Chapter 327 This is Divine Punishment (4200, First Update)

Cyril King Airport, helicopter pad.

A Sikorsky S-76 helicopter with the number 722JE engraved on its tail stirred up a huge airflow, roared up, and flew westward.

Another Bell 214, which looked simpler, also started spinning its blades after the S76 took off, following the S76 and flying in the same direction.

As they approached Great James Island, the Bell 214 chose to land, while the Sikorsky S76 continued to fly towards Little St. James Island.

Twelve strong men were squeezed into the three rows of seats in the Bell 214. Each of their suits looked a little bloated, and it was obvious that they were wearing bulletproof vests underneath their clothes.

The straight-line distance from Cyril King Airport to St. James Island is only 15 kilometers, and the Sikorsky S76 and Bell 214 only take ten minutes from takeoff to landing.

The nearly 15-meter-long blades of the Bell 214 rolled up endless flying grass on the ground and swirled in the air. As soon as the cabin door opened, 14 strong men including the pilot jumped out of the plane.

After a thin man wearing sunglasses and a black tie gave instructions to everyone through the intercom, the other dozen people dispersed and began a carpet search of the 90-acre Great St. James Island.

The Sikorsky S76 circled Little St. James Island at low altitude for two weeks before landing. Six strong men also walked out of the cabin and went to the villa, seaside restaurant and warehouse in groups of two.

The S76 remained in the startup state until a few minutes later, when the two strong men who went to the villa to check came out, gestured to the driver of the S76, and said a few words through the intercom. The hatch of the driver's seat then opened and a man and a woman got out.

The main pilot of this Sikorsky S76 was actually a middle-aged woman in her fifties wearing a tight leather jacket.

"The information can't possibly leak out from me. You should investigate our internal affairs carefully! I only gave this information to you! Ghislain, Mossad has an obligation to resolve this matter!"

The man in his fifties had gray hair that was a little messy due to the strong wind from the helicopter, his lips were chapped, and his donkey-like face had a gloomy expression.

The middle-aged woman called Ghislaine had a cold expression on her face and said arrogantly, "Shut up! Jeffrey! Kurt just came to the island at the beginning of the month and was also on the leaked list. I haven't even submitted this batch of names yet!"

If any member of Miami's upper class were here, they would recognize that this man and woman were none other than the mysterious and wealthy New York tycoon, Wall Street tycoon Jeffrey Applestein, and his girlfriend of more than 20 years, Ghislaine Maxwell.

However, none of them would have thought that Ghislaine Maxwell, who seemed to be obedient, understanding and not jealous of Abersten in their eyes, would actually be so strong towards Abersten in private.

Fxxk!

Absterne kicked the palm tree next to him in annoyance.

He knew very well that in their relationship, Ghislaine was the one who had the absolute dominance.

Because she was his superior in Mossad.

It was precisely because he met Ghislaine Maxwell 30 years ago, who was ostensibly the daughter of media tycoon Maxwell but was actually a formal member of Mossad like her father, that he was able to rise from a high school teacher to become a capital tycoon who calls the shots on Wall Street in just a few years.

In fact, his so-called financial management company basically does not do any investment business, and all the business is given by Mossad.

His mission is to win over the top leaders of the Kingdom of Mai and collect relevant intelligence, and use the collected evidence to threaten these people and influence the policies and support of the top leaders of the Kingdom of Mai towards Iran.

The burly men in black who came with him to the Little Saint James Island were ostensibly security personnel hired by him, but in fact they were all active members of Mossad's special operations department code-named "Gulf".

The two men came to the door of the villa. In the past, whenever Abstein came to the island, the staff here would have already driven down the electric car, but today, he and Ghislain could only walk one or two hundred meters to reach the villa located at the highest point of the island.

"We were indeed invaded, Sandpiper. All the people are dead, all killed by one knife." The leader of this group, Yashar bin Amir, looked solemn.

Sandpiper is Eslan's code name in Mossad.

All dead! ?

Abstern's expression changed involuntarily, and Eslan's face turned a little paler.

"Did you hide a backup of your intelligence here?" Eslan cursed. "I told you not to play tricks!"

