Luke shrugged. "I talked to Tim. Jeff and his wife only need to give the Tyrannosaurus the fake files, take the money, and leave. We'll catch them after Jeff leaves."
Selina instantly got it.
It meant that this was a fishing operation, and Jeff and his wife were just throwing out the bait; they weren't the ones pulling the hook.
They didn't need to do anything or think too much.
This operation was risky, but it didn't require much expertise, so it didn't matter if Jeff and his wife were nervous.
Students would be on edge if they cheated. They were playing the role of a regular couple who sold the secrets of MBI. It was only natural for them to be nervous.
After they reached the hotel, they parked the car and strolled up from the underground parking lot. Selina asked casually, "Why do we have to go up from here?"
Luke said, "Tim and his wife are on the roof of the hotel. Naturally, we can only come in from the parking lot."
Selina said, "Oh, that's true."
Luke said, "Also, Tim's colleagues are already here. Be careful when you talk later, in case anyone notices anything wrong."
Selina nodded and asked about the food here, to which Luke replied that he had read the files.
Like regular customers, they chatted and laughed as they walked into V Restaurant.
After giving their names, they were led to a table on the side. Outside the glass window was an indoor swimming pool, where a lot of people were chatting.
Selina began to order food energetically.
Jeff and his wife? They were still at home. It was only 8: 20, and there were forty minutes to go before the deal. Luke and Selina had enough time to enjoy a pleasant dinner.
In the meantime, a small drone that had been set up on autopilot hovered above the hotel and monitored the situation around it.
Luke and Selina chatted and laughed at the small table as they enjoyed their meal.
Half an hour later, Selina was basically done with her meal. She was scooping up a big cup of pink strawberry ice cream with a spoon. Every now and then, she would scrape a ball of ice cream and stuff it into Luke's mouth.
Luke wasn't particularly fond of ice cream, but he didn't dislike it, either.
What else could he say about Selina's sharing?
Although the pink strawberry ice cream was a little girly, it was fine as long as he didn't order it himself.
This scene was seen by many of the surrounding guests, and they only felt envy and admiration. There were a few more pairs of guests who were doing the same thing as them.
Upstairs, Tim and his wife were cuddling together, leaning against the edge of the rooftop, enjoying the night scenery.
Just now, the two of them had opened their hearts and communicated for a while, resolving many of the knots in their hearts.
"They're here," Natalie said.
"They're here." Luke glanced at the couple who had just entered the hall.
The expressions on their faces were a little strange.
After a few steps, the two of them hugged each other in the hall and kissed each other passionately.
Luke could hear buzzing sounds in his head, and he found it odd. These two weren't usually this passionate.
A moment later, the middle-aged couple entered the restaurant. Luke and Selina watched out of the corner of their eyes as a waiter led them upstairs.
Luke withdrew his gaze and said to Selina, who was still enjoying her ice cream, "Let's get to work."
Selina reluctantly scooped another large piece of ice cream into her mouth and quickly rose to her feet. "This ice cream is not bad. I'll order it again next time."
Luke and Selina got up and split up.
Selina quickly went to the floor diagonally opposite the restaurant. She put down her bag and took out an M4A1 and a black cylinder.
She inserted the cylinder into the barrel of the rifle, and Luke's reminder came through her right earpiece. "Room 305 on the third floor."
Selina said, "I see it."
Pu! Swoosh!
The black cylinder on the muzzle was fired. It suddenly unfolded in midair, turning into a circle, and stuck to the upper edge of the glass window of the opposite room.
A few seconds later, Selina heard a conversation in her left earpiece. "Mr. Rick Friess, is this your wife? Nice to meet you. "
The device that she had fired at the glass window was naturally a bug.
Tim and Natalie were in Jeff and his wife's territory. They couldn't interfere, and could only install another bug in the room.
Listening to the conversation in the earpiece, Selina mumbled, "It seems that Jeff and Karen are still very calm. There shouldn't be any problems with this operation."
That was indeed the case.
Neither party in the room wasted any time. Jeff and his wife wanted to hand over the fake files as soon as possible, and Tyrannosaurus wanted to get the files and leave as soon as possible.
He had also sensed that Tim was tracking him down, and felt a growing sense of crisis. He could only choose to complete the deal as soon as possible.
Correspondingly, the box of cash he paid was 50% more than he had expected, turning from one million to 1.5 million.
Clearly, Danny and his wife wanted to earn enough money for their retirement in one go.
"Be vigilant. This is usually the time for a dog-eat-dog situation," Luke reminded her.
Selina hummed in response. She had already checked her gun and aimed it at the other party's room again.
Jeff's voice came through her earpiece. "You look familiar. Haven't we met before?"
"No," replied a short fatty who was about 1.5 meters tall impatiently.
This short fatty was Mr. Tyrannosaurus Rex. He was wearing a gray suit, but inside he was wearing a round neck T-shirt.
What was even weirder was the image of a pink cartoon tyrannosaurus on Earth on the chest of the T-shirt. It looked … cute?
Luke had already snuck into the floor where the deal was taking place, except that he was standing next to the window.
A few minutes later, the deal was done, and the two parties were saying goodbye.
"Wait, your thing …" the short fatty said as he held a red stress ball in his hand.
It was Jeff's personal belongings after he had been searched.
Jeff didn't think much of it. "I don't need it. You can have it."
The fatty nodded and suddenly looked at the stress ball in his hand. The MBI logo was clearly visible on it.
Frowning for a moment, he suddenly said, "Stop them."
Jeff and his wife were stopped when they reached the door.
Jeff immediately grew anxious. "What do you want?"
The fatty seemed to be recalling something. A moment later, his face turned ugly. "You're the guy from HR!"
Jeff hurriedly denied it. "No, no, no. I'm a maintenance engineer."
Karen hurriedly helped him. "He's an engineer with two doctorates."
The fatty shook his head and walked over, playing with the stress ball in his hand. "No, no, you're right. We've met before."
Jeff: "Huh?"
The short fat man smiled, but his smile was a little cold. "From 1999 to 2001, I was a dispensable middle-level manager in Maxwell Bonn Company. You, on the other hand, are Jeff Gaffney. "
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