On the evening of July 28, it was nine o'clock.

The bar cowboy door was pushed open and banged against the wall.

A bearded man in a green coat walked through the dim lights of the hall and the sparse crowd of guests in the hallways to the bar, knocking on the table at the handsome bartender in a black vest.

"Two whiskeys, on the rocks."

The bartender placed two pale yellow glasses in front of him, and the man waved to the waitress in the apron in the hallway.

Syllable!

Stuff tips, pat your ass, and do it all in one go.

"Give this to the guests in Box 3."

The waiter smiled and picked up the whiskey and entered the box.

The bearded man stared at the remaining glass in front of him and hesitated for two seconds.

"Well, the state of transformation is not considered a broken ring, right?"

He took a sip and savored it slowly.

A quarter of an hour later, at nine o'fifteen.

Dean put down his empty glass, walked out of the bar door and into the back alley, pulled out an oiled paper bag from the garbage can, threw the black tape-wrapped package in his arms, and turned to leave.

Two minutes later.

Another bald-headed, meaty-faced, stiff-faced man came to the dumpster, tucked the black package into his trench coat, and drove his Dodge into the alley next to the bar...

Almost at the same time, on the roof of the bar, Dean with a bearded face put away the five thousand knives that had been counted in the oiled paper bag, and flew into the night like a bat.

Dean was thirty meters in the air, quietly following Dodge below.

The car was not driving fast, but he deliberately chose the narrow and branching path between the buildings to keep turning around, and if he had changed to driving to follow, Dean was 100% sure that he would be completely thrown off in a daze in less than five minutes.

But now he is flying in the night sky, looking down from above, his vision is unprecedentedly wide, and the Dodge who deliberately detours is like a mouse in a maze in his eyes, accelerating, steering, changing cars... In vain and funny.

The bald man drove Dean around for ten minutes and stopped outside a small two-story building on the side of the road.

I got out of the car, took out the key and opened the door, walked quickly through the empty living room to the bathroom, my hands on my face quickly, and my body groped.

He began to "magic".

A large trench coat and jeans are stacked on the floor.

Then the muscle-like rubber pads on the arms, thighs, chest and abdomen peeled off, revealing smooth and delicate skin, and butterfly tattoos looming on the waist and buttocks.

In the end, he pulled up from the double-headed eagle tattoo on his neck, took off a flesh-colored rubber hood, and shook his neck back - the long golden hair on the back of his head fluttered like a cloud, and the bald guy with a strong body, a face full of flesh and a vicious appearance, became a blonde and blue-eyed woman in the blink of an eye, with slender limbs but an S-shaped chest, waist and hip curves, and facial features with both Eastern softness and Western atmosphere, sexy and glamorous.

Dean, who was quietly squatting on the roof and peeking at it, was dumbfounded,

"Macho man becomes a beauty, this disguise technique is godly, and he deserves to be a professional."

It only took half a minute to cross-dress, and the beautiful woman threw the changed clothes into the timed washing machine and stirred wildly, put on a light blue dress again, carried a handbag with a black package and the rest of the sundries, and quickly jumped out of the bathroom window to the outside.

A fashionable and elegant modern girl walks to the side of the road.

Dean continued flight tracking.

The woman walked along the street for about half an hour, almost reaching the limit of 50 minutes of Dean's flight time, and finally entered a small two-story villa at 59 Elm Street.

Dean was lying on his stomach in a bush twenty meters away from the house, and God's perspective swept through a number of surveillance cameras in hidden corners around the house, and if he got closer, he would definitely be caught by the camera.

He could only observe the inside of the house from a distance.

In the hall on the first floor, there were two sturdy male bodyguards with holsters under their armpits and their hands on their waists, and after a detailed search of the woman, they let her go down the stairs into the basement.

The basement has a cave, and it's a small research institute.

God's perspective swept all kinds of complex and sophisticated electronic instruments such as monitors, radios, and walkie-talkies, and several bookish men sat in front of the instruments, wearing headphones-like equipment, listening to something seriously and earnestly, and recording two strokes with a pen from time to time.

"Is this eavesdropping on the mayor and the police station?" Di An's head moved.

In the view, another burly man with a walrus-like beard and a rocky face shook hands with the newly arrived girl, took the black package in her hand, and took out the building structure and spread it out on the table.

The two began to talk.

Dean, who was eavesdropping in the distance, was stunned.

The language he heard was not familiar English, but a coarse, masculine language that sounded a bit like a roar.

After chattering for a long time, Dean couldn't understand a word.

Until finally, a familiar word popped out of the mouth of the bearded man - Davarishi (comrades).

