Caressing a firearm was an utterly familiar concept to Mogensha. As long as his fingers touched the pistol, he felt as though it was an extension of his body. Brother Black easily pinched the pistol from its hoister and fired off at another undercover cop.
The gunfire instantly created a massive uproar. Security wanted to squeeze in while civilians scrambled to leave the place. At the core of this ruckus, were three undercover cops; two unlucky unconscious ones and the other groaning in agony from being shot. Yet the pistol that was fired was in the hands of an unconscious undercover cop.
Evidently, he was in big trouble...…
Meanwhile, Sheyan and Brother Black strolled out of the airport departure terminal. They possessed the strength to easily deal with any problems now.
While strolling, Brother Black put on his shades and asked.
"What's going on, encountering such an issue after disembarking."
Sheyan contemplated quietly and muttered.
"Seems like it's related to Zi, but yet not her."
While waving for a cab, Mogensha replied.
"Indeed, she doesn't have any motive. Also, it seems as though the three cops were only looking for trouble and not bent on persecuting us to death."
Sheyan pondered and replied.
"If it isn't Zi, then the problem lies in Reef. We've already accepted help from him numerous times, could it be others are attempting to exploit this and seek trouble for him."
Mogensha sneered and smiled with his pearly white teeth.
"Excellent, we can eliminate these problems for him along the way. Reef, that kind hearted sheep, only knows how to preach all day long; yet he doesn't know the most persuasive tool is a 7.62mm old mate."
At this moment, they managed to flag a cab. After reporting their destination, they casually hopped into the car. Instead, the cab driver looked stunned for a while and apologized.
"I'm sorry gents, can't drive you there."
Sheyan became momentarily speechless; "What's wrong with the world lately? Even a cab driver wishes to go against us?"
Fortunately, the cab driver shrugged his shoulders and resolved his doubts.
"There ain't a place called Shumpert Headquarters in Silicon Valley."
"Oh, then Heidela Plaza first." Sheyan quickly thought of several possibilities. For example, there was a change in the building's name, or maybe it wasn't an official name and a mere nickname, or it isn't a noticeable and flashy name like Juantu (Author's nickname).....
As for Heidela Plaza, it was an entertainment paradise hailed as a mini Vegas, thus, he should be able to scout out for information there.
It was night time when Sheyan and Mogensha arrived at Heidela Plaza. Rich and diverse forms of night lights illuminated the atmosphere, as various types of restaurants filled the area. Gorgeous beauties in skintight pants and flowery bras strolled around which caused Brother Black's eyes to light up. He whistled with his thick lips and exclaimed.
"Hoho, this is simply paradise!"
As a sailor who traveled to different parts of the world, Sheyan was rather accustomed to such lively western places. Still, Brother Black seemed to be more familiar, as he led Sheyan to patronize an outdoor western food restaurant.
They both sat on swing-style seats as Brother Black whistled for the nearby dark-skinned waitress. He fished out a hundred dollar bill and stashed in between her deep cleavage before giving it a nice pinch and inquiring.
"Hello sweetheart, any recommendations?"
Sheyan couldn't appreciate beauties of other ethnicities, but Brother Black's eyes were filled with lust. He then ordered a series of dishes – Baked lobster with cheese, Chocolate apple pie, Hawaiian salad, supremely fresh oysters.....and also attempted to ask about a Shumpert building.
Instead, the waitress's eyes flickered and shook her head. Since Sheyan and Mogensha were in the real world, they didn't scrutinize her thoroughly.
Despite the restaurant's bustling crowd, the dishes were quickly served. When they sank their teeth into the steaming baked cheese lobster, a fresh and tasty al dente sensation overwhelmed their taste buds. One could distinctly hear the crispy sounds of chewing flesh, and smell the milky aroma of mildly burnt cheese; truly a sumptuous, saliva-inducing mouthful.
The chocolate pie resembled China's egg fried rice; simple to make, but tough to perfect. Of course, an apple pie couldn't compare with gold quality egg fried rice. Still, it was extremely delicious. With a single bite, a fragrance of apple flushed into their nostrils and linger on their tongues like the spring breeze; carrying a delightful touch of mild moisture.
