Fantasy Game: Infinite City

Chapter 524 The Polluted City (18)

In the private residence on the fifth floor of the small town hospital, which was as luxurious as a presidential suite, the old policeman Juan finally sat down on the sofa and rubbed his waist and his aching arms.

Adenauer stood across from the sofa. From Juan's perspective, aside from the cigarette in his mouth, he looked no different than usual. He had his rifle slung across his back, his hands unholstered. But based on his previous observations of him in combat and his muscular build, Juan could tell he could kill him at any distance, even without a gun. So, Juan removed his uncomfortable body armor and placed his gun on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Since these things couldn't protect him, he might as well take them off and rest for a while.

"Give."

"Oh, thank you."

Madison retrieved three bottles of cold beer from the kitchen refrigerator. She gave one to Juan, kept one for herself, and placed the last on the table. Juan, seemingly still somewhat resentful of Adenauer, shook his head, but understood Madison's sentiments. He began to stand and offer the bottle to Adenauer, but Adenauer raised his hand, motioning Juan to leave it alone. He then took the bottle on the coffee table.

"I'm not so petty."

"Okay, let me take a sip first... Hmm..."

After a sip of ice beer, the old policeman Juan felt much more energetic. However, as everyone gradually relaxed, his wet clothes began to become icy cold, making him very uncomfortable. So Juan asked if he could change his wet clothes first.

"We're not in a hurry. Even if you're not satisfied with the information we tell you later, at least let us change into dry clothes before we get killed. That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

"I'd like to take a shower too, of course, if that's not suspicious."

Perhaps because she felt desperate about her future situation, Madison stopped pretending. Her tone towards Adenauer was still aggressive, as if she was seeking death.

"Please, I have no objection."

Adenauer, however, didn't care at all about Madison's temper. Perhaps the tobacco had calmed him down, so he resumed his previous polite attitude. However, in Madison's eyes, Adenauer acted like a hypocrite, so Madison raised two middle fingers at Adenauer and rolled her eyes. Then she stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water running could be heard from inside the bathroom.

"Huh...young people nowadays all have this kind of personality."

Juan sighed and quietly observed Adenauer's expression. He was still the same, with no obvious changes in his expression. The more he was like this, the more uncertain Juan felt. But since there was nothing he could do now, he might as well relax. So Juan stood up, walked into other rooms, and began to look for clothes to wear.

In one of the rooms, Juan found a row of expensive-looking wardrobes. Upon opening them, he discovered women's clothing. In the cabinets in the center of the room, he found a large amount of expensive jewelry and a cabinet full of luxury watches. It seemed the original owner of this luxurious residence was a woman, or at least had a female companion who lived there regularly. Given Madison's familiarity with the place, it was likely that she was related to the owner, or perhaps even the owner herself.

Juan had no bad taste and naturally would not wear women's clothes, so he left the dressing room and went into other rooms to look for suitable clothes. After about a few minutes, he found a suitcase in the closet of a bedroom with a double bed. There were some men's clothes in it. Juan took a sweater and trousers and tried them on. Although they were a bit long, they were big enough for even his body shape to wear. So Juan put on the clothes and looked like a retired old man. Juan patted his belly. If he retired, he would probably choose this kind of dress, of course, if he could live to retirement.

Apart from the clothes in the suitcase, there were almost no other men's clothes in the entire residence, so Juan took the suitcase directly and returned to the sofa in the living room.

"I only found these clothes. See if there's anything you can wear. Even though our body shapes are completely different, I'm about as fat as you are strong, so you should be able to fit in them."

"Thank you."

Adenauer wasn't particularly particular about his attire. He casually found a pair of suitable pants in his suitcase, walked into a nearby room, and shed his rain-soaked clothes before changing into the pants. They were black sweatpants, quite stretchy, so even for Adenauer's body type, they were comfortable and even fitted him perfectly. Returning to the living room, shirtless, Adenauer reminded Juan of Simon. Sometimes when he saw him at Simon's house, he'd favored that look, but their temperaments were quite different. Simon had more of a gangster vibe, while Adenauer was more like a dangerous assassin with a mysterious past.

"I thought you were going to have a gun."

"It's not time to work now, there's no need to bring them."

"Ok."

After returning to the living room, Adenauer sat on a nearby sofa and began to disassemble his rifle into parts, arranging them neatly on the coffee table. He then disassembled his pistol into parts and placed them on the coffee table as well. He then went to the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels, a bottle of oil, and some tableware. After returning to the sofa, he broke apart the tableware, made some handmade cleaning tools, and began to carefully clean the disassembled parts.

This time, Juan finally noticed a change in Adenauer's expression. He looked relaxed, even amused. What seemed like tedious and troublesome work to most people seemed like a way for Adenauer to relax. His movements were skillful, even using crude, handmade cleaning tools to meticulously clean every corner of the parts. His movements were careful, but not slow at all. It seemed he was incredibly familiar with guns. Juan believed that with enough materials, he could probably make one himself.

