Chapter 775: No address
Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
Sheyan stood unfazed in the face of a Harley Davidson rampaging in like a wild horse.
The light beam of the Harley Davidson shone into his eyes but failed to blind him. It was as though the glint in Sheyan's eyes was ten times sharper than the Harley's headlight.
A meter before the motorbike collided in, Sheyan's hands abruptly surged out and gripped the motorbike handle. Riding on the momentum, he flipped himself up into the air and maneuvered around like a butterfly, before landing precisely on the rider's shoulders.
If someone could photograph this scene, the picture would portray Sheyan riding a rider riding a motorbike. With his thighs clasping the rider's neck, Sheyan twisted his body forcefully; sending the rider somersaulting forward as Sheyan unleashed strength from both legs!
The rider flew out and crashed to the ground before rolling several rounds. Blood streamed down his head as choking sounds erupted from his throat, while he laid feebly without mobility on the ground.
Sheyan landed with a squat. His muscles tightened momentarily before springing off once again. Concurrently as surged through the air with his body nearly parallel to the ground, a hoodlum fired off while howling fanatically.
A second later, Sheyan lifted the leader up by his neck and callously announced.
"Hey friend, let's have a nice chat."
Spectating Sheyan now, one would subconsciously think of a cheetah foraging through the vast savannah plains, sinking its razor-sharp claws into the prey while pinning it down, before revealing a set of awe-inspiring sharp teeth!
The ringleader's facial muscles uncontrollably twitched but he still obstinately scolded.
"So what if you can fight, Steve Fuller will eventually blast your head off!"
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders and responded.
"Unfortunately for you, that was your final chance."
Then, Sheyan tossed him over to Brother Black, where the unhappy Mogensha unloaded a bullet to his head.
Following that, Sheyan targeted the whimpering black waitress.
"I believe you will provide me with an answer I want, oh right, just keep that hundred bucks as remuneration. Honestly speaking, if not for my brother's interest in your milk and buttocks, I wouldn't have given you this chance. Now, you have three seconds to answer me."
The black lass issued with a trembling voice.
"They are Steve's men. They gave me money, to look out for individuals attempting to learn about the Shumpert Headquarters."
Sheyan leaned back and said.
"Oh hoh, I see, but I still don't understand why learning about Shumpert Headquarters is such a sensitive topic."
The black lass glanced at him as though she was looking at a ghost.
"You guys don't even know what goes on inside Shumpert Headquarters...….you're just asking about it?"
Don't mention that black lass, even the battered and beaten riders around were immensely stunned. Their eyes looked as though they were on the verge of crying.
Sheyan answered in astonishment.
"A friend told me the striptease performance on the eleventh floor of Silicon Valley's Shumpert Headquarters is spectacular."
Silence everywhere...…..
From the looks of the riders' wry expressions, Sheyan was slowly enlightened of the underlying significance and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
As it turns out, the term Shumpert, in the context of an indigenous tribe language, also meant paradise. Shumpert Headquarters was a codeword used by the underground society, which specially referred to major drug empire called 'Steve'.
After listening to her explanation, Sheyan cursed out. "No wonder that cab driver was totally oblivious of the destination. Would they even dare to get involved with a drug lord?"
Following that, Sheyan suddenly recalled something else and offered a bitter smile.
"Alright I roughly know what Silicon Valley's Shumpert Headquarters is now. But the eleventh floor?"
The riders exchanged glances and noticed Brother Black cocking the pistol as a threat. Under the deterrence of death, someone bluntly turned traitor.
"We don't know! But people from Shumpert Headquarters definitely know."
Brother Black gestured.
"Good, that is the best answer I've heard all night."
That hoodlum looked at them with a wronged expression. "Still say you guys are tourists, after a series of twists and turns, you still asked for an address." of course, they could only keep those words in their hearts.
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Half an hour later. Sheyan and Brother Black stood before a modernized skyscraper. One could behold the words 'Orange Inc' at the roof.
