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The waste paper soaked in the cement pit was mercilessly crushed by a speeding police car.
Soon after, a dozen police cars surrounded Kangtai Company's cold chain warehouse.
The Skynet Operations Bureau acted with extreme speed, so fast that even the local police station in Wudong Port didn't have time to react. By the time they received the news, Ji Xuan had already gone to arrest the suspect under the pretext of catching illegal immigrants.
Kangtai Company's cold chain warehouse is located outside the main urban area of Wudonggang, between the two cities of Wanyang and Wudonggang. It belongs to Longjin Financial Health's property. Logically speaking, an approval document is required to enter for inspection. A group of workers used this as a reason to block the road and started arguing, creating a very unpleasant scene.
“Qing people.” Ji Xuan glanced at the group of troublemakers and spoke directly.
The commotion gradually subsided. Ji Xuan swiped his finger across the screen; the thermal imager showed two active heat sources in Cold Storage Area B. He realized with alarm that something was amiss. If this really was the person he was investigating, had things gone far too smoothly?
Looking at the logo of Longjin Financial Health at the warehouse entrance, Ji Xuan stopped pressing the intercom button.
Someone nearby chimed in, "Someone is trying to drive through the police line. Should we forcibly remove them?"
Ji Xuan looked into the distance, as if he had seen something interesting: "Let him in."
A white sedan drove into the police car encirclement, the door opened, and Milo stepped out.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Ji Xuan gave a cold, ambiguous laugh and walked towards Milo.
“Little employee, you’re quite the little schemer.” Ji Xuan glanced at the cold chain warehouse out of the corner of his eye, having already pieced together some clues. He walked up to Milo and whispered, “You’re using me.”
Five hundred meters away, Blaise silently flipped off the roof, kicked open a window, leaned inside, and used a crowbar to jam the window shut, blocking the way in.
Behind Ji Xuan was a large group of investigators, all with solemn expressions and burly builds. Compared to them, Ji Xuan appeared overly scholarly and gentle.
But it is precisely this kind of person who, with a casual remark, exudes an overwhelming sense of pressure that makes it impossible to look directly at him.
Having come this far, Milo could only reply under pressure: "Using the word is too much. I was just asking Agent Ji for a small favor. Agent Ji probably doesn't know that although Jesse and I only became friends in the last two years, I actually met him once before. Of course, compared to him, what impressed me more were his two older brothers."
Ji Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, her expression still gentle and indifferent: "You'd better think it through before you speak."
Milo didn't back down: "If I remember correctly, Jesse's second brother looks a lot like Detective Ji."
Jesse comes from a blended family; her three brothers have different mothers, and the second son later changed his name to take his mother's surname. Milo didn't intend to bring this up unless absolutely necessary. This statement would reveal his identity and indirectly show that his understanding of Jesse goes beyond the surface.
But for Yuuma's sake, he had to take a risk.
Ji Xuan didn't show the expected emotional fluctuation. Instead, she replied, "Really? In that case, how should I address you? Should I call you Theo Green?"
Milo wasn't too surprised. Although very few people in the world knew his true identity, he wouldn't be surprised if Ji Xuan was one of them. He had nothing to do with Ji Xuan, and Ji Xuan wouldn't waste his time on his family's grudges and entanglements.
"It's just a form of address, whatever Detective Ji prefers," Milo said calmly. "I remember Jesse really dislikes his family and doesn't want to say a word about them. Last time we met, he almost got into a fight with Detective Ji over just one sentence. I think it would be very inappropriate for him to get involved at this time."
"Are you threatening me?" Ji Xuan took a step forward, almost pressing down on Milo.
Milo stopped in his tracks and stood still: "Yes, I was threatening you."
"Compared to Detective Ji's illustrious background and secrets, which is more valuable, an insignificant illegal immigrant or Detective Ji's illustrious background and secrets? Detective Ji should know which to choose."
Ji Xuan stared at Milo for a long time before finally muttering to himself, "Sometimes, you really have to believe in fate. I owe you this debt, so I'll repay it this time."
These words stunned Milo on the spot.
What does Ji Xuan owe him? And how can he possibly make amends?
“Using him to threaten me will only hurt him in the end.” Ji Xuan’s eyes were cold. “Sometimes, deception may seem like a shortcut, but you may not be able to afford the hidden costs.”
Ji Xuan turned around and snapped his fingers at the group of investigators behind him who were unaware of what had happened: "Let's go."
The dark mass of investigators were momentarily stunned, but they immediately sprang into action at the sound, their vehicles whizzing past Milo.
*
With a loud bang, the window was kicked violently from the inside, but it still couldn't be opened.
Harold gripped the pistol at his waist, abandoning the attempt to smash open the window. He watched warily through the crack as the police cars surrounding them dispersed, his left hand gripping Yuu's wrist tightly.
Before Harold could recover from the shock of watching the troublesome investigators leave, an instinct compelled him to grab Yuuma and dodge away.
With a "whoosh," a bullet struck the wall instantly.
Harold pressed himself against the packaging box, touched his ear, and found his hand covered in blood.
Blaze squinted at the disappearing figure, a thought creeping into his mind. It seemed the man Miles kept around wasn't just a figurehead; he actually had some skill.
Staying in the cold storage for too long would cause severe hypothermia. Harold could feel the hissing white vapor constantly escaping from his mouth and nose. He dared not linger and gritted his teeth as he rolled into the refrigerated container's inner compartment. The ghostly, persistent bullet immediately pierced through the metal, sparking as it grazed his ear.
Blaise kept getting closer.
