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Chapter 168: Entering the Factory (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Entering the Factory (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

"You have arrived at your destination. The total fare is 35.05 federal coins and has been deducted from your linked credit card. A detailed receipt has been sent to your account, please check it."

"Please take your belongings when getting off the car. Traffic accidents frequently occur in this area; please ensure your safety."

"Thank you for riding with Rapid Transit’s unmanned taxi. We look forward to meeting you again."

With the gentle mechanical female voice, He Ao pushed open the car door.

In Dawn City law, minors are not allowed to have credit cards.

Therefore, the credit card linked to Joey’s taxi company account was a subcard of his father’s. Theoretically, the credit card should be declared and cancelled upon the person’s death, but as long as repayments are made on time and one does not initiate cancellation, the bank and the credit card company wouldn’t bother.

He Ao stood beside the chilly street, the night wind rifling through the hair on his forehead.

The gate lit by the front lights appeared somewhat lonely, and the security guard was dozing off in the guard booth, resting his head on his hands.

He Ao took out a card from his pocket, clenched it in his hand, and walked towards the gate.

——

Car doors opened one after another, and individuals clad in black, fully equipped, moved past the congested vehicles, encircling the yellow taxi.

"Get out! Hurry up!"

One of the men in black approached the taxi, violently pounding on the door, "Come out now, roll out of there, hurry!"

Amidst this violent pounding, a slight ’click—’ came from within the car; it was the sound of the car door being unlocked.

The men in black surrounding the taxi swiftly retreated, inserting their hands inside their jackets, making gestures of drawing guns, cautiously watching the door that was slowly opening.

A young man wearing a brand new cap and a jacket stepped out of the car, raising his hands with a hint of fear, looking at the people around him in confusion, "Who are you? What are you doing?"

Everyone was taken aback.

This young man was not the one they were seeking.

Gana turned in surprise, looking at the man in a gray suit next to him, "Boss, I don’t know, I swear I saw him get into this taxi."

"What are you guys doing?"

The young man surrounded by the crowd took a glance at the menacing people around him, "Are you cops? Don’t mess around, it’s illegal to grab people on the street like this!"

The man in the gray suit turned around, patted Gana on the shoulder, "Idiot, you’ve been played."

Gana froze on the spot, the hair on his back standing on end as the fear crept up his spine.

He knew all too well the methods his boss used to deal with people who made mistakes.

He blankly watched the young man with the cap centered among them.

When had it happened...

Countless scenes echoed through his mind until one particular memory halted.

In that scene, the young man wearing the cap had entered a one-way alley, and it was during those short ten seconds or so that the person briefly vanished from his sight.

The brand new cap was merely an ’anchor point.’ The other party had casually bought a cap at a roadside stall, essentially making a differentiator.

Because Gana had watched him buy the cap, he’d naturally connect ’Joey’ with the cap.

Then, someone with a brand new cap, wearing clothes similar to ’Joey’s and of similar build, emerged from the alley. As long as the timing was controlled well, they’d be mistaken for ’Joey’.

And the real ’Joey’ had left through another passage in the short window when he was out of sight.

All this was predicated on the fact that from the very beginning, they had been spotted by their target.

Gana was startled.

It was deliberate!

The other party purposefully wore the same jacket as the day before to pass by that underling, all to attract Gana’s attention, prompting him to mobilize everyone and even bring the boss to apprehend him.

Luring the tiger away from the mountain! ’Joey’ was most likely at the factory by now!

The entire incident was under the other’s control.

He thought he was the fisherman, yet he hadn’t realized that he was the fish all along, foolishly chasing the bait in circles.

Gana suddenly turned around, no longer taking time to think, and hurried after the man in the gray suit, who was already far away.

He needed to seize a chance to admit his mistake.

Meanwhile, the man in the gray suit had reached his silver-gray sedan.

The driver stepped down to open the door.

"Has the helicopter arrived?"

The man in the gray suit took a pair of wireless earphones out of his pocket and inserted one into his ear.

"We’re almost there."

The driver nodded lightly.

As soon as his voice fell, a huge sound of helicopter rotors churning the air came from above, as a powerful downwash buffeted down.

A rope ladder was thrown down from the helicopter, descending slowly.

"Did they catch that Jack?"

The man in the gray suit put another earpiece in his ear.

"I’ve sent someone to catch him, but there’s no response yet."

The driver nodded lightly again.

"Hard work, how’s the situation at the factory?"

The man in the gray suit nodded, as the helicopter’s rope ladder had now landed beside him.

"Everything is good at the factory. We just upgraded the access control system recently. The moment that kid uses a hacked blank card to swipe at the door, it will immediately trigger an alarm. Even if he climbs over the fence, even if he gets over the electrified net, it will trigger the monitoring alarm,"

The driver spoke calmly, "It’s impossible for him to enter the factory without our knowledge."

"Mm,"

The man in the gray suit reached out and grabbed the rope ladder, "I’m really looking forward to what kind of surprise that kid will bring me."

He lifted his bracelet and played a lively piece of music, swaying gently to the beat.

The helicopter began to rise slowly.

At that moment, Gana also stumbled over, pressing his hand onto the silver-gray car’s hood, and reaching out to the sky, "Boss, Boss!"

The man in the gray suit, hanging from the rope ladder, seemed to hear Gana’s shout. He turned his head to glance at Gana, then pulled a small gray pistol from his pocket.

Bang—

The bullet instantly pierced through the arm Gana had pressed against the hood, and bright red blood splattered in an instant.

"Ah!!!""Murder!!!"

The onlookers who had been poking their heads out to watch the excitement suddenly screamed and withdrew their heads back into their cars.

Gana, clutching his wounded hand in agony, knelt on the ground as blood poured out unceasingly through the gaps in his fingers like a flowing spring.

A subordinate hurried over to bandage his wound.

The driver, witnessing all this, slowly took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped clean the blood that had splattered onto the hood.

Then he walked over to Gana, knelt down, turned the blood-stained handkerchief over to the clean side, wrapped it around the hand, and gently patted Gana’s cheek,

"You can’t touch what the boss hasn’t allowed you to touch, do you understand?"

"Understood,"

Gana suppressed the pain on his face and nodded slightly.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

The driver frowned, turning his head, "I can’t hear you very clearly."

Gana clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it, squeezing out a pained yet obsequious expression, "Understood, understood."

The driver chuckled, threw the handkerchief on the ground, and slowly stood up.

Behind him, the shadow of the man in the gray suit hanging from the rope ladder disappeared into the night.

——

He Ao walked past the dozing security guard in the guardhouse and approached the turnstile.

He pressed the card in his hand against the turnstile sensor.

Hum—

A soft beep came from the turnstile, and the previously dozing guard instantly woke up and turned his head to look at He Ao.

Meanwhile, He Ao was watching the closed automatic door of the turnstile, and the red light.

After a brief pause, the red light that indicated no entry turned into a green light that meant access granted.

The automatic door of the turnstile slowly opened.

The security guard in the booth yawned and reverted his gaze.

He Ao retracted his card and went through the automatic door.