long night fire

Chapter 164 What I miss

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen focused on observing the back door of old K's house through binoculars, trying to figure out the appearance of the visitor. Unfortunately, several nearby street lamps were broken at the same time for some reason, making it impossible for them to do so.

"It would be great if Lao Ge was here." Long Yuehong couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Compared with fully functional intelligent people, carbon-based people need too much extra equipment to improve themselves.

Of course, Long Yuehong has always kept in mind what the team leader often said, and used it to motivate herself:

"A gentleman's life is not different, good and false are like things."

Bai Chen deeply agrees with Long Yuehong's emotion:

"Unless it's completely dark and there's no light at all, Old Ge has a way..."

Before finishing speaking, Bai Chen's attention returned to the back door of old K's house.

Another car drove up and stopped outside the door.

What happened before was repeated again. A servant of the old K's family came out to greet a certain guest with a big umbrella.

In just half an hour, nearly [-] visitors arrived at the back door area with broken street lights. Judging from their clothes, there were men and women.

Seeing this, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were a little stunned, not understanding what was going on.

At the same time period, Jiang Baimian, who was reported by Long Yuehong, also found that a large number of cars drove into Masgar Street where the old K's house was located, and parked on both sides of the road.

Illuminated by a large number of street lights, the doors opened one after another, and a well-dressed man and woman stepped out.

Surrounded by bodyguards, they approached the main entrance of Old K's house openly and walked in.

However, their bodyguards and entourage stayed outside the door and returned to the car one after another.

"They're all nobles..." Jiang Baimian observed carefully for a while and came to a conclusion.

She and Shang Jianyao pretended to be aristocrats, and when they watched the gladiatorial competition, they had a certain understanding of people of this class, so that they would not even know how to say hello when they met.

The other party does not need to know them, they must know each other, only in this way can the risk of exposure be avoided to the greatest extent.

"Yes." Shang Jianyao pointed at a male nobleman and smiled, "I remember him. He laughed at Dino and almost became the first person in the upper class to choke himself to death from drinking water."

Dino is one of the protagonists of the assassination case in the arena.

The one who was assassinated.

"It's called Phelps, it seems..." Jiang Baimian said not so sure.

Phelps is also Akerson, with black hair and blue eyes.

He seems to have been genetically optimized, no matter his height or appearance, he is considered good, but his cheek muscles are slightly drooping.

After watching these people enter Old K's house, Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"Is this a banquet?"

She didn't make a definite judgment because it was very embarrassing in terms of timing.

According to her understanding, gatherings of the aristocratic class often start at dinner time and last until the early morning, and they can leave at any time in the middle. How can there be any reason to call it until nearly 11 o'clock?

"Maybe the theme of this party is ghosts." Shang Jianyao guessed enthusiastically.

He seemed eager to backhand and took out the monkey mask with the hairy face and sharp mouth, put it on his face, and participated in the next game.

Jiang Baimian ignored him, and said to himself:

"Draw all the curtains, just for this party?

"What about those people behind? Special guests?

"How could it be possible not to let bodyguards in for a normal gathering? Are those nobles so relieved?"

She couldn't think of the answers to these questions for a while. Shang Jianyao offered many possibilities, but they were all obviously absurd.

Jiang Baimian had no choice but to take out the walkie-talkie and told Long Yuehong and Bai Chen:

"Continue to monitor and wait for the end."

The wait lasted for several hours, and it was not until three o'clock in the morning that the front door of the old K's house was reopened, and the well-dressed men and women walked out one after another with tired but relaxed expressions, and left by car.

At the same time, at the back door area, cars arrived one after another, quietly picking up the secret visitors.

Due to environmental factors, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong still couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Team leader, do you want to choose a target to follow?" Long Yuehong asked Jiang Baimian for advice.

If he and Bai Chen went downstairs and drove into the jeep at this time, there was still hope that they could lock a car.

Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:

"There are too many unknowns in this matter, for the sake of conservatism, it will not be used for the time being.

"Well, our next step is to track down a nobleman, and find out from him what kind of party Old K is holding at home, and what roles are those people who come in through the back door playing."

Compared with those secret visitors who hide their heads and show their tails, compared with the old K who seems to be a little mysterious, nobles with families and mouths who are on the edge of power are more suitable and safer targets.

Without too many exclusions, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao unanimously chose Phelps.

They knew him accordingly, knowing that his grandfather was once a patriarch, but he died relatively early and failed to pave the way for his descendants, which led to Phelps' fathers being gradually squeezed out of power The core, when it comes to his generation, is even more declining.

Judging from his previous performance in the arena assassination case, Jiang Baimian believed that there were no awakened people among Phelps' bodyguards and entourage.

Considering various factors, this is really a rare object of action.

Jiang Baimian was not in a hurry to go downstairs to follow, because it was late at night, quiet and few people, so it was easy to be spotted. Anyway, the monk could not run away from the temple, and if he went to "visit" Phelps during the day, he would not be afraid to find someone.

"After the investigation of these matters is clear, the plan to deal with 'Garibaldi' will probably be formed." Jiang Baimian said casually while watching the nobles' vehicles go away.

In fact, if she hadn't worried too much, she could give a feasible plan now:

Wait for old K to go out, deal with business problems, and take away most of the "accidents", and then sneak in quietly or use "friends" to pick up "Garibaldi".

Judging from the fact that "Garibaldi" was able to successfully hide in the old K's house and hide for several days without being discovered, this plan has a high success rate.

