After the divorce, I started to transfer

Chapter 1711 Foreign Rescue
The plane soared into the sky, piercing through thick clouds, and flew towards that unknown island to the south.

Inside the luxurious business jet cabin, the atmosphere was somewhat somber, a stark contrast to the comfortable environment.

Chen Dongpeng was resting with his eyes closed, but his furrowed brows betrayed his inner anxiety. Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui, on the other hand, sat like two statues in a corner, chatting quietly in their local dialect, their expressions natural, their eyes cold, seemingly calm about this overseas rescue mission.

On the other hand, after explaining to Qin Zhen, Qin Zhen did not ask for any more details, but chose the most tacit trust.

“Since you have this ability, our chances of success in this operation have greatly increased. However, Ah Feng, ability is one thing, but we still need to be fully prepared. The Philippines is a chaotic place with all sorts of people, and anything can happen.”

“I understand.” Chen Feng nodded. “That’s why I brought you along this time. After all, you’re a king of soldiers who can take on a thousand men single-handedly.”

Qin Zhen was taken aback at first, then laughed and scolded, "Get lost! If I were that capable, would I still only be a lowly deputy section chief?"

Chen Feng laughed and said, "Anyway, you've received professional training, haven't you?"

Qin Zhen chuckled but did not answer.

During the rest of the voyage, the group stopped chatting and instead called Chen Dongpeng over to begin formulating a preliminary action plan, centered around the Eye City of Green Three in the Philippines.

“Based on my intuition, Mr. Rong is most likely being held in the city or near the port. The other party chose this location to take advantage of the darkness in one's own backyard, which also makes it easier for them to observe the outside world at any time, and even to quickly transfer him if necessary.” Chen Feng drew a map on his tablet computer, centered on the port and radiating outwards for several kilometers.

Qin Zhen took the tablet and carefully studied the streets, buildings, and terrain on the map, his brow furrowed: "This area is the most chaotic part of Sanbaoyan. Slums, markets, warehouse districts, and red-light districts are all intertwined. The population density is extremely high, the buildings are chaotic, and there are almost no surveillance cameras. Trying to find someone here is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Chen Dongpeng added, "Mr. Qin is right. This area is the territory of the Abuye organization. They are deeply rooted here and have informants everywhere. If we outsiders go in, we will be watched by their people within ten minutes. Acting rashly will only alert them and may even anger them, which would be detrimental to Brother Rong."

“Therefore, we can’t conduct a high-profile investigation like the police.” Chen Feng’s gaze was calm and composed. “We need a plausible identity, an identity that allows us to move freely in that area without arousing suspicion.”

"What is your identity?" Qin Zhen and Chen Dongpeng looked at him at the same time.

Chen Feng's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "Merchants. Merchants who come to Sanbao to buy seafood or tropical fruits."

……

After a flight of more than four hours, the plane landed smoothly at the International Airport in the Green Triangle, Philippines.

It's quite normal that Zhao Jinfu, having spent a great deal of favors, funded his way here, and had enough connections to charter a plane and fly directly here.

As soon as I stepped out of the cabin, a wave of humid air, mixed with the salty smell of the sea and the scent of tropical plants, hit me.

Zhao Jinfu's network of connections was indeed powerful; someone from the airport was already waiting on the tarmac. As soon as they got off the plane, the group was picked up directly by a black van and left the airport without any hindrance.

As the car drove along the highway leading to the city, the scenery outside the window was strikingly different from the bustling metropolises back home. Dilapidated buildings, crowded streets, graffiti everywhere, and passersby with wary and indifferent eyes all testified to the chaos and division of the Philippines.

Chen Dongpeng had already made arrangements with his local contacts. The car didn't enter the city; instead, it drove directly to an inconspicuous auto repair shop in the suburbs.

Inside the repair shop, a dark-skinned, lean Filipino man in green had been waiting for some time. Upon seeing Chen Dongpeng, he immediately flashed a warm smile and said in fluent English, "Chen, my friend, you've finally arrived."

"Basong, let me introduce you. This is my boss, Mr. Chen." Chen Dongpeng gave a brief introduction to both parties.

Basong's gaze swept over Chen Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected that the "boss" Chen Dongpeng treated with such respect was so young. But being a seasoned veteran, he didn't ask any further questions, simply nodding even more respectfully to Chen Feng.

“Mr. Chen, the vehicles and equipment you need are all ready.” Basong pointed to a Toyota pickup truck that looked a bit old and a Honda sedan that were parked in the repair shop. “These two vehicles are the most common models, very inconspicuous, and they have both had their license plates changed. Their origin is absolutely clean.”

He then pointed to several black travel bags next to him: "These contain what you need: local clothing and a few satellite phones."

Chen Dongpeng stepped forward, opened one of the bags, and checked it. Inside were some essential items that they would need next. He nodded in satisfaction.