"You all know about Xi'ai's affairs! Besides, even if there is a backup, it is only recent, but the leaked information includes information from fifteen years ago!" Abstern argued.

In fact, Abstern not only works for Mossad, but also for Xi'ai. He also cooperates with several other intelligence agencies. He should be considered a multi-faceted scumbag.

"Can you tell who did it?" Ghislan asked Yashar, suppressing his anger.

Yashar frowned. "The man's movements were very swift, leaving no traces. However..."

"It's just that their wounds are very strange. There's no blood oozing out. They're clearly penetrating wounds from a sharp weapon, yet both the surface and the interior have scorch marks from high temperatures, as if they were stabbed with a red-hot steel knife."

"No, if it was a red-hot steel knife, there would be a problem of cooling during the stabbing process. The degree of burns at the cutting site and the penetration site should be different, which is inconsistent with the conditions at the scene."

"This wound feels a lot like... a Jedi Knight's lightsaber?"

Yashar looked a little strange.

"Continue searching to see if there are any other clues. Also, don't let anyone else get close to this villa. I need to confirm something with Jeffrey."

Ghislain gave the order with a gloomy face. She had no time to care about what killed these people. She was more anxious to confirm what information had been stolen.

After entering the villa, Abstern breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the entrance was the same as usual, with the large candlestick sculpture still there. The only difference was that there was a corpse lying on the ground.

"The chamber is intact." Absterne said in a more relaxed tone. "I said, the information couldn't have been leaked from the island."

Abstern twisted the three forks on the candlestick, and after rotating them a different number of times, there was a clicking sound from under the candlestick.

Push the candlestick to the left with force, and you will see that there is a small secret door underneath besides two small sections of sliding rails. Open the secret door, press the password in the secret door, and the sculpture table weighing several tons in the entire entrance will automatically move away, revealing a passage leading to the underground.

"I'll go in first." Ghislaine glared at Abstern hatefully. She knew there was this secret room, but Abstern had never brought her in.

Although she is Abstern's superior and takes the initiative in their relationship, Abstern is a man who has made great contributions after all. She will not overly threaten him when she can turn a blind eye, and she also allows Abstern to have some of his own little thoughts and actions.

But now it seems that I was too careless.

Even if the leak was not caused by Absterne, after resolving this matter, she would find a way to make Absterne change his appearance.

Or just kill it.

The entrance to the passage was not big. After Ghislan jumped down first, Abstein followed suit.

The light in the secret room was very bright. As soon as he came down, Abstein couldn't help but open his eyes wide and was speechless.

"this……"

I saw that all the files that were originally neatly stacked on the three walls had disappeared!

The old computer in the middle of the room, which was used to record and store relevant data, had also disappeared. Only an old CRT monitor with a high-voltage transformer on the back remained standing alone on the table.

All the data is lost!

Seeing Abstern's expression, Ghislain knew what was going on.

"What kind of information have you stored here? What information has been leaked?" Ghislain grabbed Abstern's collar, his eyes gleaming with anger. Under the light, his two rows of teeth looked as if he wanted to bite Abstern to death.

"All, all..." Abstern swallowed hard.

"All?" Ghislain almost fainted after hearing this. He raised his hand to slap Abstein a few times, but suddenly thought of something.

"Not good!" Ghislan's face changed. She took out her walkie-talkie and was about to talk to the action team on the big island when she heard her walkie-talkie ringing first.

"Sandpiper, calling Sandpiper, this is Redel." The voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie sounded nervous and frightened. "Everyone, everyone is gone."

"Are they all dead too?" Ghislaine's heart sank. This was what she had been worried about. Great Saint James was not under the name of Abstein, but under the name of a Zhongya businessman. It should be safe.

Redel is also a code name, taken from a kind of spinning top-like ethnic toy that the Jude people played with in their childhood.

Out of caution, she sent a special operations team to deal with the troubles on the island, but now this Redel actually told him that everyone was dead?

"No, no, I mean, those bastards who deserved to go to hell are all gone."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ghislain felt an electric current flowing from his brain to his spine, and his body suddenly tensed up.

