Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 166. 166. Stalking, Spy Appears

On the evening of July 7, at nine o'clock sharp.

The bar cowboy door was pushed open, banging against the wall.

A bearded man in a green coat walked through the dim lights in the hall and the sparse customers in the corridor, sat in front of the bar, and knocked on the table at the handsome bartender in a black vest.

"Two whiskeys, with ice."

The bartender put two glasses of pale yellow wine in front of him, and the man waved to the waitress wearing an apron in the corridor,
Snapped!
Tips, buttocks, all in one go.

"Give this glass of wine to the guests in Box 3."

The waiter smiled coquettishly and took the whiskey into the box.

The bearded man stared at the remaining cup in front of him, hesitating for two seconds.

"Well, the deformed state doesn't count as breaking the precept, does it?"

He sipped slowly.

A quarter of an hour later, nine fifteen.

Dean put down his empty wine glass, walked out of the bar gate and entered the back alley, took out an oil paper bag from the trash can and put it away, then threw in the package wrapped with black tape in his arms, turned and left.

2 minute later.

Another man with a bald head, a fleshy face, and a stiff expression came to the trash can, put the black package into the windbreaker, and then drove a Dodge into the alley next to the bar...

Almost at the same time, on the roof of the bar, Dean with a bearded face put away the [-] knives that had been counted in the oil paper bag, and leaped like a bat into the night.

Dean quietly followed Dodge below at an altitude of 30 meters.

The car was not driving fast, but deliberately chose the narrow and branched road between the buildings to keep turning in circles. If it was followed by a car, Dean was 100% sure that he would be dizzy and be completely thrown away in less than 5 minutes.

But now he is flying in the night sky, looking down from above, and his field of vision is unprecedentedly wide. In his eyes, the deliberately detoured Dodge is like a mouse in a maze, accelerating, turning, changing cars...futile and funny.

The bald man drove Dean around for a full 10 minutes, and stopped outside a two-story building on the side of the road.

Get out of the car, took out the key and opened the door, walked quickly through the empty living room to the bathroom, with both hands quickly on the face, groping for a while.

He started "Magic".

The windbreaker and jeans were piled on the ground.

Then the muscle-like rubber pads between the arms, thighs, chest and abdomen peeled off, revealing the smooth and delicate skin, and the butterfly tattoos looming on the waist and buttocks.

Finally, he pulled up from the double-headed eagle tattoo on his neck, took off a flesh-colored rubber headgear, and swung his neck back—the long golden hair fluttering like clouds at the back of his head, and his previous figure was strong and his face was full of flesh , a bald guy with a vicious look, in the blink of an eye, he turned into a blonde, slender limbs but with an S-shaped bust, waist and hip curve, facial features with both Eastern softness and Western atmosphere, sexy and beautiful woman.

Dean, who was quietly squatting on the roof to peek, was dumbfounded.
"The macho man turned into a beautiful woman, this disguise technique is amazing, as expected of a professional."

It only took half a minute to change clothes. The beauty threw the changed clothes into the regular washing machine and stirred frantically, put on a light blue dress again, and carried a handbag containing a black package and other sundries. Jump outside the bathroom window.

A fashionable and elegant modern girl walked to the side of the road.

Dean continued to follow the flight.

The woman walked along the street for about half an hour, almost reaching the 59-minute limit of Dean's flight time, and finally entered a two-story villa at No. [-] Elm Street.

Dean was lying in a bush 20 meters away from the house. God's perspective scanned multiple surveillance cameras in hidden corners around the house. If he got closer, he would be captured by the cameras.

He can only observe the scene in the house from a distance through the perspective of God.

In the lobby on the first floor, there were two sturdy male bodyguards with gun holsters under their armpits and hands on their waists. After a careful search of the woman, they let her go down the stairs into the basement.

The basement has a hole in the sky, it is simply a small research institute.

God's perspective has scanned various complex and sophisticated electronic instruments such as monitors, radios, and walkie-talkies. A few bookish men sat in front of the instruments, wearing earphone-like equipment, listening to something seriously, and recording two times with a pen from time to time. Pen.

"Is this eavesdropping on the mayor and the police station?" Dean's heart skipped a beat.

In the perspective, another man with a walrus-style beard, a burly figure, and a rocky face shook hands with the girl who just arrived, took the black package in her hand, took out the building structure diagram and spread it on the On the table.

The two began to chat.

Dean, who was eavesdropping in the distance, was stunned.

The language he heard was not the familiar English, but a rough, masculine language that sounded a bit like a roar.

Chattering for a long time, Dean couldn't understand a word.

Until the end, a familiar word came out of the bearded man's mouth - Davarishi (comrades).

