Chapter 073 There’s something wrong with this dumbbell!
Just when Chen Jue came down from the back cliff and was practicing martial arts on the small fishing boat.
The wealthy bodyguard who was watching on the rooftop witnessed the whole process of Chen Jue crossing the path behind the mountain and disappearing into the night with the howling sea breeze.
"Brother Jun! The target has gone out...but he was wearing swimming trunks and seemed to be wearing goggles and a bath towel. He should have gone swimming in the sea behind." The bodyguard on the rooftop said a few words into the pocket microphone on his collar.
"Going for a wild swim in the ocean so late?"
"Forget it, I got it. Xiao He, you keep watching. If that person comes back, notify me in time." The flat-headed bodyguard who was eating after his shift in the small villa had a puzzled look on his face. Then he remembered the task assigned by his boss, put down his bowl, and winked at several of his companions who were also eating after their shift.
The three of them came out from the back at the same time and went around to the small villa at the end.
Chen Jue did not lock the door before leaving. The three bodyguards put shoe covers on their shoes one after another, put on a layer of black gloves on their hands, looked around, opened the door and slipped in.
"There's no one in Jun's room!"
"He should live alone!"
"Got it. Move quickly and see if there are any hidden weapons or voyeuristic devices."
The three of them talked in low voices, and two of them quickly went upstairs and searched room by room. The bodyguard with a flat head named Ajun took out a mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight function, and began to observe the living room on the first floor.
The first thing he saw was a set of sportswear lying on the sofa in the living room. That was what Chen Jue left behind after changing into his swimming trunks. The clothes and pants were just thrown there casually, with nothing in the pockets.
The second thing he saw was a smartphone plugged in and charging next to the TV cabinet. The screen of the phone was locked. There was also a wallet on the coffee table in the living room. The flat-headed bodyguard carefully opened the wallet and took a look at the ID card inside. He muttered, "27 years old? A local of Vancouver?"
Then he closed the wallet again, put it back in the same position it was in before he moved it, and started walking around the living room again.
After walking a few steps, he saw an unusual large object in the corner. He shone the flashlight on his mobile phone and found that it was an oversized dumbbell with a electroplated luster!
"What the hell?!"
“Is this a dumbbell for fitness?”
The flat-headed bodyguard was also startled. He moved closer to take a look and saw that the words "200KG" were laser engraved on the flat surfaces on both sides of the dumbbell. Although the size was a bit exaggerated, the appearance was actually carved from the same mold as the street-style dumbbells that were popular on the Internet.
"200 kilograms?"
"A full 400 kilograms!"
"Can a human lift this?" The flat-headed bodyguard thought he was seeing things, so he stretched out his gloved hand to lift it, and discovered that the dumbbell was incredibly heavy in his hand, and it was definitely not something that could be taken out to show off in photos!
"I……!"
“Is it really 200 kilograms???”
The flat-headed bodyguard was obviously a skilled martial artist, and he had been involved in fitness quite a lot, so he was very familiar with dumbbells. However, it was the first time for him to see such an exaggerated electroplated dumbbell, and he could not shake it after several attempts, and he just pushed the dumbbell out in a circle.
"There's something wrong with this guy!"
The flat-headed bodyguard became alert and quickly moved the dumbbells back to their original place, then turned around and went back into the kitchen.
There was a clean casserole on the stove in the kitchen. When I smelled it carefully, I could smell a fishy smell and the residual smell of tonic. It was the aftertaste of Chen Jue's tonic soup and isinglass. Although it was rinsed with detergent, there was still a very small amount of residue.
"Dietary supplements? Medicinal supplements? Folk masters!" Such a thought flashed through the mind of the flat-headed bodyguard. When he thought of the scene when he met Chen Jue during the day and the abnormally heavy dumbbell in the corner of the living room, he immediately erected the image of Chen Jue as a martial arts master in his mind!
After rummaging through several drawers in the kitchen, he found a bag of unfinished fish maw and a bunch of Chinese medicine packets.
He sniffed it closely and discovered that it was the scent of the most common Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup. The flat-headed bodyguard had drunk a lot of this kind of soup when he was young and practicing martial arts.
At this time, the two bodyguards who went upstairs had finished their inspection and came down to meet the flat-headed bodyguard: "Brother Jun, there is nothing upstairs, only clothes for changing. The other rooms show signs of other tourists having lived there. It should be an ordinary person!"
"Haha? Ordinary people?" The flat-haired bodyguard named Ajun twitched his face when he heard it, and waved his hand and said, "Get out first!"
Then the three of them quietly opened the back door and slipped out. As for the furnishings in the house, they were under the intentional control of the three of them and did not change at all . It can be said that their actions were extremely covert.
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"You guys continue eating! I'll go report to the boss."
After returning to the villa, the flat-headed bodyguard carefully questioned his two subordinates, then gave them a few instructions, casually finished the rest of the meal, and got up and went into the villa where the rich man was staying.
At this time, it was just past 7 o'clock in the evening. The rich family was chatting at the dinner table and eating the delicious seafood prepared by the accompanying chef in the kitchen.
Seeing the flat-headed bodyguard coming in from the main door with a serious look, the young man at the dinner table immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks and said to his family members around him: "Mom, Dad, little sister, you guys continue to eat more. I have something to talk to Jun about."
"Hey, brother, we're eating! You're ruining the atmosphere! Jun, if you have anything important to say, you can wait until we finish eating!" A beautiful young girl at the table, dressed in a sunny manner, pouted with some dissatisfaction.
As for the mature and steady middle-aged man in silk pajamas, he looked at his son meaningfully and said, "Okay! Ah Chen, go and do your work! Come back and have something to eat when you're done."
The young man nodded, and went upstairs to a room with the flat-headed bodyguard one after another.
"How about it?"
"Have you found any problem?" asked the young man as he sat steadily on a chair in the room.
"Boss, that guy should be a local martial artist! His name is Chen Jue, he's 27 years old. I looked at his ID card, it shouldn't be fake."
"There is some leftover tonic soup and fish maw from this guy in the kitchen. I guess he practiced boxing at the beach nearby."
"I asked the B&B owner before, and this person moved in at the end of August and booked the single-family villa for a month."
"My brothers and I have searched his room and found nothing wrong. There is just one place... There is a dumbbell in the living room that looks a bit strange!" The bald-headed bodyguard reported truthfully.
"Since he is an ordinary local, then it's fine. We just decided to dock here on a whim. Even if he is a martial artist and knows some martial arts, since he moved in before, he probably didn't come here for us."
"By the way, is there a problem with the dumbbells you mentioned? Are they the dumbbells you use for fitness? What could be wrong with that?" After listening to the bodyguard's description, the young man touched his chin, his eyes filled with thought.
In his opinion, there are many hidden talents in the country, and it is not surprising to meet some martial artists and folk masters.
"It's not a big problem, it's just that the dumbbell is a bit heavy!" The flat-headed bodyguard's face twitched and he replied quickly.
"How much?" the young man looked up at the other person and asked.
"200 kilograms each! I tried several times but couldn't lift it. It should be 200 kilograms to be exact."
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