Towering mansions abound in this New York city. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As the most famous economic city in the American Republic, and as the most famous economic circle in the Republic, Stonewall Street, every building here is probably tens of millions of funds.

As the target, Michael Jones, whose Jones Motors Group has just entered the top 50 companies on Stonewall Street, may have just entered the top 50 of Stonewall Street enterprises, and such a company can only give people the impression of "seeing" in the city and in China, and it is still far from the world-famous monster-level international large enterprises.

"Looking at it this way, there is nothing suspicious about this Michael Jones. Look at how hard-working he is, it's a waste of national resources for us to spy on him. ”

W crossed Erlang's legs, sat on an office chair, and made paddles on his legs when he had nothing to do, dangling around in this huge fireproof layer.

The three of them set up a surveillance point inside the 56th floor of the building, which is thousands of kilometers away from the target, where they can monitor Michael Jones's every move with a high-powered telescope.

The fireproof layer is empty, and it is of no use at all on a daily basis. For the managers of the building, they just sell favors to the top of the government. For them, it's a great, undisturbed monitoring point.

The three-day surveillance was uneventful, and Michael Jones, in addition to going to work, socializing with a regular partner, and going home, was completely a model of an honest and honest businessman. Not to mention demons, even the object of the affair is so that W can't catch them.

The godfather was also a little anxious on his face, but he still taught W a lesson: "Don't talk nonsense, he will always show his fox tail." Jones Group is working on a high-end AI project, which costs a lot of money, and we have frozen all their funds for no reason, and now that it is the third day, he must be doing something. ”

"I can only say that he is too calm." Maria looked at the high-powered telescope a few times, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Michael Jones is like a model figure in the telescope, and the entire building is in full view of Maria's eyes. Jones, as always, worked on the computer, and his secretary and his ministers often came into his office to look for him. But the ministers were all nervous, waving their hands from time to time to express dissatisfaction, or roaring, as if they were all about breaking the chain of funds. Michael Jones responded with a smile and a look of confidence, but he hadn't contacted anyone since three days ago.

Jones's computer had already been hacked by them, and their every move was under their control. Mary had nothing to do, so she picked up a packet of potato chips on the table next door and ate them.

Sofas, laptops, snacks, pantry tables, drinking fountains, the fact that they are moving more and more utensils into this fireproof layer is enough to prove how boring their surveillance work is.

As the minutes ticked by, the sun turned orange from the scorching sun to the setting sun, gently casting on the street, which had been busy all day.

White-collar workers walked out of their offices, black suits filling the streets.

"At six o'clock in the afternoon, the target turned off the computer. NO.26 AND NO.29 ARE GOING TO KEEP AN EYE ON THE TARGET, HE IS READY TO LEAVE WORK. ”

The godfather stared at his laptop as he put on a thick black fur coat and a pair of sunglasses. In the past few days of surveillance, he abandoned his godfather's appearance, white shirt, suit pants, and dressed like an ordinary person.

Click! The godfather loaded the pistol, put it back in the holster at his waist, covered it with his coat, and left the surveillance point in a hurry, heading to the gates of Jones & Co., ready to fight Michael Jones.

"Walk slowly." W said nonchalantly, and he walked over to his laptop. There, he was in charge of monitoring the radio.

In Michael Jones's suits, they were all sneaked into their homes and installed miniature bugs, as long as they pressed the corresponding program on the computer, no matter where Michael Jones was, all the sounds around him could be eavesdropped.

It turned out to be as boring as ever, and Jones's process after work was to get his briefcase right, then greet his subordinates from various departments along the way, and step out of the company gate, the feigned kindness that made W want to vomit.

On the other hand, Maria is watching with a high-powered telescope: "He came out of the door of the company, alone. Are the Godfathers ready? ”

"It's in place, I'm next to the black sedan across the road, I've seen the target, I'm ready to track it." The voice of the godfather can be heard in both W and Maria's headsets.

He was ready to get into his silver-white car. No! Be prepared for the unexpected, everyone pay attention. ”

Maria's voice tightened, and she could clearly see Jones' hesitation in the high-powered telescope. The moment he opened the door, Jones seemed to see something in the reflection of the window, and he let go of his grip on the doorknob and instead blended into the crowd of people in the bustling Stonewall Street.

There was no reason for the move, and it was a sign that something was about to happen, and Michael Jones was finally getting closer to his own little secret.

Is it a demon? Or is it a pure business crime? The three of them, who are surveillance, can only keep observing, praying in their hearts to belong to the former.

The target vanished from view. Maria, position yourself for me. Ignoring traffic rules, the godfather got out of his black sedan and crossed the road straight across the road.

Fortunately, the road was extremely busy, with a constant stream of cars and slow speeds, so the godfather was able to cross it quickly. But the shrill horn of the car drew everyone's attention to him, and the godfather was also very clever, and did not walk in the direction of Jones, but walked in the opposite direction of Jones's advance, pretending to be a passer-by who was trespassing on the road. It was a full step of one or twenty meters before he turned around and followed the flow of people to re-follow Jones.

Maria's telescope was always glued to Michael Jones: "The target is about 150 meters away from you, and the pace is not fast, I don't know where he wants to go." ”

"What about W? Did you hear anything? The godfather said, his pace increasing as he gradually made up for the distance that had fallen.

"No, there was too much noise, and Jones wasn't talking." Listening closely, the sound coming into the monitor from this bustling street was like a monster machine in motion, and it was like a dragon whispering. If the target doesn't speak, the listening W feels like he's being thrown into a drum washing machine, flipping over and turning around, unable to find his way.

Unexpectedly, only ten seconds later, Jones spoke, and it was not detected by the godfather's tracking and Maria's telescope.

