As for whether there will be a younger version of Phelan in this world, Phelan, who has taken possession of someone else's body, does not dare to think too deeply about this issue. He can only take it one step at a time. The most important thing is to determine whether this world is the original one.
In this world, Faerun plans to verify this issue after cleaning up the blood stains.
After smoothing over his thoughts, Fearon found a coat to cover his wounds, left the presidential suite, still put up the "Do Not Disturb" sign, and slipped out of the hotel.
When he got to the street, Phelan discovered that this was a relatively prosperous neighborhood in West London. He turned a few corners and found a small black market shop based on the memory of the former Phelan and bought several large bottles of detergent and two bottles of industrial alcohol, alone.
Carry it to a deserted place, quietly stuff it into the Hidden Ring, and return to the hotel.
Turning on the ventilation in the bathroom, Fearon threw all the bloody items into the bathtub, poured alcohol on them, and burned them. As for the furniture and floors that were splashed with blood, he scrubbed them repeatedly with detergent, not sparing any corner.
, until clean.
After finishing everything and flushing the ashes into the sewer, Ferron called the guest room manager and discussed with her the compensation for the missing items. After the discussion was completed, Ferron paid the full amount with the money of the assassin "Ferron"
I paid the rent and compensation, got a receipt in exchange, and left the hotel immediately.
After taking a taxi ten blocks away, Phelan checked into a high-end suite in another hotel. He had to stay in London until the opening of the European Championships, because it was the opening day when he should meet with the detective. In addition, the assassin "Phelan" hid
The murder money of more than 10 million pounds in various European countries also had to be bleached, otherwise it would be difficult to obtain proof of assets for immigration to Hong Kong Island.
The most important thing is that Fearon's mother is a rigid university professor, and his father is a rigid petty official. If he wants to get acquainted with the two elders, he must not have a clean foundation. Moreover, he does not want to lie in front of his parents, so he immigrated to Hong Kong Island.
Finally, he had even planned what kind of work he would do.
Being a police officer, this job that is not even easy to buy insurance can more or less win the favor of his father. In addition, Ferran wants to hide his dark past. This kind of profession is the best of both worlds for him. So now not only does the money need to be lost, but also
He also had to find a way to clear up the past background of the assassin "Faerun".
Fortunately, the assassin "Faerun" has many identities, and some of them are relatively clean, so it is not difficult to bleach them. In addition, this kid is only twenty years old, and he looks like a handsome boy. He looks harmless, so no one will believe him.
The fact that he had killed a lot of people in the previous ten years was also a major advantage of Bleaching.
After re-settling, Phelan first found an agency to open a bearer account at Standard Chartered Bank (①). The advantage of this kind of account is that anyone can withdraw cash as long as they know the account number and password.
The assassin "Phelan" himself did not have a bank card or credit card, so he could not transfer money into the bearer account. So Felan had to go to a money hiding place of the former "Phelan" on the outskirts of the city and withdraw 100,000 pounds of old banknotes.
Log in to your account, then disguise yourself and go to the bookmaker's sales point.
It is not difficult for Phelan to prove whether this world is the original real world. There is a good opportunity now, which is to buy betting on this European Championship in England.
As a pseudo-fan with the goal of winning the football lottery, Phelan once worked hard, but he remembered every score of the World Cup and European Championship finals since the 1980s, and even more so after returning to reality.
It is still fresh in my memory, and it is just used to test whether the major events in this world are consistent with the major events in the original world.
"Sir, I'm sorry, according to your betting method, the lottery limit is 87,090!" The freckle-faced female salesperson behind the sales window explained with an idiot look in her eyes.
Without him, because Feren's lottery list includes the scores of all the games in the European Championship finals. As we all know, it is not easy to guess the winners and losers of all games, let alone guess the scores of all games at once. Then
It's something only a fool would do.
"OK, then I'll do as you say and bet 87,090 pounds." Fearon said in a hoarse falsetto.
The female salesperson immediately followed the instructions and quickly entered the scores of each game on Phelan's lottery ticket. Then she deducted more than 80,000 pounds from the unnamed account, typed out the list and handed it to Phelan.
Fearon glanced at the payout multiplier on the lottery ticket, which was thirty-eight thousand, nine hundred and seventy-six. He glanced at the scores of each game and left immediately after confirming that they were correct.
The female salesperson glanced at Feilun's back and muttered: "It's so damn sick to wear a scarf, a hat and sunglasses in the summer. If you think people don't know you are wearing a vest, you are an idiot!"
Unfortunately, the sales point was noisy, and Fearon didn't pay attention to the female salesperson at all, so he didn't hear it. After leaving the gambling sales point, Fearon walked through the streets and stuffed his extra clothes into different trash cans.
Time flew by in a blink of an eye, and soon it was the opening day of the European Championships. In the past few days, Ferran had opened several new bearer accounts and three stock accounts. He planned to go to France to withdraw some black money for bleaching after killing the detectives.
