Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1204: Stealing for another day
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Halleji is a medium fat man with a good face and a smile on his face. He speaks casually and casually, and his shots are particularly generous. People who interact with him always feel like a spring breeze. It is also because of his long sleeves and good dancing that his influence spreads throughout the entire senior government of the Syrian government and has extensive contacts.
However, there are also many enemies in Khaledji. He pays special attention to his security forces and is very suspicious. He rarely contacts outsiders. Especially in Syria where bombs were scattered all over the road, he was particularly worried about being assassinated.
This black market in Damascus is one of Haridhi ’s secret nest villas, where he has hoarded a large amount of wealth he has searched for his entire life, and is closely guarded by his loyal guards. Only here is he safe.
"Is there anything wrong today?" Halji sat down on the sofa in his living room, as if he was stuck in a big potato. Compared with the messy outside market, the magnificent building built in his secret nest villa has all kinds of valuable furniture and appliances from Europe, and luxury goods can be seen everywhere.
One servant knelt down on the ground to give Halegit shoes, and the other servant brought a freshly prepared cocktail. And the master took a sip and turned to look at the butler standing beside.
The butler bowed his head slightly, and Bi Gong said respectfully: "Dear Halji, you have twelve dial guests today. I helped you get rid of four less important ones, and the rest will require you to meet in person. A guest from Israel has been waiting for a long time. "
Halleji chewed the olives in the cocktail and spit out the core and the dregs. He stepped on the servant who packed the fruit, and scolded fiercely in his mouth: "This group of Jewish vampires, they are always unsatisfied. I have given way too much."
Halleji ’s gestures, movements, and conversations with different people in the living room, and even his demeanor of receiving visitors from all sides, all of this information was captured by a mechanical fly. The mechanical fly followed him from the moment he got out of the car, and was silently collecting information at the corner of the living room.
Halji's information, butler's information, servant's information, guard's information, visitor's information. In the first three days of Zhou Qingfeng latency, more than a dozen similar mechanical flies infiltrated Haraj's nest. Now the most important person has finally appeared.
A large amount of information is aggregated into the Zhou Qingfeng's digital helmet. The computer begins to analyze the character and habits of the characters in many ways, and records various data such as voiceprints.
While gathering information, Zhou Qingfeng hiding in the dark is not idle. The computer has 3D modeled the appearance of Harlequin, and Zhou Qingfeng himself simply hid in a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz of Harlequin to apply makeup to himself.
Yes ... Zhou Qingfeng does n’t want to kill, because killing does n’t make sense now. He wanted to steal the day and replace the day, instead of Halji, to control the power in the other party.
Gelatin, wigs, beards, and even big bellies, all of which can be faked by makeup. Even the voice can be solved by a voice changer contained in the throat.
The only trouble is height and body shape—Zhou Qingfeng is one and eight meters tall and is particularly strong; Harlegie is less than one and seven meters, fat is quite fat, and strong is not to mention. There is no way to disguise this. You can't let Zhou Qingfeng cut off her leg.
"Lao Tzu is okay to sit and will be spotted immediately when he stands up." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and was quite distressed.
The time passed slowly, and the sky slowly turned black. The mechanical flies brought from Wasteland are flying around, tracking, recording, charging, and the information is constantly gathered. In a day, Zhou Qingfeng has been able to roughly imitate Khaledji's words and actions.
Halji, who had met all the personnel in the old nest, was also getting tired. He looked at the sky and asked a few points, and then asked to arrange for the vehicle to leave. This old fox lives in a different place every day, and even the team is divided into multiple groups to different places, the typical cunning rabbit three caves.
"Arrange a car for me, I will not live here tonight." Halji got up and left his office, walked out of the door and ordered to his captain.
The guard walked out of the hall with Halegi back and forth, but just a few steps away, he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted his neck. Although nothing was captured, he muttered in his mouth: "Damn, there are flies in the room."
The hygienic conditions in the black market are extremely poor, and flies are never lacking. It is not uncommon to occasionally have a few villas flying to Haraj. It was only after Halji waved away a fly near him that he suddenly felt dizzy after ten steps.
"Dear Halji, do you need me to call the doctor?" The housekeeper who followed stood up to support his master, expressing concern.
Halleji sullenly pulled his head. He was too old to be sick, but at the moment he nodded a little and didn't want to say anything. He was helped back to the bedroom.
The private doctor rushed over in the shortest time. After a simple measurement, it was comforting: "Dear Mr. Harlegui, your body is not too abnormal. Maybe you are a little tired and need a lot of rest A little sleep will make you feel better. "
Halji nodded again while leaning on the hospital bed. He did feel like he was so sleepy and sleepy at the moment, he couldn't hold his eyelids and couldn't wait to sleep. The doctor and the housekeeper retreated quietly, and the two servants left to take care of them, and there was a gun guard outside the bedroom. Everything looked fine.
Halleji slept deeply, and it was even a rare good night. And at the moment when he was asleep, the bad guy hiding in his nest started to act.
With the help of mechanical flies, Zhou Qingfeng understands the structural layout of the entire villa building, and knows the location of Harlequin ’s bedroom-it is a closed core area under heavy guard. However, these are nothing for Zhou Qingfeng with speed and agility as the main attributes.
There are mechanical flies to provide early warning, and Zhou Qingfeng is in an uninhabited land in Haraj's old nest. He easily ran out of Haridhi ’s bedroom, using his recovered strength to launch ‘As Quick as Lightning’ to enter the time-stop state, and entered the bedroom in front of the door guard.
The large and luxurious bedroom is still ensuite. It does not even have a door, and the bedroom directly connects to a balcony and living room.
"Really luxurious!" Zhou Qingfeng walked silently on the carpet in the room. A servant was in the living room, and a servant was kneeling in front of the bed. Both of them were squeezed by Zhou Qingfeng gently and stunned.
Halleji lying on the big bed is still ignorant. Zhou Qingfeng pulled out a tube of ampoule from his pocket, then reached out and patted Haleghi's face, "Mr. Haleghi, wake up. The last moment of your life is here."
Halleji opened his eyes in a trance, but then he was frightened. He saw a person who had exactly the same appearance as him sitting on the bed and smiled at him. He immediately exclaimed: "Who are you?"
Halleji's voice was weak and weak, because he had a strong arm around his neck.
"I am you." Fake Hallegi smiled, his smile and voice were exactly the same as Hallegi.
"How is this possible?" Halji tried hard to yell, but he struggled anyway, his throat seemed to be strangled by pliers, and he couldn't move at all.
Fake Hallegi is still laughing, so Hallegi himself is like a magic cave, and his heart is cold. The former also shook the needle tube in his hand and said, "Mr. Hallegi, how about we have a spitting agent? I want to know all about you."
"No ... I'll give you everything you want, don't mess up!" Haljig struggled violently, dancing with his hands and feet. A sharp needle can easily pierce his neck, and the medicine is injected into the blood vessel. After a while, he stopped moving, his body relaxed, his eyes dull, like an idiot.