Sha Qing

Chapter 56: Undercover (1)

On the vast ground of Luna Club's courtyard stood more than twenty luxuriously decorated two-story villas for the accommodation of the members who participate in the events. In fact, these villas were rarely full as the club generally only allows twelve to fifteen members to participate in each event session to ensure quality.

Garcia chose one at random, and a maid immediately came forward to arrange his room, putting some flowers and fruits. Members could choose to have their dinner in their own rooms or they could head to the club's dining hall for a buffet. He chose the former and sent all the maids out.

After resting for more than half an hour after eating, his doorbell rang. He got up to walk towards the door and upon opening it, he saw a woman in a long burgundy dress. She was blond-haired and blue-eyed, with a pair of plump hemispheres on her chest. She walked in, and her long, snowy thighs loomed from the dress' side slit.

Her impeccable beauty showed at any angle.

"Hi, my name is Emily," her voice was crisp and charming, "Do you want to come out and play bridge, billiards, or roulette? There are also bars and outdoor pools. There's plenty of entertainment in the evening, how about we find one that interests us?" she said while reaching out her arm.

Garcia avoided her hand and said coldly, "No need. I'm a little tired from the plane ride today so I want to get some rest."

The hand that that he just avoided slid down to his back and stroked along his spine.

The woman's smile got sweeter as she said "Then let me give you a massage to relieve your fatigue, whether it's Chinese or Thai, I'm both good at it."

Garcia grabbed her wrist and flicked it away. Emily felt a force pushed her body and she unintentionally rotated in half -circle as her skirt rippled around her ankles in cascading waves of red.

She found herself facing the open door and with after feeling a light push on her back, she was inexplicably returned to the front porch.

She turned around, still with a sweet smile on her face, only to find herself facing a closed door. She then realized that she just got abandoned. "There goes my bonus..." she murmured, then walked away sadly on her high heels.

It hadn't reached fifteen minutes yet when the doorbell rang again.

Garcia threw his suit jacket on the sofa and walked over to open the door. This time, a young and handsome youth with red lips and white teeth, no more than eighteen years old at most, smiled charmingly at him. Garcia sighed in frustration and frowned in a haughty, critical manner, "Okay, tell the person-in-charge of all of these that if its only at this caliber, then they better stop bothering me tonight!"

He slammed the door shut, and the "Do Not Disturb" red light of lit under the doorbell.

The youngster stared at the red light for a few seconds, then sighed regretfully. It was quite rare for him to meet such a handsome guest. In fact, the moment the door opened, he felt a sense of happiness that goes against his professional ethics. It's a pity that the other person was above the eyes of anyone but angels.

Well then, you can just look in the mirror and masturbate by yourself! Just what kind of bed partner do you even want?! The young man grumbled in his heart as he strutted away in a huff.

Garcia figured that no "Nightingales" would come to bother him gain, so he went to the large bathroom washed his face happily with cold water.

Small streams of water slid off his skin, and his combed back hair wasn't as neat as before as few strands of black hair had hung damply over his forehead. He looked at himself in the mirror, and saw a familiar yet strange face.

Colored contact lenses, new hairstyle, proper makeup technique, well-designed character and language style, flawless identity background... he was able to get access to all of these things easily because as he said to Edgar: "Think about who is supporting you from behind"....

-If it's the Federal government, what resources can't be used at your disposal during missions?

The difficulty lies in how he perfectly disguises himself as another person with a completely different identity without arousing anyone's suspicion.

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--A week ago--

Leo got recalled by the headquarters in a hasty manner during his vacation. Gaudi, his immediate superior, dropped a bomb during their team meeting-

It was a video intercepted by accident by the FBI, and several veteran agents nearly threw up while watching it.

The video should have been filmed by four cameras at the same time and was edited together. It was a bit rough according to their professional perspective, but the content was shocking:

A group of people-all races, men and women, old and young-in red clothes inside a row of cellar-like space pushed each other out, and in the middle of raining bullets, they ran for their lives across the open muddy field. More than twenty large dogs chased behind those who were about to escape into the dense forest, biting their hands and feet then dragging them back to the center of the clearing one by one.

The terrified crowd screamed and struggled in an attempt to escape from the ferocious beast's maw, but the well-trained fierce dogs toyed with them like cats and mice, constantly gnawing at their limbs and other non-vital parts.

The miserable howls and desperate pleas of these people brought delight to the several armed hunters who were nibbling on their cigarettes. They talked and laughed, as if they were appreciating a mere stage play, while commenting on the performance of each large dog.

Satisfied, they shot these dying people indiscriminately. The next scene was even more horrifying-it was a close-up shot of the hungry dogs eating the corpses into a pile of bones.

The whole process lasted for nearly an hour!

The agents thought that it was a special effects production, but after a technician's inspection and analysis, the possibility of it being an original recording was very high.

Meaning that these tragic scenes had really happened, not in hell, but in above ground!

Some people filmed it and made it into a small movie in hopes of smuggling it abroad, attracting those with twisted tastes to buy it, so as to make a lot of money.

Judging by the slang spoken by some of the victims, it was very likely that they were Americans. The agents were shocked and angered-such atrocities actually happened to the citizens of their country.

Was it pure perverted killing, or a provocation against the government?

Amidst the discussion, Leo stared at the screen silently. He felt that it was more than just small sadistic movie, but there was no obvious evidence that it had risen to political heights...

What are the identities of these victims? How did they get imprisoned? Who is the murderer? Is there anyone behind the scenes? Where is the crime scene?