After hearing this, Absterne turned even paler.

It would be fine if the things on the island were exposed. As long as we deal with the girls who were previously paid to come to the island, there shouldn't be any big problems (Note 1).

But if the matter on the big island were to be exposed, not to mention so many clients, even Mossad would kill him directly.

"What did you say? They're all gone!?"

"Yes, that's right! Only Dr. Jim and a guard are still alive...but they..."

Ghislan suddenly felt that the signal was a bit bad. He looked at the walkie-talkie again and found that it was out of battery because he had come out in a hurry.

Is anyone alive?

Someone is still alive to find out who did it!

Damn bastard, you have no idea what you've provoked!

"Jeffrey and I will be over now. Over."

Ghislaine and Absterne jogged back onto the helicopter and arrived on Great St. James Island in less than three minutes.

"What's going on? Where is the guard Dr. Jim told you about?" Ghislain looked anxious and asked hurriedly the moment he saw Redel.

"They..." Redel's face was filled with fear. "Come and see for yourself."

Several people trotted all the way to the door of the only white building on the ground on the island. Redel pushed the door open with trembling hands. There was a security guard disguised as Mossad inside. He also had a look of fear on his face and was sticking to the corner of the wall, not daring to get close at all.

Ghislain and Absterne's eyes stopped at the operating table in the room.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Ah!!!" Ghislain screamed in horror and covered his eyes unconsciously.

The once elegant Dr. Jim's entire lower body and two arms were gone, his eyes were covered in blood, the blood on his face had long since dried up to a reddish-brown color, and only two holes were left in his ears, which seemed to indicate that he had bled a lot.

What's even more bizarre is that the doctor named Jim Maher is still alive, with his mouth open, making indistinct groans of pain.

Looking closely, the tongue in the mouth had been cut off!

So cruel!

Although she had seen many captives tortured by Mossad, this time was different. She knew this doctor!

Moreover, this is her people!

Tears couldn't help flowing from Ghislaine's eyes.

"What about the guard? Is he the same as Dr. Jim?" Ghislain wiped his tears and asked.

"I checked, the guard's name should be Elazar Levitt, he...you can see for yourselves..." Redel pushed open the door of the preparation room with a complicated expression on his face.

Elazar? Is that him?

She and Absterne both knew Elazar, and in their opinion, he was a very good young man.

"I... am... guilty... forgive... humble Jude... the fire... is so hot... ahhhh... let me rest in peace..."

The sound insulation here is very good. When Redel pushed open the door of the preparation room, Ghislain and Abstern heard a voice from inside that seemed to contain boundless fear and pain.

The sound was muffled, but I could clearly make out what it meant.

After taking a closer look, Ghislaine couldn't help but take two steps back.

The limbs are still intact, but... this... is this really still a human?

Elazar also had a burn mark on his chest, and the expression on his face was extremely hideous and painful, even more distorted than the expressions of those secretly kidnapped captives who suffered the most painful punishments that she had seen during her training in Mossad's "Blood Thorn" department.

Elazar's eyes were still wide open, but he seemed to be unable to see anything, and his pupils didn't even change when he saw them.

He still looks like a human, but at first glance, he doesn't look human at all.

What's going on?

"He's not responding to any external stimuli right now," Redel said tremblingly, "but just keeps asking God for forgiveness..."

God's forgiveness? What the hell?

Ghislaine thought, could it be another sudden mental breakdown? Could the accident on the big island be the result of Elazar losing control...

Elazar suddenly stopped moaning, opened his mouth, and a strangely long but clear sound came out of his throat.

"This is...divine punishment..."

Elazar suddenly looked at them, but his pupils were not focused at all.

"You will be the same..."

After saying that, Elazar suddenly smiled strangely, then tilted his head, and stopped breathing with this strange smile on his face.

Note 1: Pay attention to the time. The metoo movement only became popular after the Harvey incident broke out. At that time, the Harvey Weinstein incident had not yet broken out. It is normal for Aberstein to think so, otherwise he would have run away long ago and would never have been caught.

(End of this chapter)