706: Chapter 462.1 - The Mastermind is Someone Else (Part One)

Chapter 462.1 - The Mastermind is Someone Else (Part One)

Chapter 462: The Mastermind is Someone Else (Part One)1

Xu Cheng went back to the laboratory.

It had been already fifteen days since he last came back here, and he was afraid that he would come back to see the death of the queen bee.

When he went to check out the jar, he noticed that the queen bee was gone. There was also no movement.

Xu Cheng’s first thought was that the queen bee was so dead that its body already became dust and got buried within the soil at the bottom of the pot.

But, when he went to knock on the glass jar, the queen bee actually came out of the honeycomb placed inside the jar and began flying around!

Xu Cheng was overjoyed! He checked the calendar on the wall and indeed, it had been 15 days!

Plus the time that the queen bee had been alive before, it had basically been alive for 20 days now.

Of course, it was still too early to conclude that the experiment lengthened its lifecycle, but Xu Cheng was still very hopeful that the turtle gene was working.

He didn’t let out the queen bee just yet as he still wanted to observe it for a bit longer and check out how much longer the queen bee’s life really could be extended by.

– The next day –

Withers came to an office building near the casino and built himself a temporary stronghold.

“Boss, those four checked into a room again, the Venetian Hotel, Presidential Suite 201 on the second floor,” at this time, a subordinate reported Saar and the other four’s activity. “They appeared right on schedule.”

“Everyone, get ready, they are on the move. If you notice any of the mafia members being active near the casino, immediately report to me and keep a close eye on them.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Several large casinos had already been surrounded by undercover FBI agents.

As for those guys at the usual breakfast location, they were already being watched by the FBI.

The moment they went in and gambled, they would immediately be followed by undercover agents.

“Everyone inside the casino, on standby? The moment these guys go in and take out their phone to check, immediately trace the signal and hack it to see who’s the guy coordinating all of this.”

– Outside –

Those gang members, in fact, already knew there were many undercover cops around them. They had intel too, they also knew which ones were onto them.

“Bunch of idiots, it’s already the era of information and technology, they think we wouldn’t notice just because they are undercover? Right now just with one picture, the internet can dig up even your ancestry,” one of the gang members glanced at the undercover agents and sneered.

“Let’s eat breakfast, don’t mind them. Just let them watch. After all, today, we are just here to have some breakfast,” another guy said as he stuffed a big piece of bacon in his mouth.

“These guys are so funny, that captain Withers guy is even more stupid. Why would he go and confront our bosses yesterday without any evidence? Isn’t that basically alerting us and telling us to be more careful?”

“Who knows? They probably thought we would all be scared and sh-t our pants when they yell ‘I’m FBI’. Don’t they know who we are? We grew up with big balls.”

Withers directly walked out and came to a cafe and kept his eyes on the Venetian Hotel. In a bit, the moment those guys made a move in the casino, he would charge into the presidential suite to capture whoever was giving orders on what to bet on.

At this time, Xu Cheng pushed open the door and walked into the cafe. There was no other vacant seat other than the long row Agent Withers was sitting on, so he just went over and sat across from Withers a few seats down.

“Get me a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee, thanks. And also the newspaper for today,” Xu Cheng said to the waiter.

The waiter brought over the coffee and the newspaper, and Xu Cheng gave him 10$ in tip.

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