Marvel’s Death Merchant

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Russia is relatively cool in the morning, but it will become freezing cold during the day or noon. However, the locals have long been accustomed to this cold climate, and the temperature difference between day and night is relatively large.

Chris stood in front of the window of his room and looked at the not-busy street. He carried a toothbrush and a toothbrush to clean his teeth. The Louis Hotel is located in the suburbs, so there is no hustle and bustle of the city.

There was a minor earthquake at the hotel last night. Fortunately, Jill woke up Alice in time, which also caused a lot of trouble for the hotel. Almost all the glass products in the room were spared. For this reason, Chris spent part of the money Wesker gave him for the trip.

Jill's sleep is an occupational disease. Even if she is sleeping, she must be alert to potential dangers. There was no quilt, so the trousers were wrinkled unevenly. There was nothing she could do, so she took out another pair from her travel bag and changed into them.

All of Chris' questions were directed at Wesker. What kind of friend is this? ? He didn't even come out to greet him in person. But Wesker seemed to have disappeared, not replying to any emails he sent, and not answering international long-distance calls. It's like leaving it up to us to figure it out ourselves, and that's some very special characteristics.

"Beep...beep" came the waiting voice. Jill was a little overwhelmed.

"Hello? Who are you? Hello?..." A familiar voice came from the phone. Jill couldn't stand it any longer. She hung up the phone and leaned next to her and cried. She might not have enough courage to face the thought that she Barry had already sacrificed, and Jill felt a little aggrieved and had complicated inner feelings. But Alice was also happy to hear Barry's voice.

"Okay, okay. It's okay." Alice patted Jill's shoulder, and they cried harder. Alice immediately raised her hands, "Oh! Oh! Don't. Don't, don't do this. I... am not very good at comforting people. So this is not good, okay?" Looking at Jill's crying face, Alice still said comfortingly.

Yesterday, Chris still didn't learn the identity of the person from the owner of Louis Hotel. The owner only said that the person who made the reservation should inform them that a car would pick them up in the morning. Chris breathed a sigh of relief to finally see a living person.

However, this morning is about to pass, but there is still no movement. Chris was sleeping in again, and no one wanted to disturb him, so he snored loudly on the sofa in the living room. A few people stayed in the reception room, waiting for the person to pick them up. Liang chatted with the boss, and Alice continued to read the magazine she had taken off the plane. Claire and Jill chatted about trivial matters from their past together.

The roar of the car engine outside the hotel attracted everyone's attention. Two large black off-road vehicles were parked outside the hotel. The suspension system of the car was as high as a four-legged monster. The car door opened, and three men in neat black suits walked out. They looked like bodyguards and all wore sunglasses. Two of them stood in front of the car with their hands hanging down, looking around. The other one was also the windiest one. He was as big as a red tank and must be as strong as an ox, walking toward the hotel.

Chris looked at the big man who came in. The bald head resembled Barry's thick mustache, and there was a deep scar on the left side of his face. He could definitely win the United States Championship at his size. He came to Chris, who was talking to the boss at the counter, and said, "Mr. Charlie, we are here to pick you up." His tone was stiff and not friendly, with a strong Russian accent. After speaking, the stranger extended Chris's right hand.

Chris, whose pseudonym is Charlie, said, "Yes, hello." Chris shook his hand. "You can call me Weaver. Pack your luggage quickly. My car and I don't want to wait too long." After finishing speaking, Weaver applied to the hotel owner for check-out procedures.

Everyone else was woken up. When he saw the off-road vehicle outside the door and the strong man opposite, he knew that the luggage was most likely being loaded into the trunks of the two vehicles. Several people got into the off-road vehicle respectively. Leon and Chris sat in Weaver's car, and the rest sat in another car.

The air conditioner is on in the car. It seems cooler. "Where to go?" Chris asked Weaver, who was sitting in the front seat, "Destination location." Weaver answered more firmly and did not look back. "Are you the friend Wesker mentioned?" Chris then asked, "Don't ask too many questions, this is not your main concern." Weaver dismissed the question. "Hey, you have the right to let us know where to go, right?" I couldn't stand it at first.

Weaver didn't answer. Chris patted Leon on the shoulder, meaning there was no need to be in trouble with him. Jill in the car behind asked the same question, but the driver didn't intend to answer her clearly.

The atmosphere in the car was quite depressing along the way. No one spoke. The two cars were also silent. After all, the driver was not friendly. A highway sign flashed outside the window, saying it was 354 kilometers away from the target.

Chris was woken up again while he was sleeping and stretched. He didn't know how long the car had been driving. I found that the car was parked in a large, clean warehouse without a trace of dust. The light through the top window was dim, and the cars behind me also came in. Before he was fully conscious, he was pulled out of the car by Chris. In front of him, there were more than a dozen armed bodyguards standing around and surrounding the car.

At this time, a man and a woman came over from the opposite side. "Gentlemen and ladies, please cooperate with the security inspection." Weaver said to everyone. It was clear that the man and woman were here for a body search. After the inspection, the man and woman nodded to Weaver. "Sir, if you want to see you, please come with me." Weaver said.

I followed Weaver through the passage on the side of the warehouse. There was no light in the passage, so it was relatively dark. Go up the stairs to the second floor. This warehouse is tidy and the iron stairs are spotless. There are still the same number of bodyguards on the second floor. I guess the person who came to see our "sir" is not good and may have slipped into the tiger's mouth. Reese didn't know the origin of this group and dared not draw any conclusions.

There is only one spacious corridor on the second floor, and there is a armed bodyguard every five or six steps. The paint on the corridor walls has peeled off, and plaster has fallen off the ceiling, but it is still polished and spotless. It seems that this warehouse was abandoned and was briefly renovated later.

Weaver gestured to the bodyguards on both sides of the wooden door to open the door. The bodyguards spoke Russian into the door, and an unintelligible native language also came from the door. The wooden door opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door seemed to be an attendant, in a suit and tie. The room inside was large and spacious, with sunlight shining through the gaps in the closed blinds around it. There is a fan light on the roof, which is not very bright, lighting the entire room, and there is a fur carpet on the floor. There was a conference table in the center of the room. In the center of the table, sitting in the chair of the conference, was a man with his back to everyone. He was surrounded by armed guards who were all staring at the four people.

ps.5.15 It’s raining red envelopes at “Starting Point”! Starting from 12 noon, you will grab one round every hour, and a big wave of 515 red envelopes will depend on your luck. You all go grab it, and continue to subscribe to my chapters with the starting points you grabbed! (To be continued.)