The estimated goal is to walk side by side with the opposite person, pretending not to know each other.

W didn't tell Maria and the Godfather in the first place, he could only concentrate on it, and any sound in his throat would cause him to lose important clues.

"Are you ready?" The voice, which seemed close and loud against the noisy background, was Jones's voice.

"Yes, three boxes." The other voice is as small as a mosquito, and a little relaxation will lose a word.

"Only three boxes? I said there was a lot of demand. Jones had a complaining tone, but kept it as low as he could.

"No way, you said you wanted to be safe."

"Well, nine o'clock in the evening, old place."

"Wait, are you really going to do it this time? What should I do? ”

"I didn't say it, I just want you to follow my orders all the time."

"Do you only care about your own company! I think that after the development of the company, there is no need to do these things! ”

"Be careful when you speak, think about what you used to look like as a dog, just doing the little job of stealing chickens and touching dogs. Who gave you money that you couldn't earn in your lifetime?! Be too greedy and watch out for your life. Jones said viciously.

"Hmph, that money isn't money."

The man on the other side whispered a word of complaint and didn't say anything more, and that ended the conversation between Michael Jones and him.

Three boxes of materials, money not money, orders......

Several key words were stirring in W's mind, and he temporarily kept silent, and only said one word into the headset: "There is a situation here, the target is in contact with an unknown person." Maria! Five seconds ago, what suspicious people were around the target?! ”

"Only four people have ever been close to the target. An office worker in his mid-35s is still walking side by side with his target. A rich kid who looks to be in his twenties is walking to his sports car. There are also two white-collar workers, a man and a woman, about 30 years old, who are turning into the alley. ”

"That rich young man, godfather, hurry up! Maria writes down the license plate! ”

"Did he say something to Jones?!" The godfather weaved through the crowd as fast as he could, returning to his black sedan as soon as possible.

"It's 5:43 a.m., and it's three and a half hours until 9 o'clock. I feel like I'll be able to solve this problem today. Haha, I can go back and enjoy the sauna of the five-star hotel again! ”

W grinned, his instincts, basically not missed.

Chapter 30—As a Holy Child (3)

"Get me a few more boxes! What the? When do you ask me? Right now! Immediately! ”

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"Can't get it? Why didn't you tell me you couldn't get the money when you gave it? ”

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"Bring it before twelve! I don't care if you can or not! No problem with money! ”

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"Really, a bunch of idiots who can't work!"

The man, Stephen, turned off his mobile phone and tucked it into his trench coat as he drove through the ghetto in a convertible sports car worth more than $300,000.

It's less than an hour's drive from Stonewall Street, but the surroundings have completely changed. The dirty streets are littered with garbage, the buildings on both sides of the streets are low, and most of the coating on the exterior has fallen off, and many of them have exposed bricks, which look very old. In addition to this, there were a large number of poor people of all colors and shabby clothes, who shivered in the strong wind of the night.

They look at Mike's sports car like hungry wolves, and maybe Stephen will rush to the top as soon as he stops and snatch the keys to the sports car that they won't get for their lifetime of work.

"! Fuck off! Let's see what you want to do! Stephen deliberately drove the car very slowly, yelling at the poor people as he drove it, enjoying the superior state he was in now.

He was still living here two years ago, and he was still shivering with the people here. He has been doing petty theft, and he has become a bit famous, and he has a lot of money, but his addiction is like a black hole sucking blood from him, so that no matter what he does, he is still strapped for money. It wasn't until he met Michael Jones, a down-and-out businessman, and his nearly bankrupt car business, that Stephen finally got out of the small place and could buy everything he wanted.

Now he has enough money to make everyone in the underworld laugh at him.

Had it not been for Jones's request, he would have been extremely reluctant to return to this ghetto that had reduced his status. But Jones asked for a place where there were no police officers and no one knew them, and the most convenient and fastest way was this lawless slum.

Most of the slums were old industrial areas, and there were many abandoned warehouses that no one rented, so Stephen casually found a poor old man and set up a large dilapidated warehouse with him, and the old man didn't care what the young man was going to do, and after collecting enough money, he happily went to buy wine and go to the party.

"Hey, I really met an incredible person, tired and tired all day." Stephen came to the warehouse he rented, pressed the key in his hand, and the warehouse door with countless small holes in the iron sheet slowly rose "squeak" and "squeak", like a seventy or eighty old man, the row of craggy front teeth opened and closed, and it was incompatible with Stephen's convertible sports car.

But he finally parked the car in it. Stephen got out of the car, carefully stepped over the piles of industrial waste that had not been cleaned up, and slammed the rusty switch on the wall to turn on the old yellow-glowing tube. A few palm-sized rats were immediately frightened and rushed back into the crevices of their burrows.

The warehouse is extremely spacious, but the first floor has been largely emptied, and there are no more machines or materials. Only the open attic on the second floor clearly displayed their workbenches, bottles and jars of chemicals, and a makeshift bed. The rest of the place was completely devoid of human activity, covered with cobwebs and dust.

Tonight, he's going to be here with Jones and the two of them doing something they can't let anyone know.

"Wow!" An unexpected voice came from behind Stephen. "This place is so secret, just as I imagined! It's right to follow this guy. ”

"Who is it?" Stephen's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his voice almost screamed. But before he could see who was behind him, his eyes were already dark and unconscious.

"What to do? It's half past seven, and this guy is still sleeping like a pig. Maria, are you ready? ”

W took a closer look at Stephen's face, who was clearly the nouveau riche favorite in an open-chested floral shirt, a finger-thick gold necklace, and a blond hair with yellow-green highlights.

has a fierce face but no murderous aura at all, just looking at this person's temperament, you know that it is not