The Hawaiian salad wasn't hard to prepare. The salad sauce could be purchased at any supermarket, but the crux lies in the word 'freshness'. It was simply impossible to resist leaves that were just plucked from plants, still dripping wet with the careful rinse of spring water.
As for the oysters, it suited Mogensha's taste buds the most. His eyes sparkled as he eyed the oysters. Taking a slight whiff of its freshness first, he carved the oyster from the shell and slurped it down. Then, he closed his eyes and from his blissful countenance, one could decipher a delight that surpasses making love, and a high that surmounts drugs.
Instead, oysters were rather common to a sailor like Sheyan. Still, seeing the way Brother Black enjoyed the oysters, he couldn't help but mimic his manner of consumption.
According to Brother Black; first, use a knife to carve out the oyster before pressing one's lips at the edge of the oyster, and giving it a gentle suck. Once the tongue interacts with the juicy flesh, slightly add strength and the fertile and rich oyster would stimulate one's oral cavity; akin to a meticulous french kiss which left a stifling sensation. Following up with a mouth of red wine, this was seemingly a limitless sensation.
After eating the oyster, Sheyan finally understood. Eating an oyster wasn't merely for that distinct fishy taste, but also the unique sensation of the oyster sliding through the tongue and into the throat. An icy cold yet deliciously supple texture creating an unparalleled satisfaction in one's belly.
The duo left in satisfaction after completing their meal. According to the plan, they will now head for a night club bar, a natural haven for gathering intelligence.
Yet upon exiting the restaurant, a chain of motorcycle rumbling reverberated through the alley before introducing 6-7 motorbikes sped in.
That black waitress that accepted Mogensha's hundred dollar bill was sitting on the backseat of one of the motorbikes, as her ample chests squeezed in and violated the space of the male in front.
At this moment, Mogensha was filled with regret, knowing that he had caused this aspect due to his own itchy hands.
A brat wearing a nose ring revved his Harley bike and arrogantly dashed towards Sheyan. Right about 10 centimeters away, he came to an abrupt halt and casted a slanted look.
"You wanna know about the Shumpert building?"
Sheyan remained silent while Brother Black shrugged his shoulders.
"Is there a problem?"
A second later, someone pointed a pistol at his head and coldly declared.
"To the side. Move! Go on!"
They didn't dare to be too unbridled in a public area and obviously desired to oppress Sheyan and Mogensha away from the public eye. Alas, they failed to notice snickering at the back.
Intelligence found a way to his door without him looking, what else could be more satisfying?
Moments later, with their hands raised, the duo were forced into a remote alley. That rider boyfriend of the waitress pronounced impatiently.
"Ask em' who sent them here, then let em' fly."
Brother Black sighed when he heard the word 'fly'. This so-called 'fly' meant tossing them from a high altitude. The usually lawless Mogensha was filled with killing intent as he glanced at Sheyan.
"Boss?"
Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"So, whoever can answer my queries will not die."
Immediately, the brat holding the pistol against Sheyan's neck angrily lifted it, and smacked the pistol butt down onto Sheyan's head.
"Moron! You heard our boss' words...….eh?"
The reason he stammered was simply because Sheyan was currently smirking at him.
All of a sudden, Mogensha seized the pistol barrier, before easily smashing an elbow in and sending that guy flying. With a pistol in his hand, an imposing aura of committing genocide with zero reserves flooded out!
Without hesitation, he blasted off the pistol at another's face, causing a shrilling scream to come to an abrupt halt.
Concurrently, Sheyan kicked the nearest Harley Davidson 5-6 meters away, and easily pulled down another rider before pounding his head against the wall.
Consecutively, the other hoodlums brandished their steel pipes and daggers, as they rushed in while yelling furiously.
Yet merely less than ten seconds later, all of them were sprawling on the ground.
One remaining rider couldn't believe his eyes. After releasing a frantic cry, he stepped his bike pedal to the maximum and charged towards Sheyan!
