Chapter 730: Large handwriting
Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
Two hours later, a land rover that covered in dust pulled over by the entrance of the neighbourhood.
The voluptuous Patrice extended her ravishing long legs out of the rover. A pair of scarlet red high-heeled shoes and sexy black stockings stepped onto the ground. Swaying her perky buttocks, she sauntered to the security guard. Her outfit was truly blazing, to phrase it crudely, in order to glimpse her underwear, one needed to viciously pry apart her ample butt cheeks...
As usual, she surfaced alone. Plague was nowhere in sight but concealed somewhere in the darkness. This venomous hearted summoner with a girly voice never showed herself, even during operations, she remained noiseless and furtive like a bat.
Strangely, the loyal and disciplined security guard that was stationed by the entrance was nowhere to be seen. Instead, one of those brats from the night shift was still present and was currently lying on the desk, probably dozing off from the weariness of the night.
Patrice snickered to herself as she strolled into the residence with her swaying twin peaks up high.
Their plan was undoubtedly to play it big. At present, passerbys in this tiny neighborhood had been steadily infected by the T-Virus. Just half an hour later, and the population of this place would transform into Plague's most lethal weapons! As for the team that was on their heels (referring to Sheyan and company), they would soon be converted into achievement points, equipments and a puddle of blood.
Everything was exceedingly normal, everything was going accordance to the script they wrote beforehand.
Facing Wester's residence door, Patrice carved out distinct light strands with her finger cot, unleashing 'High-Frequency Slicerays' as they sliced apart the lock noiselessly.
Patrice then quietly trudged in. Her current dressing exhibited her as an alluring milky cow, but yet her movements were as nimble and sharp like a cat.
In the blink of an eye, Patrice had rummaged through every corner of the apartment, and couldn't help but curse, "f***" as her countenance turned gloomy.
Everything was as usual, the only difference was, not a single person was present in this apartment.
"Could it be we've gotten a counterfeit report?" Patrice felt a chill in her heart and decided to swiftly scan the place again. Then, she discovered several fishy aspects.
The bathtub was still wet and warm and a dull cigar aroma lingered in the living room, where cigarette ashes could be found on the ground. Traces of alcohol stains could be seen on the glass on the coffee table while a roasted pizza slice could be seen in the microwave....
"Hmm, he probably rushed out in a hurry." Patrice came to this conclusion. After pondering a little, he pressed the voicemail button of the house phone.
"David dear, how many days has it been, someone has been thinking of you till her fingers are numb you know....seventy percent discount going on for this big boobs club hn."
Patrice's appearance resembled a big boobs club as well, but her expression darkened as she listened to that seductive voice as well. She immediately pressed next.
"This is Kewell insurance at your service. Have you ever wondered that life is always filled with danger and insecurity..."
Patrice immediately pressed next. Very quickly, she found the recording she wanted.
"Oi Wester, I admit that has been certain grievances between us, but I promise that this job will earn your forgiveness. We've found a vital object linked to those mysterious mutants! To them, its value surpassed an entire city. I know you're a blunt man, therefore, to express my sincerity, I'm offering you a deposit first and you can conduct it as you deem fit. I'll be waiting for your answer on the web. Trust me, tis' a job even the devil's eyes would pop out for from envy!"
Hearing this, Patrice immediately glanced towards the main bedroom. She then noticed a super-computer and instantly exclaimed.
"Hoi Plague, it's time you surface, look what interesting news I've found. These storyline characters actually managed to obtain an object vital to us!"
In spite of that, Plague remained hidden as her crisp kiddy voice resounded out.
"I feel that our mission is more pressing, we should clarify where our target went first."
Patrice responded with annoyance.
"Of course, we will. But do you need that long to settle a bloody computer? I just want to see what object they think is vital to us, perhaps by hacking the computer, we can find Wester's whereabouts as well. You never know, Wester may suddenly return home as well."
"Ah, fine, fine. You always seem to be able to drill logic into me."
Very quickly, Plague surfaced before the super-computer. Her body was wrapped in bandages like a mummy. The bandages were filthy, sturdy and filled with pus and blood stains. from her exterior, one couldn't tell if she was male or female, but merely a skinny little 7-8 year old kid.
