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Chapter 1360: Chapter 1212 This is Impossible! (Please Subscribe!)
"Number seventy-one?"
The man was stunned for a moment.
Out of the blue.
Why did Tang Qing mention a number?
Number seventy-one!
Such a familiar number, it seemed as if he had heard it somewhere before, seventy-one, seventy-one, seventy... He seemed to recall something, but then, the very guess almost made him jump out of his skin.
Number seventy-one.
Wasn’t that the house number of the civil residence where they were?
Keep in mind,
he had dialed from Thailand using a VoIP connection, and from the number alone, Tang Qing would only see a domestic number from Beijing; it was impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
"Number seventy-one? I don’t know what you mean."
After coming up with countless reasons,
he finally convinced himself.
It was a coincidence.
Right.
It must be a coincidence.
Upon hearing this,
Tang Qing chuckled.
"Do you really not know? However, I think you should."
"Why should I know?"
The man’s heart skipped a beat.
"Intuition."
"..."
He thought Tang Qing was going to reveal the real reason.
Intuition?
You’ve got to be kidding me.
"Right, there’s something else I’d like to ask you about. I think you can definitely give me an answer," Tang Qing said, glancing at the countdown timer. Fighter action was already visible in his eyes.
Target: Six.
Mission Brief: Silent capture, bring to the designated location.
...
In the footage,
the fighters had already reached the vicinity of the civil residence, which was rather quiet with few people around. The six individuals were on different floors, with two being security personnel, one playing with a knife in the living room on the first floor, and another polishing a gun in the hallway on the second floor.
To deal with these people,
the soldiers didn’t go directly.
Instead, they threw several fist-sized, nondescript black spheres from a distance into the yard.
As they were about to land,
the spheres suddenly split in the middle and sprouted four mechanical legs, landing squarely and silently due to rubber tips on the legs. Subsequently, the mechanical legs retracted.
They slipped through a mouse hole.
And entered the civil residence in an instant.
These robots, specifically designed for infiltration,
were already being applied extensively and comprised half the main force of the "Dragon Eats Elephant" task; they were small in size but high in functionality and very effective. As for the surveillance around the civil residence, the footage had already been tampered with.
"What is it?"
The man’s heartbeat accelerated again.
"The thing is, steak with mustard—does that taste bad?" Tang Qing wondered curiously.
"Click."
The man’s hand trembled, almost dropping the phone. He felt as if he wasn’t holding a phone but a grenade.
At this moment,
he was clear.
He had been exposed.
It was really absurd; how could Tang Qing know that he had steak with mustard for lunch? That was something he decided to try only after seeing someone eating it by the roadside yesterday; it wasn’t his usual habit.
Thus,
it wasn’t that Tang Qing had known him from before.
Instead,
he had been under surveillance.
Realizing this,
the man couldn’t calm his mind at all; in all his years working, he had never encountered such a situation. Even the headquarters couldn’t have known these details; something had gone fundamentally wrong.
"Seeing the look on your face, it must not taste very good," Tang Qing said.
"You can see my expression?"
"Just a guess."
"... How do you know all this?"
"I can answer that, but first, you have to answer another question for me," Tang Qing said.
"What is it?"
"What exactly did the pangolin say?"
"What?"
Just as he finished speaking,
the man felt a sudden pain in his neck, followed by a blurring of his consciousness. He was no ordinary man and immediately knew he’d been ambushed. This feeling was definitely anesthesia...
"Bang~~~"
His hefty body
heavily crashed to the ground, his eyes swiftly closed, displaying a slow disbelief.
His last thought was,
---This is impossible!
"Squeak~~"
The door to his office was pushed open, and a casually dressed fighter entered, picked him up, and walked away, also picking up a black ball from the ground before taking everyone from this mobile division with him.
Honestly,
facing technology,
even those battle-hardened soldiers would immediately fall victim.
Afterward,
another group of fighters came in.
They examined all the items.
Next,
they were to take over the functionality of this division. As for these people, since there weren’t enough teleportation nodes available, they would not be sent to Thailand just yet but would be held at a local hidden spot for interrogation.
...
Shanghai Stock Market.
After hanging up the phone,
the bell for class had already rung. Tang Qing returned to the classroom to continue designing a massage chair, watching the drama unfold as he worked. Thailand was just the beginning of the mission; the more thrilling act was yet to unfold.
Yet,
he was conflicled.
This massage chair.
How could it massage as comfortably as a human could?
That was a huge issue.
...
Thailand.
Not far from the division’s civil residence,
in a warehouse belonging to a fighter conducting business there, they were brought inside. Unlike the courteous treatment that the five others had received before, a bucket of ice-cold water was immediately poured on the man who had been telephoning Tang Qing, instantly waking him up.
When his consciousness could control his body,
and he recalled what had just happened,
his mind still echoed with Tang Qing’s last question, "What exactly did the pangolin say?" He had no idea, but within moments, he realized it was a mockery.
"Bastard."
"Whoosh~~~"
Another bucket of ice water drenched him.
That sensation,
in the blazing heat of summer, was more than refreshing. Looking around, he realized he had been captured. He struggled briefly and discovered his hands were cuffed. Not far away stood three stern-looking men.
"Who are you? Tang Qing’s people? No, you couldn’t possibly be Tang Qing’s men. Tang Qing wouldn’t have subordinates like you. You must be hired by Tang Qing. Since you know about us, you should know the consequences of making a move against me."
"Speak, what will it take to release me?"
A lot of chatter.
The man grunted.
One of the fighters said, "Sorry, our orders don’t include releasing you. For the short term, you can only lose your freedom. Now, I have a few questions to ask you."
"..."
What?
He was shocked.
Again with the questions?
"Whose men are you?" the man asked.
The fighter sneered, "Kovalro’s men. Why all the fuss? You like people who recognize the times, and so do we. Moreover, you should understand the consequences of knowing things you shouldn’t."
"Are you sure you want to know who we are?"
"I..."
Faced with this statement,
he backed down.
Survival
is a biological instinct.
The message was clear; if I tell you, then you won’t live to tell the tale. He was frightened enough to drop it, "I don’t want to know anymore. Just ask your questions, but I do not wish to die."
"..."
Soon,
he had confessed everything.
Tang Qing wasn’t surprised that the man had given up so easily; everything about Kovalro was built on mystery and fear. These were people who worshipped money and violence.
Such people
are actually the easiest to interrogate.
Just be ruthless enough.
That will do.
Unlike those steadfast in national missions or religious beliefs, those people are the hardest to deal with. They’re ready to die at any moment, whereas Kovalro’s people are always ready to survive.
