Chapter Thirty: The Brawl in the Locker Room

  Body - Three

  "Monkey, (that lean agent stationed in Paris), Krute has vanished from our surveillance area, hurry up and dispatch your informants to search for him!" After discovering Krute's disappearance, Jason contacted Monkey at the first opportunity, seeking his help. Monkey replied: "Don't worry, his whereabouts are still under our control, what's wrong with you guys, so careless that you let Krute slip away from right under your noses?"

  "Sorry, we were too careless. We had a dispute with some thugs earlier and in the blink of an eye, this old man slipped away." Jason apologized hastily. The monkey said: "Are you guys out of your minds? Why are you arguing with thugs? Don't you know what your mission is? It's despicable! Luckily we also planted surveillance eyes on the periphery, or else it would have been troublesome this time." I said to the monkey: "Now that things have come to this, scolding us won't do any good. Fortunately, Krute's whereabouts are still under our control. I think there's no need to delay, let's take action tonight." The monkey said: "That's also good, taking action tonight will prevent unnecessary trouble; so, we'll stick to the original plan, you guys handle the capture, and we'll handle the peripheral support and communication. The password remains the same."

  With the time of action determined, Jason and I made some more advance preparations before again putting Krute under close surveillance in accordance with the information provided by our informant.

  At 7 o'clock in the evening, Krute arrived at a high-end club under the escort of a burly bodyguard. The club had a strict membership entry system, and if you weren't a VIP member, forget about entering. I asked Jason what to do. Jason smiled and said, "Easy, just go straight in." I asked Jason, "Are you their VIP member?" Jason replied, "No, but we can become their VIP members, don't you remember? We have plenty of US dollars on hand." I asked, "Is it that simple? As far as I know, top-level clubs like this one all have strict entry systems, and just having money isn't enough." Jason said, "I'd love to see what kind of club would refuse US dollars. Come on, let's go check it out."

  As we arrived at the entrance of the club, just as we were about to enter, the guard stopped us: "Sorry sir, please show your VIP card." "What? Speak English, you idiot, we don't understand French," Jason said arrogantly. The guard repeated in broken English: "Please show your membership card." Jason stared at the guard and said: "Membership card? No, what can we do?" The guard said: "Sorry, if you two are not members, please forgive us, we cannot let you in." Jason pulled out his wallet, took out a wad of cash, and slapped it on the guard's face. "Here, are you satisfied now? Can we go in now?"

  The guard remained humble: "Sorry, sir, no membership card, you can't come in no matter how much money you give me." Seeing the guard say this, Jason took out a wad of cash and slapped it on the guard's face, saying loudly: "Is that okay?" "No!" The guard was still very determined. Jason became somewhat impatient: "I'm asking if you're looking for trouble, it seems I must let you taste the power of Jason..." As he spoke, Jason grabbed the guard's collar.

  I hastily stopped Jason: "Don't be ridiculous, Jason! Excuse me, where do we need to go to apply for membership in this club?" The guard said: "You need to go to the 104 Foundation Organization." I asked the guard: "Where is the office of the 104 Foundation Organization located?" The guard said: "At No. 32 Street District!" I said: "Okay, Jason, let's go..."

  I pulled Jason back onto the car. "Jason, your behavior just now was really stupid, we're not very exposed like this, are we?" Jason said: "Muddy toad, don't be so jumpy, I was indeed angry just now, thinking that I, Jason, am what kind of person, never been rejected by anyone before, that doorman just now was too detestable, really blind." I helplessly said: "Yes, Jason sir, he was too unreasonable to you, but don't forget, we're on a mission." Jason said: "Alright, don't blame me anymore, I know my mistake, so what do you think we should do now, can't get into the club, how are we going to carry out the capture?"

  I thought for a moment and said, "Contact Monkey, first confirm whether Kroot is still in the club, and if there's any possibility of leaving from another 'door'." "Makes sense!" Jason nodded, then adjusted the frequency of AK and contacted Monkey. At the same time, I also checked the detailed information about this club through AK, and especially made a careful understanding of the communication facilities of the club.

  After contacting the monkey, Jason said to me: "That old ghost is still in the clubhouse, what should we do next?" I said to Jason: "You have endless dollars, think of a way to bribe the person in charge of the local communications department, and then let them issue us a work permit, temporarily. The rest will be done by me." Jason asked: "Do you mean to pretend to be a communication company's staff 'mix' into the clubhouse?" I nodded: "That's right!" Jason asked: "Their communication equipment is not faulty, how can they possibly need technical personnel for maintenance?" I asked Jason back: "Have you forgotten what my background is?"

