It rained heavily, and the heavy black clouds completely shrouded Luo City. Raindrops formed into thin lines and poured down from the sky. After passing through a height of thousands of meters, they hit the ground and suddenly swung away.
In this boundless city, fragmented and wild sounds erupted.
On a street in the St. George district, Eugene and the two took shelter from the rain in a pickup truck. There were few pedestrians on the street and some shops were closed, making it particularly deserted.
At this moment, Colin seemed to have received some text message, so he picked up his umbrella and opened the car door.
"Where are you going again?"
Although the above arrangements have all agents on standby, due to the turmoil in Los Angeles and the fact that SCT has controlled many NGO organizations to spread awareness among citizens, the entire city has become increasingly uneasy, and the abyss syndrome seems to be spreading faster.
The probability of infected people harming others begins to rise.
"Go and take care of some personal matters."
Colin's expression was solemn. He had already obtained some information about Gray. She was once affiliated with the Freedom Alliance Army Rapid Reaction Force, but that was a long time ago. She had an experience while she was the head of Section 11.
The blank space seems to have been deliberately erased.
Next, as long as the information is passed to Hoshino Manatsu, there may be clues to find Gray's true identity.
But there is no rush yet.
You must wait until you are promoted to an elite agent and master the method of disabling the locator, so that you can have bargaining chips with Hoshino Manatsu. Otherwise, you will not get any benefits if you just give her the information.
Eugene has become accustomed to Colin's recent behavior. It doesn't matter if he goes to solicit prostitutes or something, as long as nothing happens to him.
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A commercial plaza in the central business district has a glass canopy that covers the entire street. Even if it rains heavily, there are not many people coming to shop, dine, and engage in entertainment activities. People come and go.
There have been responses from the apartment Colin listed for sale online, and someone contacted him yesterday to meet him at a random coffee shop in the central business district the next day.
During the phone call, he truthfully told the story about the death of someone next door. He didn't care about the little money, so he just sold it at a low price, whatever he could get back. The other party didn't care, and finally settled on 60% of the market price.
As agreed, he arrived at the cafe where the other party was.
It was no different from other cafes. The outside was decorated with red antique cultural wall tiles and some green plants. He opened the imitation Western-style sliding door and entered.
The interior decoration is also unremarkable, with log-style tables, chairs and wrought iron chandeliers. The Nordic pastoral mixed aesthetic combines freshness and warmth.
What surprised Colin was that the business of this cafe was quite deserted. There was only one customer, sitting on a chair. His white silk gloves were taken off. Although his hands were covered with scratches and roughness, they were strangely slender.
Holding a coffee cup to keep warm.
"You are planning to buy real estate."
Colin sat across from that person. If nothing unexpected happened, it would be him.
"Yes, I'm sorry that it's raining so hard for you to come here."
His voice is quite hoarse, and his unhurried articulation is extremely calm and elegant.
"Your dress..."
Colin rarely saw such a middle-aged man, wearing an extremely neat and elegant old-fashioned dark mafia suit, a houndstooth black tie that was not even one centimeter crooked, and wearing a pair of dark red round sunglasses with gold rims.
"Is there any problem?"
Randy thought Colin was picking on himself, so he checked to see if he had an extra cufflink, because it would make him think he was undisciplined.
But no, he fastened the buttons inside.
"nothing……"
Colin discovered this tiny detail. He didn't expect there to be people with such an old-school style in this day and age. He just wanted to praise his good taste.
Compared to me, I only wore a white shirt and woolen jacket that hadn't been washed for three days, pants of unknown material that I found at a sale, and sneakers.
"Let's not talk about the troublesome things. The market price is 65%. This location is recognized as one of the best locations in Los Angeles. It is undisputed. If you are satisfied after reading it, just sign the contract.
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Colin didn't really care, but it was always better to resolve the problem sooner rather than later.
However, Randy frowned. That would be too fast. It's not that efficiency is bad, but there is nothing worse than not being able to get fun from work.
He smelled the smell of cheap cigarettes and low-quality alcohol. This wonderful indulgence was really ecstatic.
But the wonderful thing is.
That contradictory will.
"You are a responsible person."
Randy said suddenly.
"I have something to do later,"
Colin didn't want to hear this nonsense at all, and he didn't want to waste all his time on this shit.
"At least let me finish this cup of coffee."
"With all due respect, you don't look very wealthy, but you are not hiding something unlucky that happened in the house like a real estate consultant. You know, this can at least bring you ten to ten percent more
Fifteen profit."
"I can only guess this way."
Randy had already discovered the pistol under Colin's clothes. Although he looked different from the photo, he was indeed one of the Countermeasures Bureau agents.
"I'd rather do that than have a real estate consultant earn a commission."
Colin tapped the table with two fingers. He saw that Randy's coffee was still full and he had no intention of drinking it. This made him a little irritated. Moreover, the coffee was still steaming thickly and the temperature was very high.
What Colin didn't expect was that Randy drank the coffee that was over 60 degrees Celsius in one gulp.
Although Colin did mind waiting a little longer, was there something wrong with doing so? This man was too old-fashioned, and one could imagine that his esophagus was constantly feeling burning pain.
"It's not just that."
"Just now."
"I caught it again."
"Your sense of responsibility."
"Doing business with you makes me feel safe."
Randy wiped his mouth with a tissue and stood up without saying much, ready to "check out" the so-called apartment.
This way of talking made Colin a little unhappy.
"Whatever you say."
Colin was speechless.
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We arrived at the upper floor of the apartment building and entered the ldk apartment under Colin's name.
Because no one has lived there for about two months, although the furniture and furnishings are all exquisite, they have been covered with a light layer of dust.
Randy carefully checked whether various equipment could be used, including water heaters, ovens, and lighting issues with various chandeliers and track lights.
"It's true that there's a lot of dust. I can afford the cost of cleaning. What do you think?"
Colin's expression was gloomy. Although there was no sign yet, he always had an ominous premonition.
And unable to see clearly through this man's blood-colored sunglasses, he faintly sensed some danger.
"Um……"
Randy pondered for a while, and then made a move that put Colin on high alert.
I saw him walking to the entrance door and slowly locking the door.
The crisp and cold sound of gear instruments turning.
Like some kind of death knell.
"It's so strange..."
Randy took a deep sniff with his nose. He had never encountered such a situation or such a person.
He couldn't feel where Colin came from or what kind of work he did.
It's not caused by those spicy cheap cigarettes and alcohol.
It's that he doesn't seem to have any smell.
"A wandering soul looking for a body."
"He can get into anyone's personality if he wants to."
"For him, all seats are empty."
This is not enough.
There must be enough fear for his brain to emit the transmitter of honesty and frankness.
Under the light, Randy's sunglasses reflected the bright red light.
"Shut up Nietzsche, you are the killer from SCT who has been hunting infected people everywhere lately, right?"
Colin also pulled out his gun, without any fear in his eyes. What a coincidence. As long as he kills this person, he can be promoted to an elite agent.
