Top Secret Entrustment [Rebirth]

In the evening of the same day, the task force arrived at Miami International Airport. After meeting with the local FBI, a group of more than [-] people drove to the residential apartment corresponding to the email address.

The distance to the destination is close, several Chevrolet commercial vehicles are separated, and the drivers find a suitable parking place by themselves, and then the plainclothes agents pretend to be ordinary residents or passers-by, leaving some scattered around the apartment building to guard, and the other follow The person in charge went upstairs to search.

This is a plan that Luo Yifan formulated after careful consideration. Although the possibility of people living in that apartment is extremely low, the possibility of accidents cannot be ruled out, and since there is not enough evidence to prove that it is Shaw's residence, it should be avoided as much as possible. Disturb ordinary residents.

In the elevator, the red indicator number representing the floor kept rising, and the two opposite mirrors formed an endless space. Luo Yifan was in it, and his heart, which has always been calm, inevitably felt empty, and he didn't know whether it was nervous or excited.

Roger leaned against the elevator wall and checked his emails on his phone screen. Before they came, they had obtained relevant information about this residential area. One elevator and two households are a relatively closed living environment, although the anonymous email only mentioned one of the apartments. address, but as a neighbor across the door, another set of addresses should also be paid attention to.

The document loaded on the screen was the personal information of the head of the household. Roger browsed it roughly, and handed the phone to Yifan. There was surveillance in the elevator. He couldn't speak too bluntly, but just joked: "Network security Expert, heh, the guy who understands computers, is it too coincidental?"

There was no photo attached to the information, Luo Yifan didn't comment after reading it, but just returned the phone.

Roger raised his eyebrows suspiciously. He felt that this guy seemed a little weird today. There were six other colleagues in the same elevator. Everyone knew that his supervisor had something on his mind.

After a while, with a ding, the mechanical female voice announced that the 24th floor had arrived, and the metal door opened to both sides.

Several subordinates drew their guns to be on guard. Luo Yifan walked out of the elevator first. His steps were very light, and the sensor lights were still off. The bright sun of Miami shone through the window, and the fine dust floated slowly. It seemed that no one had been there for a while. Been back.

At this moment, there was a low 'ow' sound from the side of the corridor, like the moan of some kind of extremely weak beast dying - the detectives reacted very quickly, and immediately pointed their guns at the source of the sound, and Luo Yifan Then he raised his hand silently, signaling to be safe and not to be impatient.

That's exactly the apartment the anonymous email tipped off to.

The anti-theft door installed in the apartment looks very ordinary. There is a message board nailed to the wall next to it. It seems that there are words written on it, but at this time the light is dim, so the content on it cannot be seen clearly. There is a soft camel-colored plush carpet at the door. On it lay a black chow chow dying of hunger.

Seeing someone coming, the little guy pawed weakly with skinny paws, and the bell hanging around his neck rang with a flick of his head.

"shaw even has a dog?"

The tense nerves were relaxed, and Roger couldn't help teasing. As soon as he spoke, the sensor light came on, and the Chow Chow struggled to come over, circling around Yifan's legs and barking non-stop.

Roger smiled and said, "Boss, I can't tell, it's kind of kissing you~"

Luo Yifan didn't speak, he bent down to pick up the dog, and then walked to the door of the apartment.

Under the warm light of the ceiling lamp, he finally read the words on the message board. The person wrote—the apartment key is under the carpet, please don't pry my door open.

Several detectives who followed were startled at the same time after seeing the line clearly, Luo Yifan said: "Take the key to open the door, and be careful not to damage the furniture when you go in and search—" His voice paused, because the Chow Chow was lying on his back. head, sniffing his chin with a wet dog nose.

For no reason, Luo Yifan thought of the mischievous kiss that someone had at the Houston police station that day.

He pushed down the dog's head a little, and ordered: "Search."

After the words were lost, someone immediately rummaged through the carpet to take out the key, the anti-theft door opened, and several people entered one after another. Luo Yifan walked in the last, and went straight up the stairs to the master bedroom.

There was not much dust on the surface of the furniture, but it was hard to judge the exact time the owner left. He walked to the bed and picked up the black card lying quietly on the quilt. It was handwritten, and the guy's handwriting was very ordinary. It can even be said that it has no characteristics.

It said: [If you can, please take care of Loki, it always comes back, thank you. 】Luo Yifan stared at this sentence, slowly stroking the slightly sunken strokes with his fingertips, these handwritings did not look new, they must have been written for a long time, when he realized this, he suddenly felt something wrong in his heart. Unbelievable thought——

Could it be that every time he made a commission, he would leave the key on the carpet and leave such a card in the bedroom, just in case he never had a chance to come back after going out?

But... Are these all for him?

Closing his eyes, Luo Yifan breathed a sigh of relief. He forced himself to calm down, but the touched part of his chest still tightened uncontrollably. It was the first time in his life that he felt distressed, but he couldn't say no out for what.

A month later, at midnight, at a private villa in the suburbs of New York City.

The extended black Lincoln stopped at the main entrance of the courtyard. The driver got out of the car and opened the rear right door. Daniel Fred stepped out of the car door with a sore neck and said: "There is an important meeting tomorrow morning, don't be late."

The driver nodded respectfully and said, "Please rest assured, sir."

Daniel waved his hand to indicate that he could go, and he carried his briefcase up the stairs in front of the hall. He was a very independent person, and he moved out to live alone long before he took over the family business.

This villa is one of his many properties in New York. It is small and not luxurious, but it is the first residence that Daniel bought with the funds accumulated from various short-term investments when he was in college. He thinks it is very meaningful. So he arranged for several servants, and raised a young and beautiful woman here.

