Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 283 The Hunter and the Gentleman

In the darkness, as a black luxury car passed through an intersection, a minivan that was supposed to be waiting at a red light suddenly accelerated.

Just as they were about to collide, the black luxury car suddenly accelerated.

The rear wheel kicked up a wisp of smoke, narrowly avoiding a collision.

"brake!"

Inside the driver's cab, Zhai Da looked at the van driver through the rearview mirror with a somewhat cold gaze.

At this speed and with this beat-up vehicle, it's impossible for him to kill himself; he should have switched to a semi-trailer.

The other party did slow down at the last moment, but they didn't seem to have expected Zhai Da's car to be so good.

New energy, acceleration means speed!

In reality, if you do bump into someone, at most you'll hear a loud bang, and the other party might not even have intended to hit you; they might just be trying to create a false alarm.

Further on, a semi-trailer truck came, but it couldn't do anything to him, because he was driving the [Mechanical Core], a vehicle that granted him nine lives…

But it's still terrible.
That's called intimidation.

Even a poorly executed threat is still a threat.

The van driver hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the gas and drove away.

Zhai Da's car remained parked at the intersection until a concerned citizen came to check if the owner had suffered a heart attack.

Zhai Da gripped the steering wheel with one hand and snapped his fingers with his right.

A pure gold cane appeared in his palm, like an old-fashioned magic wand.

With a gentle tap, the white-masked world appeared in my mind, showing a van that had already driven two intersections and seemed to be unsuspecting of being followed, clearly displayed.

With a "whoosh!", the [Mechanical Core] accelerated again and caught up.

At this moment, the van that had driven several hundred meters ahead was unaware that it was being tracked and monitored by an unbreakable force.

Inside the driver's cab, a middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey-like features dialed a phone.

"Fatty, I'm going back."

"Come back? Did you scare that person?"

"I wouldn't say he was scared, but he tried to brush against it, but the car was too good, and he accelerated and dodged it."

The person on the other end of the phone was speechless: "Then you can follow him. Even if he gets out of the car a few times, it's fine. Anyway, the license plates are fake."

"Come on! It's just a 2000 yuan job. I drove around in my van, eating bread, and lay in ambush for two whole days. What more do you want? If I really crashed, I'd have to fix the car, right?"

"What's the point of fixing your beat-up car? Oh well, I've completed the mission. I'll report to them that you gave him a hard time and scared him half to death!"

The driver asked doubtfully, "Will this work?"

I just smelled his exhaust fumes.
On the other end of the phone, the man called Fatty said nonchalantly, "All the miscellaneous stuff adds up to just over ten thousand. What's wrong with doing a little rough work?"

"That makes sense, how about we get a foot massage together tonight?"

"Why are you massaging my feet? I need to go settle my bill. I already paid a 3000 yuan deposit, so I'm losing money."

A villa community in Daoliwai District.

In the three-story mansion, an old-fashioned yet luxurious residence, Gao Cheng leaned back on a mahogany sofa, swirling a wine glass in his hand, his eyes filled with ruthlessness and self-satisfaction.
"I spent over a million dollars to secure this craft beer business, but it was all worth it."

The burly man behind him immediately nodded and said, "Brother Cheng is right."

It seems that people who do bad things all have a desire to speak their minds. Although he only had a simple-minded, big, and rough guy by his side, Gao Cheng still said leisurely, "You can't even imagine how much profit there is in this liquor business."

"Their small Nangang District can generate at least 100 million yuan in sales a year. If they take over Harbin, wouldn't it be 500 million yuan?"

“My dad is about to retire, so as his son, I have to step up and get him some money for his retirement. He’s worked hard all his life, and it’s time for him to enjoy his retirement.”

The burly man said, "Brother Cheng is right."

Gao Cheng rolled his eyes; he didn't even know how to compliment someone.
Feeling an itch on the tip of his nose, Gao Cheng sniffed and said, "Hey, let's get some 'Bin' tomorrow."

The burly man's eyes lit up: "Playing at home?"

"Nonsense, why not go out and make a big fuss? Bring a few girls along too, it's no fun with just a few people."

"Brother Cheng is right. We didn't get enough last time, so I'll get you more this time, but it's a bit pricey."

The higher-up waved his hand: "No problem, go ahead."

It's really expensive; a large die costs over ten thousand yuan, but this method is safe.

Safety is priceless, just like these dirty jobs. The amount of money spent is a small matter, but getting your hands dirty is a big deal.

Those who accomplish great things do not concern themselves with trifles.

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A few hours later, at 2 a.m.

A black Porsche arrived at the entrance of the villa area, slowed down slightly but did not stop, instead continuing to move forward and stopping a kilometer away.

A few minutes later, a figure in a trench coat emerged from the darkness, his cane tapping the ground lightly from time to time, making a soft, tinkling sound.

Tall and upright, with an elegant posture.

At this time of day, outside the bustling city center, the streets were deserted, save for the occasional car whizzing by, its headlights illuminating the outline of a trench coat—a gentleman on a whim, strolling through the night. Zhai Da's attention was mostly focused on his mind, the white model world covering a 500-meter radius. Fortunately, each building in this complex had a metal number plate, so even in the colorless white model world, he could find his target.

