17 Chapter 17: Rick Frey

Maverick dashed upstairs as soon as he entered the house, not even bothering to take off his shoes.

Upon entering the bedroom, he hurriedly sat at his desk and began tapping on the computer to check the results.

"Five similar individuals identified, located respectively in Brooklyn Fifth Avenue, Queens."

Maverick quickly skimmed through the information of these five people, comparing them one by one with the data in his mind. He even carefully examined the somewhat blurry screenshots, not missing any detail.

"Don't bother looking, none of these five are him," Venom emerged from his shoulder, tapping his head gently.

"I remember his appearance very clearly. Even if the images recognized by the computer are somewhat blurry, I won't make a mistake."

Maverick heard Venom's words, but he still insisted on going through all of them himself.

"Sigh..." After finishing, he sighed and leaned back in his chair.

Although he had already anticipated that he wouldn't be so lucky, he still felt a bit disappointed when the results didn't yield the answer he wanted.

If he could, he wouldn't want to wait for even a moment longer. He wished he could teleport to the damn killer's side immediately, break his neck, and grind him into mincemeat.

Sensing Maverick's frustration and hatred, Venom patted his shoulder gently and said softly, "Don't worry, under this kind of surveillance, it won't be long before you can do what you want."

"By then, just leave me a head, or, um, you can even skip that part."

Maverick was momentarily speechless at Venom's words. How was he supposed to thank him for that?

Just as he was about to speak, another detection alert appeared on the computer.

"One similar individual identified, Brooklyn suburban 7-Eleven convenience store."

"It's him!" Venom's hoarse voice exclaimed.

Maverick practically pressed his face against the screen, carefully scrutinizing the man appearing at the entrance of the convenience store.

He looked almost identical to the image drawn by Venom: the same buzz cut, the same facial features, even the same gaze.

*Bang!*

There was a loud noise from the bedroom window, and Maverick jumped straight out of it.

As soon as he landed, his body was completely covered by the black viscous liquid.

*Bang!*

With a loud noise, the black figure shot forward, leaving only a deep pit on the ground.

In order to quickly reach the location where Rick Frey appeared, Maverick directly let Venom control his body, rushing towards that place at lightning speed.

During this time, Venom's consumption of chocolate finally paid off. It carried Maverick swiftly flying between buildings, running on the ground, like a black lightning bolt.

Rick Frey, who was selecting items in the convenience store, had no idea that disaster was about to strike. He picked out a few cans, along with a few bottles of alcohol, and some miscellaneous items, then went to the front to check out with his items.

"Get me a pack of Marlboro as well," Rick Flair pointed to the cigarettes in the counter.

The cashier turned around and took out a pack of Marlboro from the shelf behind him, then put it into the bag together with the other items, saying, "That will be twenty dollars and fifty-four cents."

"Shit!" Rick searched in his pockets for change but couldn't find any.

"Hey, buddy. I don't have any change, let's forget about the fifty-four cents," Rick Frey said loudly to the cashier, raising his chin.

Seeing Rick Flair's gangster style, the cashier hesitated for a moment, then nervously said, "I'm sorry, but I'm just an employee. If the boss finds out I've undercharged, he'll definitely fire me."

"He's a bad-tempered alcoholic old man. He even thinks I might steal his change, so he occasionally checks the surveillance over there."

Following the cashier's finger, Rick Frey also saw the surveillance camera on the ceiling.

"Damn it!" Rick glared fiercely at the cashier. This damn cashier was subtly warning him that there was surveillance here, and an old guy would keep an eye on it.

The cashier was also frightened by his gaze, feeling extremely uneasy and anxious.

Would this guy get angry and shoot him on the spot? He regretted not letting him leave earlier. Now that the words were out, it was too late to regret.

Rick was also burning with anger at this moment. He roughly rummaged through the bag, then took out several packs of snacks and threw them at the cashier.

"These should be enough for fifty-four cents! What a fucking shitty convenience store!"

After throwing the items, Rick Flair picked up the bag and walked out, slamming the convenience store door shut with a loud noise.

The cashier could only squat down and pick up the items he threw, then put them back on the shelf.

"Damn gangster!" The cashier muttered under his breath as he tidied up the shelves. "Tomorrow, I'll tell that pig that I quit!"

If it weren't for the slightly higher hourly wage, he wouldn't have wanted to work in such a distant place. The farther away from the city center, the more chaotic it became.

Today's incident also served as a wake-up call for him, while extinguishing the last trace of his luck.

As Rick walked out of the convenience store, he was equally filled with anger. If it weren't for the fact that he needed to keep a low profile during this time, he would have pulled out the handgun tucked in his waist and fired a few shots at that idiotic cashier.

Ever since he joined the gang and roamed the streets, no one dared to mess with him when he went to convenience stores or the like. Even paying for items was considered him being in a good mood.

As long as he frowned and put his hand on his waist, those guys would all raise their hands and not even dare to fart.

Of course, this situation only applied to convenience stores in remote areas, away from the city center. In the city, he couldn't be too arrogant.

"Damn it!" Rick put the items in the passenger seat and drove the worn out car towards the basement where he was hiding.

Originally, he was supposed to leave the United States yesterday, but who knew that because border patrols suddenly became stricter, the person arranged for him to leave told him he needed to wait a few more days to sort things out. Because of this, the fee he had to pay also increased by ten percent.

Thinking of this, Rick felt even more annoyed by the recent events. Why couldn't anything go smoothly these days? He shouldn't have stayed in the basement for a while. He should have left immediately after finishing his job.

"Squeak!" The basement's dilapidated door let out a mournful creak as Rick forcefully shut it, then he put down the things he was holding.

He turned around to switch on the light, but for some reason, the already dim light in the broken lamp directly broke today.

"Fuck!" Rick tried to turn it on for a long time, but in the end, he could only angrily hit the wall, then cursed.

Sitting on the bed, he took out the cigarettes he had just bought, opened one, and put it in his mouth. Normally, he wouldn't even look at these ordinary cigarettes. He either smoked leaves or something more exciting.

The orange flame lit up in the basement, and the lighter's light not only ignited the cigarette but also provided a momentary illumination to the space.

The cigarette glowed and dimmed in the darkness, and Rick enjoyed the smoke.

The next second, as his cigarette lit up, momentarily dispelling the surrounding darkness, he saw a black figure squatting face to face with him.

Those narrow, pale eyes were icy cold, and the large, exaggerated mouth was full of sharp teeth.

A bright red tongue protruded from between the teeth, wriggling in the air like a flexible little snake.

"Ah!"

A terrified scream suddenly echoed in the basement, then abruptly stopped.

The crows on the trees outside also seemed startled by the short, sharp scream, and began to emit unpleasant caws.

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