"What?"
"What did you take away from inside the textile factory."
"..."
Wesley seemed a little confused and looked up at Ms. Hand sitting opposite. He was silent for a while and frowned and said, "I didn't bring anything."
Ms. Hand chuckled.
"You didn't bring anything?"
"If you don't bring anything, those killers won't capture you alive, but will kill you directly."
"Kid, do you know how much trouble you're in right now?"
It is rare to be able to cause the entire industry to be banned, let alone the assassin world. Even in other industries, this kind of situation is rare.
And they still asked to be captured alive.
If there wasn't something valuable about Wesley, no ordinary person would believe that an assassin would change his career to become a kidnapper.
Wesley shook his head and said, "I really didn't take anything."
I really didn’t take anything.
Not to mention things, I didn’t even take any money, not even a cent. You may not believe it, but I’m afraid I’m the poorest assassin in history.
What Wesley said made Ms. Hand believe it even more.
Again.
If Wesley has nothing of value, then the banning order from the InterContinental Hotel is a death order rather than a living order.
after all……
Wesley broke the rules of the industry.
Yes.
Ms. Hand took action again and took out a photo taken from the toilet in New York's JFK International Airport and placed it in front of Wesley.
"You should know this person, right?"
"..." Wesley's eyes fell on the photo, and his eyes instantly shrank: "You killed this, who are you."
"We are a law enforcement agency." Ms. Hand said expressionlessly: "Peck Huaski was found dead in the airport toilet five hours ago. Through surveillance, we found him discarded in the airport trash can. There was a disposable mobile phone inside, and through technical recovery, we tracked the last call that came in, which was yours."
Wesley was slightly stunned.
The next second.
Wesley suddenly thought of what Parker Huaski once said to him when he was on the phone with him.
Parker Husky also thought he had taken something.
but……
Wesley covered his forehead in a frenzy: "I swear to God, I really didn't take anything. Also, I have obviously killed the Brotherhood. Why, why..."
"It's because you destroyed the Brotherhood that you stoked the hornet's nest."
Upon seeing this, Ms. Hand stood up and looked at Wesley: "We can only protect you here for twenty-four hours. If you don't tell us, we can't provide you with shelter. Maybe, I should find someone to come and talk to you. Let’s talk about your current situation.”
Finished.
Ms. Hand, who issued the ultimatum, left the information she had just brought and left the room. After walking out, Ms. Hand took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.
The call is connected.
"Hello!" Barbara's voice came from the phone.
Ms. Hand said: "Sister, I won't be back tonight. I have invited a friend to watch a movie."
"Okay, got it."
The phone hangs up.
Ms. Hand pinched her phone and walked towards the hall.
Intercontinental Hotel.
After Barbara hung up the phone, she took a sip of the wine in her hand and looked up at the assassins who were looking at them from the corner of their eyes not far away. A playful smile appeared on her cold expression: "It's very difficult to eavesdrop on my cell phone. It’s interesting.”
Several assassins did not answer the call.
After being run away by Wesley, Barbara returned to the Intercontinental Hotel. It has been an hour since the wanted order took effect.
It's getting dark soon.
but……
Wesley suddenly disappeared without a trace as if he had evaporated from the world.
nature.
It is understandable that everyone suspected that Barbara, who went by the pseudonym Perkins, was in love. After all, Barbara was the last person to see Wesley.
Of course.
Doubt does not mean confirmation. Confirmation requires evidence.
No.
In order to prove her innocence, Barbara went back to the InterContinental Hotel and sat down on the sofa in the lobby, saying that Wesley's incident had nothing to do with her and that she was just unlucky.
Barbara had already thought of her words. Just like how many assassins thought, she wanted to use her beauty to temporarily stabilize Wesley, then flick her tail, and tie up Wesley when the time came. Claim your bounty.
But who would have thought this would happen.
Barbara is not worried that her undercover identity will be exposed. She is also a front assassin of a certain high table group. She is not worried at all about Tiber Island's accountability. As long as there is no complete evidence, she will live a stable life.
Time passed slowly, and soon, night fell in the Big Apple City, and countless assassins were distributed on the ground and underground in New York, looking for traces of Wesley.
It's ten o'clock in the evening.
Six hours have passed since the wanted order took effect, and Wesley's trace is still a mystery, as if he was invisible, and he completely lost track after entering the underground tunnel.
"It's almost time."
Baker, who had already taken a shower and put on a set of pajamas, walked back to the terrace, opened the mobile phone box in his hand, took out the disposable mobile phone inside, and then made a call.
"Hello?" A woman's voice came after the call was connected.
"The Djinn, Wesley Gibbs is said to have taken away the sacred artifact of the Tiber Island Assassin's League from the textile factory. After he jumped out of the car, he was picked up by people from S.H.I.E.L.D. who had been looking for opportunities to prepare. .”
"...What, who are you?"
"Dudu!"
After Baker said this, he hung up the phone and walked from the terrace into the living room before the person on the other end of the phone could react.
The microwave starts.
puff!
Bah!
Baker opened the microwave, took out the body parts of the disposable cell phone, and then threw them directly into the sink.
The trash crusher starts.
Not long after.
The disposable mobile phone that had been roasted for a while and softened turned into foam under the action of the high-power garbage crusher and was washed into the sewer pipes by the water flow.
after an hour.
Baker felt that the time was almost up, so he took out Hero Moulton's special mobile phone from his arms and called Barbara.
The call is connected.
"Hello."
"If you want to know what Wesley has on his hands, ask the Djinn. I've received news here. The Djinn already has this information."
"...Djinn?"
"Yes, we don't owe each other any more, Perkins, goodbye."
Said.
Baker hung up the phone again, then edited a text message and sent it to Jane Fox, who didn't know where she was now, informing him of his new mobile phone number, then took out the mobile phone card and put it in the microwave.
Poof!
The phone card was damaged again under the action of microwaves.
Baker took it out, threw it directly into the trash can next to it, and then gave himself a new mobile phone number.
If the game scene was not bigger, how could the water become turbid?
If the water is not muddy.
How to fish in troubled waters?
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