Of course, after "Garibaldi" got inside and hid, because he lacked a grasp of the surrounding environment, he didn't dare to move.

……

In the afternoon of the second day, the "Old Tune Team" who had been rested took advantage of the method of "making friends" to temporarily borrow a car and drove to the Golden Apple District, looking for an opportunity to communicate with Phelps, a son of a nobleman.

"Hey..." In the car, Shang Jianyao let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Long Yuehong asked vigilantly and worriedly.

Shang Jian Yao replied with a sad face:

"I miss Mr. DiMarco."

"Why?" Long Yuehong was a little puzzled for a moment.

Jiang Baimian sneered:

"Hey, are you missing him? You're missing his 'Fate Master'!"

"'Fate Pass' is really easy to use." Shang Jianyao admitted frankly, "I even think Mr. Dimarco is very cute."

What adjective is this?Long Yuehong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Jiang Baimian agreed with Shang Jianyao's first half sentence:

"Indeed, if the 'Fate Orb' is still there, we don't need to look for opportunities to deal with marginal noble children like Phelps. When he goes out, gets in the car, and attaches to him more than 20 meters away, directly Arouse his relevant memories."

And the whole process is so silent that ordinary people can't even notice it.

Shang Jian saw that if Yao's hands and feet were cleaner and the environment was better created, Phelps might not be able to find out who was being raped afterwards. He might think that he had indulged too much recently, his body was weak, and he suddenly felt dizzy.

During the exchange between several members of the "Old Tune Group", the vehicle turned into a relatively secluded street.

At this time, a figure crossed the road, then stopped in the middle, and did not go away.

He is from Honghe, wearing a gray robe, with a bald head that can reflect the light. He is a little out of shape. He can't tell the exact age, but his face is not pale, and his mental state is not bad.

The man half closed his emerald green eyes, held a rosary in one hand, and put his other hand on his chest, facing the "Old Tune Group", saluted:

"Namo Anuttara Samyak Sambodhi, all benefactors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and see the shore."

He spoke Honghe dialect, his voice was clearly not loud, but it echoed in the ears of Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

Chapter 165 Zennagar

Such a monk suddenly appeared and said inexplicable words, which made Long Yuehong feel a little bit more confused and bewildered while suddenly tensing up.

What the hell does this happen?

How come there is another monk who believes in Bodhi?

Is he a lunatic, insane?

Long Yuehong subconsciously turned her eyes to the front, and saw Jiang Baimian, who was in the co-driver's position, with a serious profile.

At this moment, Shang Jianyao had pressed the car window, poked his head out, and shouted loudly:

"Why not use Gray Earth?

"The Honghe language can't express that charm!"

This guy got serious again in a strange place... Long Yuehong once again didn't know whether to praise Shang Jianyao's big heart, or couldn't see the situation clearly.

To Long Yuehong's surprise, the gray-robed monk who was so skinny made an answer.

He still said in Honghe language:

"I'm not good at Gray Earth.

"However, to pay respect to the Buddha is to pay respect to one's own consciousness, and to speak about the Buddha's teachings is to explain the true nature of one's nature. No matter what language one uses, it will not affect its essence."

"Why did you intercept us, and you said that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you will be right when you turn back?" Shang Jianyao thoughtfully changed the subject.

Jiang Baimian didn't stop him, trying to use his unconventional way to disrupt the thinking of the gray-robed monk opposite, creating an opportunity to spy on the truth of the matter or get rid of the current situation.

The gray-robed monk once again whispered the Buddha's name:

"The poor monk foresaw that the four-person team passing by this street at this time today would affect the stability of the original city and bring about a turmoil.

"My Buddha is merciful. I can't bear to see all living beings suffer. The poor monk had no choice but to stop you and take care of you for a period of time."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Baimian and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, as if the other party was simply mentally ill.

This is completely an innocent disaster!

The "Old Tune Group" hasn't done anything yet!

Shang Jian Yao's expression became serious, and he responded loudly:

"It won't be a four-member squad that will bring turmoil and affect stability, but those nobles, those veterans, and those careerists who control the army.

"Master Zen, why don't you take care of people like Beuris, Alexander, and Gaius?

"Believe me, this is the most effective way to eliminate hidden dangers."

Hey, the level of this debate is rising... Jiang Baimian secretly praised.

The gray-robed monk was silent for a few seconds and said:

"The poor monk will also try to do things in this regard, but now we need to guard you first."

His tone was quite calm, but it set off his firm will.

At this time, Bai Chen, who was driving, poked his head out:

"Great monk, why are you sure it's us?"

Although there are no other people on this street now, it is not necessarily the target that is wrong in the prediction, but also the time and place.

"That's right." Shang Jianyao echoed, "Think about it: errors in interpretation of prophecy are common occurrences; you must also..."

Before he finished speaking, the gray-robed monk proclaimed the Buddha's name again:

"Namo Anuttara Samyak Sambodhi..."

His voice sounded like a loud bell in the ears of Jiang Baimian and the others, successfully suppressing Shang Jianyao's follow-up words.

Immediately afterwards, without giving Shang Jianyao a chance to continue speaking, he said calmly:

"Benefactor, don't try to influence the poor monk's logic and judgment with your abilities. The poor monk has the 'He Xintong' and knows exactly what you want to do."

Grass... Long Yuehong couldn't help but burst out a foul word in her heart.