Fantasy Game: Infinite City

Chapter 559: Garbage Dump (1)

"Don't you notice anything wrong?"

"what do you mean?"

"he."

After finishing his meal, Adenauer returned to the garage and continued to fiddle with the weapons, while Frank and Liz stayed in the living room on the first floor of the B&B. The garage door was not closed, so the two of them could see Adenauer just by turning their heads on the sofa. He was currently cleaning some gun parts and looked very focused.

The two chatted according to Adenauer's condition, but kept their voices as low as possible to avoid being heard by him.

"Isn't he always like this?"

"Does he look like the kind of guy who would buy fruit to you?"

"Don't you enjoy the food?"

"The fruit is indeed delicious... No, I mean him..."

"I understand what you mean. It does sound a little strange when you put it that way."

"Also, after arriving in Sterburg, his behavior was a bit strange. Normally, he should have ensured that we couldn't contact the outside world, but he didn't seem to care at all. He even gave us a cell phone that could contact the outside world. He wasn't worried at all. Should we notify the local police or seek other help?"

"Maybe it's because he's absolutely confident in his own strength. After all, if we were to fight, we might not be able to defeat him."

"Even so, he shouldn't have given us guns or let us out of his sight. We can see him from the sofa just by turning our heads, but he can't see us in the garage. If he wants to observe us, he needs to at least walk to the garage door. A man like him would never make such a low-level mistake."

"You mean he did it on purpose? Then what was the reason?"

"When you two found Carl, he didn't care about Carl at all. He didn't care about the missing person case. The reason he investigated the truck issue was because we were stuck on Highway 85. Once that was resolved, he stopped paying attention. But did you notice Frank? His attitude towards Carl has changed significantly since he came to Sterburgh."

"I remember now. He didn't seem to want Carl to stay here for long. When he gave Carl money, the initial amount wasn't large, probably enough for a plane ticket. But when he was video chatting with his family, he mentioned that he didn't have his ID. I remember him frowning, then taking out a few more bills before walking over and handing them to Carl. So he wanted to get Carl out? But why? Is there some secret about Carl? Is it related to the Johor Bahru incident?"

"I don't think so, because if that were the case, Adenauer would definitely not let Karl leave, instead of rushing to get him out. I initially thought that maybe he felt that Karl's appearance might attract the attention of the police, and the reason he wanted Karl to leave quickly might be just to avoid attention. But then I thought again, if he didn't care that we already had the means to contact the outside world, then it means that he no longer cares about the police, so this can't be the reason. Combined with these things, I think he must have discovered something in Stirburg."

Liz picked up a piece of fruit from the table and tossed it to Frank. Frank, now well-fed and well-rested, began to think again. He immediately understood why Liz had thought there was something wrong with the fruit and corn. The problem wasn't the food itself, nor its origins, but where Adenauer had purchased it.

"What do you think Adenauer found where he bought all this fruit and corn?"

"Yeah. And it seems he will definitely go to investigate again. After all, if there is nothing there that interests him, he should continue to Johor Bahru instead of staying in Sterburg."

"After entering Sterburg, he planned to stay here temporarily. So, he might have noticed something when he first entered Sterburg."

"He hasn't told us the situation. This means that when he investigates again, he will definitely go alone. We have nothing to do right now. If he wants to go out, we will definitely follow him. So he will definitely choose a time when we can't follow him for the time being."

"You mean at night when we sleep?"

"Right. Frank, you keep an eye on him first. I'm going to get some sleep and replenish my strength. If he really plans to go somewhere tonight, we can follow him."

"Okay, leave this to me."

Adenauer didn't leave the garage for the next half day, fiddling with the gun parts. Frank went over to chat with him and observe what he was doing. Frank knew a bit about firearms and could see that Adenauer had disassembled several rifles of different models and used the parts to assemble a new one. The drug dealers' weapons were all military-grade and highly modular, so for someone as knowledgeable as Adenauer, assembling a new rifle wasn't difficult.

The problem was his reason for doing this. These rifles were already durable military stock, so there was no need to rebuild them. Furthermore, the new rifles offered no significant performance improvements over the original rifles. The only difference was that Adenauer reduced the size of the rifles while preserving their performance as much as possible. He removed all non-essential parts, including rails, guards, part of the stock, sights, lasers, and muzzles. He even used a file from his garage toolbox to remove the trigger guard and converted the trigger to a folding one. He also sawed off the barrel, shortening the rifle to the length of a submachine gun. While this increased the weapon's concealment, allowing it to be concealed under normal clothing, it also had a devastating impact on its range and recoil. Not only did the rifle's range drop significantly, it could no longer be aimed, forcing it to be fired from the hip. Adenauer not only removed the original optical sights, but also the mechanical sights. The significantly shortened barrel also made it impossible to guarantee accuracy.

For someone like Adenauer, who knew guns well, this was undoubtedly a waste of resources. Frank knew he wouldn't do anything useless, but looking at this thing in front of him that could almost be described as garbage, he couldn't imagine why he would do this. The appearance of this gun reminded him of what he saw on the news, about resistance forces in certain impoverished countries and remote areas. They often used similar weapons, but they had no choice but to use whatever they could find. Adenauer had done this intentionally.

Frank also noticed that Adenauer had modified some of the bullets to a certain extent. He used a file to grind down the heads of some of the bullets and made cross or Pozigzag grooves on the surface. This was easy to understand. He was making handmade dumdum bullets. Although depending on the type of bullet, this modification would not necessarily have the desired effect during live-fire shooting, the flattened bullet head had reduced penetration and increased stopping power, which might be just right for his rifle, which had been modified to the size of a submachine gun.

