I am a Big Player
Chapter 568 - 562, Pursuit of Life and Death (First Update)_1

Chapter 568: 562, Pursuit of Life and Death (First Update)_1

The level of the participants in this drama competition was quite even, but the team led by Chen Da suddenly emerged as a dark horse, and a significant part of that success has to be credited to Ren He.

So it was only right that he received the Best Actor award, and this prize wasn’t just for show either—some actors have even entered the international spotlight through such drama competitions. Chen Da wouldn’t be surprised if Ren He were invited to walk the red carpet at the Amsterdam Film Festival next year. This was the respect Ren He earned through his own strength.

However, at this moment, Ren He had already vanished without a trace, and no one knew where he had gone with his cello. Even Chen Da had no idea.

"Is Ren He here?" the award presenter asked unexpectedly. Everyone had just finished competing; logically, they should all be present.

It wouldn’t make sense to talk about abandoning the award. The prize was so important—it could be considered one of the most significant honors of the competition.

There was Best Drama, Best Screenplay, and Best Actor—securing any one of these awards was like crossing a golden threshold. How could anyone possibly give it up?

But someone indeed had given it up. Chen Da immediately contacted the organizing committee to come up with an excuse for Ren He, intending to take the lead.

The committee didn’t revoke Ren He’s award because he was absent; in the end, Chen Da accepted it on his behalf, effectively cutting off any thoughts from certain big shots in the audience of poaching him.

In truth, Chen Da was well aware that the big boss didn’t show up to collect the trophy, but it was clear that the individual in question didn’t particularly need it...

He had long surpassed the need to fight tooth and nail for a ranking or an accolade.

Ren He actually really wanted to accept the award; after all, it was an achievement earned through his experience of living a dramatic life. His love for the arts wasn’t much less than his passion for extreme sports. Receiving the Best Actor award felt as exhilarating as being the number one in the field of extreme sports.

But he couldn’t accept the award now. With a formidable enemy at hand, what Ren He needed most was to choose the battlefield.

He never imagined that he would be able to shake off more than a dozen of his opponents here, and sheer evasion might force them to take desperate measures. So, the decisive battle was to take place tonight.

After tonight, he would engage the power of capital, but today’s business must be settled today.

The map of Amsterdam was etched in Ren He’s mind; he had already considered his chosen battlefield.

It was initially the CIA in the dark and him in the open, they would attack, and he would defend. But as soon as he left through the main entrance and out of the CIA’s sight, their roles had switched.

In Amsterdam, there weren’t many tall buildings.

Most of them maintained the style of medieval European architecture, with the few modern skyscrapers standing out prominently. On an ordinary day, the whole of Amsterdam was infused with an artistic aura, with ancient windmill towers visible at street corners, resembling works of art.

Without taking a strategic high point, the sniper rifle in hand would be meaningless. Without the high ground, there would be a lack of suppressive ability and space for evading danger.

In this battle, Ren He had already taken out four CIA team members, but the enemy still had a double-digit number of combatants. If he were to use a pistol now, it would certainly spell his own death—he was human, not a deity.

Thus, taking the high ground was tonight’s most crucial theme.

On the streets of Amsterdam at 10 o’clock at night, a young man with a cello on his back suddenly sprinted past, his vigor like the bloom of youth. Passersby who saw him would just smile, reminiscing about their own youthful days.

Many people only realize when their youth has faded that the most precious thing in life is the courage to explore the world when young, and the indomitable spirit that refuses to be defeated.

The essence of humanity lies in its vitality, energy, and spirit.

If one lives a muddled, mediocre life, how can they claim to be a higher life form?

Ren He ran towards the financial district of Amsterdam, where he would find the high ground he needed.

Mark Pen was trailing closely behind him, with a distance of only about five hundred meters, while others were driving towards this location.

The CIA operational team member responsible for intelligence was urgently retrieving all the surveillance videos nearby. His screen resembled a security monitoring room, filled densely with traffic cameras from Dutch roads.

"Target is moving rapidly eastward. The team leader is approximately 530 meters away," the intelligence officer reported over the earpiece.

Mark Pen adjusted his pace and started to speed up. A 500-meter distance was potentially catchable if he pushed himself, especially given the target was carrying a sniper rifle.

He couldn’t take a car either because if Ren He unexpectedly turned into an alley that the car couldn’t enter, they might completely lose the target.

"The target is likely heading to the financial center to seize the high ground. Keep a close watch on all surveillance in that direction and constantly update me on the distance between me and the target," Mark Pen said, gasping for air. Right now, he was focused solely on catching up with Ren He without letting them get further apart.

That way, even if Ren He made it to the financial center, without creating more distance, the high ground would lose its significance.

"Your distance..." the intelligence officer glanced at the map for the distance, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your distance has increased!"

What? Mark Pen was momentarily stunned. He was traveling light while the other was burdened with a sniper rifle, yet the gap had widened? How was that possible?

"The target is moving extremely fast, not slowing down even when encountering obstacles. The gap is widening!" the intelligence officer analyzed.

Suddenly, Mark Pen felt a sense of helplessness. Usually, it was normal for an opponent to have strengths, but there would also be weaknesses. Yet this young man—how could he seem so all-around capable?!

"Don’t let him out of sight," said Mark Pen, and then he slightly reduced his speed. Since catching up was no longer an option, there was no point exhausting himself. The upcoming battle would be even more intense than the current chase.

"The target is now crossing the Canal Bridge. There’s no surveillance there. I will continue to report after the subject has crossed the Canal Bridge," said the intelligence officer, who then began pulling up surveillance from the other side of the Canal Bridge.

The Canal Bridge is a cable-stayed bridge, spanning 1.4 kilometers across the canal banks. Usually, it’s also a very picturesque part of the canal scenery.

As Mark Pen neared the bridge entrance, he met up with his teammates who had driven over, and they continued the pursuit together by car.

"Has the target crossed the bridge yet?" Mark Pen asked intently, frowning. The intelligence officer beside him frowned, "Not yet, but something doesn’t seem right. Based on the previous average speed of the target, he should have just passed the next surveillance point by now! But there’s no sign of him—could it be that the target is experiencing physical strain, thus slowing down?"