Chapter 11 Text Messages, Assistance, and the Reaper of the Benefit: The more intense the battle becomes between the two sides, the more...
The message sent from Fu Ze's mobile phone was incorporated into hundreds of millions of data messages sent from V City at the same time, and after passing through several signal towers, it finally reached its recipient.
As he glanced at the text that popped up on his phone, Wells Lee's hand trembled and he poured half a glass of dry gin, which was supposed to only contain ten milliliters. The man sitting across from him, who had come to ask for a collaboration, felt a chill run down his spine.
Realizing he had made a mistake in his bartending technique, Wells Lee laughed heartily, "What? Scared?"
Unable to tell whether Wells Lee was genuinely joking or testing his alcohol tolerance, the man could only offer an awkward but polite smile. "Manager Charles is quite the joker."
Having lost interest in the signature game of Three Cups Martini, Wells Lee slapped the other man on the shoulder and said, "Give me your contact information, I'll get in touch with you later."
The person across the bar could hardly believe their ears. They had actually passed the legendary challenge of three signature dry martinis?!
With the comment, "Luck is also an important part of cooperation," Wells Lee strode towards a very hidden side door behind the bar.
Don't let the unassuming appearance of this side door fool you; even a big guy like Wells Lee had to tense up his arm muscles to push it open.
Once the side door closed again, pressing down the surrounding rubber gas seals firmly, all the noise inside the bar was shut out.
Sitting on the old-fashioned sofa next to the record player, Wells Lee took out his phone, typed a message, and sent it to the sender.
Just as he expected, a red exclamation mark appeared next to the message shortly after it was sent.
This means that the other party's SIM card is no longer in the service system.
Clearly, the other party was determined not to let Wells Lee find them.
With a sigh of relief, Wells Lee sat up and dialed a number that wasn't in his contacts but that he knew by heart.
The phone rang for almost a minute before the other end finally answered, just before the call automatically ended.
Based on Wells Lee's understanding of the other party, this was the other party deliberately playing a trick on him.
"I thought you'd never want to do anything with Kangming Group in your life." A playful voice came through the receiver.
Wells Lee replied, "You're right. If possible, I really don't want to have anything to do with the Kangming Group, including you."
"So what wind blew you here today?"
"I received a text message that I think might be helpful to you."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"The text message was simple: a screenshot from a security camera, a location, and five words." Wells Lee rubbed the calluses on his hands. "Snake Eyes is here."
In an instant, the faint smile on the other end of the phone vanished completely, and Wells Lee could almost hear the splashing sound of the arowana swaying its tail in the aquarium on the other person's desk.
“It seems they came prepared,” Wells Lee continued, emphasizing, “even ‘prepared’ enough to know about my relationship with the Kangming Group.”
"Thank you for informing me, this is indeed very useful information." The smile returned. "However, I am currently in L City, and I am being watched by the executive officer's spies from head to toe. By the time I have a chance, it will probably be too late."
Wells Lee clenched his fists nervously; he had never been this nervous, not even when someone had a gun to his head to defuse a bomb.
"I can act as your agent to negotiate with the smugglers in V City, but after the deal is done..."
The person on the other end interrupted, "I know, I know. Although you chose to leave back then, that little girl's file is still there."
Wells Lee wanted to haggle with the other party, but just then, his phone suddenly rang with the sound of a transfer being made.
And more than once.
The clinking of gold coins echoed repeatedly from his phone in the small, enclosed room, making Wells Lee momentarily believe that he was in a dragon's treasure room and had casually overturned a mountain of treasure.
"The transaction between you and me is a transaction, and the money for completing the entrustment is money; they are two separate things."
"When it comes to killing Snake Eyes, as long as there are scapegoats willing to take the fall, our boss is still very willing to spend money."
*
Fu Ze felt like a student who had finally stepped into the examination hall.
Anyone who has been to school knows that the most nerve-wracking time for test takers is usually before they receive the exam paper.
They would quickly recall the knowledge points they had crammed for the night before, and repeatedly check whether their answer sheet pen had a lead.
But once the test papers are handed out, all their attention will be focused on the first question, and they will have no time to pay attention to the others.
The text message that was just sent out was the "solution" that Fu Ze wrote on the math problem answer sheet.
Alright, let's begin the quiz!
Although Fu Ze's life can be described as "exciting and colorful" due to the effect of "death in place of life".
But he is never one to forget why he started because he has been away for too long.
【key】
From the painstaking preparations for the Demon Lizard 757 to the risky confrontation with Yuan Jianxing, everything was for the [Key].
The snake eye was merely the best opportunity for Fu Ze to understand the [key], and the prison break was simply the fastest way to get close to the snake eye.
Even with such an overpowered cheat ability as "dying and being reborn," Fu Ze still had a clear understanding of his own limitations.
No matter how well he prepared, he couldn't possibly take the person directly away from the executive officer.
In situations like this, some off-field support is needed.
And coincidentally, a faction capable of fighting the executive officer to a standstill wanted to kill Snake Eyes.
Although he had been dying and dying mostly within the territory of V City, thanks to his previous identity, Fu Ze was able to learn about the subtle and intertwined relationship between Wells Lee and the Cumming Corporation.
Therefore, he chose to send the message "Snake Eyes are here".
Given Wells Lee's extensive network of information, even if he didn't know the contents of the "key," he would certainly know about Snake Eyes, and naturally, he would also know that the Cumming Corporation was determined to kill Snake Eyes but was hindered by the fact that the L City executive was in the middle.
Fu Ze was not worried that Wells Lee would keep the news from Kangming Group.
Just as Wells Lee himself recounted when he was repairing the car.
"Most of the time, asking around helps you avoid traps. But sometimes, asking less is better than asking around."
