Chapter 9 Hunting B124

Chen Ke stood up and came to the body of the blond man.

After the artery was cut, the blond man's blood flowed all over the floor, from the center of the hall to the door of the toilet. At this moment, he was pale and felt cold.

Originally, he wanted to change into the man's clothes, but the blue sportswear had been stained with blood and turned dark black. Chen Ke had no time to wash it, so he had to give up.

However, the triangle bag he carried with him was originally red, so it was not easy to see after being stained with blood, so it could still be used.

This bag allows Chen Ke to carry more things and free up his hands to do other things. It is more convenient than putting all the things in his coat pocket.

There was another thing on the man's body that made Chen Ke's eyes light up. It was a holster hanging on the waist. The left holster can fit a full-size pistol, and there are three spare magazine holsters on the right.

This is a very useful thing for Chen Ke. He can put the commonly used 9mm pistol into the holster and cover them with a woolen coat. It will be much faster every time he takes out the gun, at least he doesn't need to take the gun out of his pocket.

Chen Ke began to search the triangular bag. He found at least three 9mm spare magazines, each with 12 rounds of bullets, just for his Glock, but the magazine model could not be inserted into the Glock's handle, and the blond man's FN509 had been dismantled by Chen Ke.

Looking at the gun parts in the pool of blood, Chen Ke shook his head. He was too lazy to put the gun back, so he simply took out all the bullets from the three magazines and put them directly into the bag.

The funny thing is that there was even a rolled-up body bag in the bag. It seems that the organization's plan is very thorough. Chen Ke didn't know whether the organization misjudged its strength or the blond man underestimated the enemy. In short, the assassination failed. Maybe they are still waiting for a reply?

There was also a mobile phone in the bag, which was exactly the same model as the one in Chen Ke's hand, and neither could access the Internet. He turned on the phone and flipped through the communication records and phone book, and then opened his own phone for comparison.

He found that the blond man had not contacted "Mr. Blueberry", but had a lot of one-way contacts with another number.

"…2005.06.21B330, demolished."

"2006.09.01C193, demolished."

"2007.01.1C426, demolished."

"2008.07.21B503, demolished."

"2009.03.22 10:52 pm: B124, demolished."

Looking at a series of repeater-like text messages, Chen Ke fell into deep thought. Judging from the time of sending and receiving the text messages, this blond man should be a veteran killer in the organization.

The most terrible thing is that the latest text message was sent 20 minutes after Chen Ke just escaped from the building. According to the content of the text message, this "B124" should be his killer code name in the organization.

He also found that the code names of the killers who were decided to be assassinated by the organization had two prefixes, B and C. Chen Ke guessed that this prefix should represent the killer's strength level, of course, it could also be a simple classification based on the different types of tasks.

Continuing to look through the man's phone, Chen Ke discovered that not long ago, the man had a brief text message contact with another number:

"Is the package at home?"

"Yes, come in through the window."

"I'm downstairs."

"Red window."

...

Chen Ke sneered. He came to the woman's body and saw an iPhone that fell to the ground. Of course, there was no way to unlock it, but he would not touch this phone. Who knows, the organization uses everyone's mobile phone to track and monitor their location.

He suddenly had an idea, picked up the blond man's phone, took out his own phone, compared the number, and called "Mr. Blueberry".

"Beep...beep..."

...

Pan Jiya was pacing back and forth in front of the computer, his eyes never leaving the old wired phone on the table. The "executioner" has been sent out. If the operation goes well, Slavin should call him now.

Slevin is Pankia's confidant and the executor of the "Executioner Plan", specializing in dealing with disobedient "guns". Slevin has never let Pankia down, and this time should be no exception.

A pleasant chord ringtone sounded, and the BlackBerry vibrated on the desktop.

Pankia was stunned for 2 seconds and hurriedly grabbed the phone, but when he saw the strange number on the screen, a doubt came to his mind.

It is impossible for a stranger to call this number!

Except for the relic hunters under his jurisdiction, some operators in the consortium, Slevin and grandfather... Others don't know this number. This number segment has also been added to the operator's red list, and it is even more impossible for sales calls to come in.

Could it be grandfather?

It's hard to say, the old man has become more and more irritable and impatient recently... A drop of cold sweat slid down Pankia's forehead. He pressed the green answer button.

"I'm Pankia... who are you?"

"So Mr. Blueberry's name is Pankia."

After hearing the familiar voice, Pankia raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened.

"Lin Mo... you..."

"B124 is still alive, you should be very sorry."

Pankia put one hand on the table, and veins popped out on his forehead.

"Lin Mo... I don't know what tricks you are playing, but if you think you can fool me!" He was furious and shouted into the microphone.

"Oh oh... man, you sound really irritable, but I should be the one who's angry."

"What do you want to do? Huh? Want money? Or something else?"

"Countdown. How do I turn off the countdown? I just want to know this."

Pan Jiya was stunned for a moment. Countdown? He racked his brains to recall, trying to find relevant information about the word "countdown" from tons of black operations and transactions.

But no matter how he recalled, he couldn't find even a little bit of relevant information.

"Lin Mo, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mr. Blueberry doesn't know about the countdown? Didn't you personally put this thing into our heads?"

"Whatever you say, Lin Mo, you're dead. There's no point in fooling me! The Si Consortium will use all its resources to hunt you down!"

Pan Jiya threatened, he felt that the other party was teasing him with something that didn't exist.

"There's no point in threatening me, Pan Jiya, I'll come to you, remember to send someone more professional next time."

"Lin..."

"Beep..."

The other party hung up the phone.

"Shit! Shit! Fuck! Damn! Grass!"

Pan Jiya roared in the room, threw the BlackBerry to the ground, the battery cover flew off with a "bang", and the phone rolled under the bed.

He was actually mocked by an Asian killer under his command. Pan Jiya was furious at this moment, and he wanted to fly to Opportunity City to cut Lin Mo into pieces.

Chord ringtones came from under the bed.

Pan Jiya sighed, leaned down, and got out of the bed to get his BlackBerry. It was Slavin calling.

"Boss, the hunters have evacuated, no losses. A lot of gains." Slavin reported.

Pan Jiya breathed a sigh of relief, finally heard a good news, at least the old man could explain.

"Slavin, B124 just called me, which means the executioner failed." Pan Jiya said.

"This is impossible... C095 is an experienced executioner, and this time it was a sneak attack..."

Pan Jiya got out from under the bed and sat back at the table. On the news website, various developments of the sudden incident in the Opportunity City office building were still being broadcasted in real time.

"Boss, we just lost the signal of B124, and C095... He may have destroyed the phone." Slevin's voice sounded a little anxious.

"I don't know what B124 wants, but since he wants to play a cat-and-mouse game with us..." Pankia said coldly.

"I will mobilize all the executioners in Opportunity City to hunt B124..." Slevin understood.

"Don't miss again..." Pankia said and hung up the phone.