"Five percent?!" James Evans was taken aback, "Are you serious?" ”

Listening to his tone, it is clear that this five percent share is not a small amount. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zongheng asked softly, "How much can this five percent have?" ”

Lydia replied, "The Lukese family has a monopoly on the drug trade throughout the Chicago area, and profits from it are in the hundreds of millions of dollars every year. ”

Zongheng understands that the so-called hundreds of millions of dollars are certainly more than 100 million dollars, but counting this 100 million dollars alone, 5 percent is enough to be as much as 5 million. Don't look at James Evans sitting on such a large estate, but it is also extremely difficult for him to easily come up with five million dollars in cash.

The conversation in the headset continues.

Kevin Belloc chuckled, "You know who I am, and I never tell lies. ”

"In addition to helping you get rid of Cesare, I also have to help you establish a channel for transporting drugs. This 5% share is a lot of price to pay! ”

"No matter how much it is, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it. Don't forget, it's not a one-shot deal, it's every year. What's more, with the establishment of the new corridor, we will not only be able to continue to occupy the market in the Chicago area, but also have the opportunity to further expand the domestic market. Your five percent will only grow more and more. ”

Under the depiction of Kevin Belloc, the blueprint of a huge drug@drug empire centered in Chicago and with a sales network radiating to the whole of Illinois and even the entire central United States slowly unfolded in front of James Evans' eyes. From the recording, it was clear to Zongheng and Lydia that James Evans had moved his heart. His tone became calm, with a hint of joy.

"You've been planning this for a long time, haven't you? I suspect that you had the man kill Uncle and Nephew Colano so that you could build your poison@pin empire with free hands. James Evans said half-jokingly.

Kevin Belloc chuckled, "If I say it has nothing to do with their deaths, I wonder if you will believe it?" ”

"Believe it or not, what's the big deal? Anyway, if they live, it is impossible to give five percent of the profit every year. James Evans laughed, "May we have a great time working together!" ”

"Happy working together!"

After that, the two had further discussions on how to establish a new drug transportation channel.

By the time the entire tape was finished, it was past half past four in the morning. If we don't leave, it's going to be dawn.

Zongheng asked Lydia, "What about this tape?" Take it away or stay it? ”

Lydia said, "Take it away!" I already have an idea. ”

The two quickly removed the tape from the tape recorder, put it in Lydia's backpack, and exited the Evans mansion through the window.

Half an hour later, the two returned to the fence topped with barbed wire. Looking around, there were no patrolling security guards. The two of them hurriedly climbed over the fence, and only then did they let go of their hearts - they no longer had to worry about being found hidden. The most dangerous moment is over.

The two of them walked through the woodland beyond the fence, then stood still, breathing a breath that loosened the nerves that had been tense all night. They decided to drive the boat a few miles into the middle of the lake and then stop for a few hours of sleep. Wait until it is close to noon, and then sail the boat back to shore. In this way, if you meet someone, you can explain that they have sailed out early in the morning to observe the waterfowl, so as not to give the impression that they have been driving the boat all night.

When I arrived at the small bay of the Tibetan boat, I thought to myself: Okay, it's all over. The boat looked so beautiful in the morning light. Zongheng remembered that he seemed to have seen a box of Ceylon black tea in the cabin last night. He made up his mind that he would make a cup of tea as soon as he hit the road, and then ......

A man in a black training uniform came out of the cabin and said, "Huh? Hey, who are you? ”

Zongheng and Lydia stood still. The men who broke into their ship wore the same uniforms as the security guards at Evans' mansion. He had a pistol stuck in a holster strapped to the outside of his thigh. He was tall and thin, but he looked to be almost fifty, and the hair peeking out from under his hat was mixed with dots of white. He didn't draw his gun. Seeing all this, Lydia said, "You are on our ship, so it seems to me that it is up to me to ask you who you are." ”

"Evans Manor's head of security, Stephen Lanham."

"I'm Lydia Elizabeth Lee. This is my brother Nemo Lee. Lydia stood still on the shore. She knew that a security supervisor wouldn't patrol alone.

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't you see? We were about to return to our ship. ”

"And where have you been?"

"What does this have to do with you? Are you a police officer? As far as I know, Evans Manor is still on the other side of the woods. ”

"I'm sorry, but that was the case before. But the woodland where you are now staying was also bought by Evans Manor a few months ago. So, you are now suspects in trespassing on private property. ”

"Oh! Oh, my God! I do not know! I'm so sorry! Lydia exclaimed. She really didn't know about this situation, so her demeanor and tone were not fake at all.

