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Chapter 465 - 459, Trapped in New York (First Update)_1

Chapter 465: 459, Trapped in New York (First Update)_1

By this time, the identity of the young professor had already been exposed at the U.S. National Security Agency. Although they hadn’t made it public and even seemed to be completely oblivious, Ren He harbored no illusions about their ignorance; the group was probably silent because their own activities weren’t exactly clean either.

Kidnapping the Chinese ambassador, even in secret, is not a good look diplomatically for anyone involved. Even though Yang En had changed his appearance and assumed a different identity, the problem was he was still an ambassador after all.

If they caught you, they could pretend to not know, but if they didn’t, well, better just give it a rest.

In fact, this is the nature of espionage—no one wants these actions to escalate to the level of politics.

Ren He was also reflecting on everything that had happened before. Although he and Monkey weren’t caught at the concert, his face had been seen, and the other side wasn’t stupid—they could simply compare the facial images from the immigration passports and visas; it would be easy to lock down the suspect. That was the fundamental problem.

Not only would they know Ren He’s identity as the young professor, but they would also find out his identity in China, as all his passport information at the start was real.

He had no idea things would end up like this. If he had known beforehand, he wouldn’t have bothered entering the country with a fake identity. In fact, he wouldn’t have come to the U.S. at all.

He nearly got himself killed here!

However, he wasn’t worried about someone from the U.S. going to China to cause him trouble. As long as he could escape back to China, the matter would be closed. If he ever came back to the U.S., he would probably really need a fake identity, but then again, why bother? Ren He didn’t particularly like it here, nor did he need to look for work or business opportunities.

He thought Luo City was quite nice. If he couldn’t come, then so be it—a simple matter.

They could track down his identity as the young professor through his entry information and even find his student status at Columbia University, which are all recorded in networked information.

What is the Prism project? It’s a huge search engine set up across the entire network. Enter a keyword, and it can bring up related information, including school enrollment and work info. And it’s not just the internet; it includes phone communications and text messages. If it needs to go through a service base station, it would know.

Ren He didn’t know what information Yang En had obtained, but if this were the previous era, around the year 2007, the Prism project would have already been operational, and Snowden would expose everything several years later.

After taking a hot shower, he nestled on the couch pondering this whole affair. The Americans were persecuting Yang Xi once again and had been chasing him all over the streets; was he just supposed to let this go?

Ren He wasn’t one to turn the other cheek. If he didn’t take his revenge, he felt suffocated, utterly betraying the seven days he spent in the sewer!

But how to take revenge? He didn’t even dare to contact Xu Nuo online now. What kind of trouble could he cause on his own? This was their turf after all.

He should probably focus on how to escape this massive cage. The bustling New York meant income and opportunities for others, but for Ren He, it was indeed no different from a prison.

However, he didn’t feel the city was particularly tense. Those movies where the U.S. government can instantly find someone with their facial recognition system through surveillance are typically a bunch of nonsense.

Ren He had seen the level of U.S. road surveillance. Unless it’s at the largest traffic intersections, there’s not much difference in the resolution of the cameras compared to those back home—those that couldn’t even capture clear license plate numbers when someone ran a red light at night.

Actually, most seasoned drivers are well aware that except for those high-definition cameras with flash photography, the rest are pretty much for the birds.

If Ren He hadn’t been trying to draw fire to himself to help the "monkey" escape, passing through numerous high-definition cameras on the run, he would now be able to walk out with no problem at all.

There’s just one problem, his bank accounts in the United States are certainly unusable now, and he only has a few thousand dollars in cash on him. Thankfully, all of his US dollars are with Yang Xi, who definitely won’t cause unnecessary trouble by taking extra actions after failing to capture him.

The key question is how to escape the United States with just a few thousand dollars. Ren He feels the few thousand dollars on him have the stench of the sewer...

After showering and changing into the clean clothes he had stolen on the road, Ren He didn’t discard his guns like protagonists in movies often do. At this moment, the two pistols and two semi-automatic rifles he’d seized provided him with a full sense of security.

At least he still had a chance to fight his way out if necessary.

The original sniper rifle had been discarded when he jumped from the building because carrying that rifle probably wouldn’t have allowed for such a long leap.

To be honest, that sniper rifle was Ren He’s favorite. The moment he held it, Ren He felt like the safest person in the world; this was the confidence that came from the Master of Firearms’ skill.

He once thought that maybe the highest level of gunplay would be like the assassins’ league in his past life, where bullets could bend around corners. But real life is not that magical; the answer is no.

The principle of gun-fighting seems to be like that of a banana kick in soccer, but soccer balls are elastic, while bullets are never deforming solids.

Ren He methodically disassembled one of the semi-automatic rifles and packed it in a bag, while he hid the other one in the small rental. When Liu Erbao and the team had rented this place for three months, everyone thought they would be shooting Knight’s new promo within that period. But then this mess happened.

As for the remaining two pistols, one was on Ren He, and the other was at his side.

Ren He fell into a deep sleep, his dreams returning him to that bloody night, filled with sorrowful echoes that reverberated through the earth, while he stood impassively atop a skyscraper, dispassionately firing shot after shot.

Killing does have lingering effects. Although Ren He was selfish, he was not heartless. Maybe it was because of the mercy emotions forcefully given to him by the Divine Punishment System that caused him to wake up in the morning to find himself in tears.

This was his first time shedding tears since he’d crossed over to this world. Maybe it was because he was finally able to relax for a moment after arriving at this rental that the onset of merciful emotions shook his spirit a bit.

But it wasn’t a feeling of sadness, just a lament that life is too short.

Ren He was very bold. He put on a hoodie and went out early to buy breakfast. When he noticed municipal workers opening the manhole covers on the side of the road, with someone going down not knowing what they were doing, Ren He didn’t give it much thought. As long as they weren’t from the National Security Agency, he had no need to be tense.

What he didn’t know was that these people were installing life detection equipment in an effort to cast a wide net to capture him. Ren He was completely unaware of this, and the National Security Agency didn’t know that Ren He had no intention of going back into the sewers...

So, in the week that followed, the people of the National Security Agency were perplexed... These devices... didn’t seem to be of any use!