Chapter 373: He Has Taken the Bait
Chapter 373: He Has Taken the Bait
After soothing the restless Ye Yuqing, Fang Cheng observed the sunglasses man finally spring into action.
Another modified vehicle glided silently through the night, parking beside the sunglasses man’s car.
The sunglasses man passed a tablet to the newcomer. After a short conversation, he drove off.
Their discussion revealed this was a shift change—the new arrival would monitor Miyamoto Ko overnight while the sunglasses man covered daytime duties.
Fang Cheng sent several Blood Eagles out the window, vanishing into the darkness, then started his engine to trail the sunglasses man’s car from afar.
Thanks to increased proficiency, Blood Beast Nest’s operational range now stretched seven kilometers.
Tracking the sunglasses man didn’t compromise Miyamoto Ko’s safety—the Blood Eagles could handle any threats.
After winding through multiple districts, the sunglasses man entered an underground parking lot beneath a high-rise building.
Denied entry by the identity-check system, Fang Cheng parked outside.
Through mosquito drones, he observed rows of identical modified vehicles filling the secured lot.
The sunglasses man scanned his ID at an elevator, descending to the lowest underground level.
Doors opened to reveal a sprawling underground space packed with armored vehicles and drones. Military-uniformed personnel bustled between stations.
Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed—he recognized these uniforms from recent encounters. SOT troops.
This covert government unit, fresh from crushing modified human rebels in the suburbs, had secretly built a city fortress beneath their feet.
Why would SOT surveil Miyamoto Ko?
The mystery deepened as Fang Cheng watched.
The sunglasses man exchanged casual greetings while moving deeper into the base, his manner growing formal.
Approaching an office, he removed his sunglasses, smoothed his clothes, and knocked.
Inside worked a buzz-cut middle-aged man.
“Section Chief Nakajima!”
The sunglasses man snapped a crisp salute.
Nakajima Tomoya kept writing. “At ease, Aobayashi. We’re intelligence operatives, not parade soldiers. Sit.”
Aobayashi Yōsuke perched gingerly on the chair’s edge. His superior’s casual order didn’t erase military discipline.
Thirty tense minutes passed before Nakajima looked up. “Report on Subject 59.”
Aobayashi stiffened. “Full seven-day surveillance completed. No suspicious contacts observed.”
“None?”
Nakajima’s brow furrowed. “Could they have spotted the trap…”
Aobayashi Yōsuke dared not respond, maintaining tense silence.
The office fell into abrupt stillness.
On the surface far above, Fang Cheng observed the conversation through mosquito drones.
“Drop dead!!”
Ye Yuqing’s sudden scream startled Fang Cheng.
He turned to see her red-faced and tearful, phone raised high for smashing.
Fang Cheng intercepted her arm. “That’s my phone! What’re you doing?!”
Deprived of the device, Ye Yuqing shouted, “What garbage teammates did you find? They kept sabotaging me through ten losses! Our last match was nearly won when they drove us straight into enemy spawn!”
She’d originally intended to test this ‘Super Cool and Cute God’.
The player seemed to notice the account swap, vowing to carry her.
Then proceeded to demolish her patience.
Fang Cheng sighed, astonished by the support’s destructive power.
Wait – was she using his account?!
He snatched the phone, nearly choking. His hard-earned rank had plummeted to bronze-tier levels.
“Enough. Focus on real matters.”
Fang Cheng silently spammed middle finger emojis before quitting.
He could picture the troll’s glee – sacrificing victory just to tank his ranking.
As Ye Yuqing fumed nearby, Fang Cheng’s expression suddenly darkened.
Miyamoto Ko was under attack!
Through Blood Eagle surveillance, masked armed personnel stormed the man’s home.
Outside the complex, the intelligence department agent relieving Aobayashi Yōsuke lay dead in his car.
Muffled gunfire echoed through the night.
Deep in SOT’s underground base, Nakajima Tomoya’s impending words died as the desk phone rang.
His face tightened during the call.
“The enemy bit the bait but exposed our agents. Firefight erupted. They’ve secured 59.”
Hanging up, Nakajima snatched his jacket.
Aobayashi Yōsuke stood bewildered – disaster struck moments after his shift ended.
“Come, Aobayashi. Tonight decides this rat hunt.”
The chief marched out, subordinate scrambling behind.
Surface-side, Fang Cheng abandoned their car. Donning Blood Combat Suits, he and Ye Yuqing ascended skyward.
He’d nearly dispatched Blood Eagles against Miyamoto’s invaders until their words gave pause.
“Mr. Miyamoto, you’re in danger. Evacuate with us now!”
“Identify yourselves! Stay back!”
Though resisting fiercely, Miyamoto’s captors handled him with peculiar care.
Fang Cheng withheld attack, tracking the group’s movements.
Nakajima’s surface emergence offered potential interrogation targets.
Chaos reigned – SOT’s involvement and mysterious militants clouded motives.
More players meant clearer truths, but Fang Cheng needed aid.
Mid-flight, he dialed Kanzaki Rin.
“What?”
Her curt response preceded Fang Cheng’s briefing.
Uncharacteristic silence followed. “Can’t help. Swamped.”
Surprised but undeterred, Fang Cheng ended the call. “I’ll manage.”
Kanzaki Rin stared at her darkened screen before powering off.
Standing near massive machinery in underwear, she addressed Takeda Masumi and Nangong Saye:
“He’s hooked. Discovery nears. We begin now.”