“Very good.” Chen Feng looked at Chen Dongpeng. “Let’s change our clothes and set off immediately.”

"So soon?" Chen Dongpeng and Basong were both somewhat surprised.

"Delay will only lead to unforeseen changes." Chen Feng's tone left no room for argument.

Half an hour later, the group changed into the local floral shirts and jeans they were familiar with, and drove the two unremarkable old cars.

Along the way, they witnessed what true chaos looked like. The Filipinos lived up to their name; military and police checkpoints armed with long guns were everywhere, but they weren't demanding identification; they were asking for tolls. In the villages along the route, almost every house had iron bars on its windows, as if preparing for any possible sudden incident.

This environment kept Qin Zhen and his two bodyguards on edge. Only Chen Feng remained calm and composed, his eyes closed, seemingly sensing something.

Because he hadn't anticipated the danger, he wasn't very nervous and appeared more relaxed than the others traveling with him.

The port city of Sanbao was even more chaotic and dilapidated than they had imagined. The air was thick with the stench of fish, cheap diesel fuel, and garbage. On the streets, three-wheeled motorcycles zipped around, and ragged children rummaged through piles of trash, their eyes warily scanning their out-of-town car.

As planned, they didn't stay in a hotel, but instead, with Bassong's prior arrangement, checked into a small inn near the port. The innkeeper, clearly paid for the stay, ignored their identities and purpose, and simply gave them a few keys.

After settling in, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. After such a long flight, involving both plane and car travel, everyone was somewhat tired. Since Zhao Xingrong was still alive and they had already arrived, there was no need to rush.

The next morning, Chen Feng gathered everyone in his room.

"The situation here is more complicated than we expected." Qin Zhen looked out the window, his brows furrowed. "This isn't our country. In places like this, all sorts of people mingle, and we must be extremely careful."

Chen Dongpeng quickly added, "Yes, we're here to find and rescue people, not to fight. Everything is for the sake of saving lives. So, we must keep a low profile and remain discreet."

Chen Feng didn't speak, he just closed his eyes. Yesterday, when the car entered the city, especially the area near the port, the faint connection he had with Zhao Xingrong suddenly became much clearer.

The direction is definitely right; the person is nearby.

Now he sensed it again, and that intuition was very clear.

Chen Feng immediately opened a map on his tablet, pointed to a large area near the port, and said decisively, "The person is here. The area can be narrowed down to a radius of five kilometers."

Qin Zhen and Chen Dongpeng exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

They'd only been at Sanbao Eye for a short time. Chen Feng was clearly a first-timer here and completely unfamiliar with the area, yet he'd been able to pinpoint the hiding place so quickly—it was practically a miracle. Even though both of them now knew Chen Feng possessed "telepathic abilities," they still found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure?" Chen Dongpeng couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sure." Chen Feng's senses were clear, so he was confident. He looked at Chen Dongpeng and said, "Brother Chen, we need your connections and experience here now. What should we do next? How can we search this area safely and smoothly? And how can we successfully rescue Boss Zhao after we lock onto the location? It all depends on your connections here and your specific arrangements."

Chen Dongpeng pondered for a moment, then pointed to the map and analyzed, "This area is the most chaotic place in Sanbaoyan, a mix of slums, warehouse districts, and red-light districts. The Abuye organization is deeply rooted here, with a dense network of informants. If we outsiders openly go in, we'll be sitting ducks. So, we might need what you mentioned before: posing as businessmen and operating in this area. Once you pinpoint Rong Ge's exact location, we'll need the support of the local forces here. Otherwise, with just a few of us, even if we find Rong Ge, we won't be able to take him away smoothly. The other side has a large number of people; they can easily recruit dozens."

"What do you mean?" Chen Feng asked.

"Use their strength against them." A glint of shrewdness flashed in Chen Dongpeng's eyes. "We need the help of the locals. One is the police, and the other is the local gangsters."

Chen Feng instantly understood Chen Feng's intention and nodded, saying, "The local police have received instructions from their superiors and should be able to cooperate with us. It's just that we'll need your connections with the local bullies."

“That’s right.” Chen Dongpeng nodded and said, “We’ve already done our work with the local police, and they will cooperate with our operation. You and Mr. Qin can contact them about that. I also have friends and connections with the local bigwigs here. I’ll contact them with Basong later.”

"That's a good idea," Chen Feng nodded in agreement, then asked, "What about the local bully? Who should we contact?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Dongpeng pointed to another area on the map and said, "Besides Abuye, there's another big gang at Sanbaoyan Port called 'Red Scorpion.' Red Scorpion and Abuye are mortal enemies, and they've fought many times over the smuggling business at the dock. If we can persuade the leader of Red Scorpion to help us create some chaos and tie down Abuye's main force, then our operation will be much more successful."

"Is the leader of 'Red Scorpion' easy to persuade?" Chen Feng asked.

