Marcy's eye on the big fish, the black marketeer Carré had contacted to buy Sir Upton's old gun, had reached the news that the trade had been made in a forest in the south of the city on a very remote wilderness road that had been half-abandoned due to the change of transportation routes.

A very ideal, perfect place to trade. The merchant was more thoughtful than the big-headed fox who wore glasses and told ghost stories to his grandchildren by the fire. But Marcy likes it, excited and eager to try for the strength of her opponent.

Marcy noticed the merchant she was eyeing because of information from an informant who had been planted by the police station on the black market. According to the relevant information records of the bureau, this businessman is a small legend in the black market, he used to be a big customer and supplier in the black market, and recently changed careers to become a professional middleman, and in a short period of time he has contributed to several large businesses in the black market, and his reputation has been repeated for a while. He is the perfect prey for Marcy who wants to make a name for himself quickly and make a name for himself in his new unit.

But hunting is not about targeting, it requires a mind and patience. Today she was not going to directly seize the merchant - it was a dream - she just wanted to use the opportunity of today's transaction to complete the first step of the plan, hoping to find the merchant's hiding place in the city by the way.

Because he had not been here beforehand, it took him a long time to find the target of the trip. In his car, only Marcy was left in the back seat, and the strong woman who worked alone did not ask for any other colleagues to help.

After Carré pulled the car over, she handed Carré a black suitcase containing a gun. "I've got a tracker in the box." She said, "Deliver, take the money, and leave." Then your mission is complete. ”

Carré took the suitcase and sighed half-jokingly. "I really want to keep the money."

"Don't be stupid, you know it's not going to be in line."

"Of course, of course. I'm just kidding. Carré's face was iron-clad and he raised his hand in surrender, "I'm just feeling a little nervous...... Although I have only met through words, I have a very bad feeling about those people. ”

"Rest assured, I'm here. I'll keep you safe. Marcy leaned back with her hands folded and simply fed Carré a reassuring pill.

Marcy knew that if someone else fed Carré such a pill dryly, he might still feel that he couldn't make up for it, but if it was her Marcy who said this, then Carré would be overwhelmed.

Sure enough, after Marcy's assurance, Carré no longer hesitated. The handsome and flirtatious red-haired young man got out of the car with a suitcase, glanced in the direction of the deep forest in front of him, and walked in briskly.

Those people were waiting for him, and it seemed like they had been waiting for a long time.

Their image did not at all conform to Carré's assumptions. He thought that the guys in the black market were expressionless statues in black suits, black sunglasses, standing straight, and holding their crotches with their hands, and even if someone hit their toes with a hammer and painted tadpoles on his face, they wouldn't be able to make them frown.

But now the four people standing there looked like ordinary movers, standing casually and smoking. In fact, there was a moving truck parked on the narrow road in the forest next to them. They came in a moving truck, which was really unexpected. It's a very clever cover.

Carré walked over to the men and stood still, looking at them calmly. He could tell that there were two of these people in the lead, and the other two were followers. One of the two leaders was a bald-headed strong man, and the other was a blonde-haired gentleman. Their eyes were fixed on Carré unblinkingly, as if they were staring at a Mercury DeLooney premium sausage.

"Alone?" The blonde gentleman was the first to speak, his voice soft.

"Of course." Carré nodded calmly.

"Where's the goods?" The bald head asked in a rough voice, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and Carré felt himself smell bad breath in a trance.

Carré opened the suitcase, revealing the contents for the two of them to see, and then quickly closed it and put it away after the two of them were sure.

"Where's the money?" Carré asked.

"Do you think seven and a half million is something that can be carried in your hands?" The bald man chuckled twice, then beckoned to Carré and tilted his head in the direction of the truck behind him, "Come on—I want the trunk of your car to fit those cute little things." ”

Carré hesitated, but not for long. He stepped forward calmly and calmly, and followed a few people to the position behind the moving truck.

This angle obscured Marcy's view from being hidden in the car. She watched the front of the car in the direction of the rear of her truck, as if she wanted to slam through the thick layer of iron.

Despite not seeing anyone, Marcy saw the door of the van being opened. Carré and the blonde man and the bald man did not show up for a few minutes, and then there was a man in a hat - the blonde man and the bald man were both wearing hats - walking towards Carré's car with a suitcase. Carré also appeared at this time, showing his face from the back of the truck, glancing at the back of the horse boy holding the box, and casually glanced in the direction of his car.

Marcy immediately understood. She guessed that the deal should have gone smoothly by now, that the little milk dog who was working hard should have carried a box full of cash, and Carré had opened the trunk of the car with the key at this time.

Marcy wasn't worried about being discovered. Carré's car has no way to see inside from the outside, and she doesn't worry that a pony boy will have the guts to open up her boss's client's car and peek inside.

She really shouldn't be so confident.

Everything happens only in the light of light. One moment Marcy had just heard Carré's car open and then closed, and the next moment Carré's door was suddenly opened from the outside, and then a shiny flash of light in one hand quickly poked inside. The attackers seem to have known about Marcy's existence and her location for a long time. Marcy was caught off guard by a strong electric current and saw only a distinctive blonde hair under the worker's hat before losing consciousness.

“……”

The blonde man took off his hat, straightened out his precious hairstyle, and then neatly dragged the paralyzed Marcy out of the car, carried it on his shoulders like rice, closed the door, and walked towards the truck. Marcy weighs very little, and the blonde man feels as if he is carrying a bag of meowing kittens.

By the time he brought the man back to the back of the carriage, three men were lying on the soft wooded ground. Carré, the bald heads, and one of their men. And the other of his men, who had changed clothes, was crouching next to the bald head, injecting something into his neck. When he was done, the long eyelashes of his bald eyes moved and he woke up. So the blonde man's men crouched down next to his other companion and did the same to him.

The bald head sat up from the ground and touched his bald head as if he hadn't slowed down. Then he looked at the blonde man next to him.

"Got it?" He asked.

The blonde man threw the unconscious Marcy into the truck full of cargo and clapped her hands. "It's a pity," he said with a slightly sad grin, "I'm afraid they won't understand what all this is all about until the two of them are gnawed into coral sand." ”

"I feel like the boss is too careful and doesn't need to make such a hassle." The bald head stood up from the ground, patting the dirt on his body while complaining in a low voice, "Wouldn't it be over if you just kill the two of them here?" ”

The blonde man gestured to the bald head and gave him a warning look. "Watch your mouth, Basser. The boss has never made a mistake so far. ”

The bald head muttered, blurred. He kept his mouth shut, though.

"You drive that kid's car and deliver the goods to the boss." The blonde man looked down and retrieved the key from Carré who had fallen to the ground, threw it to the bald Basser, and then slipped Carré into the wagon with one hand, "I continued to move the boss, and by the way, I disposed of these two fools while passing by the dam of the Domme." ”

Bather nodded, and picked up the suitcase containing Sir Upton's old gun on the ground. At this time, the second subordinate of the two had also woken up, and followed Barth to Carré's car at the beckoning of Barther. The blonde man, still dressed in an ordinary and inconspicuous moving worker's outfit, jumped into the cab of the truck.

The two cars were separated.

A few minutes later, the blonde man was left on the side of the road in tears and unconscious.