At exactly twelve o'clock at noon, Phelan arrived at the largest subway station in London, because this was the place where he and the detective had arranged to meet.
Fearon watched the flow of people behind the partition of the information column, and even saw the "detective" in his memory walking off the subway with his own eyes, but he did not go over to join him, but waited quietly where he was.
If things develop as Fearon expected, ten minutes after the 12:30 meeting time, the detective waiting on the platform finally couldn't bear it any longer, cursing curse words starting with "F" and looking at the moon at the same time.
The other end of the stage made a gesture.
Soon, two typical Nordic men dressed in fan costumes approached the detective. Although they deliberately changed their walking posture, Feren, with his vicious eyes, knew that these were two damn killers.
In a flash of thought, Feren concluded that the detective was probably the traitor rumored within the organization, otherwise the assassin and the killer would not have come together.
There are many sub-items under Special Operations Mastery, one of which is called "Reconnaissance Skills Mastery", and there are many sub-items under Reconnaissance Skills, including drawing defense maps, lip reading, picture memory, etc. Now I have the eyesight of an eagle.
Phelan quickly understood the conversation between the detective and the two killers through "lip reading".
"Faq, he didn't come!"
"So what do we do now? Can you find him?"
"He can't be found. If the shadow doesn't show up, no one can find him."
"You should know what the consequences will be if you can't find this remnant, right?"
Hearing this, the detective's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said, "Then I'll try my best to look for it!"
When he read this sentence, Faerun smiled unconsciously. Based on the assassin "Ferun"'s understanding of the detective, this guy must have had the murderous intention to kill two Nordic men.
Faerun understands that there will be a good show next!
Sure enough, the detective took the two Nordic men out of the subway station and started walking around the gardens in downtown London. In fact, he was not just visiting the gardens, but was looking for a place to start.
Feilun, an expert in art, was brave enough to hang the three of them all the way to a secluded alley.
At this moment, the detective is still deceiving the two Nordic killers: "There is a hidden attic in the alley, which is one of the footholds of Niying. Should the three of us kill directly at the door or..."
The two Nordic killers looked at each other, and one of them interrupted: "Go and check the wind first, and send the code when someone is there."
The detective nodded noncommittally and disappeared into the darkness.
After waiting quietly for seven or eight minutes, the two Nordic assassins at the alley heard the detective's code. The two men looked at each other and walked into the alley. Ferundo, who was hiding in the corner, waited for more than ten seconds before turning over and climbing up.
He walked to the low building next to the alley and walked into the alley.
When Feren saw the backs of the two Nordic killers, the detective stepped out from the side and struck at the backs of the two necks with his hands flashing with cold light.
Feilun recognized the cold light based on the memory of his previous body - it should be the blade between his fingers, but he cursed: "Stupid!"
Sure enough, the two bulky-looking Nordic killers turned their heads together, as if they were predicting the future, and avoided the fatal blow. At the same time, the hands of the two killers lifted back, one from the left and the other from the right, with the same cold light on their hands.
Twinkle. Fortunately, the three detectives entered the country through formal channels and with regular identities, otherwise the Nordic killer's hands would not be radiating cold light but firelight at this moment.
Feren sneaked nearby and watched this "cannibalism" show, feeling a little happy in his heart. However, he was happy because his IQ is now as high as over 220 (Assassin Feren's original intelligence was 100 more)
)'s mind is running at high speed, calculating how to make the three of them die together all the time.
"Humph, it turns out you have discovered it a long time ago!"
"Nonsense! We came to England with you this time just to kill the reverse shadow and then kill you!"
"Then don't even think about leaving this alley alive!"
"That's exactly what I wanted to say."
As the blades clashed, the three of them each vomited a bit.
A few rounds later, just when the detectives were gradually gaining the upper hand with one against two, Ferron saw the opportunity, picked up a small stone next to him with two fingers wrapped in tape, and flicked it over, landing just before the detective.
A place to dodge and move.
"Hiss..." The detective's feet fell, and he took a breath for a moment, losing his center of gravity slightly. If such a situation happened in normal times, it would not be a big deal, but at this moment, it was fatal.
"Poof!" "Poof!"
The two Nordic men's daggers both plunged into the detective's body, pulling and stirring him viciously.
The detective suffered this fatal blow but was still unwilling to be outdone. He waved his arms vigorously, and while the other man was crushing his internal organs, he also opened a bloody mouth about the width of his hand and an inch deep on the sides of the necks of the two men. He also murmured: "
Inverse Shadow, Fakiyu..."
Faerun, who was hiding in the dark, read this and curled his lips in disbelief. He watched the three of them fall to the ground and left quietly.
(①: In 1997, the central bank officially issued the "Notice of the People's Bank of China on Stopping the Processing of Bearer Ceremony Deposit Certificates and Bearer Stored Value Cards". This kind of business is still handled by various foreign commercial banks)