Chapter 2269
Norman's Routine
"Mr. Heim, are you ready for the deal?" As soon as the call was connected, the other party went straight to the point. The voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the deep darkness, with a chilling coldness. If Long Zhan and the others answered the phone at this moment, they would immediately know from the voice that the person on the other end of the phone was Zaev who had escaped by luck before. This person is notorious in the dark world, with ruthless means and cruel heart, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. For ordinary people, trading with him is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. If they are not careful, their bones will be swallowed up by him without leaving any residue.
Unfortunately, Heim didn't know how dangerous Zaev was. At this moment, Topal, who was holding the phone, felt his heartbeat accelerate rapidly, as if it was about to burst through his chest. He knew that he was in an extremely dangerous situation, and every word could determine his life or death. In order to prevent Novin from hearing the content of the call and avoid any further trouble, he decided to go aside to answer the call, but he was really worried about Danny, worried that he would take extreme actions against Novin while he was away, making the situation even more out of control. So, he carefully warned Danny, revealing a trace of worry in his eyes: "Don't mess around, wait until I come back. This matter is very important, don't mess it up." After that, he hurried out with his mobile phone, his steps hurried and flustered.
Zaev on the other end of the phone heard Topa's warning and instantly became alert, like a beast that smelled danger. His voice became increasingly gloomy, as if carrying the chill of a thousand years of ice, and he asked, "You are not Heim, where is he? Who are you? Why are you holding his phone?" A series of questions shot at Topa like sharp arrows, making Topa feel tremendous pressure.
"He's dead, but what you want is in my hands now." Topa pretended to be calm and tried to make his voice sound firm. He knew that he had no way out, so he simply bet his life on this matter, trying to calm Zaev with this seemingly confident tone.
"Why should I believe you?" Zaev said coldly, his voice seemed to come from an ice cellar, full of doubt and disdain. He had been in the dark world for many years and had seen all kinds of tricks. He could not easily believe Topal's words.
"I don't care whether you believe it or not. I have other buyers here anyway. They are also very interested in this thing, and the price they offer is very attractive. If you don't cherish this opportunity, I can trade with them at any time." Topal pretended to be profound and mysterious, trying to increase his bargaining chips and make Zaev feel the pressure of competition, so that he would pay more attention to the transaction with himself.
"Other buyers? I doubt it. Can you find other powerful buyers? Don't play tricks on me here." Zaev mercilessly exposed Topal's lies, his voice full of sarcasm. He acted very decisively and hung up the phone immediately. The busy tone of "beep beep" echoed in Topal's ears, as if mocking him. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Mach next to him, revealing a trace of irritation and dissatisfaction in his eyes, and said: "The things were originally in the hands of the Russians, then they were taken away by the Israelis, and now the owner has changed again. The situation has become more and more complicated and more and more difficult to control. I don't like this situation very much. Even the air here makes me disgusted. It is full of betrayal and lies." The frequent changes of sellers and the unstable situation full of various unknown factors really gave Zaev, as a buyer, a headache, and the anger in his heart continued to rise.
"Zaev, people from Xi'an all come here because of your reputation and the hope you bring. You can't give up easily. This deal is very important to us. We can't back down because of this setback." Mach hurriedly persuaded, trying to calm Zaev down. He knew Zaev's temper and personality very well. If he didn't appease him in time, it would probably lead to the complete failure of the entire deal plan.
"What about you?" Zaev slowly stood up and walked to Mach with heavy steps. The two faced each other, less than 20 centimeters apart. Zaev stared into Mach's eyes, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he wanted to penetrate Mach's heart, and asked: "Do you also have hope in your heart? Are you here for this? Or do you have other ulterior motives?" Zaev also had a little doubt about Mach. In this environment full of betrayal, he dared not trust anyone easily.
"Don't lose heart, Zaev. I have always had confidence in you. After so many years of cooperation, don't you know me well? Let me handle this matter. I will definitely find a way to make the transaction go smoothly and won't let you down." Mach said, took the phone from Zaev and called again. After the call was connected, he walked outside while saying briefly and simply: "Talk to me, let's do the deal." His voice was steady and firm, trying to make Topal feel his sincerity and determination, and also hoping to restore Zaev's confidence in the transaction. Inside and outside the tower, the game between various forces became more and more intense, and the situation became more complicated. Everyone was caught in a huge storm, and where would their fate go... Every decision and every word could become a key to changing the situation.
On the street outside the tower, the night was like thick ink, weighing heavily on the ground, shrouding everything in a mysterious and unknown darkness. Long Zhan, Stonebich, Sergei and Shakova were like ghost hunters lurking in the dark night. In order to avoid disturbing the dangerous enemies lurking in the tower, they carefully parked the car far away, got out of the car, and walked towards the tower with cautious steps. Every step they took was as if they were afraid of breaking the fragile silence like glass. They deliberately lowered their breathing, as if even the flow of air could reveal their whereabouts.
When they were less than fifty meters away from the tower, Stonebridge took out his mobile phone with a serious expression and checked it. He frowned and whispered, "In order to prevent us from finding the wrong place, I contacted the policeman before we set off, but until now, I still haven't received any news." His voice seemed to be swallowed up by the night, echoing only faintly among the few people, with a hint of worry and helplessness.
"I hope we're lucky." The tower is a general term for a residential area, and it's so wide that it's impossible to pinpoint which building it is. Long Zhan sighed helplessly, and could only pin his hopes on the illusory luck. This feeling of passively waiting for luck to come made him feel uneasy.
