Halji is a fat man of medium height, with a kind face and a smile. He speaks and behaves casually, and is very generous with his actions. People who interact with him always feel like they are in spring. It is precisely because he is good at dancing that his influence spreads throughout the world.
He is a high-level member of the Syrian government and has many contacts.
However, Khalji also has many enemies. He attaches great importance to his own security force and is seriously suspicious of illness. He rarely has contact with outsiders. Especially in Syria, where roadside bombs are scattered everywhere, he is particularly worried about being assassinated.
This black market in Damascus is one of Khaledhi's secret villas, where he stores a large amount of wealth that he has collected throughout his life and is closely guarded by guards loyal to him. Only here does he feel safe.
"What's going on today?" Haleji sat down on the sofa in his living room, as if he were sinking a big potato. Compared with the shabby and messy market outside, the buildings in his secret villa were magnificent and diverse.
There are all kinds of luxury furniture and appliances from Europe, and luxury goods can be found everywhere.
A servant knelt on the floor to take off Harlegi's shoes, and another servant brought a glass of freshly made cocktail. The master took a sip and then turned to look at the butler standing aside.
The butler lowered his head slightly and said respectfully: "Dear Halji, you have twelve groups of guests today. I helped you reject four of the less important ones. The rest need to be received by you in person. One of them is from Israel.
The guests have been waiting for a long time.”
Harlegi chewed the olives in the cocktail and spat out the pits and dregs. He stepped on the servant who was collecting the pits and cursed fiercely: "These Jewish vampires are never satisfied.
.I have given in too much."
Khaledi's gestures, movements in the living room, conversations with different people, and even the way he received visitors from all walks of life, all this information was captured by a mechanical fly. This mechanical fly followed him from the moment he got off the car.
Behind him, he was parked in a corner of the living room silently collecting information.
Information about Halegi, information about the housekeeper, information about servants, information about guards, and information about visitors. In the first three days while Zhou Qingfeng was waiting in hiding, a total of more than ten similar mechanical flies sneaked into Halegi's lair. Now the most recent
The important characters finally appeared.
A large amount of information was gathered into Zhou Qingfeng's digital helmet, and the computer began to analyze the character's personality and habits in various aspects, and recorded various data such as voiceprints.
While collecting information, Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the dark, was not idle either. The computer had already made a 3D model of Harlegi's appearance, and Zhou Qingfeng himself simply hid in one of Harleji's bulletproof Mercedes-Benz to give himself
Apply makeup.
That's right... Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want to kill anyone, because killing people now has no meaning. He wants to change the situation, replace Khaledi, and take control of the power in the hands of the other party.
Gelatin, wigs, beards, even potbelly, all can be faked through makeup. Even the voice can be solved with a voice changer held in the throat.
The only trouble is his height and body shape - Zhou Qingfeng is 1.8 meters tall and very strong; Harlej is less than 1.7 meters tall and is quite fat, but not strong. There is no way to disguise this, and Zhou can't let it go.
Qingfeng, please cut off his own legs.
"It's okay for me to sit down, but I will be found out immediately when I stand up." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, feeling quite distressed.
Time passed slowly, and the sky slowly turned dark. The mechanical flies brought from the wasteland flew around, tracking, recording, charging, and information continued to gather. In one day, Zhou Qingfeng was able to roughly imitate Harlegi.
words and actions.
Halleji, who was meeting people from all parties in his lair, was getting tired. He looked at the sky and asked what time it was, and then asked to arrange a vehicle to leave. The old fox lived in a different place every day, and even the convoy was divided into multiple groups.
Going to different places, a typical cunning rabbit's three burrows.
"Arrange a car for me. I won't stay here tonight." Halji stood up and left his office. He ordered his guard captain as he walked out of the door.
The guards walked out with Hariji in front and behind him. After only a few steps, he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted his neck. After a slap, he looked at the palm of his hand. Although he didn't pat anything, he still muttered: "Damn it."
Yes, there are flies in the room."
The sanitary conditions in the black market are extremely poor, and there is never a shortage of flies. It is not uncommon for a few to occasionally fly to Halegi's villa. But after Halegi waved away a fly that approached him, he suddenly felt a feeling after walking about ten steps.
A moment of dizziness.
"Dear Khaledi, do you need me to call the doctor?" The butler who was following him stepped forward to support his master, speaking with concern.
Harlegi drooped his head in a daze. He was also suffering from ailments in his old age. At this moment, he could only nod his head and didn't even want to say anything. He was helped back to the bedroom.
The private doctor rushed over in the shortest time. After a brief measurement, he was relieved and said: "Dear Mr. Khaledhi, there is nothing wrong with your body. Maybe you are a little tired and need more rest and sleep."
It will make you feel better."
Halji nodded again while leaning on the hospital bed. He really felt very sleepy at the moment. He couldn't hold his eyelids open and couldn't wait to sleep. The doctor and the housekeeper retreated quietly, leaving two servants to take care of them. There were still people outside the bedroom.
Guarded by guns, everything seems to be no big deal.
Halji slept deeply, which could even be said to be a rare good sleep. But while he was sleeping, the bad guys hiding in his lair began to take action.
With the help of mechanical flies, Zhou Qingfeng understood the structural layout of the entire villa building, and also knew the location of Haleji's bedroom - a closed core area under heavy guard. However, these are not suitable for Zhou Qingfeng, whose main attributes are speed and agility.
Words mean nothing.
With the mechanical fly providing early warning, Zhou Qingfeng felt as if he was in a no-man's land in Haleji's lair. He easily rushed outside Haleji's bedroom, and with the help of his restored physical strength, he activated his 'super alert' to enter the time-stop state.
Enter the bedroom in front of the guard at the door.
The large and luxurious bedroom has an ensuite. It doesn't even have a door, and the bedroom is directly connected to a balcony and the living room.
"What a luxury!" Zhou Qingfeng walked silently on the carpet in the room. One servant was in the living room, and the other was kneeling in front of the bed. Both of them fainted when Zhou Qingfeng gently pinched the main artery in their necks.
Halji was still unconscious on the big bed. Zhou Qingfeng took out a tube of injection from his pocket, then reached out and patted Halji's face, "Mr. Halji, wake up. The last thing in your life is
The time has come."
Halji opened his eyes in a trance, but was immediately frightened as if he had seen a ghost. He saw a man who looked exactly like him sitting on the bed and smiling at him. He immediately exclaimed: "Who are you?"
Halji's voice was weak because a strong arm was wrapped around his neck.
"I am you." Fake Halji smiled. His smile and voice were exactly the same as Halji.
"How is this possible?" Harlegi tried hard to shout, but no matter how hard he struggled, his throat seemed to be held by a vise, unable to move at all.
The fake Hariji was still laughing, which made Hariji himself feel as if he had fallen into a devil's cave, and his heart was freezing. The former also shook the needle in his hand and said: "Mr. Hariji, how about we give him a shot of 'Trump'? I
I want to know everything about you."
"No..., I'll give you whatever you want, don't mess around!" Halji struggled violently, flailing with his hands and feet. But the sharp needle easily penetrated his neck, and the medicine was injected into his blood vessels. After a while, he stopped moving.