The violent sea brought out waves after wave, and the dark and silent sky was like an upcoming demon, spreading throughout the world with a thunderous roar with an evil roar.

Suddenly, several lightning flashed by in the dark sky, and the pale light flashed in a flash. In such a moment, the light pierced the endless darkness, and the downpour of rain illuminated the faces of several people.

"Huhhh... move quickly."

The man in the lead was tall, nearly 1.85 meters tall, and his thick arms could hardly cover his majestic like a black bear.

The other two men's bodies were much shorter, and they were even thinner than the man in the lead. While walking slowly, their feet spread out, and the center of gravity of their bodies was slightly tilted forward. It was obvious that they were two old fishermen who often worked on fishing boats.

Under such stormy weather, thin raincoats can no longer have much effect. The cold rainwater has already penetrated into their raincoats and soaked the clothes inside. For them who have been dealing with the sea for many years, the rainwater is not uncomfortable, and they are used to it. However, as December is approaching, the rainwater not only brings simple discomfort, but the sharp drop in body temperature is the biggest threat to them.

Finally, after working for a while, they finally sent the black suitcase he was carrying into the container-renovated hut. Once they closed the door, although they could not stop the rumbling lightning, they at least blocked the wind and rain outside.

The dark environment couldn't see anything clearly. The strong man as strong as a black bear fumbled in and turned on the dim light bulb.

"You guys are slow."

The moment the light bulb was turned on, the sudden sound surprised the man.

He immediately reached into his arms and took out a dagger until he saw a man sitting in the middle of the hut with the light.

It was a man with short brown hair, the towering nose of typical Mrs. Haas, and deep eye sockets, but his face was not well-defined, but a softness like an ordinary person. If he walked in the tavern, he felt that he would not have noticed this person at all.

"Are you the client?"

He realized something.

"It's me."

The low voice was a little hoarse, which was deliberately hiding one's voice. Such behavior also proved that the other party was not a novice.

"Okay, client, I've brought what you want."

The man waved his hand and the two fishermen struggled to lift the black suitcase over. The suitcase was not ordinary, and it was definitely larger than most suitcases on the market.

The client of Mrs. Haas's face stood up. He didn't look at the dagger in the man's hand. As if he didn't care about that level of threat, he went straight to the suitcase, squatted down, reached out and turned the pulley of the password, and opened it gently.

Although the lights in the cottage were a little dim, this was not enough to block everyone's sight, so the man and the two fishermen behind him saw clearly what was inside the moment the suitcase was opened.

Maybe it should be said to be a human?

A thing called human during his lifetime and corpse after his death was wrapped in a transparent plastic bag and remained motionless in a twisted posture.

The men's expression was not surprising, because this was their job.

The same was true for the two fishermen behind him, or, if they were a little curious, they had only helped to deal with the corpse before, but they had never been entrusted to take the corpse to a certain place.

"You killed him?" the man asked, a nonsense.

"Kill him?"

The client squatted next to the corpse, with a smile on his lips, and then disappeared.

"Maybe...but this may be because God's will helped me, otherwise..."

The client didn't say anything more. He reached into his arms under the man's eyes, took out a carbon steel medical scalpel, and reflected a dazzling cold light under the light.

He turned over the twisted corpse, found the neck of the corpse, pressed the sharp blade of the scalpel five centimeters below the neck, and gently cut the skin and muscle tissue.

The body that had been dead for a long time, and not much blood was leaking. The client's expression suddenly changed. He reached into his finger and touched it, murmured: "No? Why didn't there be?"

He hurriedly flipped the body and under the armpit of the body, he saw a scar that was being buckled.

"Is it here?"

The client stroked the scar with his index finger, but did not feel any obvious bulge. Even if he was unwilling to cut the scar open, he could not find what he wanted.

Seeing that the client looked dark and depressed, the man opened the wine cabinet, took out a few cups and handed them to his subordinates. The three of them poured a glass of wine and drank them separately.