Today, there was a dinner party for an important partner. It was already very late, and the lights of the entire three-story villa were off. Daniel knew that the people inside must have fallen asleep, but he was still a little unhappy.

The master didn't come back, and he didn't know to leave a door light for him, so he really didn't know the rules.

Thinking so, he opened the door with the key, went in and took off his coat and hung it on the hook along with the briefcase.The faucet in the open kitchen seemed not to be turned off tightly, and the sound of dripping water could be heard from time to time in the darkness.

Daniel was too tired and drank a lot of wine. He didn't have time to care about the dripping faucet. He loosened his tie and didn't even bother to change his slippers. He staggered through the corridor. There was a click of the lock, which was especially clear in the quiet environment.

There was a faint fishy smell floating in the air, dense dark spots splashed on the warm wallpaper on the walls, dark liquid accumulated on the floor connecting the living room and the corridor, Daniel didn't pay attention, and only heard a puff when he stepped in. .

The fishy smell became stronger, diluting the smell of alcohol on Daniel's body. He felt more sober, and lowered his head to try to identify the dirt on the floor, but the light was too dim. He only knew that there was a puddle of water there. not coming out.

Daniel regained his composure and groped to find the light switch. The snow-white light shone down, illuminating the corridor that seemed to be soaked in blood from the hall to the stairs.

Daniel turned pale and took a step back screaming.

At the same time, on the sofa in the living room, Xiao Yu, who was playing with ceramic blades, crossed his legs and raised his eyelashes. He looked at the man sitting on the ground not far away with a half-smile, "Long time no see, Mr. Fred, Did it scare you?" He picked up a goblet on the tea table, which contained half a cup of dark red liquid, which was already in a congealed state, obviously not wine.

"It stands to reason that thieves pay attention to leaving no trace when they strike. Unfortunately, even if I do this now, I still feel puzzled. Dear employer, I will ask for the entrustment money I deserve. But before that, you can tell me what you know slowly. come out."

Daniel was trembling with fright, and retreated in embarrassment with his hands on the floor. Under the shadow of the hall, the well-dressed Victor stepped forward slowly. He lifted Daniel's collar and threw it into the living room like trash.

Xiao Yu shook the glass of blood plasma, smiled lightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and said word by word: "——this determines how many people will accompany you to hell."

In August of 2018, a doomsday-like explosion shook the entire Las Vegas.

Under the night, the flames broke through the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the main building on the left side of the Venetian Hotel was directly blown into ruins. Thousands of people were buried, and charred bodies and severed limbs were everywhere.

Closing his eyes in the remaining smoke and dust in the corridor on the right, Luo Yifan knocked open the door of the suite according to the instructions on the card. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the thief wearing a Venetian mask turned around and walked through the messy living room of the suite. Their gazes collided in the air.

An indescribable soreness filled his eyes, Xiao Yu had a hypocritical smile on his face, and his breath trembled slightly. He raised his hands, put his wrists together, and said with a smile: "Now, you have caught me——Officer Luo , take me away..."

Luo Yifan's face was so gloomy that it seemed to be covered with ice, his right hand clutching the butt of the gun was trembling uncontrollably. Looking at the guy with a calm smile in front of him, he felt that his mood had never been so chaotic.

"Why?" He pointed his gun at Xiao Yu, "Just stealing isn't enough for you anymore?"

Xiao Yu was stunned, and then smiled in relief after a few seconds, "I have a request—"

He maintained the posture with his arms raised, and walked towards Yifan step by step, very carefully. With the distance close, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his shoulder. He looked at those gray eyes full of disgust, and repeated in his heart. Pray 'please trust me' over and over again.

Luo Yifan lowered the muzzle of his gun, and watched the man walk up to him without moving.

Under the mask, Xiao Yu cried tears streaming down his face. The long-suppressed pain was almost on the verge of breaking out. He hugged the man in front of him. The strength and temperature from his body made him tremble with sadness. He raised his head and made a gesture. The act of wanting to kiss.

Aware of this intention, Luo Yifan pushed Xiao Yu away and took a step back, almost subconsciously raised the gun and pulled the trigger, the dark red bloodstains melted on the shirt, the rich color stung the man's frozen eyes , he looked at him with a little surprise, and for a moment he seemed a little at a loss.

Xiao Yu held down the bleeding abdomen, feeling a little relieved in his heart, he didn't want his life after all.

"Officer Luo, please take care of my dog, and—" He retreated to the French window and smashed the glass with his elbow, "Thank you for your hug."

After he finished speaking, he jumped out of the window. Luo Yifan quickly stepped forward to check, and saw an extremely thin steel wire fixed on the floor. If he cut the thief, he would be crushed to pieces. But this time he raised the gun, but no matter what Determination to pull the trigger.

The next evening, an icebreaker bought by an anonymous employer set sail from a port on the west coast of California, and it took nearly two months to sail into the Arctic Circle.

At the coordinate point where the Aurora sank, Xiao Yu threw one billion cash into the sea, then knelt on the deck and cried until he was in a daze.

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That was the fourth year the world knew the name 'shaw', the year a vicious explosion in Las Vegas dragged the name to hell and he disappeared with a billion in cash in a brutal act The method created the immortal myth of the entire dark world.

But in the unknown Arctic Ocean, it was Victor who forcibly brought Shaw, who was on the verge of collapse, back to Italy for long and painful medical treatment.

One year later, the thief returned, and he spent the next three years proving his cruelty to the world, but finally disappeared completely because of the ridiculous love at first sight many years ago.

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Not an epilogue for an epilogue:

【"Officer Luo, you are the most difficult thing I have ever stolen, and also the biggest mistake in my life."】For Thief, the only thing that cannot be obtained in this world is sincerity.

——Fanwai·The mirror image of the previous life·End——

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