Marvel's The Force Awakens

"From the appearance you described, it seems to be an 8a1 broadblade mine, but the weight is a bit off." After hearing Peter's report, Weasel quickly gave his answer. "I must have modified this thing myself and added some other materials. Don't worry, this thing is very safe. As long as you don't activate it, there will be no problem at all."

"This doesn't feel safe at all." Peter said with a wry smile. "There's no instruction manual, how do I know if I've accidentally activated it?"

"Don't worry, the steps are a bit complicated. If you accidentally activate it, you've won the jackpot. By the way, look, there is a line on the top of the iron box and the lower right corner of the back connected to a chip that looks like a chip. On the same thing”

Peter quickly checked again and replied in the affirmative.The weasel smiled triumphantly.

"As expected, they changed the trigger detonation to a remote control detonation. It seems that they are not completely crazy, but they must have a big plan."

Listening to Weasel's words, Peter sneered. "I can see this without you having to tell me. I'm not a fool. But the question is, what is their specific plan."

"Hehehehe..." Weasel suddenly laughed evilly, and then slowly spoke. "This is what I paid you to do. And the information you have obtained now is not enough. According to your strength, it shouldn't be difficult to capture a person and extract information from him."

"There's no chance yet." Peter said solemnly. "Facing so many people with guns, I'm not sure."

"Hey, hey, hey, we have invested in such a stylish costume for you, and now you tell me that you are not even a superhero. We are familiar with each other. If you deceive my feelings like this, I will still sue you for fraud. "

"Did you invest? How much did you pay?" Peter was speechless for a while, and the weasel simply ignored his question.

"Tsk, tsk, I've always said you're hypocritical. If you were willing to use a gun, wouldn't everything be much easier?" The weasel started again on the other side, preaching what he had said countless times. "You pretending to be innocent like this is like being a prostitute and building a memorial arch. It feels weird."

"I think you need to go back to school and learn how to use metaphors. Oh, by the way, do you know where the Cowendro Mansion is?" Peter suddenly remembered this matter.

"Kevin...Dero sounds familiar, but I have to check it out. Is there just this name and no specific address?"

"No, this thing is written on the box, and the date the day after tomorrow is also written on it. Maybe it is the final place where the box will be sent, or it may be the place where they want to attack."

"Fuck, I need to check this. If there is only one name, it will be a lot more difficult. Why do I pay you but I am working? In fact, you should be the one paying me, isn't it..." Before he could wait, After finishing his words, Weasel found that the other party had already hung up the call.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Peter on the other end of the phone had no qualms about cutting off the call so rudely.The weasel's nagging did sometimes make him a little bored, especially when he was doing business.More importantly, every time he thought about the weasel's constipated expression after he cut off the call, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.

Besides, although Weasel is indeed his client, he still needs to get his salary from him.But this time Peter wasn’t here entirely because of the money.

Such an organization that collects so many weapons is definitely not for peace.

After closing the secret door of the dark room, Peter walked down the stairs and returned to the second floor.He didn't have a plan in mind yet as to what to do with the arms.And next, he has another thing to do.

Returning to the office on the second floor, his target was the list that the man had stored here just now.Intuition told Peter that he should get a lot of information from that list.

Among the eleven filing cabinets, finding a piece of paper is undoubtedly like finding a needle in a haystack.But based on what the man said to himself just now, Peter was able to narrow down the scope of his search a lot.

"The list is placed in a purple folder, and there should be a lot of green folders in this cabinet..." Peter opened the drawers one by one, and then eliminated those drawers that did not meet the above conditions one by one.

Peter quickly set his sights on his target.Except for the two drawers, the other cabinets are mainly filled with folders of other colors.After some exploration, Peter took out all the purple folders from these two drawers and slowly started to flip through them one by one.

"...Well, this is for receipts."

"This...receipt slip. It's from last year."

When Peter opened the fourth folder, Peter's eyes lit up.The top piece of paper in this folder still has quite obvious creases that have not been flattened.

Peter quickly picked up the list and read it carefully.However, what was written on them were only paragraphs of numbers and addresses, without any annotations. To Peter, they were simply bibles.

Peter flipped through the remaining contents of the folder and found only a few more similar papers, and their contents confused Peter.

What he found this time was much less than he expected. Peter gritted his teeth and turned on his phone again.Before the Weasel's opening sarcasm could be uttered, Peter immediately reported what he had discovered here.

"Okay, take a few photos of that document and show it to me." Weasel didn't sound too disappointed. "I'll check here, maybe I can find some clues. By the way, do you still remember the license plate number of the car you were following?"

"The one that starts with w3, I forgot the rest." Peter was a little embarrassed. "Wait a minute, I took a photo before. I'll just report it to you later."

"Okay." Weasel was a little reluctant, but he had no choice but to give up. "You search again first, and if you can find more things, report to me. You'd better do more work for me. This time I spent a lot of money..."

"Wait." Peter suddenly remembered something. "They seem to have mentioned a few names. Let me tell you. Maybe it will be of some help."

The weasel responded, and Peter, after recalling carefully for a while, announced the names he had just heard.

The weasel was silent for a while, and then he spoke slightly hesitantly. "I'm not sure about the other ones, but the name Mukati is somewhat familiar. If it's the same person, he should still be in jail now. He is charged with accidental homicide and resisting arrest. If I remember correctly, he should be He will also spend six or seven years in jail."

"Anyway, this can be considered a clue." Peter took over his words. "Okay, let's contact you later."

After spending nearly an hour, Peter roughly walked around the entire building, but still found nothing.It seems that apart from the dark room in the attic and the suspicious activities at night, this place is indeed an ordinary moving company.

But all this has created more problems.How did an ordinary moving company get involved with these people who looked like desperadoes? Did the employees working here know about these activities at night? Peter still has no answer for this yet.But the smoothness of tonight's operation was enough for him to let out a sigh of relief.

There was no fighting, no bloodshed, everything was relaxed.After Peter carefully removed all traces of himself, he got out of the second-floor window again.Tonight's mission comes to an end.

Originally, Peter wanted to directly call the police using his identity as Red Mask, and let the police confiscate everything here and leave.However, under Weasel's advice, he gave up the idea.

"I know you want to be a hero, but heroes don't always like to develop side plots like you." Weasel was again instilling his philosophy on life into Peter. "It's just a small loss for them. You're just going to alert someone, and then it becomes a real problem."

"Guns and bombs have only one purpose, to kill people." Peter expressed his opinion. "If these things were not in their hands, at least fewer people would die."

The weasel sneered disdainfully. "Tch, you can buy that thing back for another $10,000+, and the damned person will die eventually. Besides, being targeted by such an organization that is completely hidden in the shadows will make your life worse. Where would it be better to go?”

Even if he didn't agree with his ideas, Peter had to admit that the other party had a point.But when he really decided to ignore things here for the time being, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.