From another perspective, the moment you learn any news, it's as if you've already gotten into some trouble; you either solve it or wait to die.
How can this not be considered a kind of "life's hardships begin with literacy"?
Fu Ze also has life principles, and quite a few.
Or rather, he always accepts any reasonable statement as his life motto, even if some of them are contradictory.
Of all these countless life principles, his personal favorite is—
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits.
The more intense the conflict between the executive and the Cumming Group, the easier it will be for him to take advantage of the chaos and steal Snake Eyes away.
*
Inside the escort vehicle.
"Gentlemen, please have mercy! I really don't want to eat this dog food anymore." Snake Eyes turned his head, gritted his teeth, and looked like he was ready to die. "Don't you have that nutrient injection? Use that!"
If his limbs weren't suspended and fixed in mid-air by strong magnetic shackles, he would definitely be rolling around in a very standard rogue's manner right now.
However, the executives weren't buying it.
The executive officer, holding the artificial food, quickly pried open the snake's jaw and forced the food down its throat, only letting go after watching it slide down.
After gaining his freedom, Snake Eyes gagged twice, and realizing it was futile, he started crying and wailing again.
"Regret, regret." Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead and hanging from the ceiling, he said in a long, mournful tone, "During my time in your Second Arbitration Bureau, I've finally figured things out."
"I'd rather live like a human being than just barely survive."
Although the executive officer was able to automatically block out Snake Eyes' trash talk, he still couldn't help but feel an urge to beat him up after hearing this man's remark.
Just then, the truck's cargo door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, and an executive dressed as a laborer walked in.
Snake Eyes looked up at the person who had come, and was about to make a few casual remarks when he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a corner of something peeking out of the other person's pocket.
"That's... a triple celebration?!"
There's no mistake! That packaging design! It's his favorite homemade cigarette, the "Three Happinesses"!
His original eyeball and prosthetic eyeball trembled simultaneously. "Quick, quick, give me one."
The executive officer who had just entered seemed to be deliberately teasing Snake Eyes. He first stood in front of him and slowly unpacked the cigarette, then teased Snake Eyes by waving the cigarette between his fingers a few times, before finally putting the cigarette butt into Snake Eyes' mouth.
"We're not going to order anything for you, just enjoy this."
"It's more satisfying to chew it, that's the authentic way." Snake Eyes rolled the whole pack of cigarettes into his mouth with his tongue, then rolled his eyes. "We should be in V City now, right? So where did you get this stuff?"
"Can't shut you up, huh?" The executive reached out to throw the cigarette pack into the trash can next to him.
Snake Eyes quickly shook his head, "I was wrong, I was wrong, it was my fault for being so talkative and ungrateful."
Watching the executive officer communicating in special sign language inside the carriage, he suddenly spoke again: "By the way, how much longer until we depart?"
After finishing his conversation with his colleagues, the executive dressed as a laborer turned around and said, "Don't worry, you'll soon be able to see the man you've been longing for, Hara Mikihoshi."
"Really? That's wonderful." Snake Eyes grinned, then lowered his head and whispered:
"The scary thing is, I might not have that chance."
Before he could finish speaking, a long alarm sounded from outside the carriage.
The surveillance screen hanging inside the transport vehicle showed that a sightseeing airship exploded violently at the tail above the transfer center.
As dozens of independent airships exploded one after another from back to front due to the flames, the airship, which had been barely maintaining its stability, completely lost its source of levitation power and accelerated downwards under the full force of gravity.
Thick smoke trailed behind it, casting a glaring charcoal mark on the otherwise tranquil and beautiful sky, reminiscent of an oil painting.
A calm female voice replaced the previously playing melodious new Chinese music and greetings from the speakers.
"Personnel inside the hub, please do not panic. Immediately leave your current vehicle and evacuate to a safe location according to the indicator lights on the ground."
"Should we take the prisoners and let them blend into the crowd to hide? Or wait for further instructions?" An officer asked his colleague, watching the crowd begin to evacuate according to the repeatedly played instructions.
For such secret escort missions, standing out by not following the crowd is often the biggest taboo.
In addition, to avoid exposing Snake Eyes' whereabouts, the lower-ranking executive teams could only receive instructions from the higher-ranking executives throughout the entire escort operation, and they would not even have any contact with each other.
In other words, these executives must make the right decisions as much as possible with limited personnel to ensure the mission is accomplished.
“According to calculations, the airship won’t land on our heads due to the ambient wind.” The former co-pilot changed his equipment and came to the back of the vehicle, giving instructions methodically. “But you’re right, PL27, you go and conduct the normal evacuation with the general public.”
PL27 is the code name for the adjudicator dressed as a laborer.
Although Li Zhi responded with a "Yes, sir," PL27 still had some doubts in his mind:
Was this really just an accident they stumbled upon?
Snake Eyes immediately shouted, "What do you mean it won't happen to us?! This is clearly aimed at me! If it doesn't happen this time, what about next time?!"
If it were any other prisoner saying this, the officer would likely ask in return, "What is your evidence?"
However, they had heard too much nonsense from Snake Eyes along the way and had become completely immune to any of his words.
An executive simply pressed a button on the remote control panel on the inside of his arm, and the shackles around Snake Eyes' neck tightened instantly to the point where the man could barely maintain a minimal level of breathing.
After dealing with the noisy Snake Eyes, the co-pilot instructed PL27: "If you encounter any other squads' officers, check the mission status and see if you can temporarily transfer a few people over."
PL27 nodded, then turned and left the carriage.
Actually, he had a better candidate in mind than the other team's executive officer.
As he turned onto the bustling main pedestrian walkway, he immediately began searching for that splash of orange in the crowd.
A note from the author:
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Fu Xiaozhe has a very flexible set of life principles; he will never compromise himself. [Very unhelpful]
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