"Beep!
Click! "
As Leon placed his finger on the fingerprint collector, the red light on it turned from red to green, and the door opened with a click...
Seeing this, Leon hurriedly walked in and closed the door behind him.
He looked forward and saw that Brook's room was the same as his, with two bedrooms and two living rooms. The first thing he saw was the living room.
Because it was late at night, the room was dark. Only the light from the opposite building shone in through the window, allowing him to barely see everything around him.
In the living room, there was a black leather sofa, and in the middle was a black glass coffee table. On the coffee table, there was a large ashtray and two laptops.
The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts that were about to overflow.
Brook liked to smoke, and this was the information that Leon had collected a long time ago.
Leon swept past the living room and looked directly at the dining room next to it. He saw that the dining table was very clean, but this cleanliness was a little strange.
He knew that Brook never allowed the servants he hired to enter his room, so he was always the one who cleaned the room. A person who had a regular schedule and could even clean the room in an orderly manner was very scary …
Leon then looked at the two bedrooms inside. One of the bedrooms did not have a bed. Instead, there were two huge bookcases filled with books, ranging from current affairs magazines to scientific reports to all kinds of history books. There was everything that one could think of.
The last one was the master bedroom. When Leon pushed open the bedroom door, a faint smell of smoke wafted in. The bedroom was a little messy. Clothes and socks were placed at the head of the bed. The bedding was messily dragged on the floor. The pillow was slightly yellow.
Even so, it was still much better than most single men's bedrooms.
Leon walked around the bedroom. He did not dare to touch Brooke's things too much, afraid that Brooke would see through him. Therefore, he only installed a bug under Brooke's bed and checked around. In the end, he chose to dismantle Brooke's desk lamp and install a mini surveillance camera at the base.
From beginning to end, Leon's movements were very skilled. Obviously, he had prepared well for this day.
After it was installed, a rice-grain-sized hole had been drilled on the right side of the lamp holder. The hole was facing the bed, and the monitor was looking at the outside world through this hole.
After doing all this, he hurriedly restored everything and returned to the living room again. He lifted the sofa, removed the sofa's leather cover, and installed another bug under the sofa.
However, just as he was done, there was a sudden beep from outside the door!
Leon was shocked. Without thinking, he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door silently!
The reason why he reacted so quickly was because it was also within his plan. Since everyone's suite had the same layout, the size of the washroom was also the same. He could use his hands to support one side of the washroom and his feet to support the other to climb to the top of the washroom.
This way, even if the other party checked the house the moment they came back, as long as they didn't raise their heads, they wouldn't be able to find out that he was in the bathroom.
The moment he hid in the bathroom, he climbed up according to his plan and waited quietly.
Patter, patter, patter …
The sound of steady footsteps came from afar and walked past the door of the bathroom.
Leon held his breath and waited quietly.
On the other side, as soon as Brook entered the door, he paused at the door for a second.
This was because he saw that on the ground inside the door, a small bamboo stick had been crushed into two pieces and had fallen to the ground.
Suddenly, Brook's eyes became fierce.
He turned around and closed the door, walked to the living room step by step, and turned on the lights in the living room.
Everything in the room remained the same as when he left, and there were no signs of movement.
Then, Brook suddenly turned around and slammed open the bathroom door behind him.
He looked inside cautiously, but saw that the bathroom was empty.
After closing the bathroom, Brook checked the study and bedroom again, but still didn't find anything.
Seeing this, Brook's fierce eyes gradually relaxed. He turned off the lights in the living room again and returned to his bedroom.
Hearing the other party's voice leave, Leon secretly let out a sigh of relief. He slowly moved down from the top of the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and listened quietly.
Time ticked by, and after about two hours, Leon quietly walked out of the bathroom and walked step by step to the door.
He held his breath and slowly opened the door. Then, he jumped out and slowly closed the door.
After doing all this, Leon finally let out a sigh of relief. He took one last look at Brook's closed door, then turned around and walked into his room.
However, he didn't know that after he walked into his room, Brook's door suddenly opened slowly, and a cold gaze stared at Leon's door. About ten minutes later, the door closed again with a click …
Over the next few days, Leon would spend some time monitoring the sounds coming from the opposite room, but he was soon disappointed. Be it the surveillance or the listening device, he did not collect any valuable information. The other party's life was like that of an old man with self-discipline.
When Brook woke up in the morning, he would have breakfast in the dining room, then go to the gym to work out, and when it was time for his lunch break, he would take a shower, then surf the Internet in the living room, and look up some current affairs websites. After dinner, he would return to his bedroom, lie in bed, and read some books. At around ten o 'clock at night, Brook would fall into a deep sleep.
Only when the combative police force was out on a mission would this pattern be temporarily broken.
However, the frequency of the BHB combative police force was not high, unless it was a crime that had a huge impact on society. Otherwise, the police would only call for the BHB combative police force once every three to five days.
For some reason, when they were on a mission together, Brook, as the team leader, was even more strict and disciplined. He completed every mission in a methodical manner and did not make as many mistakes as Leon remembered. He also did not use the public relations team of Blacklight Biotechnology to clean up after him. Leon was presented with the image of a stern, perfect superhero with a strong sense of justice!
Leon became more anxious as he began to monitor the other party, especially when there had been no progress for more than a month. He even began to wonder if he had really misunderstood the other party and the superhero.
Compared to the team leader, Brook, the other two team members, Blake and Hodge, were more like normal people. Blake was a fan and would often bring unknown wild women back to his dormitory and indulge in sensual pleasures every night.
