Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
George's appearance was out of place, both in time and location. His presence at that moment seemed almost premeditated, and from that position, he could clearly see the K in the fox's hand.
The sudden turn of events nearly caused the fox to pull the trigger, but doing so here would be playing with fire. However, George had noticed his hostage, White, and could only hope that George cared enough about White's life; otherwise, all four of them would surely perish here.
"Chiba... no, Sister Li, I hope to have a proper conversation with you." The last trace of warmth faded from George's eyes, leaving only a cold and hollow gaze that sent shivers down one's spine. "I bear no ill will, but your hostility makes me uncomfortable..."
The fox's mind was clearly overwhelmed with information. It was evident that their identity had been exposed, yet their true identity seemed to remain intact. Looking at Elephant General and the others, who appeared utterly confused, the fox suddenly found itself at a loss for words.
"If your identity is revealed, then you are Chinese."
"Sister Li..." George took a step forward, his voice dropping to a low growl filled with barely contained anger. At that moment, a single roar from this man could seal their fate, yet he chose to negotiate instead.
Li? That surname should be Chinese, right? No, it definitely is Chinese, though it's quite rare...
The fox also disengaged the safety on its gun and lowered its hand while still gripping the weapon tightly. "Let's not discuss it here."
George retracted his icy gaze, warmth returning to his eyes as he tilted his head and smiled. "Then please lead the way."
Without a care for the fox behind him, he took White and walked toward his room.
White adjusted his suit without looking back and followed George directly.
Elephant General approached the fox cautiously and asked in confusion, "What’s going on? What does it mean when he calls you Sister Li?"
The fox shook its head. "I don't know either. In any case, let's play along. Since he has misunderstood our identities, we will use that identity to negotiate with them. Besides, they don't seem hostile either. Just act as my subordinates—no talking and no wandering off. The patrols here are quite competent; we have no chance at a distance."
Elephant General nodded in agreement as the four quickly followed after George.
Upon arriving at George's room, which was about forty square meters, complete with a balcony and a bathroom but lacking a kitchen, George naturally sat down on his bed. White stood beside him, hands clasped behind his back.
The fox took a seat on the only chair in the room. In front of it was a computer desk, and the computer on it was still in standby mode. A stack of folders was piled next to the monitor, indicating that this space served as both an office and living quarters. It seemed that his business was quite busy; one couldn't help but wonder what a gang leader could possibly be so occupied with.
The Elephant General and his two companions mimicked White's stance, placing their hands across their chests and standing next to the fox like successful individuals.
George glanced at the fox one last time, sighed, and pulled out a folder from his bedside. Opening it, he read aloud, "Li Xue, Executive Director of Dawn Heavy Industries. You all went through so much trouble to come to America just for this Type 81 rifle? That can't be right."
Although the fox had never heard of Li Xue, he was very familiar with Dawn Heavy Industries. It was a name that every member of the team and military enthusiasts would know. So when he heard about the Executive Director of Dawn Heavy Industries, he couldn't help but be taken aback. How had he been mistaken for such an important figure?
Even the Elephant General wasn't exempt from this surprise. Although he already knew that the fox had been mistaken for someone else of significance, he never expected it to be linked to a director from Dawn Heavy Industries.
"Since you already know, let's open the window and speak plainly. Someone has stolen something important. We intended to smuggle it into America using your boss's connections but didn't expect you to intercept us. Now we're here to retrieve it," the fox said with a mischievous smile, spouting nonsense that made George nod repeatedly.
"It seems that's indeed the case; otherwise, how could there be lights in a container filled with Type 81 rifles?" George chuckled in disbelief, taking a deep breath.
The fox fixed his gaze on George's eyes and asked, "Did you see those items?"
George quickly waved his hands. "No, no. I noticed something was off when White reported to me earlier. That box hasn't been touched at all—oh wait, except for the rifle you took."
"Good, that's reassuring. But how did you figure out my identity?" The fox smiled happily, hugging his legs tightly.
She still cares about me. If she had seen those things, she would have felt sad about having to take action against me. George happily imagined.
Seeing that George had no response, White helplessly explained, "It's because you all are too foolish. Why choose someone you know for a fake identity? With such a resemblance, it's only natural you'd get caught."
