Tigers do not walk with sheep.

A friend of a monster is naturally also a monster.

This is something that most people know, but as an "infiltrator", Brunk seems not to know some common sayings on the "ground".

In fact, as an 'unplanned' 'infiltrator', Brunk not only chose an ordinary 'container', but also tried his best to keep himself away from other 'infiltrators'.

Including Candat, who is in charge of this plan.

Even Candat didn't know it existed.

It is the fish that slipped through the net.

Just in case.

And now, it's time for it to take action!

The final insurance for Sabi’s ‘decapitation’ plan!

With this thought in mind, Brunk drove towards the suburbs.

When he noticed the name 'Jason', he started to investigate the other party. Fortunately, the other party was well-known and the private detective he hired was very good.

Therefore, such investigations will produce results quickly.

A fairly detailed investigation report was handed over to him last night.

This investigation report details what happened from the time Jason came to Cherry City to the time when the identity of the 'mysterious person' was revealed, the friends he made, etc.

He even knew something about Edward.

As for those three friends?

A down-and-out widower lives by collecting rent from his apartment. His dog died two days ago.

A middle-aged man who was submissive in the company was not only abandoned by his wife, but also looked down upon by his daughter.

There is also a guy who hangs around various factories and docks and calls himself a detective but has never completed a single commission.

They are just a bunch of losers.

It's exactly the same as Jason who is called a writer but can't write any real works.

But unlike Jason, who has a hidden "mysterious side" identity, these guys are a group of losers, the complete and utter kind.

However, no matter how despicable a loser is, he still has a certain use.

"Kill them!"

"Stir up Jason's wrath!"

Bolanke looked at the suburban residence not far away and couldn't help but sneer.

It was obvious that Jason was worried about the safety of these "suffering" friends and asked them to move to the outskirts to avoid the possible battle tonight.

But the more this happens, the more valuable it is to kill.

Brunk stepped out of the car, carrying a submachine gun and several magazines in his hands. These were weapons that he had spent a lot of effort to obtain from special channels, costing him almost half of his wealth.

The remaining half of the property?

Naturally, it was paid to the famous detective.

At this moment, it was already penniless.

But it doesn't matter.

After this time, it is time for it to abandon this identity and appear in front of these primitive people and slaves in its former noble identity.

While thinking about it, Brunk quickened his pace.

He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Ding dong.

"Hello, is Mr. John at home?"

"I am Ma Qi, the previous resident of Apartment 3a, Room 202."

"I called you before and wanted to talk to you about my lost items. My car broke down before and I just arrived now. I'm really sorry."

Brunk said.

These are real.

The previous resident of Apartment 3a, 202, was named Madge. He also lost items and called John. This was all arranged by him. Although an ordinary 'container' restricted it, it still threatened an ordinary tenant.

It can be done.

As for after the threat is over?

Of course, get rid of it.

Only dead people keep secrets, right?

It's a pity that time is too tight, otherwise it would be able to obtain another trophy carved with a skull. It would be quite valuable to obtain such a trophy as an 'infiltrator'.

But, it doesn't matter.

In the room in front of you, there are more trophies.

Brunk's gun was pointed at the door.

It is ready to pull the trigger the moment the door opens.

However, beyond its expectation, the door did not open, only a sound came.

"The door is unlocked, please come in."

The door is not locked?

As expected, they are a group of silk lovers, and their vigilance is really poor.

Brunk, who sneered again in his heart, said: "Okay."

It holds a gun in its right hand, holds the door handle with its left hand, and is about to push the door open and enter.

But the moment its left hand grasped the door handle,

Stab!

Lightning flashed.

Electric currents as thick as a little finger surged across its body.

Almost immediately, Brunk smelled the aroma of barbecue.

Then, everything went dark.

Accompanied by the sound of Brunk's body falling.

The door opened.

The one who suddenly appeared in the field of vision was Sword and Shield Gatling.

Not one, but three!

Three Gatling swords and shields were placed crosswise, and the firepower covered all locations where the door was located.

On the second floor, a 107mm Type 95 single-barreled rocket launcher is ready to go.

John walked out from behind the rocket launcher and did not turn off the infrared autonomous sensor of the Sword and Shield Gatling. He stood at the stairwell of the second floor and looked at the fallen Brunk from a height with confusion on his face.

"Is this the guy who investigated us before?"

Brian, who was dressed in camouflage and completely blended into the color of the wall, walked out holding a grenade gun and asked simply.

"Well, it's this guy. One of my apprentices has sent the photos over before. He secretly paid to hire my detective apprentice to investigate us, and he also purchased weapons."

McCall, who emerged from the floor with the remote control of the bombing drone, nodded affirmatively.

And such a nod made Brian look confused.

There is no doubt that this is a layman.

From his behavior to his methods of doing things, he is all a layman.

Are Sabi’s ‘infiltrators’ so weak?

The three of them couldn't help but look at each other.

You know, in the afternoon, they received a call from Jason. During the phone call, Jason explained everything about the Sabi people in detail, especially the 'infiltrators', which he focused on.

Then, one of McCall's apprentices sent word that someone was investigating them.

Combining the two, the three of them guessed something almost at the same time.

Therefore, after letting the non-combatants enter the shelter from the basement, they all got ready.

Necessary weapons, ammunition and special heavy weapons are ready.

It's just that the results seemed to be different from what they expected.

“Will it ‘do as the Romans do in town’?”
To be continued...