Chapter 32 Death of Rodlev
Chapter 32 Death of Rodlev
The back street of Xuanbin Hotel.
Jiang He pulled open the iron door. There was a staircase not far from the passage in front of him. He burst out with a powerful attack, breaking the door lock with a huge force of a thousand pounds, leaving himself a way out.
Going straight into the stairs, the environment is quite dim. The fifth and sixth floors of the hotel are almost completely connected and are the venue for important events.
Jiang He stopped in front of a door. This time it was no longer a problem with the door lock. There was a square detection device installed on the wall next to it. If he wanted to go in, he had to swipe the card. And as expected, the special access card required had the holder's name registered on it, and each swipe would leave a security record.
"The most convenient option is to have the waiter inform Rodlev, but this Russian guy is not trustworthy for the time being. Rhine went from being a weapons expert to a death row inmate, so something must have happened."
Jiang He reflected on himself and realized that he lacked many common skills. If possible, he should study comprehensively, not just the application and cracking of electronic equipment. In fact, he couldn't even drive a car and couldn't guarantee a hit with a pistol at a distance of 30 meters.
“But it doesn’t mean there is no way out now.”
Jiang He raised his hand, took out his mobile phone to illuminate it, and used the black sapphire ring as a mirror to hypnotize himself. Based on the neurological regulation mechanism, pigment cells under nerve stimulation will cause the pigments to blend and transform between the pigment cell layers to achieve a variety of changes in body color. In simple terms, it is a chameleon. However, darkening is extremely dangerous, depending on the degree and time. Once the irreversible limit is crossed, healing potions can only be used.
As time passed, one's emotions fluctuated, constantly stimulating his nerves, and gradually merged into the shadow.
At some point, he knocked hard on the door, causing it to shake with a loud bang.
Ten seconds later, the door burst open and two security guards in black suits came out, checking everywhere with flashlights.
"What the hell is going on."
"Go upstairs and have a look."
Jiang He walked through the gate and repeatedly used hypnosis, causing his energy level to drop rapidly.
"It cannot be used as a normal skill. It takes at least half an hour to adjust and simulate the environment. Judging from the energy consumption, the cost performance is extremely low. However, this time it is more like the little black murderer in the detective comics."
Arriving at the end of the corridor, Jiang He followed several guests into the restroom. When they came out and entered the venue, the lively scene formed a sharp contrast with the previous one.
There were many guests, and the food was served.
Even if you just entered, you can see at a glance the focus of the scene: the executive director of Mexico New Gulf Group was surrounded by a group of people, including the chairman of Anping Island Shipping Group.
"He's my boss's boss's boss."
Jiang He took a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and started a conversation with a young man in a suit who was constantly greeting guests.
"Friend, long time no see."
The young man turned around, without the slightest surprise or hesitation, with surprise in his eyes, and said happily, "Good brother, I didn't expect you to come too. It's been a long time since we last met."
The two shook hands and then clinked glasses.
Jiang He took a sip of the alcoholic sparkling water. It tasted slightly sour, but he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.
The young man smiled and said, "I don't know where your father is. I should go and offer him a glass of wine."
"No matter what he does, I won't get any good things anyway," Jiang He asked, "That Mexican guy is very famous, but is it really worth so many people surrounding him?"
The young man said nonchalantly, "Don't listen to what people outside say about Xinwan. It's still a gang after all. This gang of thugs is not really a good group, but their cash flow is too huge. All industries have been in a downturn over the past year, so everyone wants to get a piece of the action. Besides, it's still unclear whether this guy can go back."
The two kept talking. Jiang He drank up the champagne and took the opportunity to leave. He roughly understood the background. The executive director was squeezed out of the Xinwan Group and fled to the Magic City for refuge. He was preparing to unite several shipping giants to transport Tsarist Russian arms back to his homeland to turn defeat into victory.
As for Rodlev, he is the executive director's partner, but it is rumored that the delivery of research results has been delayed repeatedly, and the relationship between the two parties has reached a freezing point.
Rodlev in the crowd had a beard, a rough face, and his cheeks were red from the cold and snow. He could drink a lot. Jiang He deliberately walked past him, but unfortunately he didn't react. This performance surprised him a little.
……
Half an hour later, Rodlev finished a few bottles of liquor by himself and staggered to the bathroom. When this Tsarist Russian man raised his head from the sink, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head.
"Give me the stuff back."
Rodlev seemed to be sobered up by the shock. He raised his hands and said quickly, "Calm down, please calm down, my friend. I suggest you just tell me what you lost. I don't want to die in confusion. Besides, I don't know you at all. It's true."
Jiang He frowned, took out a photo and placed it on the sink.
Rodlev said incredulously: "Hey, I remember the place in the photo, but the photo should be of me and that guy Rhine!"
"I am Rhine Augustus."
"Impossible, Rhine came here with me."
Jiang He put the pistol back into his bag. Faced with this opportunity, Rodlev had no intention of taking action.
"If you don't believe me, I can take you out to find him."
The two returned to the venue, and Rodlev called over a blond young man in his twenties and took out a photo from his wallet in his inner pocket.
The background of the two photos is the same, but the people are completely different.
The blond young man was puzzled and said: "This joke is not funny."
Rodelev said, "Rhine is a doctoral student at Moscow State University. He just arrived in Shanghai these few days. The university's official website clearly states that."
Several people borrowed a laptop from the waiter and logged into the website. Rhine's information and photos were clear and straightforward.
Jiang He pondered. Of course he was not Rhine. This identity came from a death row prisoner who was killed on the island before. Now it deviated from the actual situation. Objectively speaking, it was more likely that there was a problem on his side.
The main task is to retrieve the sent letter, and to whom it was sent is undoubtedly the key question.
The scene became solemn.
Suddenly, Jiang He leaped sideways at a high speed, and he instinctively felt a sense of crisis.
The next moment, the window glass of the conference hall shattered, and Rodlev was shot in the middle of the eyebrow. Most of his head was blown off, and he fell backwards in a pool of blood and died. Seeing this, the blond young man hurriedly hid under the dining table.
The scene was filled with screams of ladies, and the guests fled to the blind spots behind the wall. At this moment, the second bullet hit. At the critical moment, the bodyguard of the executive director of Xinwan pushed him, and the bullet just shattered his shoulder.
"Hide!"
"There's a sniper!"
“I knew the documentary was fake!”
The scene was in chaos, Jiang He retreated as quickly as possible. The shooting incident was bound to attract an investigation. Once his monocle was taken off, his true identity would be exposed. For the current player ecosystem, it would fall into a very passive situation at that time.
(End of this chapter)