In the black car on the other side, Chi Feichi opened the envelope, took out the inspection report inside, took a look at it, and handed it to Jane. He took out the CD in the envelope, put it into a laptop, and checked the inside.
Content.
He couldn't confirm whether the research information was correct at the moment, but he could randomly check some data to confirm whether the other party was fooling them.
It is indeed better to let him complete this kind of task.
Jane looked at the appraisal report in her hand and asked aloud, "Is there anything wrong with the blood type in the appraisal result?"
"Of course not. The hair follicles of the hair you gave me are still intact. In order to make sure there are no mistakes, I tested every hair. This is the result. There won't be any problems," Bartlet looked at the documents.
The things in the bag were found to be a screenshot of the video he stole from the laboratory, printing paper, and a CD. After confirming that the CD contained a video of him stealing the data, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt uneasy. He turned to
He said to the two people in the car next to him, "I have already done what I promised you. Please don't come to me again in the future!"
Chi Feichi took a rough look at the information and hissed, "It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it."
"Ok, Mr. Bartlet, you are free," Jane smiled at Bartlet, her smile lacked warmth, "Please go back to the laboratory tonight and pack your things away. We will take back the temporarily lent you tomorrow morning.
Where to study, of course, we will keep our promise and will not look for you again. Even if we see you in the future, we will be just strangers."
"I hope you can keep your promise!"
Bartlet said nothing, started the car, and drove towards the excuse.
Jane watched Bartlett's car leave, took out her mobile phone to send an email, and whispered, "Miss and Shirley's blood types do not match. I found out about the hospital where she was born. She has a twin sister, the famous American child star Gerard."
Lace-Ahhara, that little girl also looks a lot like Shirley. It seems that they just happen to look alike, but are you worried? Worried about her returning to her biological sister?"
Chi Feichi listened to the melody of the "Seven Children" nursery rhyme in his ears, looked up at the approaching motorcycle and the figure on the bike in the rearview mirror, and said in a hoarse voice, "A little bit."
"Why is that woman here..." Jane noticed the person coming from behind, murmured, and then whispered, "You and your wife are very attentive to the lady, I just thought that if she chooses to leave..."
"If she chooses to leave, I will probably kill her," Chi Feichi said in a soft hoarse voice, "before I feel sorry for her choice."
Jane paused with her fingers and sent the email.
The brain circuit of the young master with snake essence disease is really incomprehensible. Forget it, she won't worry about it anymore.
The motorcycle came to a stop next to the passenger seat window. Belmode propped up the motorcycle with one foot, looked at the front and back, and sighed with a half-smile, "It seems I was a step too late. It's a pity that I couldn't."
See that boy for the last time."
Jane had already put away her cell phone and turned her head towards Belmod and said, "Bermod, is it important to you to see him for the last time?"
"Don't be so serious, Margaux," Belmode smiled nonchalantly, "After all, Lark is planning to let the boy fall into the hands of Hades. I think he will die a tragic death. I heard he is a very handsome man.
Young man, it's just that his face will be distorted by death. It's a pity to think that I missed the last one. But Lark, does this guarantee that Hades will help us kill him? Now, you can
Have you told me all your plans?"
"Hades's face has been locked by the police," Chi Feichi's voice was hoarse and calm, "He is undergoing plastic surgery, and he has an accomplice whose appearance has been disclosed by the police this afternoon..."
…
late at night.
Bartlet drove to the temporary laboratory.
He originally never wanted to return to that place, but he had lived there in the past few years, and there were traces of his life there. He didn't want the police to track down the private laboratory and finally find him after something happened to those guys.
And since he had no money, he needed to take the money those guys gave him and put in the laboratory to spend some time and think about his future life plans.
Yes, everything will pass, he just went back there for the last time...
At the intersection ahead, a car parked on the side of the road blocked the road.
Next to the car, there were three men and one woman standing together, their bodies blocked by the car, and they were doing something furtive.
Bartlet didn't want to meddle in other people's business. He was also a person who sneaked into dealing with people late at night. He could probably guess that the four people on the roadside were not good people. However, because the car was completely black, and two of them were
He was also wearing black sunglasses, which reminded him of those guys, and he couldn't help but scanned them with vigilance. The sight made him startled.
On the street, two men in sunglasses standing next to a car turned to look at the passing cars.
The woman opposite them was wearing a baseball cap and a short-sleeved sports T-shirt, showing her lean muscle arms. When she also looked up at him, he saw the other person's face with a familiar outline.
This woman, he seemed to have seen somewhere, she belonged to those guys...
No, not those guys, he remembered, it was on the news this evening!
The recent hospital bombing caused a sensation in London, so he naturally had to pay attention to it, lest he be affected by the disaster at any time.
In the news this evening, the police disclosed the latest investigation progress:
The fugitive Hades has an accomplice, a veteran and a woman who is good at making bombs!
At the same time, the police also released the other party's photo and played it in a loop together with Hades's photo to remind the public to pay attention to safety and hope that the public can provide clues to the police if they are safe.
The appearance of the woman in front of me is very similar to the photo shown in the news report.
He remembered the woman's name, it was Hestia.
So, could the man next to the other party be...
