Chapter 293 Assassination Operation
Mr. Davis's territory had over a thousand security personnel and was equipped with various surveillance systems and hidden rooms, making it the most secure fortress. It was nearly impossible for outsiders to breach this place.
A luxury car parked at the hotel entrance, and three people got out of the car- Howard, William, and Beauvoir.
In this operation, William decided to only bring Howard and Beauvoir with him. Having more people would only lead to trouble. However, William had already made arrangements for their follow-up plans. Otherwise, if they killed Mr. Davis, his subordinates would surely seek revenge and they would end up dead without proper support.
Howard took the lead, while William and Beauvoir disguised themselves as his subordinates and followed closely behind. All three of them were skilled experts, so they remained calm in the face of the surrounding security guards.
"Have you arranged the retreat plan?" Howard didn't want to risk his life.
"Don't worry, everything is well arranged. Someone will come to support us," William replied in a low voice.
Howard finally relaxed.
As they passed by the front desk, a black-clad bodyguard wearing sunglasses was already waiting there. When he saw Howard and the others approaching, he raised his hand to stop them and said sternly, "Howard, Mr. Davis is waiting for you on the eighteenth floor. However, we need to search you. Please cooperate."
"No problem, go ahead and search." Howard was prepared for this. He raised his hands and allowed them to search him.
After the black-clad bodyguard nodded, he thoroughly searched Howard, almost to the point of undressing him. Then he proceeded to search William and Beauvoir who were following behind. Both of them were mentally prepared for the search, and they had not brought any weapons.
As for the powdered nerve paralytic, William had sewn it into his sleeve. It was a thin layer resembling cotton, which wouldn't raise any suspicion.
"Alright, you may proceed now!" After completing the search, the black-clad bodyguard allowed William and his companions to enter.
Howard proceeded toward the elevator as usual, while William and Beauvoir followed silently, discreetly assessing the surrounding security personnel.
There were more security guards here than William had imagined, with almost every five steps having a guard holding an electric baton.
"Mr. Davis is indeed quite formidable. He has turned this place into his fortress."
But when they replace Mr. Davis, this hotel will eventually belong to them.
Once inside the elevator, they went all the way up until they reached the eighteenth floor.
"Mr. Davis is right here. Be careful, there are surveillance cameras and security guards everywhere," Howard warned them in a hushed voice.
William nodded to indicate his understanding, and Beauvoir followed behind them as if taking a leisurely stroll, seemingly unfazed by everything around them.
After exiting the elevator, they went straight to VIP Suite 1801, where Mr. Davis awaited.
Mr. Davis was dressed in a white suit and leaned on a cane, giving off an air of sophistication, but those who knew him well knew that Mr. Davis was a ruthless character who would stop at nothing.
"Mr. Davis, long time no see!" Howard greeted him with a smile as he entered.
"You finally came, my brother. And who are these two?" Mr. Davis was cautious, his gaze falling on William and Beauvoir who followed behind Howard. Seeing these unfamiliar faces, he became alert.
"This is my new student, William, and this is my martial arts senior, Beauvoir. Thanks to them last night, I was able to leave JUNE Club safely," Howard lied cleverly.
"I see, master martial artists. Please have a seat!" Mr. Davis glanced at William and Beauvoir. Sensing their calm aura, he believed that they were indeed martial arts practitioners.
Howard, William, and Beauvoir all took a seat. With them were Mr. Davis's trusted henchmen, Peter and Lawrence, who not only possessed considerable strength but also managed many of Mr. Davis's illicit activities, making them his true confidants.
Mr. Davis raised a glass of wine as a toast to William and the others, and the latter pretended to recognize the gesture and drank with him.
After a few drinks, they started a conversation.
"Mr. Davis, did you have something urgent last night? You left me alone," Howard asked casually, while William discreetly surveyed their surroundings and noticed four or five security guards with stun batons, wearing stern expressions.
"I had a fire at one of my estates last night. I apologize for not showing up," Mr. Davis said. The estate was his secret; there was no way he would disclose it to Howard.
Saying that, he poured himself another glass of wine and downed it in one gulp, as an apology to Howard.
Howard didn't expose the lie and continued chatting, gradually becoming drunk along with Mr. Davis.
This was arranged by William beforehand, to get Mr. Davis drunk.
William glanced at the dining table and surprisingly found no toothpicks. Beauvoir noticed this too and pretended to complain.
"Do you have toothpicks? I need to pick my teeth!"
Without much thought, Mr. Davis waved his hand and had someone bring a box of toothpicks.
"Does today's meal suit your taste?" Mr. Davis asked.
"The steak was alright! Can I have another one to take away later? " Beauvoir requested after taking the toothpick handed to him by the waiter.
"I truly appreciate skilled masters. Please ask the chef to make not just one, but two garlic-grilled steaks." Mr. Davis knew how to win people over. As soon as Beauvoir showed some desire, he immediately sent his servant to fulfill it.
However, Beauvoir was not someone Mr. Davis could easily win over.
"Well, thank you. The steak here is cooked well." Beauvoir removed the toothpick from his mouth and wiped the damp toothpick on his sleeve. Unaware onlookers might find this old man repulsive, but William knew that Beauvoir had hidden the neurotoxic substance in his sleeve.
However, Beauvoir accidentally punctured a small hole in his sleeve, which also pierced the sachet containing the nerve-paralyzing powder. Unnoticed by anyone, Beauvoir surreptitiously coated the toothpick with the powder.
William knew Beauvoir was about to take action, so he also took out a toothpick and moistened it in his mouth to collect some of the powder. Others would simply think he was cleaning his teeth.
Soon, the steaks arrived. Mr. Davis prepared to get up and use this opportunity to build a relationship, but just as he stood up, Beauvoir struck. In a sudden and rapid motion, he flicked a toothpick from his hand with incredible speed.
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