"Dean, what's wrong with me? My head hurts? What time is it now?"
Rust woke up from his sleep, covering his head and retching uncomfortably. The smell of alcohol kept pouring out of his throat, and the setting sun in front of him outlined a gorgeous sunset in the sky above his head.
"At six o'clock in the afternoon, drink some water...it's not pleasant to be drunk."
Rust held the water and drank heavily until his nausea was greatly relieved, then he sat up straight and looked around.
They were leaning against a turtle-shaped rock in the bushes, with an asphalt road winding upwards nearby.
"Where are we?" Rust asked, still looking vaguely drunk.
"On the mountainside of Mon Carlo, I almost died from exhaustion carrying you on my back." Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead and put on the tight sports coat again.
"Um...why are you here?"
"Revenge against Bob Lowe..."
"Bob Lowe is harassing you again?"
"I investigated and found out that Bob Lowe took Mona away that night. He is holding a birthday party tonight, and I have to find a way to sneak in and find Mona!" Dean's tone was calm, but his eyes were as cold as knives.
Boom——
The exhaust pipe roars from far to near.
An SUV was racing along the mountain road. Two young people, a man and a woman, got half their bodies out of the window, bathed in the strong wind, opened their arms and howled with excitement.
"This bastard kidnapped Mona?" Rust suddenly woke up, broke into a cold sweat, and then his blood surged, "How dare he? He is committing a crime!"
"Let's go, let's approach his villa first."
…
The two of them walked along the dense bushes and trees, and the buildings at the foot of the mountain shrank smaller and smaller like ants.
On the way, four or five cars full of young men and women drove up the mountain, about half an hour later.
They reached the top of the mountain.
Surrounded by dense green plants, a large black iron door stands open. A surveillance camera hangs on the door frame.
The spacious open space outside the door was filled with cars of all kinds, including Bob's red Ferrari.
A doorman in a black vest is checking the identity of the visitor.
An exquisite three-story fountain in the middle of the main road behind the big iron gate is spraying crystal water.
On the green lawns on both sides, a group of young men and women were chatting with wine glasses.
"The one with yellow hair is Kari from tenth grade, the tall one with freckles on her face is Natalie who has graduated, and the two hundred pound fat guy is Colen from the department store."
Rust rubbed his neck, his voice was hoarse and his throat was extremely dry, "What do you mean now, we just go in directly?"
Dean shook his head silently.
After getting clues from Taimu at the disco, the feelings left in his body made him so angry that he wanted to shout.
In the past, I was bullied, my self-esteem was trampled on, and even the girlfriend I finally found was taken away!
Old and new grudges come to mind.
Dean couldn't wait to rush into Bob's hometown immediately, ask for Mona's whereabouts, and cut him into pieces and tear him into pieces!
But on the way, he slowly calmed down.
If I foolishly confront Bob Lowe, will he admit it?
This rich second-generation family is a local gangster in Las Vegas. They are rich and powerful. Even if they confront him openly, how can I, a small person, control him?
Doing so is just asking for humiliation!
Besides, the guests at the party are also a huge turnoff.
So Dean decided to sneak into the villa first to find clues about Mona, or other ironclad evidence, to convict Bob of his crime, and then find a way to make him pay a heavy price.
If justice is not served, he will let Bob see the anger of the little guy.
…
"Last, you have a good rest outside."
"Dealing with Bully Bob is a tough battle, how could I miss it? I will go in later to help you find out information, explore Bob's location, and create opportunities for you to face him alone. By the way, I will help you attract attention and let You can search the villa with confidence!" Rust said without any rebuttal.
"This is Bob's territory, they will be bad for you." Dean was relieved but also worried.
"Don't worry, I know how to adapt to changes."
"Then remember, don't mention a word about Mona!"
"I went in through the front door, what about you?" Rust asked,
"I'll go another way."
…
After watching Rust successfully enter the gate, Dean took out a black mask from his trouser pocket, put it on to cover half of his face, got into the bushes, walked around the entire courtyard several times, and soon found a place that no one was paying attention to. Remote corners.
After confirming that there are no monitors nearby.
Dean took a deep breath and started running five meters away.
Sprinting, he pushed off the wall with his right foot, jumped up suddenly, and firmly clasped the top of the wall with his fingers.
The muscles all over his body tightened and exerted force, and he jumped up the high wall like a gecko.
puff!
He fell firmly into the grass.
Turning around and observing, I saw a black couple hugging each other in the distance, "gnawing" on each other.
No one noticed that there was an unexpected guest in the courtyard.
He lowered his body and quietly approached the side wall of the villa against the flower beds and shrubs in the yard.
The sliding glass window on the second floor over there was open unpreparedly.
Dean climbed to the second floor successfully.
Luckily for him, the corridor was empty.
He lowered his body and moved cautiously on tiptoes to the nearest room. Just as he was about to turn the door handle, a strange sound came.
"Uh huh...baby, come on, come on!"
Through the glass on the wooden door, he could faintly see a tangle of black and white.
"It's so casual to practice Tai Chi at someone else's house?"
He shook his head and ducked into another room.