"Calling the headquarters, communication check." Stonebridge knew that the preparations before the war could not be sloppy. He picked up the radio and called the headquarters calmly and forcefully to make final preparations for the upcoming operation. The voice was like a dull war drum, echoing in the silent night sky.
"Command received, communications are smooth." Chettri's concise and clear voice came from the radio, bringing a sense of relief to everyone, like a faint light in the darkness.
"Let's go." Stonebridge looked at the building in the distance that looked particularly large and mysterious in the night, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and slowly approached with Long Zhan and his group. Their figures blended into the darkness, moving forward quietly like ghosts, and every step seemed to be stepping on the strings of fate. If they were not careful, they might play a dangerous melody.
Meanwhile, in the dim and cramped room in the tower, Norman was tied to a chair, and although she was in a desperate situation, her mind was like a high-speed precision instrument, constantly thinking about ways to save herself. She knew that in this desperate situation where she was isolated and helpless, taking the initiative might still give her a glimmer of hope. So she decided to communicate with Danny first, trying to find a chance to escape from him. "How long have you two been friends?" Norman tried to make her voice sound natural and casual, as if they were not in a hostile state at the moment, but just having a normal chat. Her eyes fell on Danny, trying to catch a sign of relaxation from his expression.
"Since childhood." Danny sat aside, smoking nonchalantly, the smoke rings he exhaled slowly rising and lingering in the dim light, just like his complex and unpredictable mind. A flash of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by indifference.
"That's really interesting. Since you grew up together, why did you listen to him?" Norman used a subtle tactic of sowing discord, with a hint of seemingly unintentional doubt in his tone, hoping to plant the seeds of doubt between Danny and Topa.
"That trick won't work on me. His parents took me in after I was kicked out of the house. Since then, Topar has been my lifelong brother." Danny seemed to see through Norman's intentions instantly, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face. He stood up and walked slowly towards Norman, his steps steady and powerful, and picked up the terrifying plastic bag again, with a cruel light in his eyes.
"He told you to wait for him to come back, so you have to wait." Seeing that provoking him failed, Norman immediately changed her strategy and tried to provoke Danny to disrupt his rhythm and buy herself more time. Her voice was slightly raised, with a hint of provocation.
"I have an impatient temper. This is indeed my problem." Danny was indeed touched by the provocation. Anger flashed in his eyes. He put the plastic bag on Noven's head and strangled him tightly, saying viciously: "Arabs and Jews are just means used by those rich people to divide us. They only care about money and don't care about the lives of people like us. That's why we have been trapped in this endless darkness. I will do whatever it takes until you tell me the password. I'll give you a chance to breathe, and you'd better obey."
With Danny strangling her head, Nowen suddenly felt difficulty breathing, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping her throat. Her body struggled madly and uncontrollably, twisting her hands desperately behind her back, trying to break free from the rope. Her wrists were red from being strangled, and even a trace of blood oozed out. Her feet also kicked the ground, making a dull sound when they rubbed against the ground. When Danny loosened the bag a little, Nowen immediately tried her best to shout at the top of her voice, but before the sound could be heard, it was blocked by Danny's quickly tightened bag. The strong feeling of suffocation came like a tide, wave after wave, making her extremely uncomfortable, but Nowen relied on her tenacious will and was not destroyed by the pain.
However, Norwen deliberately screamed miserably, as if her life was about to end, and the sound she made was creepy, in order to satisfy Danny's perverted desire for punishment. While Danny's attention was attracted, her hands tied below kept twisting wildly, and her fingers turned pale due to the force. Sweat kept sliding down her forehead and dripping down her cheeks to the ground, and every drop seemed to tell of her determination to survive. Finally, after a lot of hard work, she succeeded in loosening the tight rope a little.
Danny didn't notice Norwen's little move at all, and continued to tighten the plastic bag for nearly a minute before he let go of it as if he was tired of playing. He turned around and walked in front of Norwen, looking down at her and threateningly said, "It's just the beginning now, are you ready to tell me? I have plenty of time to waste with you, you'd better stop struggling and hand over the password obediently."
Nuo Wen was almost fainted from the torment. She coughed and gasped violently for a long time, and her throat felt like it was burned by fire. After a long while, she weakly said four words: "Four zeros." The voice was as weak as a gossamer, as if it would dissipate into the air at any time.
"Four zeros is that simple?" Danny's eyes flashed with doubt. He couldn't believe that the password could be obtained so easily. After all, he had spent so much effort before but failed to get the password from Nowen, which made him wary of this answer.
"That's four zeros." Nowen pretended to confirm weakly, but there was a hint of cunning hidden in his eyes that was difficult to detect.
"It seems that I have completely destroyed your will. The answer is four zeros." Danny laughed triumphantly, and his laughter echoed in the dim room, which was particularly harsh. He turned around and walked to the table impatiently, turned his back to Nowen and began to enter the password. His fingers jumped quickly on the combination lock, and his heart was filled with excitement of success. After pressing four zeros in a row, the box was actually opened.
Danny laughed wildly with self-confidence and ridicule towards Norman. He thought that Toppa had been trying for a long time but still couldn't get the password, and he had done it easily with just a little trick. If he had known earlier, he should have done it himself from the beginning, and he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.
But just when Danny was getting carried away and focusing completely on the box, Norman, who had just been knocked to the ground and seemed unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, with a determined look in his eyes. (End of this chapter)