Chapter 883
Attack Under the Rain
Chapter 883 Attack Under the Rain
The torrential rain lashed against the windows, and the rhythmic noise was surprisingly reassuring.
On the double bed, the woman slept soundly, her smooth arms embracing the muscular man beside her. Suddenly, the man jerked his eyes open, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.
A certain intuition from the battlefield was like a hammer, constantly striking his nerves, making him breathless and tense all over.
LeBron Johnson did not get up abruptly. Instead, he held his breath, listened patiently, and silently pushed the woman next to him away, his hand sliding under the pillow.
A faint "click" came from the entryway, masked by the sound of wind and rain.
LeBron pulled out his pistol, quietly released the safety, and, barefoot on the carpet, crept like a cheetah to the bedroom door.
He gently slid the door open a crack.
A dim light flickered in the living room. A slightly plump woman in a cleaning lady's uniform stood in the foyer, a simple handbag draped over her arm, looking around the room with a slightly bewildered expression.
His attire, his ordinary appearance, and his unguarded stance all made LeBron subconsciously lower his guard.
His first thought was: Did they switch to a different hourly cleaner from the cleaning company? Why is she coming at this time?
LeBron, gun in one hand, flung open the door and demanded sharply, "Who are you?!"
Before he could finish speaking, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from his side, grabbed LeBron's throat, and simultaneously seized the hand holding the gun.
LeBron was shocked and struggled with all his might, but those arms were like iron clamps, not moving an inch.
The woman standing by the door watched silently, without surprise or smugness, her gaze as if she were watching a boring soap opera.
Gradually, the man's massive body went limp.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the woman, who sounded like a cleaning lady, say impatiently, "It would be so much easier to just knock him out. Why are you arguing with him? Are you a goat?"
A young voice came from behind: "It only took two extra seconds... You can have this, I have to rush to the next one. Oh, by the way, there seems to be another woman in the bedroom, should we deal with her there too?"
"You don't need to bother, I brought the Water of Life and Death..."
—The Water of Life and Death? Sophia!
LeBron tried his best to scream, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. He only felt a few drops of cold liquid fall into his mouth.
Then, the whole world seemed extremely distant and empty, with only a calm voice echoing in my ears.
"What's your name?"
"LeBron Johnson".
Who is the woman inside?
“My lover, Sofia Hamm.”
"Was she involved in Project Prometheus?"
"No...no."
"Very well, then tell me in detail—what parts of the Prometheus Project were you involved in? And who were your accomplices?"
……
"I...I don't know much about the situation."
Victoria leaned back on the sofa, her face blank and dazed, and said in a monotonous voice:
“Liana Lightfoot of the EPA… Samuel Blackster, president of the military company… Evelyn Shaw of the lobbying industry… and Dexter Rhodes, head of cybersecurity at the Department of Homeland Security…”
In another room, Jonathan was also awakened and faced the same interrogation.
Although he is not "Harrington," he is a top-notch lawyer in charge of legal protection and crisis management, and his involvement is even more profound than Victoria's.
"Senator Elijah Stockton... he's the organization's congressional mouthpiece and provides them with all sorts of classified information; but the one with the deepest cooperation is Carter Frost of Future Biotechnology..."
Senator Elijah sat in his study, sipping expensive brandy by the fireplace, with two scantily clad girls beside him, one holding a bottle of liquor and the other sitting sideways in the senator's lap.
"Haha, I hope this rain comes down harder and lasts for a few more days," the senator said with a chuckle to the person next to him. "It would be best to clean up all the unproductive garbage in New York City."
Outside the window, a dense swarm of scorpions had already climbed up the wall and onto the windowsill.
……
Top lobbyist Evelyn Shaw had just ended an encrypted call, and the tens of millions of dollars involved didn't faze her much. The woman simply rubbed her temples wearily and headed for the bathroom.
She turned on the tap, and a thin stream of water dripped down, making a "click-clack" sound from the pipe.
—Is the water pipe broken?
Evelyn frowned, and just as she was about to turn off the tap, a dark object fell out.
The next second—
"Buzzing buzzing..."
Countless wasps gushed out from it!
……
Although not every area of New York experienced torrential rain that night, the entire city was shrouded in rain due to the hurricane.
The patter of rain continued incessantly. It was late at night, and most people were already asleep. Closed windows, locked doors, and various security systems provided ample reassurance.
A few tiny cockroaches crawled out of the sink, their carapaces gleaming coldly in the darkness.
They have a well-organized division of labor.
One of them slipped into the bedroom, approached the two people sleeping soundly on the bed, and suddenly spread its wings.
The colorless and odorless gas spread out, and the snoring in the room instantly changed rhythm, transforming from a bellows sound into a drawn-out whistle.
Another cockroach carried a small pitchfork-like tool on its back. It found the socket and inserted the "pitchfork".
"Crack!"
The instantaneous surge of current caused a high-temperature arc to appear near the socket, accompanied by a bright flash and an explosive sound. The residual current device (RCD) immediately tripped automatically, and all the indicator lights in the room dimmed at the same time.
The remaining cockroaches worked together to remove the safety bolt and then turned the lock.
"Click!"
The door opened.
Vito stood outside the door, carrying a repair kit. He pushed up his hat brim and slightly raised his head.
……
“I heard my father say that they were hiding in… in Virginia… I don’t know the exact location, I’ve never been there…”
Victoria mumbled, "My father went to visit it once. But he said... on the way there and back, we rode in black cars that offered no view of the outside world... He didn't know where it was..."
"Good boy." Vilan chuckled. "One last question: where do you hide what you extract from wizards?"
“In…in the hidden basement…” Victoria said flatly, “The basement, behind the storage cabinet, the combination is known only to Father…”
After she finished speaking, her head drooped and she fell into a deep sleep.
(End of this chapter)