Anderson did not sit still because of a good coincidence, a foot on top of the detector.
"Drip." The detector called up again.
In the narrow compartment, it was extraordinarily harsh.
Anderson's heart sank and he knew it was over.
His luck, it seems, is not so good.
The man in black looked at the detector suspiciously, why did it suddenly go off? He yanked off the shoes on Anderson's feet. With the detector measured inside and outside, when the detector touched the sole of the shoe, once again issued a "drop" sound.
"Shit, boss. This kid has a tracker in the bottom of his shoe!" The man in black shouted.
"SHIT, almost got wobbled over by him." The man in black cursed and took off both of Anderson's shoes.
The boss sneered, "It's really not easy to deal with. Open the window and throw them all out!"
Anderson's eyes clouded over.
Fair nervously grabbed Anderson's arm, his little face full of worry.
"Yes." The man in black answered, and he pressed down the window and threw all of Anderson's pair of shoes and watch out the window with force.
After closing the window.
The man in black swept carefully twice more to make sure there was nothing unusual, before finally putting down his heart. Leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
Anderson pursed his lips.
Now, he is completely out of contact with the outside world and isolated.
A trace of panic crossed his face, but he quickly calmed down again.
The matter has come to an end and fear is futile.
Fair asked him in a whisper, "Andres, I'm sorry, I didn't know this was going to happen, and I'm the one who got you into this. What do we do now? Are they going to just kill us?"
Anderson was young, but showed due commitment, "No. If you want to kill us, you can do it when you get in the car. There's no need to check my tracker."
Fair is a girl after all and is fidgeting at the moment.
Anderson gently reassured, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
By the time they arrived, it was completely dark.
There are no street lights around, so you can't see the environment.
There is a piece of house like a warehouse in the open mountains.
"Get out of the car."
The men in black escorted Anderson and Fair out of the car and pushed them forward.
Fair stumbled a few steps and nearly lost her footing as Anderson held her steady.
"Get in."
The man in black gave a low bellow.
Anderson and Fair were pushed inside the warehouse.
Immediately behind them, the iron door descended and closed, shutting them in.
There seemed to be someone inside the warehouse, an incandescent lamp, warm yellow light, shining slowly on the man, but the back looked cold.
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