Chapter 158
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The next day, Zhang Jue and Stevenson went to Smith's previous residence, which was also the place where he disappeared from the Golden Foundation's field of vision.
This time, they faked their identities as police officers and rightfully searched the entire room.
Just as Stevenson had said, the room was empty. There was nothing in it.
This was just a temporary lodging.
Smith's real residence was not here.
At this time, Stevenson had to admire Zhang Jue's foresight.
If he hadn't taken the risk last night to obtain Smith's real residence from Du Pont, their investigation would have reached a deadlock.
Stevenson drove the car with Zhang Jue to the address that Du Pont had given them yesterday.
He looked at Zhang Jue through the rearview mirror, who was resting with his eyes closed, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, there's one thing I don't understand. Why don't we go there directly? Aren't you afraid that Smith will run away?"
Zhang Jue opened his eyes. "Didn't Du Pont say that Smith had disappeared a long time ago? He probably didn't lie about that. Even if we went there immediately last night, you wouldn't have been faster than his phone call. So whether he lied or not, we definitely wouldn't have been able to see Smith this time."
Stevenson asked again, "Then how do you know that the address he gave you is real?"
"Very simple. Because he's afraid of me." Zhang Jue said, "His stall is there. He can't run away. If he dares to lie to me, I dare to kill his entire family. He knows this very well, and the people behind him also know that I have this ability. That's enough."
"Uh …"
Stevenson still hadn't gotten used to Zhang Jue's style.
He hadn't spent much time with Zhang Jue, but Zhang Jue always gave him a mysterious feeling.
He could never predict what Zhang Jue's next move would be.
"Mr. Zhang, can you do it?" Stevenson tried to ask.
Zhang Jue laughed. "Guess?"
…
Following the address on the paper, Stevenson drove into an alley and finally stopped in front of a bar.
The bar was already very dilapidated. Even the signboard was missing a piece. The sun was shining brightly outside, but the inside was dark. There was no one at all.
Stevenson got out of the car, confirmed that the address was correct, and shouted inside, "Henry? Are you there? "
"Who is it? Can't you let me sleep? How annoying!"
Behind the bar counter, a crippled old man stood up.
He reeked of alcohol, probably still having a hangover.
Obviously, the arrival of Zhang Jue and Stevenson had disturbed his sweet dreams.
Stevenson hurriedly smiled and said, "Excuse me, sir. Are you Henry?"
The old man yawned. "So what if I am?"
"We're looking for a man named Will Smith. Do you know where he lives?"
Hearing him mention this name, the old man's eyes suddenly became vigilant. "Who are you?"
"We are his friends." At this time, Zhang Jue also got out of the car and handed him a cigarette. "Du Pont introduced us."
"Hmph, so it's that brat."
Hearing Du Pont's name, the old man's expression softened a little, but he was still a little impatient. "He never brings me any good news!"
With Old Henry leading the way, the two of them arrived at the small town behind the bar.
There were all kinds of people here. It seemed to be a lawless place.
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