12dz Chapter 114 Base Bombing Incident * Leak
Chapter 114 Base Bombing Incident * Leak
Bai Yexiu was quickly stopped.
"A minor?" The staff member frowned sternly. "Please show your ID, and where is your guardian?"
"Not here for the time being." Bai Yexiu obediently handed him his identification.
The name on the ID was "Ryuzawa Ryuya". The staff carefully compared Bai Yexiu's face with the photo on the ID, and after a few seconds, they turned their attention to Zuomu.
"Please show me your identification." The staff member looked at Saki with some wariness, probably because Saki's aura was too cold.
“He’s my hired bodyguard, so it’s inconvenient for him to carry identification.” Bai Yexiu then took out another piece of paper and showed it to him.
This is a contract from Victoria Security Company. The bodyguard section reads "Xiangyuan*", and next to it is Saki's ID photo.
The staff compared the photos and hesitated whether to report it as a suspicious person. This man, surnamed Xiangyuan, didn't have identification, but since he was an employee of Victoria Security, they couldn't say anything directly, even though they still had some doubts.
Victoria Security is a top-tier international security company, and many important figures or people of high social status choose this company when hiring bodyguards.
To prevent work-related disputes from escalating into accidents, companies typically don't allow employees to carry identification documents. However, contracts usually do allow it, as the names of bodyguards and employers are usually blurred out.
"...You can go now." The staff had no choice but to let them go and return their documents.
After the two had walked a distance away, the staff member pressed the communication earpiece: "Pay close attention to the underage boy named Ryuzawa Iroha and the bodyguard surnamed Xiangyuan. The boy named Ryuzawa best matches the characteristics you described."
Bai Yexiu led Zuomu through the crowd to the final checkpoint, but the atmosphere here was clearly even more serious than before.
A group of people blocked the checkpoint, questioning little boys of similar age to Bai Yexiu, and even those with their parents were not spared.
"My lord..." Saki looked at Bai Yexiu with concern and spoke timidly.
Bai Yexiu seemed not to hear, and walked straight over to join the end of the line.
Standing still, Bai Yexiu closed his eyes slightly and tried to make out a man's voice amidst the noise.
"The location is indeed here, within a radius of about 5 meters..."
Bai Yexiu immediately pinpointed the source of the voice—
A strong, British man in his thirties, already as tall as an tequila, was in the crowd, pressing a communication headset and listening to something. His eyes were scanning his surroundings warily. Judging from his posture, he seemed to be carrying a weapon and was probably a leader.
After quickly analyzing the man's background, Bai Yexiu thought of the question that concerned him most—
The man said the location was right here, about a radius of 5 meters.
What kind of transmitter could pinpoint the location so precisely? And these people are looking for him, right? How did they obtain their own location information?
Bai Yexiu's phone does indeed have a GPS tracker, but only Gin, Vermouth, and Boss can view his location. Could his location have been leaked?
As Bai Yexiu was pondering, he saw the strong British man walk towards him and stop him.
"Where is your guardian?" Flander asked emotionlessly.
"You're the second person to ask me this question," Bai Yexiu said, sounding a little impatient. "Can't minors come to London for tourism?"
Flander was taken aback by Bai Yexiu's words, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.
“It’s just a routine check.” Flander glanced at his phone after saying that, and said with a hint of apology, “Sorry, there might be a mistake.”
After the group had walked a distance away, Flander pressed the communication headset: "The target is a 14-year-old boy with black hair and a young bodyguard wearing sunglasses. They are walking out of the airport gate. Everyone follow them."
Flanders was very satisfied with this positioning.
This is a link sent by their mole within the organization. After entering the extraction code, you are taken to a map software, which contains the location of this target.
I don't know who developed this software, but its positioning is extremely accurate, and the map can be zoomed in very, very large, enough to know whether the person being located is within one meter in front of you.
……
Ricard searched through the ruins of the base but still had no clue. It wasn't until much time had passed that Ricard received an email from Cointreau.
[Right now, immediately, there's an ambush near London's East Airport—Coindus de la Réserve.]
Ricard quickly got into the car and headed towards the East End Airport. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his phone, ready to call Nicholas, but suddenly remembered that his phone seemed to have been broken. Helpless, he called the organization's relay headquarters in London.
The transfer headquarters is the department responsible for selling the organization's cell phones and sending mission emails. Nicholas must be at the transfer headquarters to buy a new phone right now.
"Hello, this is the transfer headquarters. Who are you looking for?" a emotionless male voice asked.
Is Nicholas over there?
After a silence of more than 10 seconds, Nicholas's voice came through the phone: "Richard, I'm buying a phone here. Hurry up and pick up Jundu. He should be arriving soon."
"There's an ambush at the airport, hurry to the East District Airport!"
"What? I'll do it right away!"
The call was disconnected.
So Ricard sent another message to Gin requesting a location link for Cointreau, but—
[Two of your team members have already asked me for it. Can't your team forward it internally?]
Ricard's eyes widened slightly for a moment, then he scrolled through the message list and found the group chat buried at the very bottom.
This group was originally a casual chat group created by the deceased woman to liven things up. The members of their task force would usually chat and bicker in it. Ricard rarely spoke in this group; since it was just for casual conversation, he left it idle, keeping it at the bottom of his contact list and setting it to "Do Not Disturb."
At this moment, the group chat contained a message that Kognam had sent 20 minutes earlier:
[Location Link]
[The person is almost here, everyone please greet them in advance.]
Where are they?
[You idiot who doesn't read the messages, I'll go myself.]
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Ricard gritted his teeth in anger and almost ran a red light.
Kognan sent an important message to this group chat that he didn't even look at, and said that he was an idiot for not replying. Ricard was really getting angry at him.
However, with important matters to attend to, Ricard had no choice but to privately message Kognan to ask where he was.
Kognam only replied with one word:
[Traffic jam.]
The journey from the safe house to the East District Airport is already long, but I didn't expect there to be traffic jams along the way, even though it's not rush hour.
Ricard lit a cigarette, somewhat irritated, and prayed that Cointreau would hold out until they arrived.