"Now, tell me, what are you doing here before dawn?"

"Bird watching."

"Before dawn? Point your gun at them, Watson! ”

A young man dressed in the same uniform as Stephen Lanham leaned up from Lydia and Vertical to the left with a pistol. Glancing around, there was another person to their right, and a fourth person behind them.

Stephen Lanham exclaimed, "From which direction are they coming, Hume?" ”

The answer came from the top of a tree: "From the manor, chief!" ”

Zongheng quickly calculated the comparison of the number of people on both sides in his mind: four to one, not counting Hume who was about to come down from the tree. The only gun pointed at them at the moment: the one in Watson's hand. The others' pistols were still in their holsters. Probably seeing that one of them was a woman and the other was a half-grown child, these security guards took it lightly. Small boats also help.

Just as Zongheng was thinking about how to get out, Lydia said, "Manor? Oh! No! I did see a section of the fence, but we didn't go in it at all. Feed! You should have put up some warning signs to let you know that this is private territory. If we had known, we wouldn't be here. Also, could you please aim that pistol somewhere else? There's a kid here! ”

Stephen Lanham said, "Nobody watches birds at night. ”

"If you find a hiding place under the cover of darkness, the bird will not be able to see you when it wakes up. This is generally a good idea. Hey, I mean, you're right to do your job as a security guard, but don't go overboard, okay? Check my documents and report back to your boss, wouldn't it be fine? ”

A cloud of suspicion crossed Stephen Lanham's face: "What's in your backpack?" ”

"Binoculars, cameras, and a reference book." Lydia's hand reached for her backpack.

"Don't move." Stephen Lanham said, "Watson, look inside. ”

This is the fault of underestimating women and children.

Watson said, "Hands up. ”

Lydia and Zongheng both raised their hands above their heads. The right hand should be slightly closer to the left sleeve. There, he hid a dagger. This is the new equipment that Zongheng bought for himself after the Cobra incident. If he had such a dagger in his hand on the day he found the cobra, he would have killed the snake as soon as it crawled out of his backpack.

Seeing Watson getting closer and closer, he calculated the next few seconds of action: there must be no hesitation.

Watson leaned over to the left of Zongheng and Lydia with his gun in his hand, and unzipped Lydia's backpack.

Seeing the right moment, he suddenly struck out, drew the dagger from his sleeve, crossed Watson's defensive line, and stabbed the dagger into his neck from top to bottom until it was out of the handle. Lydia reached out in time to twist the pistol from Watson's hand.

Two other security guards on the shore ran towards them, and the security guard named Hume began to crackle down from the trees.

Zongheng pulled the dagger from Watson's neck, and the man collapsed to the ground. Stephen Lanham panicked and tried to pull out his pistol and shoot back. Jump vertically and horizontally onto the boat. The boat rocked, and Stephen Lanham was unsteady on his feet. Zongheng stabbed him with a dagger, but the head of security was shaken back to the point where he was able to pull some distance from Zongheng, and the tip of the knife slid up his collar and into his chin. His hand with the gun removed from the holster and went to cover the wound.

Vertical and horizontal turned around, facing the shore of the lake. A security guard jumped. Zongheng took a step forward, his right arm stretched out straight. The security guard who jumped over hit the tip of the knife.

The collision made Zongheng unable to stand, and his hand released the dagger. The security guard fell on the dagger. Zongheng got up on his knees - the head of security had already opened the holster, and he didn't have time to draw the dagger. Leaping horizontally towards the security chief, one hand running straight to the security officer's face. The pistol was drawn. Both thumbs of Zongheng slashed at one of the eyes of the security supervisor, and he screamed in pain and pushed Zongheng's arm away.

The fourth security guard jumped onto the boat with a "bang" and immediately turned around - even if the security supervisor could open the safety bolt of the pistol, he could not fire because he could not see it. The fourth man held a baton and struck it downward. Vertical and horizontal flashes to the right. The baton didn't hit him in the head, but it hit him in the left shoulder, making him feel a little numb when he left his shoulder. He slashed the palm of his right hand at the man's neck, a powerful and accurate blow. Strangely, the man actually stood up, and raised his baton and smashed it down. Lean up vertically and horizontally. His left arm was now fully recovered. His hands grabbed the man's face, pushing and twisting, and the man's neck snapped with a click. The baton also fell at the same time, this time on the head. It's just that its strength is already weak and weak, and it can't cause any damage to Zongheng at all.