Chapter 42: pretender

Ep34 Pretender
On the expansive lawn in the courtyard of the Club of the Luna Club, there are more than 20 luxuriously decorated two-story villas for members who come to participate in the event. In fact, they are rarely full. Generally speaking, the club will control the number of members for each event between 12 and 15 to ensure the quality of the event.
Garcia picked one of them arbitrarily, and immediately a maid stepped forward to take care of the room for him, placing fresh flowers and fruits. Dinner can be sent to the room alone, or you can go to the clubhouse to enjoy the buffet. He chose the former and dispatched all the servants.
After more than half an hour of rest after eating, the doorbell rang. He got up and opened the door. A woman in a burgundy long dress walked in, blonde hair, a pair of plump hemispheres on her chest, high skirts on her skirts, and slender white thighs. Impeccable beauty.
"Hi, my name is Emily," her voice was crisp and flamboyant. "Do you want to come out and play, bridge, billiards, roulette ... and bars and open-air swimming pools, the evening entertainment is rich, we How about finding an interest? "
Garcia avoided her arms, and said coldly, "No, no, I'm a bit tired on the plane today, I want to take a good rest."
The blonde's pushed hand slid to his back waist, and stroked along the spine, the smile on the face became sweeter: "Then let me do a massage for you, soothe the fatigue, whether Chinese or Thai, I'm very good at it. "
Garcia grabbed her wrist with a backhand shake. Emily felt a force driving her body, tango involuntarily rotated more than half a circle, and her skirt wafted with layers of red waves on her ankles-and then she found herself facing the open door, light on her back. With a slight push, he just returned to the porch inexplicably.
She turned to look at the door that was closed again, with a smile on her face, before realizing that she was being abandoned. "The bonus is ruined ..." she mumbled, and walked away on high heels.
After less than fifteen minutes of silence, the doorbell rang again.
Garcia dumped his half-blown blazer on the sofa and walked over to open the door. This time it was a young, handsome boy with red lips and teeth, up to eighteen years old, smiling charmingly at him. Garcia sighed helplessly in his heart, frowning with a hint of arrogance and pickiness: "Okay, tell your person in charge, if it's all this level, don't bother me tonight!"
He slammed the door shut, and a red light "Do Not Disturb" lit up under the doorbell.
The boy stared at the red light for a few seconds and whistled with regret. He rarely encountered such a handsome guest. In fact, even when the door opened, he even developed a sense of happiness against professional ethics, but unfortunately the other person's eyes were higher than the top, and no one except the angels looked down. Well, just look in the mirror and masturbate. What bed companion do you need? He went away with a defamation.
Garcia estimated that he would no longer be disturbed by "nightingales", went into a bathroom the size of half a basketball court, and washed his face with cold water.
The tiny stream of water slipped from the skin, and the neat back was not very comfortable. He made a few strands of black hair and drooped wetly on his forehead. He looked at himself in the mirror, feeling seven points familiar and three points strange.
Colored contact lenses, new hairstyles, proper makeup techniques, well-designed character and language style, flawless identity background ... these are all easy things, as he said to Edman, think about who is Behind you-the federal government, what other resources are not available to you?
The difficulty lies in how he can perfectly disguise another completely different identity without causing anyone's doubt.
A week ago.
Leo was hurriedly recalled to the headquarters during the holiday, and his boss, Gaudi, threw a bomb / bomb at a meeting within the group-a roll of accidentally intercepted film, watched by several battle-hardened senior agents. Have to spit out almost.
From the perspective, this video should be edited by shooting with four cameras at the same time. It is a bit rough according to professional vision, but the content is shocking: a group of people in red clothes, all races, men, women and children Yes, from the row of basement-like cellars, they pushed and gushed against each other, rushing to death in the open space in the wild, and the bullets continuously shot on the ground near their feet, and the mud splashed. Behind them, more than twenty huge mastiffs barked and chased down the people who were about to escape into the dense forest, biting their hands and feet and dragging them back to the center of the clearing.
The horrified crowd screamed and struggled to escape from the ferocious beast, but the trained mastiffs played with them like cats and mice, constantly biting their limbs. The miserable howling and desperate begging of these people pleased the several gun hunters who were on the sidelines. They bit their cigarettes and talked with laughter, as if enjoying the wonderful performance on the stage, commenting on the performance of each dog.
Satisfied, they shot the dying people in a horrible range, and then left them to the hungry mastiff. The zoomed-in close-up shot was nauseating. The whole process lasted for almost an hour!
They thought it was a special effects production, but after a technician's inspection and analysis, the possibility of original sound recording is very high. If these terrible scenes really happened, not in hell, but on earth! Some people filmed it and made it into small movies, ready to be smuggled abroad, to attract those taste-distorted heavy taste viewers to buy heavily, so as to make a lot of money.
Judging by the slang spoken by some victims, it is likely that they are Americans. Detectives were shocked and angered-such atrocities actually occurred to the citizens of their country. Was it a simple perverted killing or a provocation against the government and the regime?
In the noise of the discussion, Leo stared silently at the screen, feeling that it was not just as simple as killing a small movie, but there was no obvious evidence that it had risen to a political level ... what are these victims? How was he imprisoned? Who is the killer? Is there a manipulator behind the scenes? Where is the crime? A lot of questions came in, and he put huge anger into his heart-he needed calm thinking and keen discovery more than those emotions that didn't help.