Juan drank cold beer and watched Adenauer skillfully cleaning the parts. He looked at his gun on the other side of the coffee table and wanted to clean it carefully like Adenauer, but after thinking about the complicated steps, he quickly gave up the idea.

"give it to me."

Adenauer may have understood Juan's eyes, and stretched out his hand to Juan, motioning him to hand the gun to him. After taking the gun, Adenauer quickly disassembled it into parts, placed it next to the gaps between other parts, and began to clean them one by one. Perhaps feeling that four guns were not enough, Adenauer simply disassembled Madison's two guns into parts. Soon, the entire coffee table was filled with parts except for the cleaning tools.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. After a while, Madison came out, wiping her wet hair with one hand and holding a bath towel with the other. She returned to the dressing room that Juan had entered before, found a loose home dress to change into, and then returned to the living room. Before she sat down on the sofa, she saw the parts on the table.

"You took our guns apart?!"

Adenauer did not reply and continued to concentrate on cleaning the parts.

"Don't worry, he knows these parts very well, so there won't be any problems. Besides, we won't be using the gun for the time being."

"He put all the parts of these guns together. Can he remember which gun each part came from?"

"can."

As Madison stared at him with confusion, Adenauer finished cleaning all the parts. Then, in less than two minutes, to the astonishment of veteran police officer Juan and Madison, Adenauer had assembled all six guns. He tested them, and they worked as smoothly as new. After reloading, Adenauer returned the other four guns to Juan and Madison.

In fact, his speed could be even faster, but that would be unreasonable. Secondly, this ordinary gun might not be able to withstand such a fast assembly speed. That's why he didn't use a faster assembly speed.

After the gun was assembled, the living room fell into an awkward silence. Perhaps because he felt the atmosphere was too depressing, the old policeman Juan took the initiative to break the silence.

"Didn't you ask me before how much I knew about Johor Bahru? Now that we have time, let's talk. What do you want to know about Johor Bahru?"

"Let's start with your attitude towards going to Johor Bahru when you were escorting the prison van from the prison."

“Huh…Okay, as for why I compared going to Johor Bahru to hitting the road, it’s because…it’s exactly what happened.”

"why?"

“Because no one who has been to Johor Bahru has ever come out alive. At least not many.”

"But from your attitude, I can tell you've been to Johor Bahru more than once. Aren't you living well? And according to rumors I heard in prison before, there are quite a few prisoners who have escaped from Johor Bahru."

"Those guys didn't escape, and their identities are not who they think they are."

"From your tone, do you know something about the situation?"

After taking a long breath and taking a sip of cold beer, the old policeman Juan began to talk about Johor Bahru.

About 30 years ago, Juan, fresh out of the Police Academy, went to Johor Bahru to work as a uniformed officer. At that time, Johor Bahru wasn't a city, but rather a relatively remote town perched on a hilltop. After all, over 30 years ago, there weren't the winding mountain roads we have today. At the time, Johor Bahru, or Johor Bahru Town, was a small town of around people. While not as developed as it is today, the townspeople lived a peaceful life. Despite its remote location, the scenery was beautiful and the people were simple. So, during his years as a police officer in Johor Bahru, Juan essentially lived a life similar to retirement. There were rarely any incidents in town that required police officers, other than minor matters like someone's cow being lost.

"However, in my last year as a police officer in Xinshan Town, a group of people came to the town, claiming to be from the government. They discovered some rare minerals in the town and planned to build a mine there. At first, when the townspeople found out, they all disagreed. After all, once the mine was built, the residents of the town would have to leave. Although some young people at the time had no objection to this issue, after all, the conditions offered were very generous, not only money, but also a house for each resident in other places. So the young people were more in favor of the decision to open the mine, but some elderly people who had lived in the town for a long time did not want to leave the place where they were born and raised. Among them were two farmers who owned larger properties in the town, so they disagreed, and the mine was not built."

Although the group of people who claimed to be sent by the government went back soon after receiving the reply, just one month after they left, one of the two farmers who disagreed with the opening of the mine disappeared mysteriously, and the other was found hanged in his own barn, with a suicide note left next to him.

"I was at the scene and participated in the forensic examination of one of the individuals involved. Everything looked fine, just as it appeared. But there was one point of doubt. I knew the farmer who hanged himself in his barn. He was a nice guy, but he had a bad temper. Most importantly, he was illiterate. It's not that he couldn't read a single word; he had no problem communicating on a daily basis, but he couldn't write many words, and his handwriting was extremely illegible. People who weren't familiar with him couldn't understand what he wrote at all. However, the suicide note found next to him was not only neatly written, but also had no typos or wrong words. Strangely, the handwriting was exactly the same. I raised my suspicions at the time, but the sheriff completely ignored my questions."