??283: Chapter 188 European Confrontation (5K8)
283: Chapter 188 European Confrontation (5K8)
“Behave yourself, or I’ll blow your brains out!”
In the second-floor private room, the mont the gun barrel was shoved into Eld’s mouth, this Royal Navy cartographer finally realized sothing was amiss.
“Hm?”
The black cloth covering Eld’s eyes was yanked off, and only then did he realize the charming Ms.
Palm Tree had disappeared, replaced by a French bandit with semi-short hair.
Ms.
Palm Tree glared with wide eyes and demanded, “Spill it!
Where is Alexander Dumas?
I’m warning you now, don’t try any tricks on , or I’ll send you straight to God!”
Eld, as if waking from a dream and whether out of embarrassnt or anger, was not scared at all; instead, he burst out swearing.
“You…
you fucking dared to deceive my feelings!”
“Deceive your feelings?” Ms.
Palm Tree was also livid, retorting, “You fucking played with my body!”
“Eh?” Eld asked in surprise, “Does that an we’re even?”
“What the fuck kind of logic is that?!”
Lying beneath the bed, the Great Dumas and Tom heard the argunt and couldn’t help muttering to each other.
“What’s going on?
Are the two of them having a row?”
“I told you, who would fall for Eld?
Probably just looking to extort him.”
“Should I go out and help him out?
If they start causing trouble here, it’s not going to be good.”
“No, don’t bother with him, let him deal with his own ss.”
Just as Tom was hesitating about intervening, suddenly there was a knock on the door.
With a creak, the door opened, and a familiar voice instantly filled the room.
“Ms.
Palm Tree, roughing him up a bit is enough, no need for deadly force.
After all, this is Mr.
Hastings’s friend, and we’re only here for Dumas.
Let’s not offend him too much in other respects.”
Ms.
Palm Tree gave Eld a teeth-grinding glare, wondering if he would have stooped this low if not for a chance to advance his position.
With a deep sigh, Ms.
Palm Tree responded with a humiliated face, “Boss, don’t worry, I know how to hold back.”
Victor only glanced around the room and soon, his gaze fell on the two chairs in front of the window.
A playful smile appeared on his face; he glanced at the room’s large bed, then back at the two chairs, “I recall this is supposed to be Mr.
Hastings’s personal lounge, right?”
Ms.
Palm Tree nodded, “Exactly, he knows how to live it up, with a bed and furniture and all.
A little sprucing up and one could live here.”
Victor turned to Vakul and asked, “If I rember correctly, our investigation revealed Mr.
Hastings hasn’t established a special relationship with any lady yet, has he?”
Vakul nodded as well, “Boss, as per your instructions, when we arrived in London, I had n follow him in turns.
That kid sticks to a three-point routine every day: Lancaster Gate, Whitehall, and the Wheatstone Music Store.
His schedule hasn’t varied for several days.
Living so regularly, and with no woman at Scotland Yard, he definitely doesn’t have ti for romance.”
Hearing this, Ms.
Palm Tree couldn’t help asking, “That’s not right, didn’t you tell
a few days ago that Hastings was with a lady in a café…”
At these words, Vakul’s heart leaped to his throat, and he hastily made eye signals to Ms.
Palm Tree, but it was already too late.
Victor’s penetrating gaze imdiately locked onto Vakul, “What’s this all about?”
Vakul felt his throat go dry, and he swallowed hard, “Boss, it’s really nothing serious.
Just an inconsequential woman, Mr.
Hastings just sat with her in a café for a while.”
Hearing this, Victor grabbed Vakul by the collar, “Damn it, why didn’t you report this sooner?
Didn’t I tell you to inform
of all intelligence, no matter how trivial?”
Vakul forced a smile, “Well, yes, boss, but I thought it best to confirm any intelligence before reporting it to you, especially since you’re so busy, right?”
“So did you confirm it?”
“That…” Vakul stamred, “I sent soone to follow that chick for two days, the first day she went to the Russian Embassy, and the next day…
the next day the person was lost…”
“You lost the trail?!”
“No, no, not the chick…”
“Oh, that’s a relief…” Victor was just relieved, but instantly, Vakul’s next words made his blood pressure rise again.
“It’s the person we sent to follow the chick who’s missing…”
“Useless!” A sense of doom rose in Victor’s heart, “That chick is definitely no easy target, you’ve been spotted by her!
Wait, you just said she went to the Russian Embassy, could she be a Russian spy?”
Vakul hurriedly tried to cover his tracks, “Boss, you’re so astute!
Our subsequent investigation indeed found out that the girl seems to work at the Embassy.”
Upon hearing this, Victor smacked Vakul with his hand in frustration, “So you’re telling
our man is in the hands of the Russians?
Do you comprehend what kind of reaction Mr.
Talleyrand would have if he knew about this?
He’ll have our heads!”
Panic gripped Vakul, and he scrambled to distance himself from the ss, “Mr.
Victor, the guy who went missing is just a local thug I hired.
Even if the Russians caught him, he wouldn’t be able to tell them anything substantial.
I believe we won’t be implicated.”
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