I am a Big Player
Chapter 477: Escape from America_1

Chapter 477: Escape from America_1

After getting over his addiction to gambling, Ren He’s life on the cruise ship returned to the normalcy of a waiter’s routine. He and Steve now both clearly knew who the FBI agent was, and that very agent was still in the dark, having already reported to his superiors that the Oasis of the Seas had been thoroughly checked and no suspicious targets were found.

Simon sat in the FBI office, receiving information from various sources. His fingers idly tapped on the solid wood desktop, always feeling like things had slipped out of his control.

Could the other party still be in New York? That makes no sense. Are they really that mentally tough? Simon felt that if he were in the other person’s shoes, he probably wouldn’t sleep at all and would become neurotic within days, then succumb to nervous exhaustion.

In fact, the tension of confronting real thugs who could easily wreak havoc in New York also made Simon nervous. Yet, for him, it was more about the excitement!

When Simon chose his university after graduating from high school, he felt he was simply born for criminals. He liked to be a black cat patrolling New York’s nights, while the criminals were rats in the gutters.

The rats of the past were mostly tame, and even if one or two resisted desperately, they only managed some retaliation during their frantic escapes. But now... Suddenly, a rat daring to kill the cat appeared; others might find it horrifying, but Simon found it incredibly interesting.

His pathologically pale face appeared especially brooding in his office. All the insiders supposed to be cleaned up had been done so, and Yang En’s people had been confirmed to have returned home. So, who could be helping this violent criminal?

Simon was certain, without help, there’s no way the other party could have left New York! Otherwise, they wouldn’t have stayed in the sewer for seven days!

Sometimes Simon thought the NSA people were really stupid. The best chance to catch the other party was when they were still under the manhole cover. With enough manpower invested, the sewer would have become the grave that the other party dug for themselves.

But those fools actually let such a terrifying enemy go because they were worried about public opinion. Simon didn’t mind pushing all the blame onto the NSA.

Simon always believed that the seeds sown today would bring forth the harvest that had to be endured tomorrow. He calmly thought this as he opened the curtains... but that should be the CIA’s concern now.

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In Luo City, Mrs. Ren took out her keys and opened the door to her home, glancing at the spotlessly clean living room. Truth be told, they used to be busy, and Ren He never liked housework, so the house had never been this clean before.

But the thought of one less person in the house always left her feeling hollow inside.

People always say no one can replace another, yet Yang Xi’s presence seemed to have patched the hole in Mrs. Ren’s heart. Though she still felt empty inside, it wasn’t getting emptier at least.

Mrs. Ren had been reflecting on herself lately, realizing she hadn’t paid enough attention to Ren He, allowing him to get involved in so many things.

These things had actually been happening right under her nose. Only recently had she learned that her son’s works weren’t limited to "Kunlun." Even "The Kite Runner," which she loved, was written by her son...

And now, the globally popular and wildly profitable "Harry Potter" was also written by her son...

Speaking of these works, one had to mention Qinghe Fund. All these things were once unspoken by her son. To Mrs. Ren, Yang Xi was like a storyteller, and now that her son was gone, she felt it was quite nice to hear legendary stories about him from someone else.

She listened to Yang Xi explain how she had chased after Ren He all the way to Mount Everest and how Ren He had achieved the title of the first person to summit Mount Everest without oxygen, giving his oxygen cylinders to others.

Never caring about extreme sports before, Mrs. Ren started watching Knight’s videos over and over, biting her teeth with resentment next to Yang Xi, vowing that if Ren He ever came back, she would break his legs.

But after saying it, she would fall into a long silence... How wonderful it would be if he really could come back.

Mrs. Ren finally realized that her son’s legendary story was indeed very legendary. Compared to her own founding of the Luohe Group from scratch, it seemed to amount to nothing. That was true courage.

No one else had the courage to challenge their own life like Ren He did. Each harrowing brush with death felt like an outcry against life itself.

What on earth are we living for in this life? Money? Fame? At this moment, Mrs. Ren felt that her son actually had a better understanding of life than she did.

But if Ren He really did come back, Mrs. Ren guessed she would probably pick up a broom and beat the boy first thing, and a beating would be let-off!

At this moment, Ren He at the port in Jamaica suddenly shivered, feeling as though something bad was about to happen to him. He thought it over carefully; he had already escaped from America, so what danger could there still be?

He pulled Steve aside with suspicion, "Tell me honestly, the CIA wouldn’t really bomb me with drones, would they?"

Steve laughed heartily, "Ha ha, you actually believed that. But remember not to reveal your whereabouts before you get back to China, or else drones might not be sent, but a bunch of elites still might be..."

Steve stopped mid-sentence, suddenly pondering a question: if the CIA were really after Ren He, how many elite agents would it take to handle this young man?

All those in the know understood one thing very clearly: this young man was far more formidable than anyone could have imagined.

It was precisely because of Ren He’s formidable nature that the American side was so relentless in their pursuit of him, even more so than when Lin Hao and the others fled American territory, which didn’t cause the National Security Agency and the Federal Bureau of Investigation to pay this much attention.

Probably because of Ren He’s existence, many big shots were now losing sleep at night.

In the past, everyone believed that a hero, no matter how strong, couldn’t possibly face the state apparatus on their own. Movies were always just movies.

But after the New York thug incident, it seemed that many things had been turned upside down.

Ren He stood on the deck, looking at the land not far off. The cruise ship was about to dock, and Ren He’s safety was already secured. Steve hesitated before saying, "Isn’t it time to transfer the money to me? The U.S. government will only surveil your account situation in such cases, but they won’t freeze it, so if you transfer it to my personal account, I can find a way to withdraw it myself."

Ren He glanced at him, "This guy really isn’t simple... to dare to ask for money from a bank account under FBI surveillance, and confident that he would ultimately get his hands on it." That was not something just anyone could do. Ren He said with a smile, "I’ll give it to you when I return to China." He was still somewhat worried that Steve would recklessly report him after getting the money.

Steve became frustrated, "What about the trust between us? I’ve already fulfilled my promise!"

Ren He laughed, "Since we’re talking about trust, why won’t you believe that I’ll transfer the money to you the moment I arrive back in China? Don’t worry, with your means, you certainly know my real identity in China by now. That should make it clear to you that I am not short on money at all."

After a long silence, Steve chuckled, "Take care, and welcome to come back to America next time."

"Come back to America?" Ren He rolled his eyes as he jumped off the cruise ship, "To bring you money? If you have the time, come to China, and I’ll treat you well."

Steve watched that departing figure. When he heard the words "treat you well", he couldn’t help but shiver...

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I just got off work and got home. I might only have one update today; I’m too tired, and I’ll make it up after getting married... I hope my track record with previous updates makes you believe in me...