After booting up the computer, Plague started hammering the keyboard.
Three minutes later, her voice rung out with a solemn tone.
"Patrice, your intuition is truly frightening. Wester seems to be playing it big this time. Do you know what fix deposit that guy offered?"
Patrice revealed her pearly white teeth and chortled.
"I just knew I had a keen sense of intuition. Quick tell me, my lovely Plague."
Plague answered her with the most direct of methods. With a few clicks of the keyboard, an image was projected before Patrice.
Instantly, Patrice sucked in a breath of chilling air.
"10 pieces.....of perfect dinocrystals!!! That is enough to exchange for the summit grade dinosaur gene dosage!! Ah shit, that signifies 30 free attribute points!"
Plague rigidly replied.
"Moreover, such valuable objects are merely the deposit…...Patrice, I really am exceptionally curious as to what 'vital' object those guys are referring to. Oh hoh, a firewall protection, does he think this can stump me?"
Time rapidly trickled away.
All of a sudden, Plague released a joyous shriek! Her tone immediately turned deep and low.
"Breached. Now let us see what it holds."
After hammering the keyboard a few more times, the image of a lightless black rock was displayed on the screen.
The two exchanged glances and uttered.
"You recognize what is that?"
"I don't."
"Me neither, but this thing looks excessively bulky, it can be anything."
As she spoke, Plague's eyes didn't wander away from the screen. Suddenly, she clenched her teeth and squeaked.
"Nevertheless, we will soon know what it is, because…...Wester didn't bring it along with him!!!"
Patrice immediately understood Plague's underlying meaning and inhaled deeply.
"You're saying, when he left in a hurry, he left all these objects at home?"
"That's correct. That mysterious Mister A is probably ironing out the details with Wester. Furthermore, Mister A seems to be in possession of more of such objects, that black stone should merely be a specimen, where Wester is likely relying on his connections to find a major client for Mister A..."
"Then what we still waiting for?" Patrice revealed a bewitching smirk. "Although we aren't adept in finding secret mechanisms, it wouldn't take much time to tear apart this apartment."
Crash! Crash!
Rumble! Boom! Crash....
Under the tyrannical violence of Patrice, Wester's master bedroom was rapidly demolished into a garbage dump with dust settling everywhere.....
"Wait! Something seems to be fishy." Plague abruptly exclaimed.
Evidently, her observational skills was more elaborate and managed to discover a mechanism; the mechanism activated by Wester's slipper.
"Ah, how secretive! It can actually be designed like this."
A second later, Patrice's silver finger cot ripped out a stand of light in the air. A 'High-Frequency Sliceray' collided against the wall, as she attempted to resolve all complications with brute force.
The next second, a secret safe greeted their eyes.
Cash, gold and gems failed to attract their gazes, but instead a single pouch. Upon opening the pouch, 10 majestically twinkling 'Perfect Dinocrystals' could be seen!!
The two reached forth simultaneously, each grabbing one side of the pouch.
The two then offered a wry smile to each other. In the end, a contract was formed and they split it 50-50....
Next, a case beneath the pouch quickly attracted their attention. They once again reached forth unanimously, and both weren't willing to relent.
The two girls glared at each other before simultaneously counting to three and opening the case together.
Following that, they each shot forth a finger and pressed down onto an unremarkable looking black stone.
"Ah!!!!!!!!!"
"Hol!!!!!!!"
The first voice belonged to Patrice. Her high pitch scream sounded as though she had first taken cocaine, before mingling and finally achieving a never-ending orgasm.
The second voice belonged to Plague. The sharpness of her cry was as though someone had dismembered all her limbs and rubbed table salt over.
"Ne-neglect…... material that neglects defense, true damages! Ah, a worth can seemingly surmount dark-gold grade equipments!"
A silent tranquility followed the conclusion of both screams.
A deathly stillness akin to a morgue lingered in this dilapidated looking room.
Within an instance, the atmosphere seemed to have froze with swords drawn and bows bent. One could even imagine the sounds of ice cubes freezing.
A saturation of killing intent...