My own war game

Chapter 302: Stealing Stars in February

Click~click~click~
The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock's second hand.

The two men stared at each other, each concentrating and saying nothing.

"Damn it! Didn't she say that this place hasn't been used for half a year?" He Chi silently complained in his heart, while being wary of the guy who just came in.

The white man opposite was of medium build, wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and all the accessories on his hands had been taken away. He looked at He Chi with a wary look.

The man rubbed his wrists, which had just been handcuffed, and then took a step back, as if to check his bed.

He lifted up his bed sheet and looked at it carefully, even picked it up and sniffed it, then a look of disgust appeared on his face, as if he was very dissatisfied with the smell of cheap detergent on it.

A sudden change occurred!

The man swung his arm violently, and the bed sheet flew towards He Chi in the air.

There was a sea of ​​white in front of my eyes, and the guy opposite me suddenly pounced on me.

bump! ! !
Completely unperturbed by the sheets, the Oriental man casually swung a punch, hitting the man directly in the nose, causing the man to burst into tears.

The man suppressed his discomfort and stood up and pounced on her again.

Boom! !

A kick hit him right in the abdomen, causing him to bend over like a shrimp.

"Ahem!!! Stop, please stop, I give up, please don't fight me anymore." The man bent his body and raised one hand as if to surrender. He Chi took half a step closer, and suddenly a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

Swish! Something sharp cut down, and the sheet between the two people was split in half.

The man held a small blade between his index and middle fingers, which he had brought in from nowhere. The cold blade was waving in the air.

"Brother! I know you are an expert, but being scratched by the little treasure in my hand is no joke. I suggest you don't go against me." The man rubbed the corner of his mouth and threatened He Chi who was unarmed.

"How did you bring the knife in? Didn't the police check you before?" He Chi said the first sentence. He was indeed a little curious about this matter.

"This is just a piece of cake for me. I have something more powerful in my hand. You don't have anything in your hand, so you'd better not mess with me, me, me..." The man was still threatening the Asian in front of him, but he suddenly stuttered in the middle of his words.

Because there was a large retro silver revolver facing his head.

After looking at the small blade less than two inches in his hand and then at the black muzzle of the gun opposite, the man gave up.

This is too exaggerated. Isn't this bullying?

The man knelt on the ground with a thud, threw away the weapon in his hand and said in frustration, "Please, at least don't hit my head, I still want to keep this face."

With a loud bang, the gun muzzle on the opposite side was moved away.

"Why should I kill you? Weren't you the first to take action?" The Oriental man sat on the bed opposite and said to the man.

"Weren't you the one they sent to deal with me?" the man asked with the same look of distrust.

Are you kidding? Those policemen are stupid, not blind. If it wasn't arranged by those black-hearted guys, how could they bring a gun in here?

It seemed that the man was determined that the Oriental man was a killer who came to kill him, so He Chi simply went along with what he said.

"Don't you want to beg me to let you go?" He Chi put the gun aside.

"What?! Are you saying that it would be useful for me to beg for mercy at this time?"

"Why not give it a try? For example, tell me why you were brought here first." The man looked at He Chi, making sure that he was not playing a trick on him, so he asked doubtfully, "You really don't know?"

Then the man told exactly what had happened to him.

It turns out that this guy named Frederick is the owner of a moving company. In the eyes of outsiders, he is quite wealthy, but this is just a cover-up. He is actually the leader of a theft gang.

He often took the opportunity of helping others move large items to scout the area, and then had his men move all the valuable items from the victim's home.

Wherever these guys go, they are like a swarm of locusts, and their business is extensive. They not only collect cash and jewelry, but also furs and luxury goods, and even find ways to sell sports cars and yachts.

But if you walk by the river often, your shoes will always get wet.

A man accidentally emptied the house of a big shot after a burglary. As a result, he was found by the police and charged with possession of hallucinogens.

"Are you a thief?" He Chi looked at the man in front of him. The other party looked very good. From the fighting process just now, it seemed that he usually exercised. Unexpectedly, he was engaged in three-handed work.

"Hey, man, that's too blunt. I'd rather you call me a craftsman." After Frederick was sure that he would not die, his attitude changed significantly and he became very familiar.

He approached cautiously and asked, "Hey man, how did you get the gun in here? You moved so fast just now that I couldn't see it clearly. How about you do it again?"

"Sorry, it's a personal secret." He Chi refused without even thinking about it.

"Don't be so stingy. Judging from your skills, you are also a fellow craftsman, right? We can exchange skills." Frederick continued to seduce, and then the "craftsman" showed He Chi his empty hands, and as he flipped his hands, a delicate playing card appeared between his two fingers.

Then he snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the playing cards disappeared instantly, replaced by a small pocket book on the bookshelf.

It seems that this guy really cannot be underestimated. At least He Chi did not realize how he got that palm-sized book to his side.

"What do you think? Since we are locked in the same room, we are partners. How about you tell me how to hide the gun and I will teach you this skill?" Frederick put forward a condition.

"It's really interesting. If you are willing to teach me, I will give you equal compensation." He Chi showed an interested look.

Seeing the other party give in, Frederick rubbed his hands excitedly, and then demonstrated it again.

This time He Chi saw it clearly.

In the man's hand was a roll of extremely thin silk thread, which was usually hidden by his hair. He used this thing to hook small objects.

"Can I try it?" He Chi stretched out his hand to the other party.

“Brother, you are too impatient. This skill requires a long time of practice, otherwise you may hurt yourself easily. You should start with…” Frederick handed over the silk thread in his hand and was about to persuade him when he was stunned again.

brush!brush!
With subtle movements that were not clearly visible, the playing cards in He Chi's hand kept changing positions at his fingertips - the props that the police had not searched for when he entered the prison were actually taken away by the other party without anyone noticing.

This guy is so scary.

He Chi fiddled with the new toy in his hand with joy, and then said, "The pistol trick is too childish. To show my gratitude, I will show you something more powerful."

After saying that, He Chi grabbed the curtain between the two of them and pulled it casually.

Snapped!
There was a crisp snap of fingers, and then the room was silent.

After waiting for a few seconds, Frederick realized something was wrong and when he turned around, the bed was empty, leaving him alone facing the empty cell.

[Instance start: Faithless Alliance, Location: Yalta, Crimea, Mission objective: Obtain core information of Britain, the United States, and the Soviet Union]

(End of this chapter)