It dawned on him that

"Isn't this Russian? So this group of guys is a big goose, oh no, there are no big geese yet, they are spies sent by Su Lian to Lao Mei. ”

"What do they want to do?"

Dean stared at the men and women in the basement who were excitedly discussing the building's structural diagrams,

"They're hiding in Hawkinstown, bribing Feodore and Joshua, and monitoring the mayor and sheriff, all in order to steal secret information from this thirteen-story building?"

Dean thought so, and Joshua's obsession progress jumped to eighty percent.

"I had to figure out where the building was. Uncle is from Old Hawkins, maybe he knows something? ”

After that, after eavesdropping for a long time, Dean, who really couldn't understand Russian, kept the hideout at 59 Elm Street in mind and quietly left.

……

Early the next morning.

Dean and Paqui asked a question as they enjoyed a hearty breakfast,

"What's the biggest building in town?"

"It's not clear how many times you've followed Jonathan? It's not a shopping mall. Paqui lifted the fork with half of the egg and tapped his brain,

"In Las Vegas, the Hawkins mall is too small to be on the stage." Dean sighed in disappointment, "There is no taller building?" ”

"What kind of high-rise do you want in a small country place?" Hearing that his hometown was being belittled, Pa Kui glared at his nephew dissatisfied, "Tired of seeing good mountains and rivers so quickly?" ”

"No, I was bored some time ago, didn't I learn photography from Jonathan?" Dean casually took out a Pentax ME-Super and shook it, "But the town is almost done, I want to take a few photos in a different style." ”

Paqui was silent for a few seconds and said hesitantly,

"Actually, there's a place that fits your requirements. But photography is not allowed there, and it's not in Hawkinstown. ”

"Where?"

"Remember what I told you before?" A flash of memory flashed across Paqui's face, "There was a time when our family had an old house in Hawkins, and then your grandmother died, and your mother Lena and I were so sad that we sold the house to the government and moved to Las Vegas with the money to work hard. ”

"Later, a new building was built on the land where our old house was located, and it became the largest building in the town today – the Hawkins National Energy Laboratory."

"But it has been established for twenty or thirty years, and it has been hidden in the forests of the northern suburbs, and there is no movement, and it is not a middle-aged and elderly person of a certain age like me, who does not know its existence at all."

Hawkins National Energy Laboratory?

Forest in the northern suburbs!

Dean blinked, a smile of excitement on his lips, and his mind flashed back to the architectural diagram of the black package from yesterday.

"What does this lab study?"

"I've heard a few old guys talk about it, and it's basically about working on technologies like fossil fuels and nuclear power generation..."

Seeing Dean's look full of interest, Hope looked at him with a pair of majestic eyes for two seconds, and said sharply, "Control your curiosity, find Tyree Ives honestly, don't go near the lab!" ”

"I don't want to lie to you, this laboratory is inextricably linked to the government, and there may be some big company behind it."

"If you dare to come close and take pictures, you will be arrested as a spy 100 percent. The only thing I can do when the time comes is to erect an unmarked tombstone for you in Hawkins' cemetery. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid!"

Dean swore his promises.

Wait until Paqui goes out to work.

He turned around and pedaled out of town on a bicycle, driving along the forest in the wilderness to the north, and then turned on God's perspective and searched around the forest for three hours.

Finally, in the beautiful and peaceful suburbs of Hawkins, in the midst of a forest surrounded by ancient trees and greenery, a mysterious building was unveiled to Dean.

It is located deep in the jungle and is connected by only one road.

Heavily guarded, surrounded by a ring of barbed wire with sharp spikes, reflecting a dazzling silver light in the morning sun.

In addition, a bright surveillance camera is installed above the iron fence at intervals, which monitors all movements outside the network in almost all directions.

Inside the barbed fence, you can even see security personnel with guns patrolling back and forth.

Dean pushed his bicycle and hid in the bushes together, looking at it from a distance.

In the center of the iron fence sat a gray behemoth made of reinforced concrete, more than ten stories high, and every window was sealed with cement, so that the interior could not be seen, like a sleeping beast crawling on the ground, devouring everything.

Even the sunlight falling on it is absorbed, without a trace of reflection.

At the gate of the entire park, there is a door sign that reads "Hawkins National Energy Laboratory".

"The laboratory, the prison is almost the same, and there is a high probability that the Su Lian spy at 59 Elm Street is secretly monitoring this building." Dean tried to peek into the lab building from God's perspective, but unfortunately it was more than thirty meters away from the surrounding iron fence and could not see the inside.

"It seems that you can only secretly use your telekinesis to rise into the air at night, evade the surveillance, and sneak up to the roof to see what secrets are hidden in this place that make spies so fanatical."

……

(End of chapter)