"I. Where the film was intercepted and whether the suspect can provide relevant clues. 2. Intercept the appearance of the victim and investigate whether there are relevant missing population records. 3. Start with the breed of dog and the type of firearm they use. Let's see if we can find something out of it. "Leo Wang succinctly made three suggestions to the dark-skinned old man sitting in the first seat.
Gaudi nodded with fingertips on the table, "very effective proposal. In fact, we got this film three months ago, and selected some agents to form a task force to start an investigation. I wanted to call you , Leo, but you have enough cases, and it is not appropriate to transfer them to anyone ... In short, we already have some eyebrows and doubts, but— "
He paused and continued: "This man has a special identity, his father is the Duke of Yavre, England. Although the hereditary aristocracy and knighthood was largely cancelled in Britain in 2007, the Duke of Yavre was also among them. The eldest son is no longer able to follow the title of Duke, but the traditional power of more than 700 years is much stronger than we thought. The Duke's eldest son is still privileged in many aspects under the support of rich wealth, which makes our investigation difficult, especially when it involves The diplomatic and international opinion of the two countries ... "
"Don't just let it go like this, let our citizens be slaughtered wantonly?" An agent said indignantly.
Gaudi made a gesture to calm him, "Of course not. Don't say that he is just a son of a duke in civilian status, even if the duke himself, we don't care how we behave to other people, but as long as it is an American citizen, no one is allowed to touch him What we need now is solid evidence, and arrest him as soon as the evidence is available. "
"Exactly, to what extent?" Another detective asked disapprovingly, thinking that it was necessary to be so cautious. Isn't what we are best at assaulting people and producing evidence?
"The extent to which the British side is speechless." Gaudi said.
Everyone was silent.
The old black man threw a bomb / bomb again, "I need an undercover, to prevent leaks from being the group of the task force. I want to pick one among you."
The next five agents couldn't help but stare at each other, including Leo.
Gaudi glanced at Ai-Jun accidentally. He thought he would be the first to ask for it automatically, just like countless times before.
What happened? He asked with his eyes.
The black-haired detective's eyes were worried and his expression was complicated. Can you talk alone? He asked silently.
After receiving the message, Gaudi nodded. "Leo, come out with me, and the others will meet first." They went to the next room. "Let ’s say, there is nothing wrong with speaking." The old man said abnormally. .
Leo stopped talking, and finally made up his mind. He took a page from his notebook and handed him: "Look, it's all in this report."
Gaudi took it over, and finished reading it carefully, with a subtle surprise, comfort, and disapproval in his expression, and they merged naturally, and finally formed a strange smile, "--what?"
"Then?" Leo puzzled his true meaning. "Then wait for the punishment in the bureau." He said sadly, "After all, it was a serious manslaughter, and forged evidence for five years ... ... may be fired, or worse ... "
"If I were you, since I've concealed it for so long, I'll conceal it all the way and bring this secret to the grave."
"I had planned this before, but my conscience did not allow it, and Debi didn't agree. Only by doing so could she completely rest her soul."
Gaudi sighed with a smile and folded the report papers into his pocket. "In order to respect your wishes, I will send this report. But do n’t expect too much from the dismissal. There is a shortage of elites in the bureau. The big guys won't let you go for a leisurely life, at most it means demotion or punishment-oh no, don't show this 'this unfair' look, Leo, people and people may be The right to survival is equal, but in terms of survival value, you can't expect the bureau to value the life of a five-year-old girl more than a carefully trained backbone agent. "
He patted Leo's shoulder, interrupted the refutation he was about to export, and said in earnestly, "You are still too young, child, to polish a few more years in this society, and some things naturally see through. "
Leo stood squinting under his palm, wondering what to answer for a moment.
Before leaving, Gaudi replied: "If you feel bad, take this task. Think of those people in the video, I don't know how many innocent people will follow their footsteps. We can't save the dead People, at least do their part for the living, don't they? "
"If you still trust me, I'll take this task," the black-haired detective resolutely said.
"Of course, your loyalty to the profession is unquestionable," said his boss, "but before that, you need a special training."
"What to train?"
"How to be a rich man."
"Isn't that simple? Just give me a bank account of $ 100 million--or, a billion dollars? I don't mind."
Gaudi smiled, "Oh, it's not that simple, lad, you're not only lacking money, but also a temperament, the temperament of those who spend a lot of money and regard the people as a mustard."
"Can you describe it?"
"Uh, things like 'careless arrogance', 'inherent superiority'? Unfortunately, I am not one of them. However, a courtesy expert and a psychology teacher were invited to the office. It ’s just for you.

Leo shrugged helplessly: "It sounds boring enough. In short, it is to believe that the earth turns around me."
"Good point." Gaudi was very satisfied with his understanding. "In addition, we will arrange a contact person for you. He will help you break into the other party's small group ..." They whispered and walked out room.
Garcia, no, it should be said that the undercover federal agent Leo has now successfully entered the Luna Club, but it is still quite a distance from his expected goal-he must be close to the founder and leader of the club. Yavre, and received enough evidence to convict him, to reveal the truth of what happened on this jungle island.
He made adequate preparations for this, but unexpectedly, a guy who appeared unexpectedly disrupted his overall plan and made the situation out of control.
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