Fake identity? Old friend? A resemblance? This vague conversation had already allowed the Fox to roughly guess the specific details, especially when linked with Chen Rui's earlier remark, "If your identity is exposed, you are Chinese."
It turned out that this was a trap set by Chen Rui. He had known about Li Xue and Yuki Chiba long before, and he was aware of George's personality traits and specific methods.
It was terrifying; every step felt as if it were being manipulated by him. What was initially thought to be a change in circumstances was merely because Chen Rui had not revealed the entire plan. Now it seemed that this situation had been anticipated by Chen Rui all along!
George smiled at the Fox and handed over a folder. "Exactly, you and Yuki Chiba look so alike, and it seems you are friends. If we can't figure this out, we might as well give up."
The Fox took the folder, which contained detailed information about Yuki Chiba and Li Xue. Of course, Yuki Chiba's information was more comprehensive, while Li Xue's data appeared to be extracted from various news sources.
"Yuki Chiba loves racing; you enjoy cars too, but her obsession with automobiles is far greater than yours. When she races, she won't stop until she crashes," George began to explain how he reached his conclusions.
"Moreover, Yuki Chiba is a homebody and a writer. Someone like her wouldn't have a broader understanding of the world than I do. Although her father is a wealthy businessman, it seems she hasn't received much support from him; all her assets are earned by herself. Therefore, she hasn't had the opportunity to enjoy that much high-society life and wouldn't easily recognize the vintage of that bottle of Bordeaux."
"But Li Xue is different. Li Xue is a rich heiress; your father is the CEO of a publicly listed company, frequently attending various social events. That's why you developed an aversion to that wine party—because no matter where you go, successful people can't escape such hypocritical small talk. Plus, you are the Executive Director of Dawn Heavy Industries; your understanding of weapons is certainly above average. When you entered the container and turned on the light, you instantly realized that this place held your stolen goods, yet you pretended not to understand, insisting on calling an AK-47 an '81 rifle,' while your eyes were fixated on those boxes of goods..."
White rattled off various flaws of the Fox, who couldn't help but interrupt him. "Sorry, but this isn't useful right now. You’re probably preparing to return those items to me anyway, so let’s just get on with it."
White wanted to refute but was stopped by George's amused interjection. "No wonder you're the Executive Director of Dawn Heavy Industries; indeed, we originally intended to return those goods to you. However, I need you to agree to two conditions."
The Fox smirked mischievously and crossed his legs. "Not bad; even knowing your current predicament, you still want to negotiate with me. But if you think I'll stay here, that's impossible."
George awkwardly chuckled. "Although it's entertainment news, there are too many intelligence sources indicating that you're in a passionate relationship with someone named Chen Rui, a State-Owned Enterprise Employee. Such unrealistic thoughts are something I truly dare not entertain."
Swallowing hard, George continued to force a smile. "First, I hope you won't hold us accountable for our actions. While we were indeed at fault, this situation arose without our knowledge, and since you've already recovered your losses..."
The Fox nodded, "No problem, what's the second condition?"
"The second condition is that you can only take what you want to take. As for those Type 81 rifles, they need to stay. After all, if you take them all, we won't be able to account for it."
The Fox chuckled lightly, "Do you really think that the four of us can carry away an entire container of light weapons? We just wanted to take that batch of goods directly."
"That's the best way." George let out a long sigh, the weight that had been hanging over him finally lifted. "White, drive them out and take what they want. Don't touch anything else, and don't alert anyone."
White nodded and glanced at the Fox, signaling them to follow.
The Fox quickly caught up, and Elephant General and the other two swiftly exited the room, leaving George alone.
George buried his head in his hands, as if he were crying, but no sound could be heard.
"Um..." The Fox returned, leaning against the door and frowning at George's appearance. Although this man was a gang leader, he gave off a surprisingly good impression. He wasn't like typical gangsters who were brutal; instead, he seemed particularly refined. In terms of strategy and cunning, he surpassed most people. Most importantly, he was very loyal and had a long-term vision. He knew there was something wrong with that batch of goods but kept quiet about it, shouldering the immense pressure all by himself.
Suddenly, George looked at the Fox, his eyes seemingly misty.
"Anyway, thank you. You should meet a good girl," the Fox thought for a moment and could only say this much; anything more would seem too personal.
George was taken aback for a moment before smiling through his tears. "Is that really how it will be...?"
Comment 0 Comment Count