“Difficult.” Chen Dongpeng shook his head. “Their leader is called Mendoza. He’s notoriously ruthless and won’t act until he gets something out of us. Getting his help will probably come at a considerable price. But we have to get his support, otherwise, with just a few of us, it will be very difficult to rescue Brother Rong. Even if we do rescue him, it will be very difficult to move him away smoothly.”

“Problems that can be solved with money aren’t problems,” Chen Feng said calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Brother Chen, you’re in charge of contacting Mendoza and telling him there’s a big business deal to discuss with him. Ah Zhen, you come with me to the local police station.”

Once the plan was finalized, the troops split into two groups.

An hour later, Chen Feng appeared at the entrance of the Sanbao Eye City Police Station.

Soon, they met the local police chief, De La Cruz, in his office. He was a burly man with a large belly.

This was a very kind and approachable middle-aged man. In any case, when he spoke to Chen Feng, his attitude was very good, and his words were very pleasant. He could also speak a few words of somewhat broken Mandarin. The two chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After Chen Feng gave him a box of local specialties he brought from China, the other party became even more friendly and personally brewed him a cup of local black tea as a keepsake, and also spent a few minutes introducing him to the history of this black tea.

This black tea does indeed have a long history, dating back to the 19th century.

This made Chen Feng inwardly complain. After all, their country's tea culture has been around for thousands of years, while theirs has only been around for a little over a hundred years, and it was brought and promoted by colonists. Yet this guy was talking big, acting like he thought his country was amazing.

Ironically, even on the other side's turf, Chen Feng had to reluctantly agree with a few words.

After finally finishing their discussion about tea culture, Chen Feng took the opportunity to request support and cooperation from their police station. Cruz didn't hesitate and agreed without any pretense. This made Chen Feng feel much better.

However, Cruz naturally offered his support.

He already had orders from his superiors to cooperate with this operation, and now that Chen Feng was handsome and had even sent him a box of local specialties, he felt Chen Feng's sincerity and had no reason not to cooperate.

If Chen Feng hadn't said he was busy with other things, Cruz would have wanted to invite him to lunch.

Finally, when Chen Feng was about to leave, he personally escorted the two of them to the entrance of the police station, bidding them a reluctant farewell.

Meanwhile, Chen Dongpeng also successfully contacted the boss of "Red Scorpion," Damascus.

The meeting place was in a VIP room of a smoky bar.

Mendoza was a short man with fierce eyes and a huge red scorpion tattooed on his arm.

"I heard there's a big boss who wants to do business with me? Is that you?" Mendoza crossed his legs, puffed on a cigar, and looked Chen Dongpeng up and down with disdain.

“It’s not me, it’s my boss,” Chen Dongpeng said neither humbly nor arrogantly. “My boss wants to ask you for a favor. If it’s done, this is the amount.”

He held up five fingers.

"Five hundred thousand pesos?" Mendoza scoffed. "Is that how you treat a beggar?"

“No.” Chen Dongpeng shook his head and said slowly, “It’s five hundred thousand… US dollars.”

Mendoza's smile froze on his face. He sat bolt upright, staring intently at Chen Dongpeng: "What do you want me to do?"

“It’s very simple,” Chen Dongpeng said. “At noon, our boss needs your men to make a big commotion in Abuye’s territory, the bigger the better. Keep them occupied for as long as you can.”

"A full-scale war with Abuye?" Mendoza's eyes instantly turned uncertain, flashing with a dangerous light. "Five hundred thousand US dollars, you think you can buy the lives of my entire gang? Your plan is far too shrewd."

"This is just a deposit for you." Chen Dongpeng emphasized, throwing out a bait that the other party couldn't refuse. "After it's done, there will be another 500,000... US dollars."

These words struck Mendoza like a bombshell.

Don't be fooled by their seemingly thriving shady businesses and substantial annual income; their expenses are also enormous. They have so many underlings to support, and if any of them are injured, killed, or imprisoned, the costs will only increase.

He worked tirelessly all year round, and even as the boss, he didn't earn half a million dollars. Now, by helping out, he could earn a million dollars. It was like a windfall for him; if he didn't take it, he would be cursed by the heavens.

He knew that since the other party dared to offer such an exorbitant price and conditions, they must possess considerable power and connections. After all, the middleman who relayed the message to him was quite reliable. This was a golden opportunity.

“Alright. I’ll take this deal!” Mendoza no longer hesitated, slamming his cigar into the ashtray, his eyes gleaming with greed and madness. “Tell your boss to rest assured, at noon, I’ll let those bastards in Abuye know how powerful the Red Scorpions are, and make them regret ever being born.”

Everything is ready, and we're just waiting for the right time to officially begin the operation.

This chapter has been banned several times, and the application to unban it has been successful several times. There might be a next time. Can any reader spot the problem or risk?