You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 166 Do you know Amelia?

The effect was immediate. Aung Lai's voice immediately became much softer, and there was only fear in his wide-open eyes.

Chi Ping made a gesture to silence everyone and slowly pulled out the gun.

Aung Lai didn't know why Chi Ping appeared here, nor did he know why Chi Ping came.

"I ask, you answer." Chi Ping tapped the back of the bed lightly with his gun and spoke slowly.

Aung Lai looked hesitant, not knowing whether he should agree.

Then--

"boom!"

Aung Lai's other thigh was also pierced by a bullet, and blood stained the white bed sheet red. This visitor under the night light tortured Aung Lai like a devil.

Then, Chi Ping said again: "I ask, you answer."

Aung Lai clenched his teeth and glanced outside from time to time.

When Chi Ping saw it, he immediately understood.

He took out his cell phone and made a call. When the call was connected, he could still hear gunshots.

"Not ready yet?" Chi Ping asked.

"Hold on."

Chi Ping put down his phone and sat back in his chair: "Wait."

Aung Lai didn't understand what was going on, but two or three minutes later, the bedroom door opened.

A head popped in from outside, threw a handful of shoulder badges, and then closed the door.

Aung Lai recognized these shoulder badges; they were those of his Fourth Army, and he called on the soldiers to guard the villa.

Generally, when performing tasks, it cannot be taken off unless in special circumstances.

But at this moment, not only were all these things gathered here, but they were also stained with blood.

Thirty or so shoulder badges covered the entire bed. In the moonlight, Anglai's expression grew increasingly surprised and terrified.

"Waiting for them?" Chi Ping pointed at the shoulder badge and asked.

Aung Lai didn't dare to say anything, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

That is the A-level ability user living on the rooftop. As long as the A-level takes action, most difficulties can be basically solved.

But on second thought, the idea became shaky again.

If A-level ability users are really effective, then why didn't he come out when these soldiers were slaughtered?
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chi Ping shook off the saliva on his gun and said:
"Then wait a little longer. There's plenty of time in the evening."

Just as Ikehira finished speaking, the bedroom door opened again.

The person who came was Wei San again. He threw something at An Lai who was sitting on the bed.

Aung Lai subconsciously caught it with his hand. When he saw clearly what it was, his body shuddered and he threw the thing away as if by reflex!

It was a severed hand, and the weird thing was that Anlai recognized this severed hand.

The watch on the wrist of his bodyguard, the A-level ability user, is the same watch as the one on the severed hand.

At this moment, Aung Lai looked at Chi Ping as if he was looking at a devil.

What on earth prompted an organization that could quickly decapitate A-level combat forces in a short period of time to target him?

He went over all his enemies and potential enemies in his mind, but still couldn't figure out which faction Chi Ping came from.

Chi Ping was sitting with his back to the window. The moonlight only outlined his silhouette, while his face was immersed in darkness.

Aung Lai could hear his heart pounding, and the rush of adrenaline made him briefly forget the pain in his legs. He tried hard to think of a way to survive.

"Are there any other saviors?" Chi Ping asked, his legs resting on the edge of the bed, half lying down. From An Lai's perspective, the situation was completely exposed. But An Lai didn't dare to act.

Aung Lai's lips trembled, and then he said:
"You ask, I answer."

Chi Ping finally smiled. As expected, some people just had to take a few detours before they could understand human nature.

"First, how did the organization that keeps people captive contact you?"

Aung Lai immediately said, "They have a secret shop in Ratas. Whenever you need anything, just pass a note in there. If you're a regular customer, they'll arrange for a product manager to contact you."

Chi Ping was stunned. The idea of product managers being linked to human organs seemed absurd and reasonable.

An Lai immediately revealed the location of the secret shop.

Chi Ping raised another finger: "Second, do you know anyone who has completed an organ transplant?"

Onlai said without hesitation: "My colleague, the commander-in-chief of the United Kingdom's City Defense Force, completed a heart transplant operation. He was an old client who introduced me to the city." The City Defense Force has three commanders-in-chief, each of whom is a senior official from the three occupying countries.

Chi Ping nodded. It seemed that there was a big problem in the United Kingdom.

"One last question." Chi Ping raised his third finger: "Do you know Amelia?"

An Lai thought for a moment and said, "There are many people named Amelia in Lu'an. Which one are you talking about?"

The name Amelia is similar to the common characters in female names such as Fang, Ting, Hui, etc., so there are many people named Amelia.

The literal translation of Amelia is the pearl under the moon, which should be cherished.

Chi Ping frowned and asked, "Then do you know the name of your colonist?"

Aung Lai blurted out: "A010!"

"boom!"

The gunshot left a bloody hole in Aung Lai's head. He fell backward, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, wondering why this assassin, whose face he couldn't see, suddenly opened fire.

Could it be that it was because he didn't know Amelia?

This is ridiculous.

With the last bit of disbelief, his eyes faded, his vitality weakened, and gradually he died.

Looking at the bloated corpse on the bed, Chi Ping used the blood-soaked bed sheet to write a line on the moonlit wall:

"Amelia isn't coming home."

By the time Chi Ping and Wei San drove another 160 kilometers and returned to the hotel, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

The two of them had just taken a nap when it was already dawn.

Chi Ping got up reluctantly, washed up and went to the restaurant for dinner. He saw that Amelia had already prepared breakfast.

"Good morning, Mr. Chi."

As the night passed, Amelia regained some of her energy, the sunshine warmed the girl's sorrow, and the joyful greetings rang out again.

"Good morning, Amelia." Chi Ping yawned loudly.

In a blink of an eye, Le Bai and Mr. Wei San came down.

"Good morning, Le Bai; good morning, Uncle Wei."

Le Baimanniu charged forward, while Wei San nodded.

The death of the commander of the Fourth Army caused a great uproar in Ratas.

Inspections at every entrance were extremely strict, and the news was reporting on this incident all day long. There was no way around it. The people from the occupying country were considered high-ranking officials in Lu'an, and even the death of one of them would be a major event.

This time, a high-ranking official and a group of United Kingdom soldiers died.

Many days later, when Amelia's parents saw the news on TV, they were filled with surprise.

Because they know who Amelia's buyer is.

Wait until you see those crooked Luan characters appear on TV:

"Amelia isn't coming home!"

Chi Ping translated the words through his mobile phone and then copied them down. He himself didn't know if it was correct.

But the family who saw the words fell into deathly silence.

This line of words was obviously meant for them to see.

And the person who wrote these words seems to be somewhat dissatisfied with them?
Too many associations emerged in their minds. The person who saved Amelia seemed to be an extraordinary guy?
The expression on the woman's face changed repeatedly, and it was unclear whether she was regretting her attitude towards Amelia.

She was savoring the meaning of this sentence again and again: "Amelia, not going home?"

On the other side, when the car rented by Chi Ping and his friends finally arrived at Ratas, Le Bai jumped out of the car with a "whoosh".

My butt hurts from all the bumpy ride.

While Amelia was moving her luggage, she caught a glimpse of the news on the TV in the hotel lobby.

She looked at Chi Ping who was yawning, and Wei San who looked sleepy.

She shed tears quietly.

Sure enough, people who often use their smiles to warm others also need the warmth of others.

(End of this chapter)