I'm A Detective In The Beauty World

Chapter 542

Luo Yaman is a top mercenary, not to mention a black African, but he is very skilled in firearms, electronics, computers, close combat and so on. At the moment he was standing in the bathroom of the hotel, looking at his back in the mirror.

Luo Yaman didn’t know how he got here, and he lay in this hotel room after he woke up. But even though he didn’t know where he was, he keenly felt something strange in his body.

Through the mirror, Luo Yaman saw that there was a slight red wound on his back near the cervical spine. He gently pressed the wound behind him, and he could feel that something small but hard was hidden underneath.

Judging by experience, Luo Yaman believes that the implanted in his body should be some kind of GPS positioning device, the purpose is to monitor himself, so as to grasp his own movements anytime and anywhere.

It’s a normal small method, but there is no rule in the game rule that players can’t take out the locator by themselves.

Luo Yaman observed carefully, the location of the wound is very clever, it is difficult to touch both hands at the same time, it is difficult for ordinary people to take out the contents by themselves. However, it was not difficult for Luo Yaman. He took out the scissors, tweezers, needle and thread, etc. from the first aid kit, first disinfected them with alcohol, and then stretched his arms backwards, only to hear the sound of “kaka” bone loosening. , His arms twisted into an incredible curve.

Then Luo Yaman relied on the reflection in the mirror, skillfully holding the scissors to open the wound that was not completely healed, and quickly took out an item with only the File size of the pinky fingernail from the wound with tweezers, and the item was still flashing red. Light.

Luo Yaman looked through it a few times, and then threw it into his mouth casually, then sutured himself with a needle and thread, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room with his weapon.

He needs to create a puppet and use this puppet to attract the enemy’s attention.

However, Luo Yaman did not expect that his every move would fall into the eyes of those who watched the game.

An audience member raised his hand and questioned the host Tommy: “Is this not against the rules?”

Tommy shrugged: “Not breaking the rules and making good use of the loopholes in the rule depends on the skill of each contestant. After all, not everyone can take out the locator without hindrance.”

Others looked at the screen, and as expected, of the 30 contestants, Luo Yaman alone took out the locator.

Tommy snapped his fingers and said with a smile: “Well, all the players are now awake. Then before the eight mission goals are released, everyone can bet a wave. The minimum bet is one million, and the maximum is 10 million… Remember, the earlier the betting time, the higher the odds. Please place your bets.”

The men below laughed and took out their mobile phones one after another, looking at the screen while typing in numbers. Soon the betting rate of each player was ejected on the screen. As expected, the betting rate of Loyaman who took out the locator was the highest.

“It seems that everyone likes Loyaman who takes the initiative to attack, haha, then we will release eight mission targets to see if everyone sees it accurately?”

Tommy made a gesture to his subordinates and immediately sent a message to all the players’ mobile phones.

Luo Yaman looked at the message he had just received on the phone. There were only eight face photos on it. Needless to say, these were the eight mission targets he needed to assassinate.

Well, there are men and women, they all look ordinary people.

but……

His eyes circled in the bar, and now the genius is just bright, the bar is deserted, there are not many people, and naturally there are no eight mission targets.

However, Luo Yaman had chosen a better puppet.

A priest with red eyes, stumblingly opened the door and walked in, went directly to the front desk of the bar, and beckoned to the bartender: “Hi, Ronnie, give me a glass of whiskey.”

The bartender said badly, “Father, it’s only eight o’clock in the morning. I suggest you go for a cup of coffee and have some breakfast.”

The priest said weakly, “Come on, Ronnie, I must have a drink to lift my spirits.”

The bartender snorted, took out a ledger from under the counter and threw it in front of the priest: “Want to have a drink? No problem, as long as the priest settles the previous accounts, then you can have a drink.”

“Oh my God, don’t be like this, Ronnie, we are so familiar, why bother now.” The priest looked at the thick ledger and said helplessly, “Please give me a while, yes, just a few days. Soon the Vatican’s subsidy will be issued, and I will pay you back at that time.”

“Shut up, Chius, you rubbish, if you didn’t rely on your father, how could you become the priest of this small town?” the bartender yelled, “Look at how you are now, alcohol and prostitutes Decadent, no way is like a priest.”

He put away the account book and gave Qius a vicious push: “Fuck off, Father, if it weren’t for the clothes you’re wearing, I’ll beat you up, I swear!”

Qius was pushed directly to the ground by the bartender, and he couldn’t get up after falling to the ground for a long time. None of the surrounding diners came forward to help, but showed a mocking smile. Some people even shouted: “Father, can I go to pray now? Ah, I forgot, you are not awake from the wine, don’t you know where the keys to the church are?”

“Ha ha……”

The bar was roaring with laughter.

Chus seemed to be used to all of this, tried to get up, walked to a single table, and beckoned to the waiter: “Hey, Julie, here’s a cup of coffee and a sandwich.”

With a cold face, the waiter threw the plate onto the table. The sandwiches on the plate slipped out and almost fell to the floor. Qius helplessly said: “Where is there coffee?”

The waiter pointed to the coffee pot not far away: “Pour it yourself, drink as much as you want, anyway, you know, priest, coffee is free.”

Chus put the sandwich back on the plate, walked to the coffee pot, and poured himself a cup of coffee. As a result, he had just turned around when a black man came over and just hit one another, and the coffee splashed Chus all over.

“Sorry, Father, it was my fault, I didn’t pay attention.”

Luo Yaman hurried to hold on to Qius, with a sincere apology on his face.

Qius wasn’t angry. He seemed to be numb to everything around him. He shook his head and said, “Forget it, it’s okay. Coffee is free anyway.”

With that, he poured another cup of coffee, sat back in his seat, and drank the coffee slowly.

Loyaman asked for a glass of black whiskey at the front desk, took it and walked to Chus’s side, put the glass on the table, and patted Chuss shoulder: “This glass is my apocalypse, priest, after all, my mother often educates I always need to be in awe of the priest.”

Qius opened his eyes in surprise: “Oh, it’s great…cough cough, I mean, God protects you, young man, I will bless you on behalf of Heavenly Father.”

Royas smiled: “As long as you are happy, Father.”

With that, he walked to the bathroom behind the bar.

Seeing Royas leaving, Qius eagerly picked up the glass and drank it, but the dark drinking water seemed to have something in it, choking Qius. He quickly picked up the sandwich again, swallowed it, hammered his chest hard, and let out a long breath.

“Woo…what’s that? Ice cubes?”

Qius shook his head without thinking, and drank the remaining coffee before he got up and left the bar staggeringly.

Royas slowly followed out of the bar, and a red dot was constantly flashing on the screen of his mobile phone. After a short time, two red dots appeared on the screen, and the two red dots were quickly approaching Qius.