The only problem is that the neighborhood is too big; it takes walking along the edges to sweep even a 500-meter area. But he thinks he should have some success tonight.

How can I not be considered a City Hunter?
Wu Yue? They might not be as efficient as me.

Just as he was thinking this, Zhai Da heard someone calling him from the corner.

"Zhai Da?"

Zhai Da turned his head and saw Wu Yue sitting on a stone bench across the street, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

One is standing and one is sitting.

One is under a streetlamp, the other is in the dark.

The two stared at each other across the street for a while. Zhai Da looked at Wu Yue's buttocks, which were sitting steadily on the stone bench, and asked, "Is your boil healed?"

Wu Yue:
At two in the morning, we met on the street, and you asked me this?
Wu Yue: "How did you find this place?"

Zhai Da smiled and said, "Of course I have my own sources of information."

For example, using flawless remote tracking technology, he caught up with the driver who was trying to scare him, and then used his cane to "persuade" the driver to betray his employer.

Perhaps the money was too little, because the two of them agreed almost as quickly as he did.

Of course, taking advantage of the disorienting effect of the "Uncertainty Pocket Watch," he whipped the two men a few times without telling Wu Yue, since they had no idea who did it anyway. They probably thought a stray cat in the alley had knocked them over.

In short, he found the clues purely through his own efforts.

Zhai Da picked up his cane and strode across the street: "How about we exchange some information?"

Wu Yue also stood up, looking somewhat helpless. He didn't want Zhai Da to worry about these things, but since they had all come up, there seemed to be no need to hide them anymore.

The two exchanged their statements. Oh no, I mean, the known information.

Wu Yue wasn't surprised by Zhai Da's actions, but he was very unhappy that someone was threatening Zhai Da with traffic safety.

He still has to deal with those two people!
Zhai Da was much more surprised by the information from Wu Yue's side.

"So you're not trying to get rid of Gao Cheng? You're trying to get rid of his father? Do you think it's that easy?"

Although it wasn't a very high-ranking official position, it would still take more than ten episodes to tell the story in a TV series.

Wu Yue said calmly, "I've gathered some evidence these past few days, but I'm still only 70% sure."

Wu Yue raised a finger, a gesture that caught Zhai Da's eye.

"First, I've identified a tipping point. Gao Cheng went to Southeast Asia last year and got involved with drugs after returning. He often hangs out with people and is currently at the peak of his addiction. This is a breakthrough point, and also an area where there's no room for his family to stir up trouble. But I haven't decided when to trigger it. Taking him down is very easy, but burying the father and son together is difficult."

"Secondly, if the son is so mentally unstable, it's inevitable that the father has problems. I've already found out about several projects, but I still can't pinpoint where the money went, how it was embezzled, who handled it, or where the evidence is, since I don't have access to the accounts."

“According to the rules of the legitimate world, secretly obtaining some information for reporting him would take too long and give him time to save himself. If you’re going to do it, you have to take him down in one go, so I’m still waiting for the right opportunity.”

Zhai Da looked expectantly at Wu Yue's hand, then withdrew it.

"What about three?"

Wu Yue chuckled: "It was intentional, just two."

Zhai Da rolled his eyes, continuing the story from where he left off, and held up three fingers: "Three, since you've found out so much, you should know where Building 18 is, right? Give me directions."

Wu Yue was taken aback, then pointed to a corner of the villa area: "Right there, what are you going to do?"

Zhai Da turned around, his back to Wu Yue: "Let me do a divination to see if I can help you make up the last 30% of your chances of winning."

Wu Yue: "Your abstract appearance reminds me of what you said last time about modifying a car."

"Yeah, it's similar to that time."

They're all cheating; whether you believe it or not depends entirely on your feelings.

The pure gold cane struck the floor tiles with a thud, and invisible ripples spread rapidly within the field of vision that only Zhai Da could see.

Zhai Da had his eyes closed. In fact, he had already glanced at that corner, but his attention was not there.

Ultimately, he only has a "God's perspective," but he is not "God himself." Within such a vast scope, he can only control his "perspective" and manually observe.

The cane tapped repeatedly, maintaining the white model's field of vision for only three seconds. If you look closely, its rhythm seems to be very similar to that of "Ode to Joy".

In the white-masked world, Zhai Da saw "Gao Cheng" sleeping, and a burly subordinate secretly making a phone call in the yard. Other than that, there was nothing unusual.
Slightly disappointed, does this mean we have to return empty-handed?

Just then, as his thoughts were focused on a certain wall, Zhai Da sensed that something was wrong.
This is a bookshelf that runs from floor to ceiling, occupying an entire wall, but in Zhai Da's view, its thickness seems a bit too great.
It's as if something is hidden behind it.

Zhai Da controlled the "viewpoint" to continue moving forward, passing through the bookshelf.
After a moment of silence, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Finally, a few white teeth appeared.

Is Gao Cheng's father really that powerful?

An entire wall, piled high with money.
"What were your chances of success?"

"Seventy percent."

"I'll make up the remaining 93% for you."

(End of this chapter)