shuhaige
Chapter 209
Chapter 209
Chapter 209 Erkan Lewis
A year and a half ago.
One day, he suddenly received an anonymous email in his mailbox.
Attached to the e–mail were two posthumous photos.
One for Scott, and the other for Scott’s son, his cousin Erkan Lewis.
The formal content of the email was only one sentence.
“I’m coming back to get what’s mine.”
At that time, he checked the sender and found out that it was from abroad IP address.
Later, he arranged for Gasper to investigate and found that the address was an illegal Internet cafe in a red–light district in a foreign delta.
The delta was already chaotic, and the red light district was even worse. As for the illegal Internet cafes, there were full of desperadoes.
The owner of the Internet cafe earned money without a bottom line. It was impossible to install surveillance, and the clues
were broken.
The other party sent such an email inexplicably and took such pains to conceal his identity.
This made Boris have to
pay
attention.
Judging from the tone of the sender, it seemed to be Erkan or Scott.
But Scott died of illness, and when he died, Boris was present, watched him die, and arranged for him to be cremated. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
Erkan died in a car accident while escaping from his men.
When his men arrived, the car was still burning, and after putting out the fire, the bodies pulled out of the driver’s seat were
charred.
Even though it was burnt, Boris still cautiously asked someone to verify his identity, no doubt it was Erkan.
He was sure that the two of them were dead, that’s why he got confused when he suddenly received the email.
Although he didn’t find any clues, he became extra careful in everything from that day on.
He guessed that based on the other party’s provocative behavior, he would definitely be unable to hold back and make another
move.
He didn’t expect that when he had made enough preparations, there was no movement from the other party more than half a year after that email.
It wasn’t until Gasper went abroad to handle things for him that he saw a familiar face in a certain club under Boris name.
That face quite resembled Erkan.
Gasper immediately told him about it, and he didn’t think it was a coincidence.
He immediately ordered Gasper to find the trace of that person as soon as possible, not to startle the person, but to follow up and investigate secretly.
But this was not an easy task.
The club under his name had clients from all over the world, and the audience was even more complicated.
Gasper only saw that face at the end of the show, relying on this to find someone was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
It took him four months to find the person, follow up and investigate, and there was no news until today.
Gasper said his DNA Contrary to Erkan, he should have believed in scientific evidence, but he always felt ominous in his heart.
“Ding…”
Gasper sent the information over.
He watched carefully for an hour, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
The information was flawless, and no loopholes were found.
But thinking of his dead father and crazy mother, Boris’s eyes became cloudy and cold.
He could not take any more risks.
He could not let the sacrifice go in vain.
The play had already started, and there was absolutely no reason to stop halfway.
So he would rather make a mistake than let it go.
He took a deep breath, sat down, and replied to Gasper’s email.
On the afternoon of the third day on the cruise ship, each group of guests received task cards one after another.
This was the third mission card they have received after they boarded the ship.
The theme of this mission was “Katyusha’s Prayer“, but the first task was to visit in the scenic spots, and the second was to
participate in the dance party. It seemed that they have little connection with the theme of the mission.
Ziana pinched the card and intuited that the third task might be the theme task of this issue.
With excitement in her eyes, she opened the card.
Sure enough, it was exactly as she had guessed.
“Dear guest, hello!
In this mission, you are in the “Marauder” camp.
You have three tasks to complete: 1. At five o’clock this afternoon, visit the art exhibition in the Spring Hall; 2. Within twenty- four hours, steal the painting “Katyusha’s Prayer” without being detected or
triggering the alarm; 3. After stealing the painting, if the “Guardian” fails to capture you within 48 hours, you are the winner of the game.”
Edison looked at the task card with her, and said lazily at this moment, “Sure enough, the camps have begun.
”
“It seems that this is the last task,” Ziana calculated according to the time limit of the task.
Edison glanced at the task card again, “How many groups of guests are there in the predator camp? Will there be other predators?”
“Probably not,” Ziana shook her head, “there is only one painting. If there is competition among the predators, the faction allocation will be meaningless. Let’s go, pack up and do the task.”
At five o’clock in the afternoon.
Six groups of male and female guests went to the Spring Hall one after another.
Saint No. 2 often organized art exhibitions, auctions, and the like, so these halls were open to the public.
However, when they arrived today, they realized that there were only guests from Love 101.
It seemed that the program group had negotiated in advance.
As soon as Ziana appeared, Nina clung to her, still caring about her health.
While she was talking, a tall and straight man suddenly passed beside her.
Boris passed by her without squinting, his frigid appearance was the same as before.
Behind him followed Darlene who rushed up in small steps.
Darlene’s face was ugly, even with makeup and powder on, she could still see her haggard face.
Especially her two eyes were swollen as big as walnuts.
She noticed Ziana when Ziana looked at her, her expression froze, and she paused and walked towards her with tears in her eyes.