Frank casually found an excuse to chat, but before Adenauer could get suspicious, Frank returned to the living room and turned on the TV, pretending to watch it. Coincidentally, while switching channels, Frank saw the news about Fabron's burial. His entire family was present, and Fabron's second son-in-law had given him a grand funeral, burying him in the most luxurious cemetery in Fabron's birthplace. The funeral was already over, and Fabron's coffin was being lowered into the ground.

Frank smacked his lips and couldn't help but marvel at the energy of Fabrown's second son-in-law. In less than two days, he was able to complete all the relevant procedures, find a suitable cemetery, hold the funeral, gather all the family members, and even screen those reporters and news to be able to go to the funeral. This is not easy.

But the Fabron case was over, so Frank no longer cared about it. He continued to observe Adenauer's condition from time to time under the cover of television. He didn't change much, just occasionally getting up to smoke a cigarette and stretch his legs, and then continuing to stay in the garage to sharpen bullets.

Time passed by, with Adenauer's actions remaining largely unchanged. It was soon afternoon, and there were no interesting programs on TV, which bored Frank. Soon, sleepiness began to creep in. To prevent himself from falling asleep, Frank prepared to make a cup of coffee. As he stood up from the sofa, he heard footsteps. Turning his head, he saw Liz coming out of the room, holding onto the second-floor railing and looking at him.

Now that Liz had rested, he no longer needed the coffee. After exchanging glances, Frank sat back on the sofa while Liz came downstairs to eat something before returning to her room upstairs. Frank knew that although Liz had returned to her room, she had chosen her spot carefully from the outset. The windows on both sides of her room could see all the exits of the B&B, including the front and back doors, and all the windows. Behind the B&B was farmland, with several farms nearby. It was very open, so unless Adenauer could fly, Liz would be the first to notice him if he left the B&B.

So Frank no longer resisted the sleepiness and fell asleep on the sofa. Soon, time continued to pass, the sun set, and night gradually enveloped the earth.

There are pastures and farmlands all around, so after the sun sets, it is very quiet except for the occasional barking of dogs and the cries of some livestock. Soon, the surrounding animals gradually fall asleep and the surroundings become quiet.

The only sound around the B&B now comes from the one closest to the street. It seems that a group of young people living there are traveling. They are having a party around the bonfire at the door. However, although it is called a party, it is not actually noisy. They are just roasting food around the bonfire and chatting with each other. Occasionally, one of them will take out a guitar and sing a few lines.

Some time later, around eight o'clock in the evening, the group of young people returned to their houses. Sterburg, after all, was unlike other places; it wasn't an inner-city area. So, while it wasn't quite that late, nearly everyone in the area had gone to sleep, or at least was resting in their houses. This time, aside from the occasional hooting of an owl, there was complete silence. Only a few dim lights remained lit across the vast fields and pastures.

At nine o'clock sharp.

Liz turned off the lights in the room and quietly opened the door a crack. Through the crack, she heard footsteps coming from the direction of the garage door. She looked out and saw a burly figure, who should be Adenauer. He seemed to have a cigarette in his mouth. With the brief light of the fire, Liz confirmed his identity. It was indeed Adenauer.

He walked up to Frank and stared at him for a minute, as if to confirm whether he was asleep. After confirming that Frank was indeed sleeping soundly, Liz saw Adenauer lowering his footsteps and walking upstairs. Liz immediately closed the door quietly, then took off her clothes, crawled under the quilt, pretending to be asleep.

Soon, Liz heard the sound of the doorknob turning slightly. To avoid being discovered, Liz turned her back to the door and did not open her eyes. After about a few seconds, Liz heard a slight friction sound. It was someone stepping on the carpet in the room, and there was a smell of burning tobacco. Liz knew that it must be Adenauer entering her room.

Soon, Liz felt someone standing by her bed, motionless. It was Adenauer. Soon, he began to stir again, seemingly examining something on the floor. Liz suspected it was the clothes she had thrown. Soon, footsteps returned to the bed, and she could hear Adenauer lifting a corner of the covers. He must be checking if she was truly asleep.

After a quick glance, Adenauer gently lowered the corner of the quilt, quietly left the room, and closed the door again. Liz didn't get up immediately, but waited for a minute or two. After that, Liz pretended to turn over, facing the door, and opened her eyes a crack, looking in the direction of the door. Sure enough, the door was not completely closed. She could see a dim red light at the door. Adenauer was still outside, not leaving.

After another minute or two, Adenauer finally closed the door, left the second floor, and returned to Frank's sofa. Hearing footsteps, Liz slowly stood up, crawled to the door, and opened it. She saw Adenauer snap his fingers in Frank's ear. Without Frank noticing, Adenauer immediately walked toward the back door, opened it, and left the B&B. Liz immediately stood up, walked to the window, parted the curtains, and peered through the gap to see where the back door was.

After Adenauer left the B&B, he looked around and then walked towards a farm. After confirming Adenauer's whereabouts, Liz put on her clothes, went downstairs to the sofa, and kicked Frank awake.

"He went out?"

"Let's follow up and take a look."

Frank yawned, picked up the gun tossed on the table, and followed Liz out the back door of the B&B, following the direction Adenauer had left. A minute later, they spotted a figure ahead. Judging by its outline, it was Adenauer. They exchanged glances, lowered their steps, and, using the cover of darkness, quickly followed.