Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 185: Buying Information

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Buying Information

Although it was already mid-November, Jakarta, located in the tropics, was still oppressively hot at night.

Even within the neon-lit, cosmopolitan city, there were dark and damp corners—behind those bright and shining worlds were deep alleys, filthy sewage, and poor inhabitants.

Yusuf Zuck and Fleur Carson, wearing similar long coats reminiscent of trench coats, walked down one such deep alley where sewage flowed and people who couldn’t sleep sat outside to cool off or played cards.

Yusuf Zuck carried a canvas bag which was filled with money, consisting mainly of US Dollars and Indonesian currency.

Fleur Carson led him into a dimly-lit grocery store deep in the alley, which sold a hodgepodge of items, from food to parts for electrical appliances and bicycles, among others.

At the very back of the store was a counter, behind which sat an Indonesian man dozing off. He appeared to be in his fifties.

In the dim light, Yusuf Zuck noticed that the dozing Indonesian man was blind in one eye, evidenced by the scarred eyelid that seemed stitched shut.

When Yusuf Zuck and Fleur Carson approached the counter, the one-eyed man opened his good eye and curiously sized them up.

Fleur Carson said something in English, and the one-eyed man replied in English as well.

Fleur Carson snatched the canvas bag from Yusuf Zuck’s hand, threw it onto the counter, and unzipped it to reveal the US Dollars and Indonesian currency inside, which amounted to about seven hundred thousand yuan when converted.

The one-eyed man’s eye lit up, and he chattered away, to which Fleur Carson cocked her head.

Realizing his mistake, the one-eyed man remembered that he had spoken in Indonesian, so he repeated himself in English.

After listening, Fleur Carson shook her head and then uttered a few words.

The one-eyed man nodded thoughtfully before making a comment.

Standing aside, Yusuf Zuck was as clueless as a duck in a thunderstorm, not understanding what they were talking about. However, he knew that the one-eyed man was a sort of middleman. Fleur Carson, a former assassin who had been to Jakarta before, was acquainted with the one-eyed man’s identity.

Once Fleur Carson nodded, the one-eyed man neatly packed away the canvas bag and carried it towards the back room.

Fleur Carson and Yusuf Zuck followed him, entering a narrow, pitch-dark hallway that smelt faintly of chicken droppings.

After about seven or eight meters, the one-eyed man turned on the light to reveal an underground room with a wooden staircase, which the three descended.

The room was cluttered with a variety of piled-up goods.

After moving one of the crates, the one-eyed man pushed hard against the wall behind it, and a crack appeared in the wall with surprising ease.

As the crack opened, the bright incandescent light spilled out, accompanied by the dark muzzle of a gun.

Indeed, someone was inside; as soon as the crack opened, the person extended the gun, aiming it at Fleur Carson and Yusuf Zuck.

Yusuf Zuck felt all the hairs on his body stand on end.

At that moment, the one-eyed man uttered a few words in his native language. Then the gun slowly retracted, and a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a blue tank top and hot pants, appeared before Yusuf Zuck and Fleur Carson.

The young girl was wearing very little, only a tank top and shorts, making her budding figure and the particularly noticeable points of her chest protrude sharply.

Of course, she was really young, looking to be only around fourteen or fifteen, yet her gaze was incredibly cold, filled with a limitless killing intent.

Cyclops said something else, and then Fleur Carson and Yusuf Zuck followed him inside.

The girl in the tank top stared intently at Yusuf Zuck and Fleur Carson as if she would shoot them the moment they made any sudden moves.

Yusuf Zuck took in everything inside the dimly lit room. There was a bed with a small TV at its head, a phone, an Apple tablet, and, opposite the bed, a variety of black firearms hung on the wall!

Indeed, this dimly lit room turned out to be a small armory.

Cyclops turned around and jabbered at Fleur Carson for a bit. Fleur Carson continued the conversation in English, pointing at the pistols on the wall.

Cyclops removed two pistol-like guns from the wall and fetched several square paper boxes from a box below, containing shiny new bullets.

Fleur Carson picked up the guns and checked them over with a clattering sound, talking all the while.

Cyclops then took out several empty magazines from below and placed them on the table.

Fleur Carson smiled in satisfaction, tossed one of the guns to Yusuf Zuck, gathered up the boxes of bullets, whistled, and walked out.

Yusuf Zuck clipped the two magazines onto his waistband and, once in the alley, finally couldn’t help but ask, "I’m not interested in guns; you came here just to buy them? Spending all that money?"

"Cyclops is a local ’thread,’ a former assassin just like me, now working as a middleman and dealing in arms. He knows the place but not how many people there are; he only told me that Jeff Frost is at the bay, Coconut Grove."

"The bay? Coconut Grove? Where is that, let’s head there overnight!" Yusuf Zuck immediately said, excited.

"Don’t rush, it’s not easy going there. Jeff Frost and his crew are clever!" Fleur Carson whispered as they walked, "There are many canals in Jakarta, and some areas are separated by rivers. To get to those places, you have to rely on local ferries. Jeff Frost is hiding out in a place at the bay called Coconut Grove; we’ll need to get a map and look at it later."

"You should know, Jakarta is also called the ’City of Coconuts;’ there are so many coconut trees here, and even more places called Coconut Grove. Now we only know they’re at the bay’s Coconut Grove, but we don’t know exactly which one. If we act rashly, we will be discovered. Even if you look for an entire night, you might not find them."

"The deal is tomorrow; I’m afraid something will happen, so we must go tonight!" Yusuf Zuck said sternly.

"Are you crazy? You want to die!" Fleur Carson exclaimed angrily, "With your attitude, if you were an assassin, you’d have been killed long ago. Too impulsive. Even saving people requires strategy, deployment plans, retreat plans. Without a sure win, how can you act rashly?"

"Too bad I’m not an assassin. Quit the nonsense; just take me to the bay’s Coconut Grove. I’ll go look for them myself." Yusuf Zuck grabbed Fleur Carson’s arm firmly, talking and pulling him outside!

"Damn it, you must have something shady going on with that Mia!" Fleur Carson cursed angrily, but he had no choice but to let himself be dragged along by Yusuf Zuck.

Once they reached the main street, Fleur Carson could only grimace as he hailed a taxi and reported the destination.

Yusuf Zuck gave him a grateful look. Despite all the cursing, Fleur Carson had compromised, knowing full well the danger but still accommodating him, jumping into the fire with him!

"Don’t look at me with that kind of gaze, I’m not a dead gay, so mushy it kills!" Seeing Yusuf Zuck’s look, Fleur Carson flinched away, increasing the distance between them!

Yusuf Zuck chuckled and punched Fleur Carson’s shoulder, "What is a brother? This is what a brother is!"