Caressing a firearm was an utterly familiar concept to Mogensha. As long as his fingers touched the pistol, he felt as though it was an extension of his body. Brother Black easily pinched the pistol from its hoister and fired off at another undercover cop.
The gunfire instantly created a massive uproar. Security wanted to squeeze in while civilians scrambled to leave the place. At the core of this ruckus, were three undercover cops; two unlucky unconscious ones and the other groaning in agony from being shot. Yet the pistol that was fired was in the hands of an unconscious undercover cop.
Evidently, he was in big trouble...…
Meanwhile, Sheyan and Brother Black strolled out of the airport departure terminal. They possessed the strength to easily deal with any problems now.
While strolling, Brother Black put on his shades and asked.
"What's going on, encountering such an issue after disembarking."
Sheyan contemplated quietly and muttered.
"Seems like it's related to Zi, but yet not her."
While waving for a cab, Mogensha replied.
"Indeed, she doesn't have any motive. Also, it seems as though the three cops were only looking for trouble and not bent on persecuting us to death."
Sheyan pondered and replied.
"If it isn't Zi, then the problem lies in Reef. We've already accepted help from him numerous times, could it be others are attempting to exploit this and seek trouble for him."
Mogensha sneered and smiled with his pearly white teeth.
"Excellent, we can eliminate these problems for him along the way. Reef, that kind hearted sheep, only knows how to preach all day long; yet he doesn't know the most persuasive tool is a 7.62mm old mate."
At this moment, they managed to flag a cab. After reporting their destination, they casually hopped into the car. Instead, the cab driver looked stunned for a while and apologized.
"I'm sorry gents, can't drive you there."
Sheyan became momentarily speechless; "What's wrong with the world lately? Even a cab driver wishes to go against us?"
Fortunately, the cab driver shrugged his shoulders and resolved his doubts.
"There ain't a place called Shumpert Headquarters in Silicon Valley."
"Oh, then Heidela Plaza first." Sheyan quickly thought of several possibilities. For example, there was a change in the building's name, or maybe it wasn't an official name and a mere nickname, or it isn't a noticeable and flashy name like Juantu (Author's nickname).....
As for Heidela Plaza, it was an entertainment paradise hailed as a mini Vegas, thus, he should be able to scout out for information there.
It was night time when Sheyan and Mogensha arrived at Heidela Plaza. Rich and diverse forms of night lights illuminated the atmosphere, as various types of restaurants filled the area. Gorgeous beauties in skintight pants and flowery bras strolled around which caused Brother Black's eyes to light up. He whistled with his thick lips and exclaimed.
"Hoho, this is simply paradise!"
As a sailor who traveled to different parts of the world, Sheyan was rather accustomed to such lively western places. Still, Brother Black seemed to be more familiar, as he led Sheyan to patronize an outdoor western food restaurant.
They both sat on swing-style seats as Brother Black whistled for the nearby dark-skinned waitress. He fished out a hundred dollar bill and stashed in between her deep cleavage before giving it a nice pinch and inquiring.
"Hello sweetheart, any recommendations?"
Sheyan couldn't appreciate beauties of other ethnicities, but Brother Black's eyes were filled with lust. He then ordered a series of dishes – Baked lobster with cheese, Chocolate apple pie, Hawaiian salad, supremely fresh oysters.....and also attempted to ask about a Shumpert building.
Instead, the waitress's eyes flickered and shook her head. Since Sheyan and Mogensha were in the real world, they didn't scrutinize her thoroughly.
Despite the restaurant's bustling crowd, the dishes were quickly served. When they sank their teeth into the steaming baked cheese lobster, a fresh and tasty al dente sensation overwhelmed their taste buds. One could distinctly hear the crispy sounds of chewing flesh, and smell the milky aroma of mildly burnt cheese; truly a sumptuous, saliva-inducing mouthful.
The chocolate pie resembled China's egg fried rice; simple to make, but tough to perfect. Of course, an apple pie couldn't compare with gold quality egg fried rice. Still, it was extremely delicious. With a single bite, a fragrance of apple flushed into their nostrils and linger on their tongues like the spring breeze; carrying a delightful touch of mild moisture.
