Chapter 140 Four J
After finishing Benjamin Button's information, Daisy's voice was a little stagnant: "Sean..."
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, are you almost finding Aaliyah?" Daisy's voice was obviously uneasy.
The woman's intuition tells her that Sean will face great danger to find Aaliyah...
Sean was silent for a moment: "Yes - she will be back soon."
"You must ensure your own safety, so that you two brothers and sisters can be reunited." Daisy reminded in a soft voice.
Sean smiled and his tone became relaxed: "Don't worry, Daisy. I can handle it - when the time comes, I will bring Aaliyah to visit you."
"Yes." Daisy was wearing silk pajamas. The menthol cigarettes on the cigarette rack had long been extinguished. She held the microphone tightly and whispered as if she was praying to heaven: "As always, I wish you good luck, Sean."
After hanging up the phone, Sean closed his eyes slightly and went through the entire plan in his mind again...
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"We have been here for two nights..." Moonlight was sitting on a big banyan tree at the moment, taking off the binoculars facing the Barton Manor from in front of a special mask, "When do you expect Kennedy to come?" Start kidnapping people?"
At this moment, the Barton Manor in Long Island District, New York, was decorated with lights and colorful, and the crowd was bustling - Master Barton's twelfth birthday party was in progress. Celebrities and dignitaries were all gathered here. People seemed happy and excited. Its luxury and magnificence are even greater than Bill's dinner party.
"It's very possible tonight." Sean was also wearing a special mask at the moment, sitting on a thick branch next to the moonlight. "Even if they don't do it tonight, I will force them to do it...
"Staying here for the first two nights was just a precaution. After all, there is only one chance to be one step ahead."
The sky has completely darkened, and people are enjoying fine wine and delicious food in the huge garden of the manor. Outside the manor, one can see the dimly lit New York Cityscape across the bay...
"Kennedy..." imagining Sean's bold plan, Moonlight whispered, "could he not be interested in Benjamin at all?"
Sean shook his head: "Although I don't know why they want to 'collect' art prodigies...
"But they have their sights on Benjamin. I'm sure of it."
This is a kind of intuition, and Sean's intuition has always been accurate. This is a special ability given to him by his reporter's function.
He could smell it before the storm...
Moonlight nodded, agreeing with Sean's judgment. He looked at his watch and asked, "Is it almost time?"
Sean looked at the sky, imagined the movement of Kennedy's eyeliner, and replied: "It's time to start."
The two jumped down from the tree, and Sean gestured to a black Ford car next to him.
The two people sitting in the car also wore special masks and got out of the car.
One person was wearing a black suit, with a red shirt and a black tie underneath. His muscles were bulging, holding up the suit, like a wild beast in rich clothes. He was holding a stick-like thing wrapped in old cloth, also with a special style. mask, the voice of Doug the Degenerate sounded under the mask: "Are there any explorer bodyguards in the village?"
"Three Jacks," Moonlight said. "It seems that Mr. Barton thinks that his family will not have much interaction with the mysterious world - this configuration is not safe."
The other person who got off the car was wearing a black cloak and gloves of the same color on his hands, looking like a magician.
The clown hermit Ivan said: "Perhaps Longway Barton has some secret agreement with the association, and he is confident. Many prominent families have secret protection agreements with the association."
Sean nodded inwardly in agreement.
The four-person team is all wearing the same nameless mask, half red and half black, which matches the color of their clothes.
Sean's black trench coat and shirt made the red tie look as bright as blood, and the red ribbon on the black hat also had the same visual effect.
Moonlight wore a relaxed black shirt and jeans, with the collar buttons loosely unbuttoned, and his red suspenders and leather shoes made him look like a swinger.
Tonight they are going to play an organization that doesn't exist but pretends to exist...
In order to lure out an organization that obviously exists but pretends that it does not exist.
It was not difficult for Sean to ask Evan and Doug to help - he directly stated that he wanted to get back his family members who were controlled by others, and the enemies of that organization had strengths that he could not compete with alone.
And, he already has a detailed plan...
Whether it was out of gratitude for surviving the museum incident, or out of the rare opportunity to hunt down the Ace class and divide its loot... maybe a combination of both, anyway, after weighing their own considerations, the two agreed to help.
The risks are naturally huge, but they have considerable trust in the strategy and strength of the "Unknown Sea".
After all, he once solved a crisis involving old fragments in front of them by using local materials...
Although the four of them were dressed in costumes, they had no intention of entering through the gate. They quickly moved to the side and rear of the manor while the street was deserted.
Standing under the wall some distance away from the back door, Ivan's right palm lit up with runes that looked like eyes, and he pressed this palm against the wall.
A stone eye suddenly appeared on the inside of the wall. The stone eyeball sluggishly rotated in its socket. The clown hermit with his eyes closed observed the inside of the wall through this temporary eye...
"No one..." The tip of his nose twitched: "But there may be a few dogs nearby - but don't worry."
The four of them climbed into the wall as fast as possible, and Sean, who finally used the ectoplasm rope to climb over, saw a black Ford car parked on the opposite side of the street directly opposite the back door in the distance.
Standing outside the Ford was a huge man in black clothes, with his back to the place, as if he was waiting for someone.
He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he always felt familiar.
After squinting his eyes, Sean used his solid spiritual essence to enter the Barton Manor.
As soon as they landed on the neatly manicured grass in the manor, the four of them heard the fierce and low barking of a dog.
Woof! Woof!
With the sound of the iron chain rubbing, a Doberman pinscher with a huge head and a strong body, almost like a pony, rushed over.
There is a chain around its neck, but the chain is quite long. This is obviously its warning area.
The four of them took their time. Doug, who was standing closest to the Doberman, turned around. A bit of wild instinct seeped into his soul. His muscles bulged, his bones rubbed, and his clothes bulged, making gurgling sounds. His yellow pupils looked directly at Doug. Pinscher…
He did not completely degenerate, but entered a stage between humans and apes - with human thinking ability and the violent intimidation.
The charging Doberman seemed to have bumped into a bear in the wild. It immediately restrained its ferocity, slowed down its pace, lowered its body, bared its teeth, and let out a rumble of menacing roars from its throat.
Behind Doug, Sean's eyes were staring at Dubin's eyes, a shadow of fear flashed in his pupils.
The domestic fierce dog was suddenly shrouded in great fear, and its deep roar turned into a plaintive moan.
Facing the huge fear, the Doberman lay down on the ground, turned his belly over, and suddenly became extremely docile.
Ivan stepped forward, the runes in his palm changed again, and he pressed it on Doubin's head. The fierce dog fell into a deep sleep.
There were bushes blocking the area, and the four of them were squatting behind the bunker. Ivan opened his hands, and a one-eyed gray dove took off.
Evan Burns has a spiritual "pigeon cage" in which he keeps pigeons for various purposes.
Sean had already seen it during his mission at the museum.
A gray pigeon named "One Eye" glided through the air. With the help of the gray pigeon's eyes, he had a wider field of vision. Ivan said softly: "A Jack-level man must have heard the dog barking and is coming to check. One..." Ivan gritted his teeth, "a clown hermit."
