The sound of footsteps on the floor could be heard throughout the dimly lit hallway. Right in front of the glass window, Nate stopped his steps and looked out the window. Looking at the building he had been walking before this building.
"What are you going to do now?"
But Nate didn't answer right away, his eyes scanned the entire dimly lit room and his attention stopped on a black bag sitting in the corner. He quickly picked it up and said, "Look and study."
Once the bag was opened and removed the contents were three weapons in the form of a Glock 45 pistol and a long-barreled Ehfiled shipper rifle complete with bullets, as well as a pair of periscope binoculars.
Nate put the binoculars right up to his eyes. They were like the eyes of an eagle that could see ants from the tenth floor, which is what Noel was looking at now.
Searching for the target in the opposite building, Nate focused his attention. He smiled as soon as he found the target. Quickly his hand picked up the sniper rifle and began to aim at his target carefully, missing the target's location would be discovered by the target's accomplices.
Through Nate's eyes, Noel also saw his target. A middle-aged man who was enjoying a conversation and occasionally sipping his drink.
As if realizing something, Noel said, "Wait a minute, you mean the game 'cat chasing mouse' is shooting people?"
Nate snorted lightly. "You don't want your best friend to get shot, do you?"
"No, please don't do anything to Yuri and his partner," Noel begged softly, making Nate's heart happy. The truth was Nate wouldn't actually do anything to Yuri Viktorovich and his partner Dmitry Vorobev, he knew full well what consequences he would get if he dealt with them. Nate's threat was nothing more than a mild bluff to Noel. The two detectives are still in his possession to be used at a later time. And of course with Noel's help, how? Nate is still making sense of it.
Satisfied with his threat, Nate said, "Good, just to be sure, you're the one who's going to shoot that asshole."
Slowly but surely, Noel felt all of Nate's body control on him, the way he was now holding a gun with his finger on the trigger. Noel swallowed, wondering what the middle-aged man Nate had just called an asshole was doing.
What crime had that man committed? Noel kept wondering and it ended when Rolan's words replayed in his mind.
Nate only eliminated them—the demons hiding behind human masks. While they humans, with their stupid opinions, only judged based on stupid moral thinking without understanding.
While the pounding of his heart continued to race in his ribs, Noel's palms were already drenched in sweat, whether it was from his body temperature or from gripping the butt of the rifle too tightly. The pounding of his heart rattled his eardrums as if it was about to explode like a bullet speeding through the heart of the man it had targeted. His fingers were even trembling, wondering whether his shot would hit the mark or not.
Maintaining his composure, Noel pulled the trigger to fire before a man he recognized accidentally entered the shooting area. The man's body blocked his target. Noel delayed briefly at Nate's command as he instructed, "Wait!"
Whether the world was narrow or what, a man Nate and Noel recognized was there. Walther was seen talking to the middle-aged man who was their target. While he endured the rapid and powerful pounding in his chest, Noel was oblivious to the turmoil of hatred he felt from the bottom of his heart leading his hand to aim at the man.
"You want to shoot him?" Nate's stern question brought Noel to his senses. Nate continued, "If you attack him when he's off guard, then you'll be considered the lowest of losers." a snort of sardonic laughter escaped. "If you want him to pay for what he has done to you in the past, then it will happen. But not now, be patient a little longer, when the time comes. you will get your revenge, isn't that what you want?"
Nate was right. If Noel wants revenge, this is not the way to do it. In order to end the nightmare, then you have to face the nightmare.
Finally Noel refocused his concentration on his original target, his finger not releasing the bullet before Nate ordered. Not only monitoring the bastard, Noel was also watching Walther's movements.
watching closely. From a distance Walther seemed to be asking for something from one of his guards, one of them picked up a black briefcase and took something out of it, something small.
Noel removed his rifle to replace it with binoculars, squinting his eyes at the binoculars, he saw the man take something out and hand it to the middle-aged man. While slightly glancing in various directions, the middle-aged man accepted it and put the item into his coat pocket.
