"From the shape you described, it looks like an M18A1 broadsword mine, but the weight is a bit wrong. Pen Fun www.biquge.info Pavilion" After hearing Peter's report, the weasel quickly gave his answer. "This thing must have been modified by itself, with some other ingredients. Rest assured, this thing is safe, and you won't have any problems as long as you don't activate it. ”

"It's not safe at all." Peter said with a wry smile. "I don't have a manual, how do I know if I'll activate it accidentally."

"Don't worry, the steps are a bit complicated, and if you accidentally activate it, you will win the jackpot. By the way, you see, is there a line on the top of this iron box and in the lower right corner of the back that is connected to something that looks like a chip? ”

Peter quickly checked again and replied in the affirmative. The weasel smirked.

"As I expected, they replaced the trigger detonation with a remote detonation. It seems that they are not completely insane, but they must have a lot of plans. ”

Listening to the weasel's words, Peter scoffed. "I don't need you to say that, I'm not a fool. But the question is, what exactly are their plans. ”

"Hey, hey, hey..."The weasel suddenly laughed wickedly, and then slowly spoke. That's what I paid you to do. And the information you have now is a bit insufficient. Anyway, according to your strength, it shouldn't be difficult to capture someone and get the news out of his mouth. ”

"I haven't had a chance yet." Peter said in a deep voice. "I'm not sure that there are so many people with guns."

"Hey, hey, we've all invested in you in such a stylish outfit, and now you're telling me you're not even a superhero. Let's get acquainted with each other, I still want to sue you for fraud if you deceive my feelings like this. ”

"Have you invested? How many are you out of? Peter was speechless for a moment, and the weasel ignored his question.

"Tsk, I've always said that you guy is hypocritical. If you were willing to use a gun, wouldn't everything be much easier? "The weasel started again on the other side, and he had already preached so many times." You pretend to be tender and harmless like this, and it feels like being a prostitute and setting up a torii, which feels weird. ”

"I think you need to go back to school and learn how to use metaphors. Oh! By the way, do you know where the Covendello Mansion is? Peter suddenly remembered this.

"Covin... Darrow? It's familiar, but I'm going to check it out. Is that the only name? Don't have a specific address or something? ”

"No, this thing is written on the box, and the date of the day after tomorrow is also written. Maybe it's the final location where the box is going to be delivered, or maybe it's the location they're going to attack. ”

", I'm going to check it out. It's a lot more difficult to have just one name, why do I pay you but I'm working. Actually, you should pay me a salary, isn't it..."Before he could finish speaking, the weasel found that the other party had already hung up the call.

"Duh... Honk... Duh..."

Peter, on the other end of the line, was not the slightest embarrassed to cut off the call so rudely. The weasel's nagging does annoy him a little at times, especially when he's getting down to business. What's more, every time he thought of the weasel's constipated expression after he cut the call, he felt a chill in his heart.

Besides, although the weasel is indeed his client, he still has to ask him for a salary. But this time Peter didn't come entirely because of the money.

Such an organization is definitely not here for peace in collecting so many weapons.

Closing the door to the dark room again, Peter descended the stairs and returned to the second floor. He didn't have a plan in mind for what to do with the munitions. And then, he had another thing to do.

Back in the office on the second floor, he was targeting the list that the man had kept here. His instincts told Peter that he would get a lot of information on the list

Among the eleven filing cabinets, finding a piece of paper is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack. But based on the man's own words, Peter was able to narrow down his search considerably.

"The list is in a purple folder, and there should be a lot of green folders in this cabinet..."Peter flipped through the drawers, and then eliminated the drawers that didn't meet the above criteria.

Peter quickly locked on to his goal. With the exception of two drawers, the rest of the cabinet is dominated by folders of other colors. After exploring, Peter took out all the purple folders in the two drawers and slowly began to flip through them one by one.

“... Well, this one is for receipts. ”

"This... Purchase order. Last year's. ”

When Peter opened the fourth folder, Peter's eyes lit up. The paper at the top of the folder still has quite noticeable, unflattened creases.

Peter quickly picked up the list and read it carefully. However, they were only numbers and addresses, and they were written without any notes, which were heavenly to Peter.

Peter flipped through the contents of the folder again, and found only a few more similar pieces of paper, and their contents puzzled Peter as well.

This time the discovery was far less than he had hoped, and Peter gritted his teeth and turned on his walkie-talkie again. Without waiting for the weasel's opening sarcasm to speak, Peter reported his findings straight away.

"Okay, you take a few pictures of that document and show it to me." The weasel didn't sound much disappointed. "I'll look it up here, and maybe I'll find some clues. By the way, do you remember the license plate number of the car you tracked? ”

"W3 starts, I forgot the rest." Peter was a little embarrassed. "Wait a minute, I've taken pictures before. I'll just report it to you later."

"Okay." The weasel was a little unwilling, but he had no choice but to give up. "You search again, and if you can find more, report back to me. You'd better do more work for Lao Tzu, this time I'm out of the blue..."

"Wait." Peter suddenly remembered something. "There seem to be a few names mentioned between them, I'll report it to you, maybe it can help some."

The weasel answered, and Peter, after a moment of careful recollection, gave the names he had just heard.

The weasel was silent for a while, and after a moment spoke with a little hesitation. "The others are not very clear, but the name Mukati is somewhat familiar. If it was the same person, he would still be in prison by now. Accidental homicide and resisting arrest. If I'm not mistaken, he'd be in prison for another six or seven years. ”

"Anyway, it's a clue." Peter took his words. "Alright, I'll get back in touch later."

After nearly an hour, Peter took a cursory tour of the entire building, but found nothing. It seems that this place is an ordinary moving company, except for the dark room in the attic and the suspicious activity at night.

And all of this is more problematic. How does an ordinary moving company get involved with these seemingly outlaws? Do the employees who work here know about the activities that take place in these evenings? All of this Peter did not have an answer for the time being. But tonight's action went well enough for him to breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no fighting, no bloodshed, everything was easy. Peter carefully removed all traces of himself, and then peeked out of the second-floor window again. That's the end of tonight's mission.

Originally, Peter still wanted to call the police directly as his red mask and ask the police to confiscate all the things here and leave. However, under the weasel's advice, he dismissed the idea.

"I know you want to be a hero, but heroes don't always like to develop side plots like you." The weasel is instilling in Peter his philosophy of life. "It's just a small loss for them. You're only going to get caught in the cracks, and at that point, that's really troublesome. ”

"Firearms and bombs have only one purpose, to kill people." Peter spoke his mind. "If these things were not in their hands, at least there would be a lot fewer deaths."

The weasel scoffed disdainfully. "Cut, that little thing can be bought back for a hundred thousand dollars, and the damned people will still die after all. Besides, being targeted by such an organization that is completely hidden in the shadows, how much better will your life be? ”

Even if he didn't agree with his ideas, Peter had to admit that the other party had a point. But when he really decided to ignore the things here for the time being, he felt a little inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.