After that, Dave covered Susan's mouth to prevent her from screaming. A minute later, after confirming that Susan's pulse had stopped, Dave took off his gloves, took out his phone, and called the police. After calling the police, Dave took out the bag he had prepared and put the medical gloves and the foldable dagger into it.
According to the plan, he walked to the window and opened it with a towel. He saw a fishing line tied to a frosted glass rod. He tied the bag to the fishing line, pulled the fishing line, and the bag containing the dagger and medical gloves was quickly pulled into the room upstairs.
After closing the window and putting the towel in his pocket, Dave returned to the bedroom and laid Susan, who was already breathing, on the ground. He took off his coat and pressed it on Susan's chest, pretending to be first aid.
A minute later, footsteps were heard. "Police, police, hands up, hands up."
"Save her, save her," Dave didn't raise his hand but pressed it on the wound. He turned to look at the police who rushed in and shouted, "I'm the American Secret Service, save her."
A few Belgian policemen who walked into the bedroom pointed their guns at Dave. They wanted to help, but when they heard that he was the American Secret Service, two Belgian policemen immediately stepped forward, grabbed the back of Dave's collar, and pulled him to the ground and handcuffed him.
Then, they called for an ambulance through the walkie-talkie, not caring about Susan who was lying flat on the ground.
The rest was simple. When the ambulance arrived, the Belgian police detained Dave and refused to let him go. Even if the American Foreign Affairs Office came to ask for him, they wouldn't let him go.
However, the preliminary investigation showed that it was a robbery and murder. Although there were some suspicious points, Dave was soon cleared of suspicion. After all, before he came to Brussels, Ali and the other two in charge of the operation had already planned it. Moreover, the surveillance showed that after Dave sent Susan upstairs, he took the elevator downstairs to buy chocolate at the hotel.
Now, all the suspicions were on the two backpackers, but the Belgian police were doomed to not be able to find the two backpackers. When Ali, who was waiting outside the hotel, called Dave, he followed them all the way to the backpackers' home. After waiting downstairs for a few minutes, Ali went upstairs with a mask and a hat and knocked on the door.
After entering the room, Ali took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it to the two men. He took the phone from the backpackers and turned to leave.
The two men who were holding their guns nervously saw Ali take the phone and leave without saying a word. After closing the door, they looked at the small bag in their hands. When they opened it, they saw that it was full of flour. They looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
Ali waited downstairs for half an hour before going upstairs again. He used a lockpicking tool to open the door of Dreadlocks' room. Looking at the two men who were almost unconscious, he whispered, "Idiots, 99% pure flour. You'll die if you touch it."
She picked up the bag and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the tap and the remaining flour in the bag was quickly washed away by the water.
.....
Michael, who was far away in Thailand, was anxiously waiting for the call. Susan had told him that she was worried about Dave. Besides, the only people he knew after leaving C1A for many years were Susan and Dave, so Michael could only ask William for help.
William, who received the call, was helpless. Accidents always happened. After all his calculations, he didn't expect that Susan would coincidentally be on the phone with Michael before she died.
When he heard Zhang Ziwei's name, William was quite happy. When he heard that Susan thought she was smart and removed his suspicion, William was even happier. However, in less than ten seconds, something happened to Susan. It was impossible for Michael to fight to the death with the Eight-faced Buddha. Since that was the case, William thought for a moment and decided to let Michael seek revenge from Dave and fight to the death.
Although there were accidents, it was not without results. C1A was indeed the largest secret service agency. William didn't find it surprising that they had spies around the Eight-faced Buddha. If they found Zhang Ziwei, it would be easier to find the Eight-faced Buddha.
One gain and one loss. It was neither good nor bad. After deliberately delaying it for two hours, William called Michael.
A series of "ring ring ring, ring ring ring" sounds came from Michael's phone.
"Hello," Michael picked up the phone and asked, "How is it? Mr. Devonshire. "
"I'm sorry, Michael. I called the police as soon as I received your call, but when the police arrived, Ms. Susan Plummer was already dead. I've heard some news in the past two hours. I think you'll be interested in the cause of Susan's death."
Michael hurriedly said, "Of course, I'm interested. Please tell me, sir."
"Ms. Susan's cause of death was a finger-wide dagger piercing her heart. The dagger went under her heart, avoiding the ribs, and went straight in. This isn't something an ordinary robber can do.
"What's more interesting is that I asked someone to investigate the hotel's guest information. A man named Kovac booked a room in the hotel where Susan was staying ten hours ago. The room number was 1724, and Ms. Susan's room number was 1624. Isn't that a coincidence?"
"According to the time, this Kovac checked into the hotel before Susan boarded the plane, and the room Dave booked for Susan was one floor below Kovac's. Since you've said it so clearly, I don't think I need to say more."
"No, thank you, Mr. Devonshire. I know what to do." Michael hesitated for a moment, then braced himself and said, "Mr. Devonshire, I know an informant who's hiding around the Eight-faced Buddha. As long as you can find this informant, it'll be much easier for you to find the Eight-faced Buddha."
"Forget it, go and deal with Susan's matter. Good luck." After hanging up the phone, William pursed his lips. Do you think I need you to tell me that? I know everything about you and Susan's every move.
"Sunday, tell Mr. Michael that he's going to look for Dave, lest he gets caught off guard."
"Understood, sir. Message sent."
"Very good. Connect me to the church."
"Beep, beep, beep."
As soon as the call was connected, the church said, "Tell me who killed Susan."
"Hehe, is someone above you worried?" William laughed.
"FK, cut the crap. A supervisor is dead, and it happened during the investigation of the senior undercover agent's murder. The higher-ups just informed me that I have to find Susan's murderer and the reason for Carlbert's death within three days. William, I helped you, so you have to help me too. Otherwise, it'll be like what you said before. If I'm unlucky, you won't have a good time either."
"Don't worry, don't worry about me. The person was killed by Susan's subordinate, Dave. Your undercover agent, Carlbert, was also killed by Dave. As his old boss, Susan was very clear about their team's methods. In order to protect himself, Dave killed her.
I'll send you the information later. I suggest that you don't do anything first. Someone is going back to New York to cause trouble for Dave and the others. Anyway, the evidence is already in our hands. Isn't it better to watch the dog-eat-dog show first before catching the culprit? "
"No, if there's an accident, I'll be the unlucky one. Tell me, who else do you want dead? As long as the person is in New York, I'll settle it for you." The church paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "Buddy, sometimes when you calculate too much, the result will often be different from what we expect. I advise you not to think too much when you can kill the other party directly."
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