Getting the best from Tarkov

Chapter 240: Cuso Lombardi

As for the current wind speed, it is not enough to blow the drone away. This drone is famous for its small size and low noise. At the flight altitude of nearly 1,000 meters just now, it is impossible for it to be discovered by the security personnel patrolling on the ground.

Therefore, there is only one possibility for this situation to occur, that is, there is an electronic jammer covering the vicinity of the manor villa in front.

When the drone entered the jammer's coverage area, it suddenly lost contact with the remote controller.

And this is not the worst. The reason why Fester suddenly lost his composure just now was that if the villa was covered by the jammer, Liao Fan would not be able to send him any information.

Fortunately, before this operation, Liao Fan had imagined a similar situation in advance. The plan at that time was that if they were unable to send a message to Fister due to special reasons, they would not attack rashly unless they heard gunshots.

Thinking of this, Fister suppressed his dissatisfaction and quickly led his team along the edge of the woods towards the distant coastline.

Just now, before the drone lost contact, Fister discovered that this manor was actually built against a sea cliff.

The location here is not the seaside in the traditional sense, but is somewhat similar to the White Cliffs of Dover in the UK, except that the drop is not as high as that of the White Cliffs of Dover.

Based on the drone footage just now and the research that Fister had done before, it can be estimated that the cliff behind the villa should have a drop of less than 30 meters.

Although this height is also very dangerous for everyone's current equipment, it is much safer than crossing the nearly 2-kilometer-wide wheat field in front under the hail of bullets.

Not to mention that Fister adjusted his action plan, Liao Fan had already calmed down at this time.

At the beginning, I was a little panicked because I suddenly found that the signal was blocked. After all, this is not Tarkov, and if I die, I die.

But Liao Fan quickly realized that he was not bringing antiques for exchange, as those paintings and books were still with Qiao Lan.

Therefore, for now, unless the other party is a lunatic or a religious extremist, there is no need to attack me. I guess he is planning to give him a warning first, or to test my background.

After thinking this through, Liao Fan felt much more at ease.

At this moment, Liao Fan heard footsteps coming from the stairs not far away, and then an old gentleman with white hair and beard but very elegant temperament came over, accompanied by Cretia.

The moment Liao Fan saw the newcomer, he guessed what he was up to. Sure enough, before Liao Fan could even think about it, the newcomer came straight to the point and said, "Hello, Mr. Liao. My name is Cuso Lombardi. Welcome to my estate. This way."

As he spoke, Lombardi walked towards the meeting desk nearby.

Liao Fan naturally would not deliberately provoke, and followed the other party obediently accompanied by two bodyguards.

Lombardi, who was standing in front, pointed to a painting on the wall and said, "This is my father, Allan Lombardi; this is my grandfather, Masilda Lombardi; and this is my grandmother, Emilia Lombardi. My grandfather said that before she married into our Lombardi family, she was already a famous politician and one of Mussolini's staff."

As he walked, Liao Fan listened to Lombardi introduce the portraits hanging on the wall to him one by one. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

He understood that these European aristocrats, no matter whether they were in decline or at the peak of their power, all loved to brag about the glory of their ancestors, but Liao Fan disagreed with this.

After all, in China, people only ask the seller about the dog's pedigree when they buy it.

Just as Liao Fan was daydreaming, everyone had already arrived at the innermost table in the reception room. At Lombardi's suggestion, Liao Fan found a seat and sat down, while the other party sat directly in the main seat.

"Mr. Liao, I'm curious, how did you get that book?"

Liao Fan, who was still thinking about how to get to the point later, was suddenly stunned by the question.

But it only took a moment for Liao Fan to think of an excuse.

"Mr. Lombardi, you mean the Necronomicon?"

When Liao Fan said the name of the book, he obviously noticed that Lombardi, who was sitting in the main seat, had paused for a moment with his originally elegant demeanor.

But it was only a moment before the other party recovered, nodded and said nothing.

Seeing this, Liao Fan thought for a moment and said, "That book was a coincidence. At that time, I was in China and had a conflict with an antique dealer.

And that book was the one I found in his safe after I solved the problem.

At the time, I had no idea what the book was, but I felt it must be very old, and the text on it didn't resemble anything from Chinese history. I felt it must be very valuable.

After all, although Europe also has ancient civilizations comparable to China, due to historical gaps, there are very few cultural relics and historical sites that can be passed down. Therefore, I brought them to Hong Kong."

After finishing his fabricated story, Liao Fan began to pay attention to Lombardi's reaction.

Lombardi did not care about the sense of superiority of his own country and civilization between the lines of Liao Fan's words. He was just thinking about the credibility of what Liao Fan said.

It is said that old people become more shrewd. Lombardi, with a head full of white hair, would naturally not be naive enough to think that everything Liao Fan said was true. It seems that it is most likely a mixture of half truth and half falsehood.

But how could he have guessed that not a single word Liao Fan said could be believed.

Just as Liao Fan was waiting for the other party to continue, he heard Lombardi suddenly stop mentioning the "Book of the Dead" and instead chatted with Liao Fan about the customs and culture of China and Italy.

Seeing the other party start chatting, Liao Fan couldn't figure out the other party's intentions for a moment and could only respond with a few words.

As a result, we chatted about all sorts of things until after 5 o'clock in the evening.

As the sky gradually darkened, Liao Fan was about to say goodbye when he heard Lombardi say, "Mr. Liao, it's rare for you to spend so much time chatting with me. Why don't you stay here for dinner with me tonight? After dinner, I'll take you to see the collection of our Lombardi family."

Although it was a question, Lombardi stood up and walked out after he finished speaking, leaving no room for Liao Fan to refuse.

Moreover, after hearing the other party's last words, Liao Fan was not sure whether it was a hook or a threat. It was difficult to refuse for the time being, so he could only follow the local customs.

However, after the other party left, Liao Fan quietly took out two antidote needles, two yellow needles, and a mini first aid kit from the needle bag in the safe space and stuffed them into the hands of the nearest female bodyguard behind him.