Chapter 34: Frontline Journalist (7) Part 1

Brian went back to the alley that night.

He went to a bar counter, ordered a drink, and asked the bartender if there was any "new fun."

The bartender's hands kept moving, and he was doing a splendid job as if he were putting on a very important show.

"Yes, what do you want."

Brian took a sip of his drink and asked, "Last night, the person who bought Buster's information."

The bartender put down the utensils in his hand and said, "No, but there were people who bought "Insects" and "Birds."

Brian's eyes lit up and pushed over two banknotes.

"There it is."

The bartender did not say anything, only began to clean his utensils.

Brian pushed over a few more.

Only then did he speak, "It's two Asians."

Brian was still waiting for more, but the bartender collected the money from the table.

"No more, that's all."

Brian was dumbfounded.

"No more?"

The bartender smirked at him.

"Aren't the two foreign faces obvious enough for the rest to collect?"

Brian had to drink the rest of the alcohol and went back to discuss with his companions.

Tomorrow at dawn, the investigation should be continued.

On the next day, Ah Jin squatted in that warehouse again.

She was not a passive person.

If she wanted to catch people, she had to take the initiative.

This time she did not let Mani out.

She was with Sanlang around that warehouse.

They looked for a concealed elevated place to hide.

The situation of the warehouse was observed at all times with binoculars.

It was best to figure out their patrol patterns and that they could find gaps.

Sanlang waved his hand in fear of the mosquitoes on his arm.

"Brother Zhou, are we going to stay here all day?"

Ah Jin nodded.

"There is no surprise that this is the case. What's wrong? Hungry?"

Sanlang said in aggravation, "Brother Zhou, how come the mosquitoes don't bite you? They are killing me."

Ah Jin continued to look at the scene in the binoculars and said, "They don't dare."

Sanlang was no longer willing. How could the tiny mosquitoes also bully weak and be afraid of the strong?

Ah Jin took out a jacket from the bag and gave it to him.

"Wear it. It is better to be hot than to be bitten."

Fortunately, Country A was not particularly hot.

Otherwise, Sanlang and Ah Jin would have been sunburned by squatting for a day.

Ah Jin had been watching all morning and had calculated their approximate number and patrol pattern.

There were two posts at the front and two at the back, each with two people.

The patrols were four groups of people around the warehouse.

Each group had three people and four groups for a shift.

At noon, there would be another shift to patrol.

People were coming in and out of the warehouse, which meant that the minimum number of people in that warehouse should be 30 to 40.

Ah Jin wondered what was hidden in this warehouse that was so important and needed so many people to guard it.

Her first guess was that there were many weapons and money inside.

Her second guess was that there were extremely important people inside.

Her third guess was that there were both.

Ah Jin was more inclined towards the third one.

There were both a lot of weapons and an important person inside.

It went on until the evening, but the two did not find a suitable opportunity to strike, so they returned home.

On the other hand, there was progress on Brian's side.

Someone had seen two Asians on the road.

These two Asians were still under the protection of the guard team.

They clashed with some other people on the road.

To be protected by the guards, they must be of certain identities.

Most likely, they were journalists who came to cover the story.

After all, no one would come to travel to a chaotic country.

So Brian let his men spread out to the surrounding hotels to ask whether there were two Asian faces.

If there were, no doubt that they were the two men.

There was no way to be sure if they did it, but killing a thousand people by mistake was better than letting one go.