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Chapter 1379: Chapter 1228: The Water Gets Muddier (Subscribe, Please!)
The fourth day afternoon.
The search in the mountains still had no progress.
Today.
It was the official day for Fukner to hand over his duties, and the successor was a member of the Founding Family. Due to the severity of the situation, they had to send the most reliable person.
After all.
Who would abandon their ancestors’ graves on purpose?
Fukner knew the person who was replacing him; they had played ball together before, his peer in age, and certainly capable of standing up to the test, just that it was unknown how his Luck would fare.
Four days already.
Not a single hair was found.
The longer it drags.
The smaller the likelihood of finding anything.
"Regarding the handling of you and some sections of your team, it might not be too lenient this time since we haven’t yet uncovered any useful information, we cannot rule out that your team’s operations were mishandled."
The visitor clearly said this to Fukner.
"I understand, and I accept."
Fukner replied with a bitter smile.
Mishandling.
The implication was: some of you might have been involved, now without finding even a single hair, he couldn’t prove his innocence, nor could he shirk the major loss caused by the destruction of these two Laboratories.
"I hope I have better Luck and can clear your name."
"Thank you." Fukner said.
Just then,
"Target spotted!" An excited voice came from outside.
Both of them were startled.
They hastily rushed out.
"One minute ago, we received a call from a friend of this person, who saw the target in New York Park, the target was hurrying through the park, and ran off when he was spotted," reported a subordinate.
Four days earlier.
At the first opportunity.
All of Brick’s friends had been identified, and calls were made to each, big rewards offered for clues; hearing the rewards, many were directly stationed outside their original homes, hoping to land a fortune.
This news.
Directly declared that the search operation in the mountains was now pointless; the person had already escaped and was still wandering within New York City, which made Fukner’s face turn red—a bit out of shame, and a bit out of excitement.
Finally seeing this guy for the second time.
"All personnel searching in the mountains, withdraw back to the city, find him out, hmm, pretty smart, knowing the City is crowded, good for hiding— I don’t believe we can’t dig out this rat."
"Also, I suspect he still has accomplices," the new leader glanced at Fukner.
Fukner remained silent.
Well.
Even those who were catching him started to be suspicious.
There was no use for him being here.
Only waiting for the day when everything becomes clear—he believed he was innocent, but without Evidence, no one believed, "Then I will leave first, contact me if there’s any issue."
"Alright."
Watching Fukner leave.
He didn’t even see him off.
Gathering his things, Fukner walked above ground, hands cuffed, behind him, quite a few former subordinates received the same Treatment; fortunately, he was only mistaken, and did not receive ’special treatment’.
Sunlight poured down.
Within the courtyard.
A dozen aggressive black SUVs lined in a row, beside them, numerous Organization security personnel holding guns. Fukner didn’t know where he would be taken, only that it was a small country in Central America.
There,
mainly for guarding more important people.
After a long time of operation.
’Kovalro’ almost played a leading role; currently, there, the largest Experimental Base is under construction, according to the plan, a year later, once construction is finished, Jars will move over there to take charge of Hosting.
Even.
’Kovalro’ also plans to build a second permanent Headquarters there.
But now...
Jars had disappeared.
And himself had fallen into this predicament.
Soon.
The Convoy set off.
Leaving the Manor, driving along the coast Highway, looking at the fleeting summer scenery outside the window, thinking that the man had not yet been caught, Fukner’s mood soured.
An hour later.
On a small road.
The Convoy stopped.
"Alert, there’s a barricade placed ahead," the leader’s voice came through the Walkie-talkie, and the Convoy gradually came to a halt. The co-driver unsafely operated their guns and got out.
This scene.
They were all too familiar.
When used to trap someone, they liked this trick; they walked this road often, they also frequently encountered villagers wanting to collect ’carriage fees’, thus, they were rather unphased by such oddities.
But,
Looking around for a good while.
Didn’t see anyone coming to ’collect fees and clear obstacles’.
Out of professional diligence, they continued to watch the surrounding jungle cautiously, letting a few people move the barricades, to avoid any mines, they specially examined around a few trees.
No danger was found.
Move.
Several minutes later.
"Obstacles cleared, ready to set off!"
Inside the vehicle.
Fukner was resting with his eyes closed.
However.
The next moment.
"Bang~~bang bang~"
A gunshot.
Almost made him jump up.
"Enemies on both sides of the convoy, be careful," the leader shouted. He quickly scrambled back into the vehicle, which was a little bit bulletproof. Although not the best, it still provided some effective protection.
"Ratatat..."
Without asking, he opened a small gap in the window.
Just shoot.
"See any enemies?"
"No."
"No."
"..."
Based on the sounds.
They figured there weren’t many, just about a dozen. Burdened with a task, they dared not engage in a prolonged fight and were about to turn back when, just a few dozen meters after reversing, clank, the road collapsed.
A pit,
Two meters wide.
Almost ten meters long.
Blocking their retreat.
The last vehicle... got truly stuck.
The situation.
Was very clear now.
The people weren’t after toll money; they were after their lives.
"Bang~~"
"Ah."
"..."
Gunshots.
In bursts.
Often, following the sounds and looking out.
You’d only catch a fleeting shadow that would disappear into the jungle, and then the next shot would come from another direction. For a while, all security personnel were pinned down, firing from inside the vehicles.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Click..."
"Ah..."
"Charge out."
After a while.
About a dozen people charged towards both sides, but, going in was easy, coming out was not.
The leader had already reported to Headquarters.
"...If we can’t get away, I don’t want the organization’s information to leak," the response from the other side came.
"Yes."
The leader’s forehead was sweating.
This guy was ruthless.
Essentially giving up on Fukner.
He knew too much.
Whether these attackers and Fukner had any relation, whether their purpose was to rescue someone or to silence him, Fukner couldn’t escape the organization’s control. At this moment, Fukner’s face was ashen, he knew all too well what was going to happen.
Sigh...
He sighed. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Maybe.
This was fate.
"We can’t let them fall into the enemy’s hands," the leader commanded coldly.
The command was passed into each vehicle.
Thus.
"I, too, was acting under orders."
"Bang..."
A shot.
Fukner walked away, relieved.
The others.
All went to meet God.
Just then, it seemed like the other side got angry, and their firepower increased a lot, as if they were ’avenging’. In the end, only one remaining security guard resisting until ’death’ managed to escape back.
...
From then on.
This pool of water.
Had become completely muddled.
Due to this attack, the promotion of all people during Fukner’s time in ’Kovalro’ faced a crisis of trust, and no matter what, they temporarily couldn’t be excluded from involvement.
And the storm.
Was just beginning to stir.
