Chapter 473: Clues Found in the Garbage

In the pavilion in the yard, Shuha sat on a rocking chair, and there were various fruits and even iced watermelon on the table next to him.

But Shuha was not satisfied with this kind of life at all.

He just wanted to have a good sleep.

Shuha squinted his eyes and lay on the rocking chair. He was now confused about day and night.

Since he came to Barron, he has been keeping his eyes open at night and sleeping during the day. Only in this way can he sleep peacefully.

He has been on guard against assassinations in the new world, although his good friend Samu promised to protect him all the time.

But the psychological effect made him unable to sleep at night. As soon as he closed his eyes at night, he felt that Li Qing, the devil, was standing by his bed. He could even hear the faint breathing sound.

No, not only Li Qing, he also dreamed of the many Chinese he killed, as if their wronged souls had been haunting him.

"Ah~" Shuha, who had just closed his eyes, was awakened by a nightmare again.

"David, David, where are you?" Shuha shouted loudly to his bodyguard captain.

The bodyguard named David came over slowly. They were used to this situation and felt tired of it.

But there was no way. It was making money, not bad!

"Boss?"

Shuha panted loudly. He barely calmed down when he saw David. "David, pass me the asthma spray!"

Since he came to Barron, he has suffered from severe asthma, which may be related to the climate here.

In addition, as he grows older, Shuha can no longer do without antihypertensive drugs. Once his emotions fluctuate, his blood pressure will soar. Only antihypertensive drugs can barely suppress it.

Shuha took the medicine from David, put it in his mouth, and pressed it twice.

"Huh..." Shuha breathed a sigh of relief, shook the asthma spray, and there was no more inside, so he threw it into the trash can.

Then he rubbed his eyes and picked up the information on the table to read it.

He gave most of the assets transferred from Java to Samu, and then he got Samu's protection. At the same time, he also asked Samu to pay close attention to the information of the new world and notify him as soon as there was any news.

There are many people who want to kill him now, but few have the ability to do it. Li Qing is one of them.

So he has to keep track of the new world's movements at any time, and immediately move to a hiding place if there is any situation.

"Humph... This Li Qing is getting more and more rampant."

When Shu Ha saw the news of the establishment of New World Hotels in various parts of Southeast Asia, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.

In the past few years, he watched the power of the New World grow stronger and stronger, and his sense of crisis became more and more serious.

He successively increased the number of bodyguards, and even spent a lot of money to find several elites in Samu's Republican Guard.

"I have offended so many people, and I will die sooner or later." Shu Ha said angrily.

The better Li Qing is, the more uncomfortable he is.

His resignation is directly related to Li Qing. If it weren't for Li Qing, Shu Ha would not have ended up like this.

After flipping through the information, Shu Ha threw the information aside, feeling a little sleepy, he yawned and continued to squint his eyes.

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The night fell, and the curtains in Arthur and John's room were tightly drawn, leaving only a gap.

Arthur was watching the movements in Shuha's yard through the gap.

"John, this guy really has his day and night reversed. He doesn't sleep so late." Arthur looked at his watch. It was already four o'clock in the morning, and Shuha's room was still lit.

"Could he sleep with the lights on?" John asked.

Arthur shook his head, "During the day, he has been sleeping in the pavilion. If he was just taking a nap, it would not be possible for that long."

John frowned when he heard this. If this was the case, it would be difficult to do it.

After the two people observed, the bodyguards around Shuha took turns to protect him 24 hours a day, and there was an obvious alarm device in the yard.

It was indeed difficult to assassinate Shuha without alerting the bodyguards.

It was not until about six o'clock in the morning that Shuha's servants threw the garbage on the roadside with sleepy eyes, which attracted Arthur's attention.

After Arthur disguised himself, he took the garbage from Shuha's house back to the hotel room and put it in the bathroom.

"Come on, John, let me see if I can find some useful information." Arthur handed a pair of disposable gloves to John.

The two put on masks and disposable gloves and kept searching in the garbage.

There were mostly kitchen waste, such as vegetable leaves and leftovers.

"Look at these, there should be more than a dozen people." John looked carefully and said his guess.

Arthur nodded and said with certainty: "To be precise, there should be 18 people!"

After speaking, he raised the note in his hand. John took the note. It was an order from a restaurant, and it clearly said eighteen copies.

"Okay, you win." John threw the note and smiled.

"Look, John, I found something good again." Arthur picked up the empty spray bottle.

John took the bottle and saw "Azmasol" written on it. He knew it was a brand of asthma spray made in China.

"Asthma?"

Arthur nodded. As an assassination expert, Arthur knew how to kill an asthma patient silently.

The two carefully searched the garbage again and found the packaging box of antihypertensive drugs.

At this time, a vague plan emerged in Arthur's mind. He immediately stood in front of the window and carefully observed Shuha's house through the telescope.

He stared at the vent of the central air conditioner and smiled. He found a way to kill Shuha.

However, the most important step was to deal with the asthma spray in his hand.

Given the current situation, it was not easy to sneak in and replace the asthma spray.

Fortunately, the asthma spray was used up now. If there was no stock, Shuha would definitely ask his bodyguard to buy it. That would be the time for him to take action.

Arthur went to a nearby pharmacy without hesitation to inquire and learned that this brand of asthma spray was imported and only one pharmacy in Bag sold it.

He asked his contact Abdullah to go to that pharmacy and buy all the asthma sprays of this brand.

Then he fiddled with it in the hotel room for most of the day.

John looked at Arthur, who was skilled in preparing medicines, and admired him very much.

He only knew how to make some simple bombs and the like. Knowledge-oriented things like this were not within his familiar range.

Who the hell wants to be a killer and become a chemist? Shouldn't he practice shooting and fighting?

Did Arthur click on the wrong skill tree?

After preparing the medicine, Arthur mixed it into the asthma spray and shook it to mix the two thoroughly.

Then he asked Abdullah to return the asthma spray with the drug to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy looked at the well-packaged asthma spray and did not suspect anything.

Everything was just as Arthur expected. Shuha really asked the bodyguard to buy asthma spray.

"Hey, Azmasol asthma spray, give me a few boxes." The bodyguard was a frequent customer of the pharmacy and often bought medicine for Shuha.

"There are not many boxes left, only these few bottles. A big customer took away all the stock, and I left these bottles for you." The pharmacy employee said with a smile.

"Thank you, wow... Imported products are so expensive, and there are still people who buy so many goods, rich people." The bodyguard shook his head and sighed that there were too many rich people.

Just such a small bottle costs 30 US dollars, and ordinary people definitely can't afford it.