The Hawaiian salad wasn't hard to prepare. The salad sauce could be purchased at any supermarket, but the crux lies in the word 'freshness'. It was simply impossible to resist leaves that were just plucked from plants, still dripping wet with the careful rinse of spring water.
As for the oysters, it suited Mogensha's taste buds the most. His eyes sparkled as he eyed the oysters. Taking a slight whiff of its freshness first, he carved the oyster from the shell and slurped it down. Then, he closed his eyes and from his blissful countenance, one could decipher a delight that surpasses making love, and a high that surmounts drugs.
Instead, oysters were rather common to a sailor like Sheyan. Still, seeing the way Brother Black enjoyed the oysters, he couldn't help but mimic his manner of consumption.
According to Brother Black; first, use a knife to carve out the oyster before pressing one's lips at the edge of the oyster, and giving it a gentle suck. Once the tongue interacts with the juicy flesh, slightly add strength and the fertile and rich oyster would stimulate one's oral cavity; akin to a meticulous french kiss which left a stifling sensation. Following up with a mouth of red wine, this was seemingly a limitless sensation.
After eating the oyster, Sheyan finally understood. Eating an oyster wasn't merely for that distinct fishy taste, but also the unique sensation of the oyster sliding through the tongue and into the throat. An icy cold yet deliciously supple texture creating an unparalleled satisfaction in one's belly.
The duo left in satisfaction after completing their meal. According to the plan, they will now head for a night club bar, a natural haven for gathering intelligence.
Yet upon exiting the restaurant, a chain of motorcycle rumbling reverberated through the alley before introducing 6-7 motorbikes sped in.
That black waitress that accepted Mogensha's hundred dollar bill was sitting on the backseat of one of the motorbikes, as her ample chests squeezed in and violated the space of the male in front.
At this moment, Mogensha was filled with regret, knowing that he had caused this aspect due to his own itchy hands.
A brat wearing a nose ring revved his Harley bike and arrogantly dashed towards Sheyan. Right about 10 centimeters away, he came to an abrupt halt and casted a slanted look.
"You wanna know about the Shumpert building?"
Sheyan remained silent while Brother Black shrugged his shoulders.
"Is there a problem?"
A second later, someone pointed a pistol at his head and coldly declared.
"To the side. Move! Go on!"
They didn't dare to be too unbridled in a public area and obviously desired to oppress Sheyan and Mogensha away from the public eye. Alas, they failed to notice snickering at the back.
Intelligence found a way to his door without him looking, what else could be more satisfying?
Moments later, with their hands raised, the duo were forced into a remote alley. That rider boyfriend of the waitress pronounced impatiently.
"Ask em' who sent them here, then let em' fly."
Brother Black sighed when he heard the word 'fly'. This so-called 'fly' meant tossing them from a high altitude. The usually lawless Mogensha was filled with killing intent as he glanced at Sheyan.
"Boss?"
Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"So, whoever can answer my queries will not die."
Immediately, the brat holding the pistol against Sheyan's neck angrily lifted it, and smacked the pistol butt down onto Sheyan's head.
"Moron! You heard our boss' words...….eh?"
The reason he stammered was simply because Sheyan was currently smirking at him.
All of a sudden, Mogensha seized the pistol barrier, before easily smashing an elbow in and sending that guy flying. With a pistol in his hand, an imposing aura of committing genocide with zero reserves flooded out!
Without hesitation, he blasted off the pistol at another's face, causing a shrilling scream to come to an abrupt halt.
Concurrently, Sheyan kicked the nearest Harley Davidson 5-6 meters away, and easily pulled down another rider before pounding his head against the wall.
Consecutively, the other hoodlums brandished their steel pipes and daggers, as they rushed in while yelling furiously.
Yet merely less than ten seconds later, all of them were sprawling on the ground.
One remaining rider couldn't believe his eyes. After releasing a frantic cry, he stepped his bike pedal to the maximum and charged towards Sheyan!