Hodge, on the other hand, had the personality of an innocent and shy big boy. He stayed by his wife's side and did not care about anything else other than when they were out on a mission.
After more than a month of observation, Leon saw that the power in his monitoring device was about to run out. He was hesitant to look for an opportunity to replace it. Finally, his hard work paid off and he overheard a secret phone call.
This phone call was picked up by Brook while he was surfing the Internet in the living room. As the phone rang in an old-fashioned jazz style, Brook's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, the police will be making a big move tonight. Don't go to Grimm Street to hand over the goods. Change the location, go to Bartlett in the suburbs. I'll inform them of the change in location...
"There's no need to change the time. It's still two o 'clock at night.
"Yes, the situation has been very tense recently. If you don't want anything to go wrong, you better listen to what I say. Do you understand?
"If you don't listen, I'll consider getting someone else to be my agent. I hope you don't challenge my bottom line..."
Then, the phone was hung up.
After hearing this, Leon finally revealed an expression of surprise and joy. He jumped up in excitement. He knew that Brook would not be as righteous as he seemed!
"So, Brook is acting as an umbrella for the mafia?"
He recorded the conversation and played it over and over again. Then, he gradually analyzed the situation.
Obviously, Brook was relying on the convenience of obtaining missions in the police force to tip off the mafia. As long as he could get evidence for this, Brook's myth of justice would be shattered instantly. Not only that, he would even be sued in federal court and would never be able to get out of it!
With this in mind, Leon became even more excited. He turned on his computer and searched for any information related to "New York City Bartlett".
After half an hour of searching, he finally found this place. It turned out that the so-called Bartlett was a suburban area in Queens, New York City. There was a black neighborhood there and Bartlett was one of the illegal bars with no name.
After finding out everything, he no longer hesitated and made a phone call. "Miss Austin, I'd like to apply for a freelance patrol mission in New York City tonight."
"Tonight? I'm afraid we don't have time. You'll be attending a press conference at the police station tomorrow, so I'll need you to rehearse tonight. "
Austin was the agent of the BHB Combative Police Force. She was assigned by Blacklight Biotechnology to clean up after their messes.
"I'm sorry, please make an exception. I really need to perform this mission tonight."
Leon hurriedly replied. It was not easy for him to get a hold of Brook's weakness and he did not want to let this opportunity slip by. "Can you please apply to your superiors?"
"This..."
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Austin sat in front of the computer in her office hesitantly. She frowned and was about to decline when her computer suddenly rang with a "ding" sound. She had received an email.
Seeing this, Austin instinctively clicked on it and was immediately taken aback. "Uh, Leon, although I don't know why you have to go on a solo patrol tonight, I just received a notice from my superiors saying that the press conference tomorrow has been canceled."
"That's great, Miss Austin."
Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He slowly hung up the phone and went straight to the change room.
A few minutes later, when he came out of the change room again, Leon had put on his black armor again, revealing only his youthful but determined face.
"Hey, rookie, where are you going? “
As soon as he walked out of the change room, the door to Blake's room suddenly opened. Blake sneakily poked his head out and asked suspiciously, "Have you finally thought it through? Going to a place like that alone? But you don't have to wear a combat suit to go there, do you? "
"No, I'm just, uh, on a mission."
Leon waved his hand and ignored the unreliable Blake. He turned around and walked into the elevator.
After that, he took the elevator directly to the garage, picked out a motorcycle that matched the combative police armor, and drove it to the front door.
He heard a beeping sound coming from the railing in front of him. An electronic voice sounded, "Combat armor serial number 0004, vehicle serial number 331, mission acquired: Freedom Patrol, Mission Executor Pedro Leon, permission granted..."
As the voice spoke, the railing slowly rose.
Finally, Leon twisted the accelerator and rushed out of the BHB Combative Police Force station...
...
In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night.
Leon stood on the rooftop of a tall building in his majestic mechanical armor.
This was the western suburbs of Queens. Not far ahead was the nameless black neighborhood, and the bar called Bartlett was also in it.
This black neighborhood had an unrecognized name — Martin Luther King, Jr.
Martin Luther King, Jr., was a black civil rights leader who once delivered the famous speech "I Have a Dream". After leading the American Civil Rights Movement, Martin Luther King, Jr. was revered as a leader by black people across the United States. Many black communities petitioned to name the main road in their neighborhoods Martin Luther King, Jr.
Later on, Martin Luther King, Jr., Jr. became a social phenomenon in Europe and the United States.
Although not all black neighborhoods were black, most of them were inextricably linked to violence, drugs, gangs, and crime. This place was no exception. Even in the middle of the night, one could still occasionally see the silhouettes of people coming and going.
Unless one was a local or a gang member, even the police dared not venture too far into these neighborhoods. From morning till night, this area was a forbidden zone of the law, a breeding ground for crime...
As Leon observed the situation on both sides of the road, he could not help but be reminded of a well-known joke in North America: A white man called his black friend and asked what he should do if he was lost on Martin Luther King, Jr.
The black friend answered without hesitation — run away.
Shaking his head, Leon tossed these thoughts out of his mind. If it was him in the past, he would never have come to a place like this because it was too dangerous. But now that he had become the famous bionic combative police, there was naturally no need to be afraid of these things.
As he spoke, he looked at his watch and saw that the time was up. He turned around and went downstairs with a sense of duty. He found a secluded spot and got on his motorcycle.
The motorcycle started up and took him in the direction of Martin Luther King, Jr....
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