  Jason smiled and said, "Alright, it's up to you now, mudfish. Try to think of a way to crash their program-controlled terminal." I said, "No need for that, to be honest, this is also very difficult, but causing temporary interference shouldn't be a problem; in any case, time is pressing, I'll give you half an hour to get the documents back and then we'll start our capture operation." Jason said, "The time is a bit tight, it's already evening, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to get things done." I said, "I don't care, dig 'doors', steal 'holes', intimidate or bribe, just think of a way yourself. Half an hour, that's all you have." Jason nodded and said, "Alright, see you in half an hour!"

  After Jason drove away, I found a secluded seat in a coffee shop across from the clubhouse and then contacted the US headquarters through AK. With the assistance of the technical personnel at the headquarters, we sealed off the electromagnetic space of the clubhouse with a spy satellite. Then, I continued to disrupt the communication environment of the clubhouse with medium and short wave signals, causing all mobile communication devices inside the clubhouse to lose signal. My work was soon done, but Jason never came back.

  Five minutes later, Jason finally came back. I asked Jason: "How's it going? Did you get the documents done?" Jason spread his hands and said: "No, this is too difficult, can't even touch the 'door'." I angrily said: "Jason, you're really an idiot, my plan was completely ruined by you, why didn't you just shoot yourself and not come back!" Jason smiled and said: "Don't worry, although I didn't get the documents done, I did this... otherwise, take a look." I asked in surprise: "What am I looking at?" Jason said: "Don't rush, count slowly, 1, 2, 3..." I suspiciously asked: "What's going on?" Jason looked at his watch and said: "Don't ask, just count." "Okay! 1... 2... 3..." As soon as my voice fell, the entire street's electricity suddenly went out with a pop.

  "I'm glad to say, 'Really got you Jason, let's get moving,'" I said. We came to the side door of the clubhouse and told the guard that the communication equipment had malfunctioned and the power in the area had suddenly gone out. In order not to affect the normal activities of the members, we had to hurry up and repair it. The guard was clearly skeptical of what we were saying and refused to let us into the clubhouse. I pretended to threaten him, "If the communication equipment fails and is not eliminated in time, can you afford to take responsibility?" The guard was somewhat embarrassed, considered for a moment, called the internal line to ask for instructions, and finally let us in. Jason muttered as he walked, "If it weren't for fear of triggering the infrared alarm system, I wouldn't be bothered with this poor guy."

  Ten minutes after entering the clubhouse, the power and communication of the clubhouse were fully restored. Jason and I put on a set of work clothes for the clubhouse staff respectively, and began to secretly search for Klute.

  At 7:50, Kruut was finally locked down by us. At this time, he was accompanied by a bodyguard and taking a Finnish bath. I made an appointment with Jason that in order to ensure the capture action did not cause "chaos", we would first find a way to get rid of Kruut's bodyguard before proceeding with the secret capture. The two of us stripped naked, wrapped only in a towel, sat down not far from Kruut. At this time, Kruut was lying in the water with his eyes closed, while his bodyguard stood not far behind him with his bare back exposed.

  I shot Jaison a look, and he stood up, pretending to be drunk, staggering towards the bodyguard. The guy was a hulking mass of muscle, at least half a head taller than Jaison, with a physique that screamed formidable fighter. Jaison glanced at me, chuckled, then dropped his towel and took a leak on the back of the bodyguard's jacket. The bodyguard didn't realize what Jaison had done, but he spun around, enraged, grabbing Jaison by the throat and snarling, "You black bastard, looking for trouble?" I stepped in quickly, grabbed the bodyguard's wrist, and apologized profusely, "Sorry sir, my friend is drunk, please forgive his transgression!" The bodyguard looked at me with a mixture of disdain and arrogance, saying, "What are you, something? Get out of here before I take care of you too."

  The bodyguard sneered at me, and I coldly said to him: "Friend, don't talk too much nonsense, I advise you not to be ungrateful!" At this time, Jason also knocked away the bodyguard's hand that was choking me: "Kid, I'm looking for death, let's find a quiet place to practice!" I deliberately provoked him and said: "How about it, dare you?" The bodyguard looked at Krute lying in the water, then glared at us and said: "Fine, since you two are tired of living, I'll take care of you today! Let's go..."

  We three came to the dressing room. The bodyguard stood in the center of the dressing room and said, "Come on, kids, let's go!" I saw that there was no one else in the dressing room, so I quietly closed the door and gave Jason a signal. Jason understood and walked up to the bodyguard, asking, "Do you want to fight us one-on-one or all together?" The big guy smiled lazily: "Together..." Just as the bodyguard's guard was down for a moment, I quickly used a thin rope that I had prepared in advance to tightly strangle his neck.

  The bodyguard's face turned red with exertion, his muscles bulging as he tried to break free from my restraints. He used all his brute strength, kicking both legs out and slamming me hard against the wall. At this point, I didn't dare relax for a moment, continuing to strangle him with all my might. Jason grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into the bodyguard's mouth, muffling his cries.

  Five minutes later, the big bodyguard finally stopped resisting.