The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 128 Crocodile

night bar.Three-inch world.yanqingshu.

Boom boom boom...!

Deafening sounds echoed in the darkness... As the name suggests, this is a night bar: a noisy bar full of darkness and chaos.

The only place with light was the DJ in the center of the hall... He was sitting high on the body of the "Image Phone Bug", banging the loudspeaker equipment on his body crazily, drowning out the voices of everyone below the stage.

Although the sound here was so noisy... Reg, who used "keyword eavesdropping", still accurately and clearly captured the conversation between Crocodile and his men.

An hour ago, Reg would not have been able to do this... He would have even been unable to hear their conversation clearly because of the mixing of too many people's voices.

"Captain Crow...burp! Thank you for inviting us to play!"

"Yes, Hiccup... we must pay Bailey next time. It's too embarrassing."

"You are my most valued subordinates... Cheers!"

"Haha...Captain Crow takes great care of us!"

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"It's just useless nonsense... I can't hear any other flaws from Ivankov!"

Rouran's panda carpet, while practicing jujitsu, Reg eavesdropped and cursed... In order not to be too distracted, he canceled other eavesdropping and focused on these two people.

Ivankov's place was well-behaved and his role-playing was quite dramatic... If it weren't for the occasional nervous laughter under the whisper of "Hee! Ha!", Reg would have almost thought he had recognized the wrong person.

Despite the scolding, the eavesdropping had to continue... He never lacked patience.

Time gradually passed, and the night outside the window became darker and darker... Reg, who was doing jujitsu training, paused slightly: he started to move.

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"Hiccup...we're in the room...Captain Crowe, you're drunk."

"No... burps! I can drink again!"

"Cheers then!"

"Cheers...burp!"

Ding, ding, dong... the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded.

"Guhaha..."

Crocodile's slightly childish, yet familiar, unique laugh sounded.

"I don't even know how to thank you... Guhaha... Okay, it's time to do what I should do."

Crocodile's murmur sounded in Reg's ears... The sounds of drinking water and showering that followed made Reg pay enough attention to it.

"Drink a lot of water and take a shower...sober up and get rid of the smell...this is going to cause trouble."

The next moment, Reg, who stopped exercising, walked to the bathroom, stopped eavesdropping on Ivankov, and focused all his attention on Crocodile on the south side... It looked like he was going out, so let's go together.

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"Wake up..."

"Fuli...Boss Henry is here." Crocodile, who raised his voice, laughed deeply again: "Guhaha..."

After laughing, Crocodile threw the towel aside and walked towards the bedroom... This scene made Reg on the balcony look away: he was not interested in a man's naked body.

"How much sober orange juice did this guy drink? It took him an hour to take a shower."

After moving his body a little, Reg narrowed his eyes...The next step was the main event.

Squeak... Crocodile came out very quickly this time: he had a black wig on his head and changed into a male attendant's work suit.

Crocodile, who didn't notice anyone snooping, straightened his collar and murmured again: "Dear guest, excuse me..."

The corner of Reg's mouth in the shadow of the balcony curled up... Wow, what an actor's quality.

Two minutes later, after adjusting his tone and demeanor, Crocodile gently closed the door.

"You're wearing work clothes from this hotel...are you trying to trick the door into opening?"

Reg didn't act rashly outside the balcony... In this indoor environment, tracking was very difficult.

What's more, there are surveillance phone bugs on every staircase and elevator... Since Crocodile has changed his clothes here, he will definitely do bad things here.

哒哒哒…咔咔，咚！

Crocodile's footsteps stopped in front of the gear elevator...5th floor, 6th floor, 7th floor.

Swish, swish... Reg stepped lightly on the steps and quickly reached the corresponding floor: there was no human breath in this room.

"Stopped...knock on the door."

"Dear guest...excuse me for your late night snack."

"It came really on time... Kacha."

Pfft... the sound of a sharp blade cutting into a human body was heard.

"Sir, sir...what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"What happened…"

Puff... The sound of piercing the human body appeared for the second time, and the two life breaths in the room quickly disappeared.

"Clean and tidy... he is worthy of being a killer under the funeral parlor magnate."

Without further hesitation, Reg lowered his body and jumped several times in succession... to the balcony of the room where Crocodile was.

"Humph... so what about the Stealth Master." Crocodile glanced across the living room with an evil smile.

"The auction is held every seven days...the news about the hidden auction was four days ago, so three days?"

Reg, who was peeping, opened his eyes wide... It only took three days for this guy to find Gibson's men.

"One more minute..."

Crocodile walked towards the wall clock, adjusted the time by 10 minutes, turned around and walked towards the half-open bedroom door.

Crocodile didn't take a second look at the young man standing in front of the bedroom door.

"Even the clock in the room was set in advance? What about the password to the safe..."

"Beatrice... just wait a moment. When I have the strength, I will take you out of here."

Click, click... Crocodile in the bedroom gave Reg's answer with practical actions: He can drive.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole is behind..."

Click...Lege raised his hand and smashed the glass window.

This sound was naturally heard by Crocodile in the room... da!

The sound of leather shoes scraping against the ground was heard. Reg, who casually touched his face, covered it with iron sand, and his body exploded away.

Whoa... No head was exposed. Crocodile stretched out his hand and threw out the dagger, but Reg took it casually.

Ding…!

The two collided with weapons in front of the bedroom door.

"Are you..."

Crocodile was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. Just when he opened his mouth, Reg's left hand quickly turned into an afterimage and came to his chest... clapping his hands, changing into punches, and struck twice in a row!

"The gap is too big...are you going to die? Beatrice!"

Crocodile, who had received two blows from Reg, did not have a look of despair in his eyes... but a look of nostalgia.

Plop... Crocodile fell to his body at the door: there were 9 minutes and 29 seconds left.

"This sense of déjà vu...is the second time!"

Reg walked towards the safe and touched it with his palm... Bah!

Click, click... Under the influence of magnetism, the gears in the safe rotated and then the door popped open: a purple sealed box appeared in front of Reg's eyes.

This kind of box is a mechanism box unique to concealment masters. Its internal structure is extremely precise and complex: once it is opened, it will never be closed again... This is why Gibson can expand the warehouse industry to a global scale.

"The black god of death holding the scythe high..."

Reg, who was talking to himself, ignored the pattern on the front of the box, took out the box and opened it.

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