Esaid looked very dissatisfied and scolded the professor in a stiff tone.
There were seven or eight bodyguards standing behind him, all holding guns, their eyes as alert as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
At this time, the streets outside the hotel were noisy. From time to time, groups of thugs roared past, and all the surrounding shops were patronized.
Broken wreckage and garbage were scattered on both sides of the street. Abandoned cars were set alight on the road. Black smoke billowed from burned tires. The smell of burnt rubber was unpleasant and pungent.
Before the professor arrived, a group of thugs tried to break into the hotel, and it took the security guards a long time to scare them away.
Under such circumstances, Essaid's nerves were tense, and he had no intention of making a deal.
Facing the buyer's accusations, the professor didn't care. He smiled slightly and said: "Today is a good day for trading, Your Highness."
Aiside glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window of the box and saw that the chaotic scene downstairs showed no signs of stopping, and there was a faint sound of police sirens in the distance.
He immediately understood what the professor meant.
The streets were so chaotic at this time that the police had no time to care about them.
Even if there is an accident, it is very convenient to escape.
"Isn't that why you specifically chose this city for trading?" Essaid frowned and looked at the professor, "Did you create this riot?"
The professor had a calm look on his face, neither denying nor admitting it. He just said calmly: "Recently, the Metropolitan Police Department has been focusing on us and caused us some little trouble."
"We have to take some necessary measures to protect ourselves."
Esaid's heart was filled with shock. To be able to create such a big commotion in a city shows the strength of this Equator organization.
This not only requires strong organizational and mobilization capabilities, but also means that Equator has penetrated deeply into this region.
It seems that the strength of the Equator Organization needs to be re-evaluated.
Essaid remained calm on the surface and stretched out his hand to make a gesture.
The bodyguard standing behind him immediately brought a briefcase and placed it respectfully on the table in front of him.
Esaid opened the briefcase, pulled out a piece of paper and shook it on his finger, "Fifty million US dollars, bearer bonds from Swiss Bank."
"Bearer bond?" The professor frowned, "This one is different. It's the check I want."
"Checks are not safe. Don't think that Swiss banks are foolproof. They are no different from bitches." Essaid pushed the bearer bond in front of the professor, "Bearer bond, it is so safe."
The professor frowned, thought for a few seconds and nodded, "Okay, bearer bonds are also fine."
The messenger standing behind the professor placed a heavy box on the table and pushed it hard in front of Isaide.
Esaid subconsciously moved his chair back, "What the hell, you just brought it here?"
"The box has been installed with lead plates inside, making it absolutely safe." The messenger opened the combination lock of the box and opened the lid. "The goods are wrapped in a special container, which itself can isolate radiation."
Despite the calm tone of the messenger, Essaid couldn't help but take a few steps back, trying to get away from the contents of the box.
Esaid whispered a few words to a follower wearing glasses next to him. The follower immediately stepped forward and carefully inspected the containers in the box.
The entourage made sure that the container was not damaged and there was no radiation leakage, and turned around and nodded towards Essaid.
Esaid finally breathed a sigh of relief and ordered his men to close the box again and carry it away.
"Professor." Esaid stretched out his hand towards the professor and said with a smile, "A pleasant transaction. I hope we can continue to cooperate next time."
The professor shook the other person's hand and said, "Next time, definitely next time."
Although the money offered by the other party was generous, the professor made up his mind that he no longer wanted to take their job.
These people are just a bunch of lunatics who dare to play with anything.
Esaid picked up the red and white plaid headscarf and put it on his head carefully, buckled on the black headband, turned around and left surrounded by bodyguards.
The professor finally breathed a sigh of relief and carefully collected the bearer bonds. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw several subordinates rushing over.
These men were in a hurry, and the leader surprised the professor even more.
"Driver?" The professor looked at him solemnly, "Why are you here? What happened to the safe house?"
The driver was so tired that he almost collapsed. He was able to stand upright with the help of his companions. After taking a few breaths, he spoke with difficulty, "The safe house was attacked by plainclothes men from the Metropolitan Police Department. The brothers suffered heavy casualties and were all separated."
The professor was stunned for a moment. He thought that the safe house was no longer safe, but the Metropolitan Police Department had arrived too quickly and found it too accurately.
"No!" the professor shouted sternly, "How could the safe house be exposed so quickly? Was it the doctor's doing?"
The professor almost subconsciously thought of Mr. Zhao, codenamed doctor. Although the pastor guaranteed him that there was nothing wrong with him, how could the professor believe him so easily?
From the moment I met Mr. Zhao, things became more and more chaotic and weird.
The bombardment of the palace and the sacred toilet was full of doubts, and it had always been a knot in the professor's mind.
After Mr. Zhao joined the organization, he was very active and contributed money and efforts, but he still did not dispel the professor's doubts about him.
The professor also admitted that Mr. Zhao needs money, ability and character, and is extremely generous in his dealings.
But the professor couldn't believe him at all. When asked who to suspect when something went wrong, the first person the professor thought of was Mr. Zhao.
"It's not a doctor, professor. The pastor is a traitor! The pastor is a traitor!" The driver grabbed the professor's arm and said with all his strength, "The doctor stayed to take care of the wounded in order to cover us, but was surrounded by plainclothes police. Now I'm afraid...
… I’m afraid it’s going to be a disaster.”
The professor was immediately confused.
Is the pastor a traitor?
Are doctors good people?
How can this be?!
Things were completely different from what he thought.
The professor's eyes widened and he asked, "Are you right? The pastor is a traitor?!"
"It's him!" The driver nodded vigorously, "I saw it with my own eyes, and there is absolutely no mistake. I swear on my life that the priest is definitely the mole of the police!"
Then the driver quickly recounted what happened along the way, and the professor stood stunned on the spot as if struck by thunder.
His whole body was numb.
how so?
How could the pastor be a young man?
The driver is the confidant and capable person of the courier, so loyalty is naturally no problem.
It was impossible for him to tell lies, and there was no reason for him to frame the pastor. The two parties had no previous interactions, let alone any enmity.
But this doesn’t make sense…
Just when the professor was struggling, there was suddenly an uproar at the door in the distance.
Essaid and his bodyguards, who had just left not far away, hurried back, their expressions full of panic.
Before the professor could ask, the messenger's men also ran in from outside, their faces full of panic.
"The professor is bad, we are surrounded by the police."