I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

"This dead ghost, still knows to go home?"

Looking at the concealed door, Mrs. Smith-Jane, biting her silver teeth bitterly, pushed open the door angrily and walked in.

"Smith, you bastard, it's getting worse and worse. Don't go home all day and night, don't even make a phone call, don't you want to pass it, let's just..."

Jane closed her mouth abruptly, because standing in the living room was a man in black that she had never seen before.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith," the man smiled. "You can call me Roar the conductor."

"The conductor?" Jane's hand was already holding the small pistol in the bag, frowning, "How did you get in?"

"It's very simple. Open the door and walk in with the key you hid under the flowerpot outside the door."

The conductor took out a key, shook it, and gently placed it on the side table.

Jane snorted and said coldly: "Do you know that this is an illegal invasion of a private house? If you don't leave, I will call the police."

"Call the police?" The conductor smiled, "Are you sure you have a good idea, how to explain to the police why there are so many weapons hidden in this villa?"

Jane squinted, took out a pistol and pointed at the conductor: "Say, who are you?"

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, the conductor smiled calmly: "Don't get excited, Mrs. Smith, I'm here for your husband this time."

"Smith?" Jane's heart moved. "Do you know him? What's the relationship between you two?"

"It doesn't matter, let alone getting to know each other. I just met once last night and thought Mr. Smith was a man of work. It's just a pity..."

The conductor shook his head with a look of regret: "Such elite talents should not waste their lives in bars, but spend them on a greater cause."

As he said, the conductor pointed to Jane: "And the source of his degeneration is you, a beloved woman who makes him never forget!"

Jane trembled, and a trace of badness emerged in her heart. She gritted her teeth and said: "Are you here to get rid of me?"

The conductor nodded.

"Then... does he know about this?"

"I still do not know yet."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief when she heard these words, but the train conductor's next sentence made her nervous again.

"... But at night, he should know it!"

Jane sneered: "Since you know my identity, and dare to come alone, you are too underestimating me."

"Really?" The conductor gently shook his head, "Women, that's too naive."

The pupils of Jane's eyes suddenly widened, and at this moment, the conductor rushed in front of her, stretched out her hand to pinch her neck and raised it up.

The conductor took the pistol in Jane's hand and looked at Mrs. Smith who was unable to struggle. He sneered, "Relax, I won't kill you. After all, if a man wants to grow up, he should be able to make the right choice by himself."

Jane struggled: "You... are you going to force Smith to kill me?"

The conductor smiled: "I have to admit that women are indeed smarter than men at some point."

Jane seemed to be struggling desperately, but in fact she quietly stretched her hands into her jacket pockets. But just as she put it in her pocket, the conductor's hand slightly squeezed her into a faint.

"Poison?" The conductor Cong Jian took out a seemingly ordinary capsule in his jacket pocket, sniffed it in front of his nose, shook his head and said, "In order to let me lose the bargaining chip that threatens Smith, I want to commit suicide?"

He shook his hand and threw the capsule into his mouth, chewing it like chewing gum: "This is also a manufacturable material, but it's a pity... Our business never accepts women..."

***

"Honey, I'm dying, have you cooked?"

Skoff pushed open the door, looked at the empty room, and wondered: "Weird, where are we going again? Did you go to the restaurant to pack?"

Wick suddenly pulled him back, drew his pistol, and pointed it vigilantly into the room. After walking in slowly, he glanced down at the table placed in the living room, frowned and said, "That guy has been here."

Skoff walked forward quickly, looked down, and saw the latest subway timetable on the desktop.

And on today’s date, clearly circle a circle with a red pen.

At this moment, Smith's cell phone rang, he took it out and took a look, his face changed drastically.

This is a text message with only three names: "Jane, Helen, Maya!"

"Damn it!" Smith threw the phone to Wick, gritted his teeth, "That guy has not only been here, he has been to our house. God, how does he know our details?"

"You can't kill a gun. It's not surprising to know something else."

After Wick read the text message, his expression did not seem to change, but Smith's phone was directly squeezed by him.

"The message is clear," Wick clapped his hands and picked up the timetable on the table. "He wants us to board the midnight train today, otherwise..."

Otherwise, Wick needless to say, Smith and Skoff are also very clear.

"What are you waiting for?"

Skoff rushed into the kitchen and ran back with a kitchen knife: "Go hard, I will save Maya even if I die."

"Just rely on the small knife in your hand?" Wick snorted and looked at Smith. "We need more powerful weapons."

Smith's eyes flushed, and he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

The three men could afford to eat there, and immediately drove to Smith's house.

When the three of them just got out of the car and Smith took the lead to walk towards the villa, a neighbor next to him ran over and said loudly, "Hey, man, why didn’t you come to the community gathering last night? It’s not okay. In our community, monthly gatherings are very important. This is us..."

Smith, Wick, and Skoff turned their heads at the same time and looked at him coldly.

Looking at the three pairs of emotionless eyes, the man shuddered for some reason, and quickly changed his words: "...In fact, it is not that important. It is just that we men are looking for excuses to drink... That huh, my gas at home It's okay, I'll go back first, you are busy..."

With that, the guy turned around and ran, and when he ran into his garden, he even fell. In this way, he didn't dare to look back, and rushed into his own home in one breath, closing the door tightly.

Smith snorted, took Wick to his garage and opened the secret door.

After the three of them walked down the stairs, looking at the basement full of weapons, Skoff couldn't help but swallow: "Man, although I haven't asked, I can't help it anymore. What do you...what do you do? "

Smith reached out and picked up a rocket, and said coldly, "High level financial advisor!"

"..." Skoff looked at Wick again, holding a shotgun and clicking on the bullet, "Then what do you always do?"

Wick threw the shotgun full of bullets to Skoff, and said coldly: "Costume designer!"

Skoff felt the cold body of the gun in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, freelance photographers. Many of our colleagues are doing the same jobs as you, so they will get used to it in the future."

Smith said impatiently: "Wick, is 20 kilograms of TNT enough? I'll let the company logistics send some more if it is not enough."

"It's almost there." Wick looked at the big guy standing in the corner. "How much do you have in stock for this thing?"

Smith glanced at it and smiled sensibly: "Five shots!"

Wick nodded: "Bring it all!"

Skoff came over and saw a line of black letters "FIM-92" sprayed on the emerald green box.

"Stinger" individual portable air defense missile!

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