Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke shrugged: “Me and Tim got through, and all Jeff had to do was give the false information to the king dragon, take the money and go away. Arresting Jeff was after he left. ”

Selena understands.

That is, it was a fishing operation, and Jeff just threw out the bait, not them.

They do not need any extra action, nor any extra ideas.

Such operations are also dangerous, but the demand for professional competencies is low, and it doesn't matter if Jeff is a little nervous.

Students get nervous when they cheat, and they play the average couple who betray MBI company secrets, and nervousness is the normal thing to do.

When they arrived at the hotel, the two of them parked and walked up from the underground parking lot, Selena asked casually, "Why are we going up here? ”

Luke: “Tim is on the roof of the hotel, of course we can only come in through the entrance to the parking lot. ”

Selena: "Oh, yeah. ”

Luke: “And Tim's colleagues are already here, so watch your mouth and don't let anyone notice anything unusual. ”

Selena nodded and asked about the dishes here, and Luke answered the information he had read.

The two walked into restaurant V with a smile, just like the average Guest who came to dinner.

By name, the two were taken to a side position by the waiter, with a transparent landing outside the glass window, an indoor pool, where a lot of people also chatted.

Selena started ordering in a shaky spirit.

Jeff? They're still at home, it's only 8: 20, 40 minutes from the deal, and Luke and I have plenty of time for a nice dinner.

At the same time, small drones with automatic cruise capabilities are hovering over the hotel to monitor the hotel and surroundings.

On the small table, they whispered and laughed, enjoying themselves with confidence.

Half an hour later, Selena had finished her basic meal and was scraping a large pink strawberry ice cream with a spoon. She couldn't tell herself, scraping it from time to time and stuffing it in Luke's mouth.

Luke doesn't have a special crush on ice cream, but he doesn't hate it.

What else can be said about Selena's sharing behavior?

Although the pink strawberry ice cream is a little pussy, he doesn't have to order it himself.

This scenario falls into the eyes of many of the surrounding Guests, just envy and admire, and there are many more pairs of Guests who work with them.

Upstairs, Tim held his hands together, leaning against the rooftop and watching the night with the wind.

The two people had just opened their hearts and communicated for a while, opening up a number of knots.

“They're here.” Natalie said.

“They're here.” Luke glanced at the two mouths that had just entered the lobby.

The look on both of you is a little unusual.

Just a few steps away, the two of them hugged each other in the lobby and spoke with enthusiasm.

It's strange how Luke can add a nourishing sound to this image in his head: these two are not usually so enthusiastic.

Soon after, the middle-aged couple entered the restaurant and were taken upstairs by a waiter in the light of Luke's sight.

Luke retracted his gaze and said softly to Selena, who was still on ice cream: “Here we go. ”

Selena scraped another big piece of ice cream in her mouth in love and flew up quickly: “This ice cream is good, next time you order it. ”

The two of them got up and split up.

Serena quickly entered the opposite floor of the restaurant, dropping her large satchel and pulling out an M4A1 from it, as well as a black cylinder.

She plugged the cylinder into the launcher under the mouth of the Progress gun, and Luke's reminder came from the headset on the right: "Room 305 on the third floor. ”

Selena: “I see. ”

Pfft!

The black cylinder on the muzzle was fired out and suddenly unfolded in the middle of the air, becoming a circle that adhered to the upper edge of the glass window in the opposite room.

A few seconds later, there was a conversation in Selena's left earpiece: "Mr. Rickforris, is this your wife? Nice to meet you. ”

The equipment she fired into the glass window across the street, of course, was a bug.

Jeff had two mouths, Tim and Natalie's turf, and they couldn't get involved, they had to do it on their own, put another bug in the room.

Listening to the conversation in her headset, Selena muttered: “Looks like Jeff and Karen are still very angry, and this operation should be fine. ”

It is true, too.

Neither side of the room meant any delays, Jeff wanted to hand over the fake information as soon as possible, and the king dragon wanted to get the information quickly.

He also felt Tim's pursuit and a growing sense of crisis and had no choice but to close the deal as soon as possible.

By contrast, he paid 50 per cent more than expected for that box of knives, from one million to one and a half million.

Obviously, Danny wanted to earn enough for his pension at once.

“Be vigilant. This is usually the time for black eating.” Luke warned me.

Selena, um, checked the guns and equipment in her hand and re-targeted the other room.

Jeff's nagging came from his earpiece: "You look familiar, haven't we? ”

“No.” replied a short fat man about a meter and a half tall impatiently.

The short, fat man was Mr. Dragon, wearing a grey suit and a crew neck t-shirt.

What's even weirder is that on the chest of the T-shirt, it's a pink cartoon king dragon tray wrapped around the planet, and it looks so... cute?

Luke has infiltrated the opposite floor of the deal, except he's next door by the window.

A few minutes later, the deal was completed and both sides were bidding farewell.

“Wait, your stuff...” said the short fat man with a red pressure ball in his hand.

This is the carry-on that Jeff was searched for at the door.

Jeff didn't care: "No, I'll give it to you. ”

Shorty chubby, suddenly looking at the pressure ball in his hand, the MBI logo on it was clearly visible.

He frowned for a moment and suddenly said, "Stop them. ”

Jeff, who had just walked to the door, was stopped.

Jeff got nervous and said, "What do you want? ”

Shorty fat man shows his memories and a moment later his face is hard to see: “You're the guy from HR! ”

Jeff hastily denied, "No, no, no, I'm a maintenance engineer. ”

Karen helps: “He's an engineer, Dr. Double Materials. ”

Shorty chubby shook his head and came over, playing with the pressure ball in his hand: "No, no, you're right, we did. ”

Jeff: "Ah? ”

The short fat man smiled, but the smile was a little cold: “From 1999 to 2001, I was a middle-manager at McVel-Bonn. And you, Jeff Gaffney. ”