There are always some surprises or scares on the rarely visited streets in the city late at night, and when people think of something, the inertia of subconsciously wanting to confirm it is enough to get people into trouble.
Bartlet looked at the man next to Hestia, and when he met the cold gaze, he looked away with a pale face and hurriedly pulled the steering wheel to prevent the car from hitting the mailbox on the roadside.
The man's chin was wrapped in gauze, and his eyes were somewhat different from Hades's original appearance, but they were still somewhat similar.
Is Hades undergoing plastic surgery to evade police pursuit...
That doesn't seem strange.
He was just passing by, I hope there won't be any more trouble finding him!
"squeak……"
When the car turned a corner, the driver's panic caused the tires to make a screeching sound as they rubbed against the ground.
A man in sunglasses who was staring at the car driving away looked away and joked in a leisurely tone, "You are worthy of Hades, the Shadow of London. That man was so scared that he lost his mind when he saw you!"
"Hmph..." Hestia snorted coldly, took out the mask, put it on, and zipped up the handbag on her right hand, "He recognized Hades! Although Hades's face has not completely swollen yet,
But he has almost seen what Hades looks like after plastic surgery, and he might cause us trouble!"
Another man in sunglasses said with a cold face, "You agreed to the transaction location. I said there will be no problem with the raw materials for the bomb. It's you who insist on taking off the mask to inspect the goods. Even if you get into trouble and are caught by the police,
It has nothing to do with us."
"I didn't bring any testing equipment here, so I can only rely on my sense of smell to identify the quality," Hestia said unhappily. "Who would have thought that someone would drive by this kind of road that usually no one passes by so late..."
"It's that guy's fault. Even if we pass by, why are you still looking at us with curiosity..." Hades stared at the intersection with a ferocious smile on his lips, "Don't worry, there won't be any trouble.
."
The two men in sunglasses looked at each other and opened the car door.
"This is your trouble, you have to solve it yourself, but I believe it is not difficult for Hades..."
"I hope you can abide by the agreement. If you are caught by the police, do not tell anyone who helped you. Recently, the police have also stepped up investigations into the smuggling of explosives. At this time, we have taken a big risk by providing you with raw materials for bombs.
oh!"
"knew."
Hades responded, still staring coldly at the intersection, not looking at the two men who got in the car and left.
Hestia watched the car leave and then murmured, "I originally wanted to get rid of them after getting the explosives, but... there are not many people who can provide remote control electronic lighters at this time, and behind them
There should be other people, no matter how troublesome they are, the problem now is that the person just now seems to be different from us and them..."
"It doesn't matter," Hades smiled coldly, "I wrote down his license plate number and appearance. We can be careful and catch up."
…
It's about three o'clock in the morning.
Hades arrived at the door of the private laboratory and rang the doorbell.
"Ding dong! Ding dong!"
There was no response from behind the door, but the light was still on behind the window with security bars.
"He is too vigilant," Hestia whispered, "Hurry up, Hades, I'm worried that he will call the police."
"It's not too late, this is a very clean and nice place."
Hades murmured softly and climbed onto the roof.
Two minutes later, the sound of fighting came from the room, as well as Bartley's panicked voice.
"No, wait...I promise I won't tell anyone...ah——!"
The screams stopped as soon as they started, and bright red blood was sprinkled on the laboratory equipment, the computer, and the camera attached to the computer, making the images transmitted to nearby areas covered with a layer of bright red.
In a car on a nearby street, Chi Feichi looked at the killing video received in real time on his laptop, his blue eyes calm and deep.
The members of the organization are still bound by the rule of "don't cause trouble to the organization", but Hades was simply red-eyed and completely out of control.
This kind of person will not care about killing one more person, nor will he care whether the person he kills is innocent.
No matter how much Bartley promised that he would not tell anyone, Hades would not listen, which was what he expected.
In fact, before he came, he thought about rescuing Bartley and making preparations for his future cleansing. However, after he arrived, there were too many things around him, so he gave up this idea.
This time when he came to London, he was concerned about Umbrella's affairs. He wanted to take the opportunity to let the organization completely dispel the suspicion of Haibara Ai. At the same time, he also had to find opportunities to act under the supervision of Haibara Ai and Kudo and his wife, and he also had to investigate.
After looking at the secrets of the Field family's past, I really don't have the energy to think about how to save people, how to find a suitable replacement body, what method to use to kill people to make other members believe that Bartley is dead, and how to resettle Bartley.
If he were in Japan, he could still talk to Toru Amuro and ask him to find a way to arrange it, but this is in the UK, and the Japanese police have not many manpower. After rescuing Sutern last time, the person who responded to the incident wanted to avoid the wind.
Head, has temporarily left London.
Well, the most important thing is that he really doesn't have the energy to 'arrange' Bartley.
Not to mention energy, he is running out of time. He has not been able to sleep for more than six hours in the past few days. After staying up all night tonight, he will still accompany his guests to play around the castle as if nothing happened tomorrow night.
Only then can you have a good sleep.
Reluctantly caring about Bartley would easily lead to other things going wrong. He would rather take care of himself and the people around him than the life or death of someone he just knew.