Chapter 1204 Stealing the Sky for Another Day

Khalej is a fat man of medium build, with a kind face and a smile on his face. He speaks and behaves casually, and his hands are particularly generous, and people who associate with him always feel like a spring breeze. It is also because he is good at dancing with long sleeves that his influence spreads all over the high level of the Syrian government and he has a lot of friends.

However, Khalej also has many enemies. He attaches great importance to his own security forces, and is very suspicious, rarely contacting outsiders. Especially in Syria, where roadside bombs are everywhere, he is particularly worried that he will be assassinated.

This black market in Damascus is one of Khalej's secret nest villas, where he hoards a large amount of wealth he has collected throughout his life, and is also closely guarded by his loyal guards. Only here he feels safe.

"What's the matter today?" Harlej sat down on the sofa in his living room, like sinking into a big potato. Compared with the dilapidated and messy market outside, his Secret Nest villa is magnificently built, with all kinds of expensive furniture and home appliances from Europe, and luxury goods can be seen everywhere.

A servant kneels on the ground to remove Khalej's shoes, while another delivers a freshly made cocktail. And the host took a sip and turned to look at the butler standing aside.

The housekeeper bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully: "Dear Harlej, you have twelve groups of guests today, and I have rejected four less important ones for you, and you need to meet the rest in person. One of them is from Israel. Customers have been waiting for a long time."

Harlej chewed the olive in the cocktail, and spat out the pit and dregs. He stepped on the servant who was picking up the fruit cores, and cursed fiercely: "These Jewish vampires are always dissatisfied. I have given in too much."

Harlej’s gestures, movements, conversations with different people in the living room, and even his demeanor when receiving guests from all sides, all this information was captured by a mechanical fly. This mechanical fly has been following him since he got off the car, and it is now silently collecting information in a corner of the living room.

Messages from Harrij, messages from the steward, messages from the servants, messages from the guards, messages from the visitors. During the first three days when Zhou Qingfeng was lurking and waiting, a total of more than ten similar mechanical flies sneaked into Haleji's lair. Now the most important person has finally appeared.

A large amount of information was collected into Zhou Qingfeng's digital helmet, and the computer began to analyze the characters' personalities and habits in various aspects, and recorded various data such as voiceprints.

While collecting information, Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the dark, was not idle. The computer has already carried out 3D modeling of Harlej's appearance, and Zhou Qingfeng simply hid in Harlej's bulletproof Mercedes-Benz and put on makeup for himself.

That's right... Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to kill people, because killing people doesn't make any sense now. He wanted to come up with a steal, replace Khalej, and take power in the opponent's hands.

Gelatin, wigs, beards, and even pot bellies can all be faked with makeup. Even the voice can be solved with a voice changer contained in the throat.

The only trouble was height and body shape—Zhou Qingfeng was 1.8 meters tall and extremely strong; Harlej was less than 1.7 meters, so he was quite fat but not strong. There's no way to pretend this, Zhou Qingfeng can't cut off his legs.

"It's okay for me to sit, but I'll be spotted immediately when I stand up." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, quite distressed.

Time passed slowly, and the sky slowly turned dark. The mechanical flies brought from the wasteland are flying around, tracking, recording, recharging, and information is constantly being collected. In one day, Zhou Qingfeng was able to roughly imitate Khalej's words and actions.

And Khalej, who was meeting people from all parties in his lair, was getting tired gradually. After checking the weather, he asked what time it was, and then asked to arrange a vehicle to leave. The place where this old fox lives is different every day, and even the convoy is divided into multiple groups to drive to different places, a typical tricky rabbit with three caves.

"Arrange a car for me, I won't be staying here tonight." Khalej stood up and left his office,

After walking out of the room, he gave instructions to his captain of the guard.

The guards walked out with Harlej sandwiched between them, but after a few steps, he suddenly reached out and slapped himself on the neck, and then looked at the palm of his hand after the slap. Although he didn't catch anything, he still muttered, "Damn it, there are flies in the room."

The hygienic conditions in the black market are extremely poor, and there is never a shortage of flies. It is not uncommon for a few of them to fly to Harlej's villa once in a while. It's just that after Harlej waved away a fly approaching him, he suddenly felt dizzy after walking about ten steps.

"Dear Harlej, do you need me to call the doctor?" The butler who followed beside him stepped forward to support his master, speaking with concern.

Khalej drooped his head drowsily. He was also suffering from illnesses in his old age. At this moment, Wei Wei nodded and didn't even want to say a word, and was helped back to the bedroom.

The private doctor rushed over in the shortest possible time, and after taking a simple measurement, he said with relief: "Dear Mr. Harji, there is nothing abnormal about your body. Maybe you are a little tired and need more rest and sleep. make you feel better."

Harlej leaned on the hospital bed and nodded again. He really felt very sleepy at the moment, his eyelids could not hold up, and he couldn't wait to sleep. The doctor and the butler retreated quietly, the two servants stayed behind to take care of them, and there were guards with guns outside the bedroom. Everything seemed to be fine.

Khalej slept soundly, even a rare good sleep. And while he was sleeping, the villains hiding in his lair started to act.

With the help of mechanical flies, Zhou Qingfeng understood the structural layout of the entire villa building, and knew the location of Harlej's bedroom—it was a closed core area under heavy guards. But these are nothing to Zhou Qingfeng whose main attributes are speed and agility.

With mechanical flies providing early warning, Zhou Qingfeng felt as if he had entered a no-man's land in Haleji's lair. He easily fled to the outside of Harlej's bedroom, used his recovered physical strength to activate the 'Agility' to enter the pause state, and entered the bedroom in front of the guard at the door.

Large and luxurious bedrooms with ensuites. It doesn't even have a door, the bedroom directly connects to a balcony and the living room.

"It's really luxurious!" Zhou Qingfeng walked on the carpet in the room without a sound. A servant was in the living room, and a servant was kneeling in front of the bed. Zhou Qingfeng pinched the aorta of the neck for both of them, and passed out.

Khalej lay unconscious on the big bed. Zhou Qingfeng took out a tube of injection from his pocket, then reached out and patted Khalej's face, "Mr. Khalej, wake up. The last moment of your life has come."

Harlej opened his eyes in a trance, but was immediately terrified like seeing a ghost. When he saw a person who looked exactly like him sitting on the bed and smiling at him, he immediately exclaimed, "Who are you?"

Khalej's voice was weak as he strangled a strong arm around his neck.

"I'm you." The fake Khalej smiled, his smile and voice were exactly the same as Harlej's.

"How is this possible?" Khalej tried to shout, but no matter how he struggled, his throat seemed to be choked by clamps, and he couldn't move at all.

The fake Harlej was still laughing, laughing so hard that Harlej himself felt as if he had fallen into the devil's cave, and his heart was cold. The former shook the needle in his hand and said, "Mr. Harlej, how about we take a shot of 'Truth Potion'? I want to know everything about you."

"No... I'll give you whatever you want, don't mess around!" Khalej struggled violently, dancing with his hands and feet. But the sharp needle was easily pierced into his neck, and the medicine was injected into the blood vessel. After a while, he stopped moving, his body relaxed, his eyes were dull, like an idiot.