This building was called Fitel Center, a fully lit, fully air-conditioned, fully reinforced skyscraper; an agglomeration of banks, shops, restaurants, conference and multi-purpose halls, gyms and even business offices. A state-of-the-art building filled with a banking style of Wall Street.
There were 79 companies sharing this glamorous skyscraper. Sheyan's attention congregated onto one company – Bethe's Commerce, which was the 'official' name of Steve's drug empire.
Bethe's Commerce exhibited immense financial prowess, and occupied the floors 9 through 13.
Seeing that sign, Sheyan roughly understood the true meanings behind his instructions.
"Silicon Valley's Shumpert Headquarters eleventh floor.....it must be bloody interpreted with three segregations!"
The 'Silicon Valley' was direct.
'Shumpert Headquarters' was actually a codename, something absolutely unheard of under normal circumstances.
As for the eleventh floor, Sheyan determined that it should be a direct interpretation.
The duo gazed upwards and realized it was currently extremely late at night. Still, the skyscraper was brightly lit and quite a number of employees were working overtime. Sheyan and Brother Black then entered the building
After pressing the eleventh floor button in the elevator, Sheyan muttered to Mogensha.
"Say, you think we will disappoint Reef once again?"
Brother Black answered aggressively.
"Strictly speaking, we've already let him down, but boss, do you think that even with 1,000,000 dollars, will they allow you to place your necklace in the apparatus (VII) of experiment lab 4 for 30 minutes?"
Sheyan released a wry smile.
"They will retain the cash and kick us out. Either that, or send us airborne."
Brother Black smiled.
"Therefore boss, we can help Reef to save cash. Trampling these drug peddlers will also alleviate our psychological frustrations."
Ding dong! The lift resounded. The duo stepped out of the elevator and were greeted by a pair of transparent, reinforced glass doors. An ordinary receptionist was dozing off by the front counter.
Sheyan walked up and tapped the glass door, causing the guy to wake up. He lifted his head for a glance, and reckoning that the duo were insurance or sales agents, he roared angrily.
"Scram!"
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders helplessly and pressed his hand against the reinforced glass door before exerting force in!
The doors were merely a little stronger than standard anti-theft grade. Instead, with Sheyan's present monstrous strength, even a steel door would yield to his might.
PA! A crack instantly emerged before the door lock was bluntly smashed through.
Sheyan ignored the startled receptionist and blatantly barged in. Meanwhile, the irascible receptionist jumped forward while pulling out a baton. Immediately, Brother Black blocked him with his pistol and struck the back of his head with the pistol butt.
Sheyan wasn't in the mood for mindless chatter now, as he directly inquired whenever saw someone – "Know what is Apparatus VII of experiment lab 4?"
At first, the individuals scolded back aloud and refused to say anything. However, after consecutive bumps to the heads by Brother Black, one eventually complied and obediently brought Sheyan over.
This so called experiment lab 4 was unexpectedly a scam, however, there was indeed a device called apparatus VII there. Nevertheless, it was simply like an oven to keep narcotic products dry; to prevent the quality from dipping...
Probably due to certain scandals revolving around this company recently, not a single good was placed here and there were at most ten individuals present. Under the coercion of Sheyan and Mogensha, they remained obediently quiet.
However, although Sheyan wasn't looking for trouble, trouble came knocking at his door.
Roughly five minutes into 'roasting' his necklace, the counter telephone rang. The telephone went unreceived, and a voice recording soon broadcasted a sinister voice.
"Derek I don't care what you are up to, but we've successfully obtained the goods from the Mexico side. We'll be there in about 15 minutes, if you haven't made the necessary preparations, I'll skin you alive."
Upon hearing that, Sheyan glanced helplessly at Mogensha.
"Frankly speaking, I really don't wish to complicate matters."
Instead, Mogensha nonchalantly replied.
"I don't really care. Just pressing the trigger aye?"