Chapter 73 073 There’s something wrong with this dumbbell!

Just when Chen Jue got off the back cliff and practiced kung fu on a small fishing boat.

The wealthy bodyguard who was watching the wind on the roof witnessed Chen Jue crossing the back mountain path and disappearing into the night where the sea breeze whimpered.

"Brother Jun! The target has gone out...but he is wearing swimming trunks, and seems to have also worn swimming goggles and a bath towel. He must have gone swimming in the sea behind." The bodyguard on the rooftop said into the pocket microphone on his collar.

A few sentences.

"Going for a wild swim in the sea so late?"

"Forget it, I get it. Xiao He, keep watching. If that person comes back, let me know in time." The flat-headed bodyguard who was changing shifts in the small villa after dinner showed doubts on his face. Then he remembered the task assigned by the boss and put down the task.

After taking the job, he winked at several of his companions who were also eating on the same shift.

The three of them walked out from behind at the same time, detouring all the way to the small villa at the end.

Chen Jue did not lock the door before leaving. The three bodyguards put on shoe covers one after another, put on a layer of black gloves on their hands, opened the door and slipped in while looking around.

"Brother Jun, there is no one in the house!"

"He should be the only one living there!"

"I know, you should act smartly and see if there are any hidden weapons or spying equipment."

The three of them chatted in low voices, and the two of them quickly went upstairs, rummaging through room after room. The bodyguard with a crew cut named A Jun took out a cell phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight function, and started looking around.

Observed from the living room on the first floor.

He first saw a set of sportswear on the sofa in the living room. It was left behind after Chen Jue changed into swimming trunks. The clothes and pants were just thrown there casually, with nothing stuffed in his pockets.

The second thing I saw was a charging smartphone 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-haired bodyguard carefully opened the wallet and took a look at the wallet inside.

On the ID card, he muttered: "27 years old? A native of Vancouver City?"

Then he closed the wallet again, placed it as it was before it was moved, and then started turning it around in the living room again.

Before he had taken two steps, he saw an unusually large object in the corner. He took a flashlight from his mobile phone and discovered that it was actually an oversized dumbbell with an electroplated luster!

"What the hell?!"

"Are these dumbbells for fitness?"

The flat-headed bodyguard himself was also shocked. He came over and took a look. 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 the same as the popular street dumbbells that became popular online.

It's carved from the same mold.

"200 kilograms?"

"A total of 400 pounds!"

"This can be pulled up by a person?" The flat-headed bodyguard thought he was dazzled, and stretched out his gloved hand to lift it. He found that the dumbbell was extremely heavy after he got it. It was definitely not something that was taken out to take pictures to show off.

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"I……!"

"Really 200 kilograms???"

At first glance, the flat-headed bodyguard is very skilled in martial arts. He is often involved in fitness. He is very good at dumbbells. But when faced with such exaggerated electroplated dumbbells, this is the first time he has seen them. He can't shake them even though he exerts his strength several times.

, just rolled the dumbbell in a circle.

"There's something wrong with this guy!"

The flat-headed bodyguard became alert and hurriedly moved the moved dumbbells back to their original place, then turned around and entered the kitchen.

There is a cleaned casserole on the kitchen stove. When I smell it carefully, there is a fishy smell and the residual smell of tonic. It is the aftertaste left after Chen Jue stewed the Shiquan Datonic soup and isinglass. Although

I rinsed it with dish soap, but there is still a very small amount left.

"Food tonic? Medicinal tonic? Folk master!" Such a thought flashed through the head of the flat-headed bodyguard. When he thought of the scene when he saw Chen Jue during the day, and the abnormally heavy dumbbell in the corner of the living room, he immediately thought of Chen Jue as a martial artist in his heart.

The image of a master has been erected!

After rummaging through several drawers in the kitchen, he found a bag of uneaten isinglass and a large number of Chinese medicine packets.

When he got closer and smelled it, he found that it was the most common smell of Shiquan Dabu Decoction. The flat-headed bodyguard often drank this decoction when he was practicing martial arts when he was young.

At this time, the two bodyguards who went upstairs had finished their inspection and came down to join the flat-headed bodyguard: "Brother Jun, there is nothing upstairs. They are just a change of clothes. The other rooms are all traces of other tourists living there. It should be...

Ordinary people!"

"Haha? Ordinary people?" The flat-headed bodyguard named A Jun twitched his face, 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 conscious control of the three of them and had not changed at all. It can be said that their movements were extremely concealed.

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"You continue to eat! I will report to the boss."

Returning to the small villa, the flat-headed bodyguard carefully questioned the two men, then made a few remarks, casually picked up the rest of the meal, got up and walked into the villa where the rich man was staying.

At this time, it was around 7 o'clock in the evening, and the wealthy family were chatting at the dinner table and eating delicious seafood cooked by the accompanying chef in the kitchen.

Seeing the flat-headed bodyguard coming in from the front door with a serious expression, the young man at the dinner table immediately put down his bowls and chopsticks and said to the family around him: "Mom, Dad, little sister, please continue to eat more, I have something to do with you."

Let’s talk Jun.”

"Oh, brother, we are eating! You are ruining the atmosphere! Ah Jun, if you have anything important to do, you can just wait until we finish eating!" A young and beautiful girl at the table, dressed brightly, muttered with dissatisfaction.

He opened his mouth.

As for the mature and steady middle-aged man wearing silk pajamas, he glanced at his son with a deep look and said: "Okay! Ah Chen, go and do your work! Come and have something to eat when you are done."

The young man nodded and went upstairs to a room with the crew cut bodyguard.

"How about it?"

"Did you find any problem?" the young man asked, sitting steadily on a chair in the room.

"Boss, that person should be a local trainer! His name is Chen Jue. He is 27 years old. I saw his ID card. It shouldn't be a fake."

"There are also leftover Shiquan Dabu soup and fish maw in the kitchen. I guess he practiced boxing on the beach nearby."

"I asked the owner of the B&B before and found out that this person moved in at the end of August and rented a 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 something wrong with a dumbbell in the living room!" the crew-cut bodyguard reported truthfully.

"Since he is a local ordinary person, it's okay. We docked here on a temporary basis. Even if this person is a martial artist, he knows a few martial arts. Since he has lived here before, he shouldn't be here for us."

"By the way, there is something wrong with the dumbbells you mentioned? Are they dumbbells used for fitness? What could be wrong with that?" After listening to the bodyguard's description, the young man touched his chin with a look of thought on his face.

From his point of view, it is not unusual for him to meet a few practitioners and folk masters in China.

"It's not a big problem, it's just that the dumbbells are a bit heavy!" The flat-headed bodyguard's face twitched and he hurriedly replied.

"How much?" the young man looked up at the other person and asked.

"Each one weighs 200 kilograms! I tried several times but couldn't lift it. It should be 200 kilograms accurately."

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