69novels Chapter 220 Miss, you didn't want this either...
Chapter 220 Miss, you didn't want this either...
Chapter 220 Miss, you didn't want this either...
"What bad luck! Even buying a gift can lead to it being stolen."
Watching Susie's golden retriever board the carriage, Lorne turned back and focused his gaze on the villa across the street.
"Should I go?" The bodyguard's voice came from behind.
Lorne shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the house: "No need. The people in this house are all rich and powerful. Making a move rashly might cause trouble."
"I won't be discovered," Sharon said calmly, as if stating a fact.
Lorne fell into a brief moment of contemplation. He stroked his chin, weighing the pros and cons. Sending the bodyguard in to retrieve the item would be the simplest solution, but he felt it wasn't that straightforward.
"Forget it," he ultimately rejected the suggestion, "Let's find a way to catch them in the act."
"You have less than two days left to be protected."
The bodyguard's meaning was clear: if she wanted my help, now was the time to do it.
"The job of a bodyguard doesn't include these things," Lorne replied in a low voice, not knowing whether he was speaking to her or to himself.
He looked up, and the crimson moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto his face.
Am I not ruthless enough?
The thought popped up out of nowhere.
"If I were a ruthless person, some things might not have happened," he couldn't help but start reflecting. If he hadn't helped Danitz at sea, would he have avoided getting involved with the Rose School? If he hadn't meddled and saved Tracy after the shipwreck, would that pirate general have inexplicably put a bounty on his head?
Each choice, each adherence to the moral code from before the transmigration, only resulted in pushing oneself into increasingly dangerous situations.
Time passed by, and it wasn't until midnight that a nimble figure finally climbed over the wall from the second floor of the villa, landed silently, and then skillfully went to a manhole cover in the middle of the street, pried it open, and crawled down.
"Click."
A soft sound. Lorne, hiding in the shadows, held up the camera he'd bought from the gift shop for 200 dollars, and secretly snapped a photo the instant the figure appeared.
He looked down and was somewhat surprised.
"Not bad, this camera."
Even though the surrounding area was only dimly lit by gas streetlights, the photos I took were exceptionally clear, with a slight night vision effect. Moreover, there was no need to adjust the focus at all; just point at the target and press the shutter. It felt like using a point-and-shoot camera from before the time travel era.
"Not bad—this camera is definitely worth 200 pounds." Lorne was itching to take it apart and see how it worked.
"What do we do now?" Sharon's ethereal voice interrupted his research.
"Let's wait a little longer—" Lorne stroked his chin and squinted. "That person just now seemed to have climbed down from a window seat on the second floor. It's practically impossible for a servant's room to be in such a good location."
He quickly came to a conclusion: "This means that one of the owners of this house has a kleptomania."
This is troublesome.
"Ordinary servants are easy to deal with. We are in the right, and even if we teach them a lesson and are discovered, it won't cause any major problems. But for masters of such high status, taking rash action could cause big trouble. People of such high status must have connections with the church."
The bodyguard remained silent, and Lorne also fell into deep thought.
A few minutes later, he suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hey, looks like I'll have to be the bad guy this time."
However, we can't let Lorne's identity cause any more accidents.
Listen—that's right! I have an alias, isn't that what I use for this kind of situation? A plan quickly took shape in his mind.
He turned to look at the shadow beside him, adopting a more relaxed tone: "Before my bodyguard mission ends, could you do me one more favor by catching a thief?"
..
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes~"
The next day, Lorne, disguised as James Scott again with a camouflage cufflink, returned to Berklund Street.
He held a copy of the Backlund Post in his left hand, while toying with a deep blue crystal in his right. This was a spiritual material he had previously traded with the captain; it was a raw material for making talismans, and aside from its mystical uses, it was also very valuable in itself.
If the other party is a thief with extraordinary strength, they would definitely be interested in this thing.
The manhole cover showed signs of being frequently moved, indicating that the thief frequented the area, a fact confirmed by the subsequent events.
"But—a councilor?" Lorne's gaze swept over the villa seemingly casually.
He had already inquired and learned that the owner of the villa was named Maurice Macht, a member of the House of Commons and a member of the New Party.
This politician's upbringing is so poor! Having a thief in your home is a huge scandal! Politicians care a lot about their reputation.
If this gets out, it could seriously damage the other person's political career.
Lorne's thoughts began to wander.
If I want to open a factory and start a business, I'll inevitably have to deal with these politicians. If I can make good use of this information...maybe, hehe.
"Wait a minute!" Lorne, lost in his fantasy, was suddenly startled. "I was supposed to be playing a hypocrite, but why do I feel like I've actually become one—"
He shook his head. "But I've been a good guy for so long, it's not a big deal if I'm bad once in a while, right?"
"Besides, this was a reactive response! Who told you to steal my things?"
"The target has been spotted," the bodyguard's voice rang in his ears.
Thank you for your trouble.
Vengeful spirits have the ability to influence thoughts, and someone who has a history of theft will certainly be affected.
Lorne put the crystal into his open coat pocket and waited for his target to approach.
A moment later, he noticed someone had come up behind him, so he picked up a newspaper and pretended to be walking around looking at it, completely oblivious to his surroundings.
As Lorne approached, he realized that the person was already close to him.
The moment that hand reached into his pocket and took out the crystal!
"Don't move!"
Lorne whirled around, his left hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing the other man's wrist tightly, catching him red-handed! At the same time, his other hand, hidden in his pocket, pulled out a camera and snapped a series of photos at the wrong face.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch!"
"Oh, she's a beautiful girl." Lorne looked at the face under the hood with some surprise. It was a young lady with long, wavy dark green hair and bright, deep brown eyes. Her expression was slightly open, as if she couldn't quite accept reality.
"Looks like I scared you. Let me help you face reality—"
Seeing the other person's stunned expression, Lorne slowly broke into an extremely "kind" smile.
"Miss, you don't want me to spread this around, do you?"