"Can you read mouth movements?"
"No, but I can do a little sign language."
There was silence for a while, but Nate finally spoke up. "Plans canceled," he said and managed to relieve Noel for a moment even though Nate was about to get him into even more trouble.
"Don't get excited just yet, instead we have to get the thing that he gave Director Zwick and Sons to that asshole."
Noel packed his things hurriedly into his backpack and ran downstairs to catch up with his target.
A curiosity now fills Noel's mind about Nate calling Walther the Director of Zwick and Sons. Seriously, is their relationship nothing more than friends, partners or enemies? As Gregory had said earlier, their relationship was as complicated as counting all the bricks in a Chinese wall, or maybe Nate didn't want to upset Noel when he mentioned the man's name directly in front of him? The question kept swirling in Noel's mind.
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Nights in Hong Kong are filled with temptation and allure. So many places there offer nightlife for the middle to upper class. From restaurants, club hostesses, cabaret clubs, soapland, karaoke, massage parlors to hotels. The country is also one of the gathering places for various international organizations, the most famous of which are gangsters.
In one of the dozens of buildings, there is a building that is so famous as a gathering place for successful businessmen to run their business. The building is currently holding a lavish banquet. When compared to other places that also included the scope of successful businessmen, the people in this place were more from the underworld, gangsters although many tried to cover it up.
At that moment, there came a handsome man with dark eyes as sharp as an eagle's, dressed after a black suit with all the buttons undone, revealing a white shirt combined with a gymnastic colored tie making him have a simple yet elegant appearance and able to charm anyone who saw his figure. However, even so, not many women dared to greet him because of the cold and arrogant aura that the man had. In addition, several large bodyguards with fierce faces who follow him make those who want to get close to him can only look from afar.
"You've finally arrived," greeted a middle-aged Asian man who had taken a seat at a table.
Walther Zwick gave no response to the middle-aged man who had just said hello. He had been waiting for the President Director of Zwick and Sons for minutes.
As Walther pulled out a chair and sat down, the middle-aged man said, "Don't bend your face too much. You're still young, Mr. Zwick, you'll get old fast." Kind of a casual warning for Walther's apathy towards him.
Walther still did not reply as he sat down, one hand immediately reaching for an empty glass to be greeted by a waitress who immediately poured wine into it.
As Walther took a sip of his drink, the middle-aged man said, "I hear Killer Rabbit is back for more." And successfully stopped Walther's drinking.
"Who said that rumor, Huang Gongzi?" Walther looked straight at Huang Tailung.
Huang Tailung smiled wryly. "Looks like you haven't met the Rabbit yet," he guessed. "You know the news about Vincent Basciano?"
Walther blinked, but his expression remained cold. "What's wrong with him? Did he ..." his words trailed off, Walther's mind trying to guess what had happened to his father's former partner.
"He's dead."
Just as Walther had suspected. "Who killed him?"
Huang Tailung sighed and picked up the nicotine stick he had been ignoring. "Someone whose identity is still unclear. He was shot in the head at midnight in New York at the Cock and Ball in early January. The killer also finished off the rest of his subordinates. The police are currently investigating, as it happened in the US. I heard that the FBI also intervened, but if you think about it, who else could kill him but Killer Rabbit." Huang Tailung sucked on the smoky substance to fill his lungs with carbon dioxide.
Walther stared into the glass in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking right now. But those eagle eyes told him he was thinking about something.
"I think after what the Solntsevskaya Bratva has done to him and his family, all those involved in the chaos of that year deserve to die."
After pressing the end of the cigarette into the ashtray, Huang Tailung added, "But he also deserved to die." And now he glanced at Walther. "I think right now somewhere, he's planning something to avenge him."
"Are you afraid?" asked Walther defiantly, glancing at Huang Tailung out of the corner of his eye.
Huang Tailung stared back at Walther and asked, "What do you think?"
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