Chapter 167 Delivery
Two days later, in the evening, after Chen Mo finished his large paper kite, good news also came from Fatty.
The items are ready; we're just waiting for him to come and pick them up.
It was already 7 p.m., and the red moon hung high in the sky.
However, there are some dark clouds tonight, which dims the moonlight considerably.
The ominous blood-red disc that usually hangs in the sky is now mostly obscured by the clouds, with only a few streaks of dark red light occasionally peeking through the gaps.
The alley was darker than usual, with sparse streetlights and only a few windows letting out a dim yellow light.
Chen Mo gave the messenger a silver dollar as a tip, and the messenger left, thanking him profusely.
He closed the courtyard gate, went back into the house, and first took the large paper kite down from the shelf.
This kite is very well made.
It is over two meters long and more than one meter wide, with a streamlined shape, slightly spread wings, and a long, forked tail. At first glance, it looks like a large bird with outstretched wings.
He had tested this thing; it could easily handle a load of 500 pounds without any problem.
Chen Mo carefully put away the kite and then checked all the other materials, including the specially made rope and several iron buckles.
A roll of fuse, and several pieces of cast iron shell, stuffed with nails and steel pellets.
They were all stored in their storage magic treasures.
After everything was tidied up, Chen Mo stood in the center of the main room and glanced out the window.
The two watchmen were still at the alley entrance.
One of them was squatting against the wall, hunched over, as if dozing off.
Another person stood under the eaves of the opposite building, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, the embers flickering in the darkness.
The moonlight was mostly obscured by dark clouds, and the two figures appeared and disappeared in the dim alley, like two blurry ghostly shadows.
Chen Mo smiled slightly, pushed open the door, and walked out.
There were no other pedestrians in the alley.
At this hour, the neighbors had already closed their doors, staying at home doing needlework by the light of an oil lamp, or going to bed early to rest.
The alley was very quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance, which sounded particularly desolate under the red moon.
Chen Mo walked towards the two people at a leisurely pace.
The one crouching against the wall noticed him first, his body stiffened slightly, and his hand subtly reached for his waist.
The man smoking threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and looked over warily.
Just as the dark clouds overhead parted for a moment, a beam of dark red light fell down, illuminating Chen Mo's face and making his smile appear somewhat eerie.
"You two," Chen Mo walked up to me with a faint smile, "You've been following me for several days now, have you had a hard time?"
Before the words were even finished, their expressions changed drastically.
The person who was squatting suddenly stood up, and his hand had already drawn a short knife from his waist.
The other person took half a step back, seemingly about to shout something.
Chen Mo didn't give them a chance.
His figure flickered in the night, as if melting into the darkness.
The red moonlight was once again obscured by dark clouds, plunging the alley into a thick darkness. Only Chen Mo's movements stirred up a very faint breeze.
In the next instant, he was between the two men, his hands reaching out simultaneously to firmly grip their throats.
The man with the knife's pupils contracted sharply, and he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Chen Mo's left hand had already gripped the side of his neck, his thumb pressing above his Adam's apple, and he applied a gentle pressure.
Click.
A faint sound rang out at the same time, like stepping on a dead branch, which was particularly clear in the quiet alley.
The two collapsed almost simultaneously, falling silent before they could even struggle.
With a thought, Chen Mo opened the storage magic treasure in his sea of consciousness. An invisible power enveloped them, and the two corpses vanished into thin air, leaving not even a drop of blood behind.
The alley was deserted, with only the dark red moonlight falling on the ground, illuminating the mottled walls and faint water stains on the bluestone slabs.
Chen Mo patted non-existent dust off his hands and turned to walk back.
He took two steps and then stopped, bent down to pick up the short knife from the ground, and put it away as well.
After finishing off the tail, he returned to the entrance of the courtyard, locked the gate, and walked towards the Ford parked on the street.
The sound of the engine starting was particularly clear in the night. The headlights cut through the darkness ahead. Chen Mo stepped on the gas, and the car drove out of Willow Leaf Alley and onto the main road.
Fatty Li was already waiting at the door, dressed in dark clothes, with a guard beside him.
Seeing the car lights shining on him, he quickly went to meet them, opened the passenger door, and got in.
"Why did it take so long?" Fatty Li rubbed his hands and complained, "I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour."
"I handled a small matter."
Chen Mo replied, glancing at the back seat through the rearview mirror. Li Zhong had silently sat down there at some point, a dark figure breathing very lightly.
The fat man didn't ask any more questions, leaned back, and said, "Let's go. I've made all the arrangements at the fireworks factory. There's only an old man guarding the gate tonight, and I've already sent him off to drink."
Chen Mo stepped on the gas, and the car drove into the night.
The fireworks factory in the south of the city was located on the outskirts of Jinshi, near a branch of the South Canal, in a very remote location.
Once outside the city, the road became difficult to navigate, filled with gravel, dirt, and potholes. The Ford swayed and bounced along the bumpy dirt road ahead, its headlights illuminating the uneven surface.
Once outside the city, the road became difficult to navigate, filled with gravel, dirt, and potholes. The Ford swayed and bounced along the bumpy dirt road ahead, its headlights illuminating the uneven surface.
After driving for more than an hour, we finally saw the outline of a dark factory in the distance.
The fireworks factory occupies a considerable area, with walls made of broken bricks and topped with shards of broken glass.
Inside, there were several rows of low, tiled houses, all dark except for a lantern hanging at the gate, swaying in the night wind and casting a small, dim yellow light.
The fat man pointed ahead, "It's over there, go in through the side door."
Chen Mo parked the car in the open space outside the side gate and turned off the engine.
It was very quiet all around, not even the chirping of insects, only the wind blowing from the river, carrying a damp, earthy smell.
"Wait in the car. Li Zhong and I will go in and come out in a bit," the fat man said in a low voice as he opened the car door and got out of the car with Li Zhong.
He leaned back in his seat and watched the two of them slip into the side door one after the other before getting out of the car and quietly walking to the riverbank.
"thump."
"thump."
Two loud thuds of heavy objects hitting the water were heard.
After throwing the two bodies into the center of the river, Chen Mo squatted down to wash his hands with the river water before returning to the car to wait.
About fifteen minutes later, two figures emerged from the warehouse.
The fat man walked ahead, carrying a bulging sack on his shoulder.
Li Zhong followed behind, carrying two bags of the same size in each hand, steadily as if he were carrying two bags of rice.
The two walked quickly to the back of the car. The fat man opened the trunk, panting, first stuffing the bag on his shoulder into it, then taking the two bags from Li Zhong and arranging them side by side.
With a "bang," the trunk lid slammed shut.
The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened the passenger door, sat back down, and let out a long sigh: "Done, let's go."
Chen Mo started the car, and the Ford turned around and drove back along the dirt road it had come from.