the back door pushed the door and entered, and they suffered a throat cut. The other side curled their backs and squeezed the lock with several moves, knocking them to the ground in less than ten seconds. He stripped one of them and put on his camouflage uniform, equipped with guns and ammunition, pulled the brim of the rounded camouflage hat, walked out of the villa, and got into the back of a search team.
Not long after, the order from above was conveyed: "Target Garcia? Young, with the assistance of a bodyguard, he drove an off-road vehicle and left the clubhouse ten minutes ago. Immediately searched the island and tried to catch the target alive. The opponent resisted fiercely or insisted to escape. Under circumstances, it is allowed to be killed."
Climb to a truck with the crowd. In the narrow and dense space, although he tried to hide his sense of existence, he was still noticed by the bodyguard next to him: "You are not—" He forced the opponent to swallow the second sentence with an elbow, and then jumped from the truck that was slowing down on the corner. Down, avoiding the trailing bullets while rolling, suddenly disappeared in the dark dense trees beside the road.
When Shanier realized that he had done a stupid thing due to a momentary negligence and vengeance, he smashed Edman's cell phone angrily and cut the bloody old fat man's throat.
He climbed up a nearby small hill to look at the brightly lit airport, and saw that it had been emptied as expected, and the last helicopter that flew away only left a faint sound in the ink sky.
"Grass mud horse! Raised by a bitch..." Shanier continued to explode and squatted on the ground with desperation.
Now how to do? On an isolated island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, surrounded by a vast sea of sharks, without planes or boats, is it really necessary to set up a raft to cross the ocean? Thinking of the 100 million U.S. dollars that he had just blackmailed and had no time to enjoy, the sissy duke planned to search the entire island to catch him. Shabu hot pot! Shanier hugged his head in pain, feeling that this ghost place is more desperate than the Rex Island Prison nicknamed "Grave"...
In desperate circumstances, he thought of finishing off again. That very tough and cautious serial killer, he believes that he must have made sufficient preparations before sneaking into Luna Island. Whether he succeeds or fails, that guy must have a way to leave...
He must be found, and now only by following him is the safest choice! After Shanier made up his mind, he began to worry again: Does that guy still play killing games in the clubhouse? How can he get in... Forget it, first drive that fat man's car and get around the clubhouse to observe and see. Let's talk about it depending on the situation.
He got up to tidy up the camouflage uniform on his body, and felt that this bodyguard outfit should be able to hide from the sky, so he slipped down the mound, jumped into Edman's off-road vehicle, and drove towards the clubhouse.
Only halfway through the mountain, I saw trucks full of combat power coming towards him, scared that Shanier immediately rushed out of the roadbed and hid in the forest. What's going on, it's finally exposed? Or... the damn FBI escaped? Whether it is the former or the latter, Shanier is not happy to see it, especially the latter-is that sissy duke an idiot who grew up eating shit? With so many bodyguards around, even an injured policeman can't handle it, and it's a waste of his energy to whistle!
After thinking about it angrily for a moment, he decided to follow the group of searchers far away to see if he could get any benefits out of it—fishing in troubled waters has always been his strong point.
Luna Island, shrouded by night, covered the whereabouts of the three desperadoes with the vast wilderness, lush jungle, rugged cliffs and densely reef beaches, and also concealed the deadly danger in the dark. Wait until you are shocked. , It is often too scarce.
The federal agents who were hunted down, the serial killers whose plans couldn't keep up with the changes, and the former gang leader who wanted to escape might meet again on this isolated island. No one but God knows their future fate.