The steel-framed cold storage facility forms a natural echo chamber, with the whistling sound of bullets echoing throughout.
When Harold landed again, he discovered that he had been shot in the arm again, while Yuma, who had been terrified and turned pale, was now completely unharmed.
Harold immediately understood one thing: Blaise only intended to leave one person alive.
If Suma knew how ruthless her son was, she didn't know whether she would be happy or sad. This thought flashed through Harold's mind, but the more pressing issue was survival.
Harold glanced around, grabbed the liquid nitrogen tank, swept it across, aimed, and fired.
Instantly, white mist rose up, and he touched the detonator at his waist.
After a violent explosion, a path was blasted open in the cold storage, and Harold practically dragged the limp Yuuma out.
The moment he saw the light, Harold ripped off the red, white, and blue plastic sheeting covering the back alley, revealing a car hidden underneath. Harold quickly checked himself; the keys had vanished while he was hiding. Without hesitation, he pulled out the ignition wires and started the engine.
Death loomed close, and with a screech, the car finally made a rustling sound.
Harold forced Yuma into the car, but Yuma resisted fiercely. As the two struggled, they suddenly heard a strong voice from behind.
"Police! Hands behind your head!"
Harold, alert, darted close to the car, but his gun was now empty. Covered in blood, even the usually taciturn Harold couldn't help but curse under his breath.
Jesse was drawn there by the loud "boom".
Today was supposed to be his day off, but the man who had smuggled himself into the country kept him on edge. He found the convenience store where Youzhen dialed the phone number, and then continuously delineated overlapping areas based on Steven's related companies. After work, he explored on his own, crossing off each one one by one. Today was the last point he investigated, and also the one he had the least hope for, since it was another company that had previously cooperated with Lianhua Machinery.
As Skynet Operations vehicles sped past, Jesse, who was making inquiries, became suspicious. But before he could figure it out, they left. Undeterred, he continued wandering through the wholesale market in the back alley of the warehouse. As soon as he stepped in, he heard a loud explosion.
When he opened his eyes again, a blood-soaked man was standing in front of him, holding a gun and forcing another person to surrender.
Their eyes met, and Jesse's gaze locked precisely on Yuzhen's pale face, and he was immediately stunned: "You're actually here!"
Harold had already pushed Yuma into the car. He jumped in and slammed on the gas, ramming into Jesse, who was holding a gun and warning him.
Seeing this, Jesse rolled over, his side hitting the slippery brick wall, and a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder blade.
Yuzhen suddenly grabbed the steering wheel and swerved, causing the car to swerve wildly. Harold became agitated.
Jesse reacted quickly and grabbed the passenger door.
Seeing the troublesome Jesse and Blaise who could catch up at any moment, Harold knew immediately that he couldn't protect this person today. So, he kicked open the passenger door and kicked Yuuma out of the car.
An old-fashioned car with fake license plates crashed through a warehouse fence and swerved in a narrow alley.
"Bang bang bang—!" Jesse decisively drew his gun and fired. The car wobbled after being hit, but continued to speed forward.
Jesse immediately called the patrol officers at the intersection ahead to intercept them. After all that, he was still in a daze. Looking at Yuzhen, who was also exhausted, he sighed helplessly: "No wonder I couldn't find you. You've been kidnapped. Why... never mind, come with me. We'll talk about it when we get back to the police station."
Upon hearing the words "police station," fear flashed in Yuzhen's eyes, but soon, as if forcing himself to make up his mind, he excitedly gestured with his hands.
Upon seeing this, Jesse was horrified: "You! This person's tongue has been cut off?"
Yuma tried to express herself by crying out, but she couldn't find a single word to describe it completely, and soon tears started flowing.
Jesse frowned, his hand, which had been reaching for the handcuffs, paused. He crouched down and reassured her, "Can you understand me? Nod if you can. Okay, that's good. Calm down. All you need to do now is cooperate with me. We won't torture you, and we won't wrong you. Please trust me, okay?"
Yuma gradually calmed down.
Jesse helped Yuzhen to his feet, but before he could make a move, he noticed a rustling sound coming from the warehouse at the alley entrance.
There are probably accomplices as well.
This was a deserted, desolate place, and no reinforcements had arrived. He didn't want to play the hero and ruin things; bringing back witnesses was the most important thing. After sorting out his thoughts, Jesse immediately grabbed Yuzhen and turned to run.
Fortunately, the crowd that had been watching the Skynet Operations Department hadn't completely dispersed. Jesse quickly stopped a black Ford parked on the side of the road, flashed his badge, and said, "Police, emergency requisition!"
Jesse got in the car, jerked the steering wheel, and the car swung halfway across the concrete road before speeding towards the city.
A tall figure emerged from the thick smoke billowing up after the explosion, stepping on the rubble.
Blaise watched Jesse's car drive away without stopping it.
He didn't care about showing his face in front of Jesse, but doing so would tarnish his public image as a law-abiding citizen of the Dale Group, which was obviously extremely detrimental to Milo's plans.
It feels like having a noose around your neck; sometimes it's fun, sometimes it's a bit uncomfortable.
Blaze reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, reluctantly took it out, squinted to determine the approximate location where Jesse had left, and then began to survey the surrounding area for suitable vehicles to target.
A white sedan suddenly came into view, moving slowly and stopping very steadily on the side of the road.
The next second, Milo stretched out a leg and kicked open the passenger door. With agile and graceful movements, he moved from the driver's seat to the passenger seat at lightning speed, fastened his seatbelt, and waved to Blaise.
"Get in the car."
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