Tied to the chair was not Monroe's driver, but a South American man in his forties. In addition to one black man, there were three white men in their thirties who were watching him.

After seeing that it was not Mu Yinan, Ah Cuo lost interest in staying here. When he turned around, he had to go back the way he came, or as the private detective said, call the police after he went out, and let the police deal with it.

Just as Aco had turned around and walked a few steps, he suddenly heard the phrase "Night" and "Sabah" from the conversation between two of the white men. Neither of them spoke English, but the two words were immediately audible.

If you can name Sabah and Dark Night, these people are no ordinary kidnappers. Ah Cuo began to be curious again, and now hid on a shelf full of goods, listening to what these people are about.

Seven or eight minutes later, the black man, who had not spoken, suddenly received a phone call. He spoke in English to the person on the other end of the line, "Yes, his contact is already in our hands." This guy has already confessed, he and Svensson have received money from the Sassoon family behind their backs. Now Svensson, whether he wants to save him or kill him, is going to come out and show his face. ”

At this point, the black man paused, took out his cigarette and lit it, and then continued to the person on the other end of the phone: "The person who is staring at Svensson has received news that he has boarded the plane to Singapore. We'll be here in six hours, when will our Adepts arrive? Already there? In what place? ”

"I'm here ......" Before the black man's voice could finish speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Ah Cuo: "I also found a small mouse hidden in the corner......"

The moment the voice was remembered, a cool breath rushed down Ah Cuo's back to the top of his head. I'm a cautious person.,Plus after coming in, I'm very careful.。 When there was one more person behind him, he didn't even know at all. However, the astonishment was stunned, and Ah Cuo still reacted immediately. At this time, he didn't have time to sense this person's ability, he directly poked out the hand that held the pistol from under his armpit, and the position where he spoke to the person was two shots.

"Smack!" At the same time as the two gunshots rang out, Ah Cuo had already turned around quickly. There's a wall behind you, and who's there?

However, the sound of gunfire had already alarmed the three white and one black, and the four of them pulled out their guns almost at the same time. Facing the location where Ah Cuo was hiding was a shuttle, and except for the black man who had a Glock pistol in his hand, the other three whites each had a slight charge. If it hadn't been for Ah Cuo's first step to lie down, he would have been beaten into dice the moment he shot.

After falling to the ground, Ah Cuo rolled under the shelves and shot one of the white men in the foot. When the man was wounded and fell to the ground, Ah Cuo shot him in the head again. After killing the man, he immediately turned his gun at the other man's feet.

"Little mice can also bite," the voice just now remembered from behind Ah Cuo's back again. Just as he raised his hand to shoot at the back, his body suddenly froze. His hand holding the gun was already reaching his back, but he couldn't move his fingers. I kept this posture and watched the people on the other side running over.

The three men ran over and cursed and punched and kicked Ah Cuo. After a while, there was a sound of a bolt pulling. The three of them wanted to kill Ah Cuo to vent their anger, and at this moment, the cold voice sounded again: "Keep this little mouse, maybe he can catch Andreas. Monroe, the big fish. ”

"Monroe in the night? Just by this Chinese? The black man didn't believe the man's words, but in an instant, he finally recognized who the person who had just been kicked by himself was: "He is Lin Zun's son...... Monet, use him to make a deal to force Sabah to withdraw the order to hunt Sassoon......"

"You're such a wasteful person, but don't worry about old Sassoon anymore, he's saved his life." The cold voice snorted with some disdain, and then continued: "Just this morning, Dark Night and the Sassoon family have reached an agreement. Dark Night gives up the pursuit of the Sassoons, and at the same time, the Sassoons will issue a statement to draw a line with the Fog Hide, and will bear all the costs of Dark Night's removal of the Fog Hide. ”

When the man said the end, the mood of those people suddenly went down. Needless to say, they already knew that they were people from the fog, and knowing such a battle situation, no one would feel comfortable in their hearts. But that's not the worst of it, after hearing the words behind that voice, they know what it's like to be someone else's target.

"The consequences of killing those people in the dark night last time have come out, and after Sabah has pacified Sassoon, he announced that he will no longer accept the surrender of Wuyin. After catching the person in the fog, there is no second way out except to execute him. Before I arrived, I received the news that our companion hiding in Brussels had just been found by the hermits of the night, and that all seventeen of them had died, and that the name of Kimura had been engraved on the forehead of one of the dead bodies. The companions hiding in other places are already in disarray, and it is only a matter of time before the night finds them. Even if you are lucky enough to escape, you will have to spend the rest of your life in the horror of being hunted down. ”

"Dead ......" The black man took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff hard, hesitated for a long time, and said in the direction of the voice: "You capable people still have the possibility of escaping, and we ordinary people have to wait for death?" ”

"If you want to save yourself, there is only one way now." The cold voice said to Ah Cuo, who was still lying on the ground and maintaining a posture: "Boss, with all your strength, if you kill Sabah, we still have the possibility of turning the tables while there is civil strife in the dark night." This young man is the best bait to take out Sabah......"

Speaking of this, the cold voice smiled without warning, and after a pause, he continued: "Someone saw Sabah take him to the Swiss Alps before, and many people have witnessed that Sabah took special care of Lin Cuo. We only need to disguise this Chinese as if he was seriously injured and send him back to the headquarters in the dark night, and Sabah will definitely appear to see Lin Cuo for the last time. At that time, as long as a bomb is installed in his body, if he is lucky, I don't know if it is Sabah, and there may be characters in the four of them who will also be affected, in that way, it is not impossible to take advantage of the chaos to uproot the entire dark night. ”

These few words brought hope to these people again, but the cold voice said again: "This is not in a hurry, after dealing with Svensson first, inform Kimura that we have caught Lin Cuo and let him make a detailed plan." ”

After that, the cold voice stopped talking. The black man took the remaining two white men to find the long wooden box of his brother and put Ah Cuo in it first. Then he went back to where he had been, and continued to wait for the night called Svensson to come.

Ah Mistaken fell in the wooden box, and although he couldn't move now, his consciousness was still very clear. Just as he had spoken in a cold voice, he sensed that it was an ability that could hold any creature or object in place. After copying this ability, Ah Cuo tried a few times but couldn't get himself back to his activities. It seems that only that cold voice can keep him moving.

The position of the large wooden box with Ah Cuo was facing the direction of those people. Through the gaps between the wooden planks, you can still see the people on the other side of the street.

About a few hours later, the black man received another phone call. After hanging up the phone, he said something to the two white men beside him. Then the three of them quickly checked the guns on their bodies, and estimated that the time should be that the dark night called Svensson arrived, and the air around those people began to tense.

After another half or so hours, there was a push for the door of the warehouse in the distance, followed by a footstep getting closer, and a soft-sounding voice said in English, "I'm Svensson, who wants to see me?" ”