Sky-cracking Rider

Chapter 385 Section 381 - Parcel

"Ah... damn it, bastard, to hell with it!"

Even after hanging up the call, the liaison officer Rossi in Habulav was throwing a tantrum out of frustration, being rudely awakened from a deep sleep, anyone would be boiling with rage.

Being called in the dead of night, the report was utterly worthless, containing no information about the "Water Bear" organization.

Aside from waking him up, it served no other purpose; it was plainly taking Feather as Mandate Arrow, not giving a damn about him, Rossi.

"He must be fuming!"

Adrian put down his phone and managed a helpless smile.

Who else but the team leader to deal with this?

If he didn't deal with this lightning rod, who would?

Laughter erupted within the cabin of the mobile base vehicle.

In the middle of the night, it seemed like no one was going to get a good sleep. Why should they wear themselves out and suffer alone? Misery loves company, and the liaison officer wasn't going to get away with it either.

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The mobile base vehicle didn't return to the Snow Velvet Weeping Willow that had been destroyed by artillery fire, nor did they bother Old Tree Boundary Ape Lulu'an to expend magic power and spiritual power to conjure another. Instead, it stood near the 152 bombardment coordinates, waiting for further developments.

It wasn't until after dawn, into the afternoon, that the local police arrived belatedly at the scene of the incident.

With heavy snowfall lasting all day and night and the wind never dropping below force 5, police helicopters and ground-effect aircraft simply couldn't make it over. Even with satellite navigation aids, it took a lot of effort and time for the police ground vehicles to finally locate the place, not without taking many wrong turns, often getting stuck in snow pits, struggling desperately to pull themselves free.

Following the police were more than a hundred downcast suspects, thankfully handcuffed with plastic nylon rather than iron cuffs. If it had been iron, the frigid weather would have peeled their flesh clean off.

Many of the suspects sported black eyes and bruised faces; it appeared they hadn't had an easy time.

Local police treated the assistance request from the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee almost as an imperial edict. Once they got leads from Squad 04, they immediately rounded up all the local snakes, guilty or not, catching first and asking questions later.

They didn't bother to inquire first, beating detainees until they howled for mercy to no avail. Only after beating them into submission did they start to question them; all suspects connected to the poaching gangs were interrogated, sparing none that might be mistakenly killed instead of let go. They were all delivered to Squad 04 without exception, many having suffered a beating in vain, already shadowed by fear. Now, seeing the mobile base vehicle and the members of Squad 04, their legs turned to jelly, clueless about what kind of ordeals awaited them.

To assist with the interrogation, the police sent over a pretty, smiley C-ranked psychic ability user with charming peach blossom eyes and a pleasant voice.

Chen Fei felt that there was no need for special abilities at all; a simple frown or smile from this police officer would turn the suspects into devoted fawning dogs.@@@@

On the second day of the on-site interrogation, the local police brought in another group of suspects, widening the net to include several neighboring cities.

After a swift interrogation, among those brought in were some wanted criminals, petty thieves, gangsters, and mobsters, but no one from the poaching gang or any trace that might link them to the "Water Bear" organization; none of them seemed to be the people Squad 04 was looking for.

As Squad 04 watched the police officer skilfully charm the suspects with her seductive skills on the Siberian tundra amidst ice and snow, they still made no significant progress.

New intel shared by liaison officer Rossi indicated that a team stationed in Africa had encountered some leads, clashing fiercely with a force suspected to belong to the "Water Bear" organization. A half-day battle destroyed a local town, leaving not a single intact building within ten miles; the entire area was flattened, full of craters and signs of destruction. The affected innocent locals suffered heavy casualties, with misery spread far and wide.

After closing up shop, his family gathered around the massive, heavy box to start unwrapping the outer packaging.

Inside the box were neatly stacked wooden crates of varying sizes, perfectly arranged without a single unnecessary gap of space.

Upon peeling back the soft cotton paper that wrapped the contents inside the boxes, large transparent crystals revealed themselves under the light, sparkling brilliantly.

"Dad, are these, these gemstones?"

Pu Meihui, whose health had greatly improved and who had been successfully discharged from the hospital, stared in astonishment at the wooden box in her hands.

"Little Hui, let Dad show you a little surprise!"

Pu Aihua turned off the lights in the room.

The moment the lights went out, the crystals in the box immediately emitted a faint white glow, like a low-wattage light bulb. Although not very bright, it was sufficient to illuminate the surprised and joyful faces of the family.

"Husband, does it really light up?"

Pu Aihua's wife was greatly surprised; she had not expected that the crystal inside the wooden box would be luminescent.

"These are the Fluorescent Crystals that Little Chen asked me to help sell. Hehehe, we're going to make a fortune."

Once called a cunning businessman by his colleagues, Pu Aihua still had several tricks up his sleeve. Turning on the lights again, he rubbed his hands together in excitement.

Naturally luminescent Fluorescent Crystals, if marketed correctly, stood to earn a considerable sum. He estimated that his share of the profits from this large crate could match ten years of earnings from his diner.

"Dad, are we going to be rich?"

Pu Meihui shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, but this is just the beginning. Thanks to Little Chen, he gave me forty percent of the profits. I must sell it at a high price, no, a sky-high price, to let him earn more too."

Being all too familiar with poverty, they naturally sympathized with each other. Pu Aihua clenched his fists, ready to unleash his full businessman cunning to make a big score.

In his eyes, the world was just full of people easy to fool with too much money.

Pu Aihua's wife also raised her fists eagerly and said with force, "Husband, work hard!"

She had great faith in her husband's ability to buy and sell for profit. The reason their household had made it this far was largely due to Old Piao wracking his brains and striving to the utmost. Now that the hard times were coming to an end, there was finally hope on the horizon.

"You can do it!"

Pu Meihui was the loudest cheerleader.

Like father, like daughter.

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