Haleji was a fat man of medium stature, with a kind face and a smile on his face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he talks and behaves casually, and his shots are particularly generous, and the people he interacts with always feel like a spring breeze. It is precisely because of his long sleeves and good dancing that his influence spreads throughout the top level of the Syrian government and has a wide range of contacts.

However, Halji also has many enemies, he attaches great importance to his security forces, and he is very suspicious and has little contact with outsiders. Especially in Syria, where roadside bombs littered the ground, he was particularly worried about being assassinated.

This black market in Damascus is one of Halji's nest villas, where he hoarded a vast amount of wealth that he had scavenged throughout his life and was closely guarded by guards loyal to him. Only here he feels safe.

"What's the matter today?" Halji sat down on the couch in his living room, like a big potato in it. Compared with the dilapidated and cluttered bazaar outside, his nest villa is built in a magnificent manner, with all kinds of expensive furniture and appliances from Europe, and luxury goods can be found everywhere.

One servant knelt on the ground and unloaded Haleji's shoes, while another offered a freshly made cocktail. The master took a sip and turned his head to look at the butler standing aside.

The butler bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully: "Dear Haleji, you have twelve groups of guests today, and I helped you push off four of the less important ones, and the rest need to be received by you personally." One of the guests from Israel has been waiting for a long time. ”

Halleji chewed the olives in the cocktail and spat out the pits and dregs. He stepped on the servant who was collecting the pit, and scolded fiercely: "These Jewish vampires, they are always not satisfied. I've backed down too much, too much. ”

Halji's gestures in the living room, his conversations with different people, and even his way of receiving visitors from all walks of life, all of this information was captured by a mechanical fly. The mechanical fly had been following him since he got out of the car, and was now parked in a corner of the living room silently collecting information.

A message from Halji, a message from a steward, a message from a servant, a message from a guard, a message from a visitor. In the first three days of Zhou Qingfeng's incubation and waiting, a total of more than a dozen similar mechanical flies sneaked into Halji's lair. Now the most important person has finally appeared.

A large amount of information was summarized into Zhou Qingfeng's digital helmet, and the computer began to analyze the character's personality and habits in many aspects, and recorded various data such as voiceprints.

While collecting information, Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the shadows, was not idle. The computer had already 3D modeled Halji's appearance, and Zhou Qingfeng himself simply hid in a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz of Halerji to put on makeup.

That's right...... Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to kill people, because there was no point in killing people now. He wants to steal the day, replace Halji, and hold the power in the hands of the other party.

Gelatin, wigs, beards, and even a big belly, all of this can be faked with makeup. Even the voice can be addressed with a voice changer that is held in the throat.

The only trouble is height and size - Zhou Qingfeng is 1.8 meters tall and is particularly strong; Haleji is less than 1.7 meters, fat is quite fat, but strong is not enough. There is no way to disguise this, you can't let Zhou Qingfeng cut off his legs.

"It's okay for Lao Tzu to sit, but when he stands up, he will be recognized immediately." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, quite distressed.

Time passed slowly, and the sky slowly turned dark. Mechanical flies brought from the wasteland fly around, tracking, recording, charging, and information is constantly pooled. In one day, Zhou Qingfeng was already able to roughly imitate Halji's words and actions.

Having been in the lair to meet with the various parties, Halji was also getting tired, and he looked at the sky and asked what time it was, and then asked for a vehicle to leave. The old fox lived in a different place every day, and even the convoy was divided into multiple groups and drove to different places, typical of the three holes of the cunning rabbit.

"Arrange a car for me, I won't be staying here tonight." Halji stood up and left his office, and as he stepped out of the room, he commanded the captain of his bodyguard.

The guards walked out with Halji in front of him, but after a few steps, he suddenly reached out and patted his neck, slapped and then looked at his palm. Although he didn't catch anything, he still muttered, "Damn, there are flies in the room." ”

Sanitation in the black market is extremely poor, and there is never a shortage of flies. It is not uncommon for a few to fly to the villa in Halji. It was only after Haleji waved his hand to chase away a fly that was approaching him that he suddenly felt dizzy after taking ten or so steps.

"Dear Halji, do you need me to call the doctor?" The butler who followed him stepped forward to support his master, and his voice was concerned.

Halji drooped his head groggily, he was old and sick, and at the moment he could only nod his head and didn't even want to speak, and was helped back to the bedroom.

The personal doctor rushed over in the shortest possible time, and after a brief measurement, he was relieved: "Dear Mr. Halji, there is no major abnormality in your body. Maybe you're a little tired and need a lot of rest, but getting some sleep can make you feel better. ”

Halji leaned back on the hospital bed and nodded again, he really felt very sleepy at the moment, his eyelids couldn't hold it, and he couldn't wait to sleep. The doctor and the housekeeper quietly retreated, the two servants remained to take care of them, and there were armed guards outside the bedroom, and everything seemed fine.

Halji slept deeply, and it could even be said that it was a rare good night's sleep. And while he was sleeping, the villains hiding in his lair began to act.

With the help of mechanical flies, Zhou Qingfeng knew the structural layout of the entire villa building, and knew the location of Halji's bedroom, which was a heavily guarded enclosed core area. However, these are nothing to Zhou Qingfeng, whose main attributes are speed and agility.

There are mechanical flies to provide early warning, and Zhou Qingfeng is like a no-man's land in Halji's lair. He easily scurried to the outside of Halji's bedroom, and with the help of his recovered physical strength, he activated the 'Astuteness' to enter the time stop state, and entered the bedroom in front of the doorguard.

Spacious and luxurious bedrooms with ensuites. It doesn't even have a door, and the bedroom has direct access to a balcony and living room.

"It's a luxury!" Zhou Qingfeng walked silently on the carpet of the room. A servant was in the living room, and a servant knelt in front of the bed, both of whom were gently pinched by Zhou Qingfeng and fainted.

Lying on the big bed, Halji was still unconscious. Zhou Qingfeng took out a tube of injections from his pocket, then reached out and patted Halji's face, "Mr. Halage, wake up." The last moment of your life has arrived. ”

Halji opened his eyes in a trance, but immediately saw a ghostly shock. When he saw a man who looked exactly like him sitting on the bed and smiling at him, he immediately exclaimed, "Who are you?" ”

Halji's voice was weak as he had a strong arm around his neck.

"I'm you." Fake Halji smiled, his smile and voice were exactly the same as Halji's.

"How is this possible?" Haleji tried to shout, but no matter how hard he struggled, his throat felt like it was being choked by the tongs, and he couldn't move.

The fake Halji was still laughing, and the laughter made Halaki himself feel like falling into a demon cave, and his heart was cold. The former also shook the needle in his hand and said, "Mr. Halji, how about we get a 'spitting agent'?" I want to know all about you. ”

"No, ......I'll give you whatever you want, don't mess around!" Halji struggled violently, his hands and feet fluttering. A sharp needle can easily penetrate his neck, and the drug is injected into the blood vessels. After a while, he stopped moving, his body relaxed, his eyes glazed over, like an idiot.