…
"Stop, I'm talking about you, Rust, Master Herring!"
Rust walked quickly toward the villa along the cobblestone path. Unexpectedly, a lean black man with yellow sleeves and a gray baseball uniform came out halfway and stopped in front of him.
It was Wasser, the little follower of the baseball team who they once cornered in the bathroom to take pictures and threatened.
Rust's mouth twitched.
Master Herring?
Who gave you that nickname? It’s so ugly!
"How dare you come here? Today is the boss's birthday, no one is allowed to cause trouble! Get out of here!"
Wasser looked a little panicked, and he was still worried that if these two guys spread his photos or reported to the boss, his good days would be over.
"Don't be nervous, man, this is Bob's territory, I don't dare mess around! What kind of weapons do you think I can carry under my clothes?"
Rust held the gift and opened his hands, letting the other person fumble around.
The black man was sure that he was not carrying the legendary canned herring, a biological weapon, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Aren't you always inseparable from biochemistry expert Dean? What about that bastard?"
"Don't mention him. He always treats me as a follower and gives me orders. I really can't stand it and have completely broken up with him!" Rust said with a look of disdain. "Besides, he offended Boss Bob. Sooner or later, I will go away in despair. But I am different, I am a smart man...so I came to see Boss Bob tonight and sincerely apologize to him."
"You're a smart kid!" Wazel nodded, which was in line with his impression of Rust, "Follow me, boss, they are in the backyard swimming pool."
"I want to go around by myself first." Rust considered going to the second floor to help his brother cover.
"That requires the boss's consent. Come here quickly!"
Rust sighed and had no choice but to follow.
The two walked a few steps side by side, and Wasser said hesitantly, "Can you give me those photos back?"
"As long as you put in a good word for me later, everything will go well...next Monday, I will give you the photos and negatives!"
Rust patted his chest and promised,
…
The two of them walked along the front yard to the gate of the villa.
The main body of the villa is divided into three floors. From the front, each floor has a luxurious balcony, and a dozen young people are lying on the balcony fence smoking and chatting.
The villa is transparent inside and out, with excellent lighting from all sides.
Entering the hall, he felt like entering another world.
The setting sun shining through the windows and the crystal lamps illuminate the large and amazingly luxurious living room...leather sofas and saffron carpets.
The walls of the hall are covered with art paintings.
Five or six young men and women were watching The Shining playing on the video recorder with fear and joy, staring and yelling.
On the sofa in front of the TV, a group of young men and women in their twenties were enthusiastically playing dice, truth or dare.
The person with the highest points makes a request to the person with the lowest points.
An Asian girl with a hot body, unfortunately, made the lowest shots in a row and accepted the punishment several times. She was only wearing a piece of underwear, exposing her toned curves and her cheeks were on fire.
The boys around were still yelling and cheering.
"What a bunch of animals in heat!"
Rust glanced several times with disdain and envy, walked to the other end of the living room and got out of the glass door...
The ultra-luxurious swimming pool that occupies most of the backyard comes into view.
A group of boys and girls dressed in cool clothes showed off their young and energetic figures unscrupulously, splashing water and having fun.
Five meters away, a 300-pound fat man, with his wrinkled body swaying, rushed towards the swimming pool.
The ground shook.
Stop and take off.
Plop!
Depth charges explode!
The swimming pool rolled up with stormy waves, and the setting sun illuminated a large area of crystal water!
Curses, exclamations, laughter.
hiss--
Rust gasped and followed Zevaar to the edge of the pool.
The Mexican I once saw was selling "herbal medicine" to a blond white man.
In the middle of a row of lounge chairs, there is a round oak barrel half as tall as a person, and the rich aroma of malt is intoxicating.
The two baseball players sucked hard on the transparent plastic tube connecting the two sides of the oak barrel, gulping down the beer amidst the loud cheering sound.
Beer was poured into their mouths continuously.
It doesn't take a moment.
The black-haired and blue-eyed baseball player on the left was the first to let go, laughed, swung around in a circle, and fell into the pool behind him with a blushing face.
“The winner of the first beer contest is Crusoe the Great Pyrenees!”
Bob Lowe, wearing sunglasses and swimming trunks, raised Crusoe's right hand, which was wrapped in a thick black "sweater."
"Let's congratulate him!"
"Crusoe!"
"Crusoe!"
"Crusoe!"
A group of muscular men from the baseball team raised their arms and shouted!
…
Wait until the excitement dissipates a bit.
"Boss, Rust wants to see you."
"Huh? Dean's little follower? I don't remember inviting you."
Bob casually leaned back in the recliner and glanced sideways at him.
Rust said awkwardly, "I have drawn a clear line with that bastard. I am here to apologize to you... I hope you will not forget the villain's fault and let me go!"
"Boss... I think this guy has indeed realized his mistake... Otherwise," Wazel said in support.
"Shut up, when will it be your turn to interrupt?" Bob scolded his younger brother, then turned to Rust, "What is your identity? You apologize to me, and I have to accept it?"
"Then what do you want?" Rust tensed his cheeks nervously.
Bob smiled maliciously and greeted, "Brothers, pick this kid up and let him accept punishment first!"
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