The two fishermen had already started taking off their raincoats and were ready to change their wet clothes. The man was not in a hurry. He held the bottle and asked in a slightly curious tone: "So you asked us to take the body back for a long time, but we didn't find what you wanted?"

"Yes."

The client stood up suddenly and looked at the man with cold eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but you can't afford to pay at all."

The man responded to the client without fear at all with a fierce look.

"I will pay, but do you need to explain it too?"

"What to explain?" the man was stunned.

"Your men."

The client suddenly took a step forward, and the speed was so fast that the man didn't react. He reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the shortest fisherman.

"you……"

The fisherman was not in a hurry to be furious, and his big hands seemed to be almost crushed by crushing his pipa bone. He howled in pain and couldn't help but kneel down.

"What are you doing?" the man roared.

"Why are your men carrying this?"

The client took out the item in the fisherman's raincoat, an electronic product that was half the size of a palm and had a black waterproof hard shell, and the red light of the camera was still flashing.

"That's it?" The man's roar stopped abruptly. He stared at the electronics factory in a daze, and his eyes gradually showed embarrassment.

"The cr2004 camcorder produced by Tazhou Semiconductor Industry Corporation is a special version, which is expensive and is generally only provided for military and police use. So, why does one of your fishermen carry the special version of cr2004 for military and police use with you?"

The client threw the camcorder to the man, and the man took it in a hurry. After taking it carefully, he stared at his subordinates angrily: "Mako, why? I want an explanation?"

"No, no, he is slandering me, that... that's just given to me by my nephew..."

"Bang!"

The sudden gunfire shocked another fisherman, and the fisherman kneeling on the ground had empty eyes and fell to the ground without a sound, losing his voice.

Putting away the gun, the client said lightly: "A bad excuse is a waste of time."

"I should do this."

The man turned his anger to the client, "And I haven't asked clearly yet."

"When you ask clearly, you are already in prison."

The client raised his hand and looked at the watch: "Okay, you'd better handle these two bodies as fast as possible, and then leave here... and leave this country, so maybe you can survive."

He reached into his arms again, making the man nervous, but this time he took out not a weapon, but a stack of money and threw it on the table.

"Your reward."

Speaking of rewards, the man didn't care about anything and quickly walked to the table to pick up the stack of banknotes. Very good. The Crane issued by the "North Crane Community" is at least 20,000 yuan, and it is more than 70,000 yuan to exchange for lion coins from the Federal Republic of Plis, which is enough to do a lot of things.

In general, carrying a body back can make so much money, which is definitely a good business, but unfortunately one of the subordinates died...

The man thought about it again, it would be better if he died, otherwise he wouldn't know if he was touched by the police one day.

Leaving the reward, the client picked up the raincoat on the ground and was about to move away. His ears shook, and he seemed to hear something.

It is not the sound of lightning, nor the movement of a storm.

But... the violent beating from one's own heart.

What's wrong with it...

He turned his head suddenly, and his heart was in shock and a sharp pain, as if a pair of invisible hands squeezed it hard. The sudden pain was a sign he had never experienced before.

He soon knew the cause.

On the ground a few meters away, there were twisted corpses in the suitcase. The bones were originally deformed and they could not die anymore, but they moved for a moment.

Is it an illusion?

No.

The dim light bulb actually became unstable at this moment, and it kept twitching and flashing. Except for the client who turned around, the owner of the cottage, the man and the fisherman, who had not realized what had happened, they were immersed in the joy of the reward they received, and they did not raise their heads until the light bulb flashed.

What is that?

The client opened his eyes wide and stared at the front without moving.

Above the corpse of the suitcase, maybe one meter, was probably this number. A light spot that looked like a firefly appeared out of thin air. It began to be extremely weak, so weak that it was a firefly. But soon, the dazzling light was so strong that the other two were attracted.

"What is that?" the man was surprised and puzzled.

The client did not answer, nor did he know that he only knew that the intensity of the light spot had reached the luminance of the gas welding igniting the arc, so that he had to half-close his eyes.

One second? Two seconds?

Maybe lasted for three seconds.

The light spot suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared?
Chapter completed!