It dawned on him,

"Isn't this Russian? So these guys are big geese. Oh, no, there are no big geese yet. They are the spies sent by Su Lian to Laomei."

"What do they want to do?"

Dean stared at the men and women in the basement who were excitedly discussing the structural drawings of the building,
"They hid in Hawkins Town, bribed Fyodor and Joshua, monitored the mayor and the sheriff, all in order to steal secret information from this thirteen-story building?"

As Dean thought about it, Joshua's obsession progress jumped to 80.00%.

"Where is the building, I have to find out. Uncle is old Hawkins, maybe knows something?"

Afterwards, after eavesdropping for a long time, Dean, who really couldn't understand Russian, kept the hiding place at 59 Elm Street in mind and left quietly.

……

The next morning.

Dean and Paque asked a question as they enjoyed a hearty breakfast,

"What is the largest building in the town?"

"You kid has followed Jonathan so many times, don't you know? Isn't it just a shopping mall." Paqui raised the fork with half an egg on it and nodded his head.

"In Las Vegas, Hawkins' shopping mall is too small to be on the table." Dean sighed in disappointment. "There are no taller buildings?"

"What kind of high-rise buildings do you want in a small rural place?" When Paqui heard that his hometown was belittled, he gave his nephew a dissatisfied look.

"No, didn't I learn photography from Jonathan when I was bored waiting a while ago?" Dean took out a Pentax ME-Super and shook it, "But the pictures in the town are almost the same, I want to change the style and take a few photos. "

Paque was silent for a few seconds, then hesitantly said,

"Actually there is a place that fits your requirements. But it doesn't allow photography, and it's not in Hawkins."

"Where?"

"Remember what I told you before?" A flash of memory flashed across Paque's face, "Our family used to have an old house in Hawkins, and then your grandmother passed away, and your mother Lena and I were too sad The house was sold to the government and they took the money and moved to Las Vegas to work.”

"Later, a new building was built on the land where our old house was located, and it became the largest building in the true sense of the town today—the Hawkins National Energy Laboratory."

"But it has been established for two to 30 years. It has been hidden in the forest in the northern suburbs, and there has been no movement. It is not a middle-aged and elderly person like me who has no idea of ​​its existence."

Hawkins National Energy Laboratory?

Forest in the northern suburbs!
Dean blinked, and couldn't help grinning excitedly at the corner of his mouth, and the building structure diagram in the black package from yesterday flashed through his mind again.

"What does this laboratory research?"

"I heard a few old guys talking about it, roughly researching technologies such as fossil fuels and nuclear power generation..."

Seeing Dean's interested face, Hope stared at him dignifiedly for two seconds, and said sharply, "Control your curiosity, find Teri Ives honestly, and stay away from the laboratory!"

"I don't want to lie to you either. This laboratory is inextricably linked to the government, and there may be some big company behind it."

"If you dare to get close to take pictures, you will be caught as a spy 100%. The only thing I can do then is to erect an unmarked tombstone for you in Hawkins' cemetery."

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid!"

Dean vowed to make a promise.

Wait until Paque leaves for work.

He turned his head and left the town on a bicycle, driving along the forest area in the wilderness in the north, and then opened the God's perspective, searching around the forest for three hours.

Finally, in the beautiful and peaceful outskirts of Hawkins, in the forest surrounded by towering ancient trees and green shades, a mysterious building unveiled to Dean.

It is located deep in the jungle, with only one road leading to the outside world.

It is heavily guarded, surrounded by circles of barbed wire with sharp thorns, reflecting the dazzling silver light in the morning sun.

In addition, a bright surveillance camera was installed at intervals above the iron net, monitoring all movements outside the net in almost all directions without dead ends.

Inside the iron net, security personnel with guns can be seen constantly patrolling back and forth.

Dean pushed the bicycle and hid together in the bushes, watching them secretly from a distance.

In the center surrounded by iron nets, there is a huge dusty building made of reinforced concrete, which is more than ten floors high. Every window is sealed by cement, and the internal situation cannot be seen. It seems to be crawling on the ground, swallowing All sleeping monsters.

Even the sunlight falling on it is absorbed, without a trace of reflection.

At the gate of the entire park, there is a door sign that reads "Hawkins National Energy Laboratory".

"The laboratory and the prison are similar. The Sulian spies at No. 59 Elm Street are probably secretly monitoring this building." Dean tried to spy on the laboratory building from the perspective of God, but it was a pity that it was more than 30 degrees away from the surrounding iron grid. Meter range, can't see inside.

"It seems that I can only use my thoughts to go up into the sky secretly at night, avoid the monitoring, and sneak to the roof to see what secrets are hidden inside, which makes the spies so fanatical."

……

(End of this chapter)