Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 3935 I must... survive to the end

The tracking has been done by three different people... everything is going relatively smoothly. The target seems preoccupied and therefore doesn't pay much attention to his surroundings.

Now it was Lin Feng and another colleague's turn to be at the back... observing Huang Xiaoyun's movements.

At 6:13 in the early morning... Lin Feng glanced at the time. Huang Xiaoyun suddenly stopped and sat in a corner of the plaza outside a shopping mall that had not yet opened.

"Inspector Lin, [Patty] seems a bit off... Don't you feel like her mental state has suddenly deteriorated?"

"Hmm...is it a little?"

At this moment, Huang Xiaoyun looked remarkably like a delinquent youth experiencing withdrawal symptoms due to long-term use of illicit drugs.

A curled-up body, trembling movements, and a blank stare...

Since Sir Ma's orders were to focus on observation, no one took any further action.

"Look, she seems to have taken something out... a candle?"

Lin Feng frowned.

Huang Xiaoyun's next move was even stranger... even a little mysterious—she took out a candle, took a few deep sniffs, stared blankly for a while, and then lit the candle with trembling hands.

Even under the orange-red candlelight, the girl's face had a sickly pallor... Then Huang Xiaoyun's tense expression seemed to ease, and most noticeably, the craving seemed to have disappeared a lot.

Lin Feng and his colleagues exchanged bewildered glances—it was obvious that there was something wrong with the candle.

Lin Feng subconsciously asked, "What kind of new... or something?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure." After thinking for a moment, the colleague suggested, "How about we try to get some samples over?"

"Mr. Ma said that we should not take any action other than observation." Mr. Lin shook his head, ultimately guessing the conservative approach—but he still filmed the scene.

At this moment, Huang Xiaoyun suddenly gritted her teeth and extinguished the candle. It only took about two or three minutes... She took a deep breath of the lingering smoke from the extinguished candle, and then put the candle into her bosom.

Having regained some of her energy, she left the place where she was temporarily resting—because she clearly sensed someone approaching…it was a sanitation worker.

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In the early morning of Qilin City, the sky was a pale white, damp and cold.

In an old hotel... in one of the rooms, Sister Qing brought a basin of hot water from the shower and walked to the window... on the cabinet by the window, there was a large pile of first aid supplies.

Yuanyuan was lying in bed, not asleep, but looking listless.

"How are you feeling today?" Sister Qing asked with concern.

Yuanyuan said weakly, "Aunt Qing, where did you pick up this little Ji from...? This medical skill is a bit scary. I have a gunshot wound? Although I still can't get out of bed, it's much better than last time!"

As he spoke, he slowly pulled his shirt down a little, revealing a scar the size of a finger on the back of his shoulder...

"There are many skilled practitioners among the common people." Sister Qing shrugged. "Don't underestimate the medical skills passed down from our ancestors... This Xiao Ji is probably a true inheritor of medical knowledge. It's a pity we can't find her again in the future."

Yuanyuan said irritably, "I know, you absolutely can't drag others down, you have to leave immediately after finishing the task, and you absolutely can't get emotional, right? You've said that over seventeen hundred times!"

Sister Qing rolled her eyes. "I haven't known you for more than 1,700 days!"

Yuanyuan chuckled, then pondered for a moment and said, "Aunt Qing, why don't we leave Qilin City? If we keep hiding here, those people will find us sooner or later... We can't stay in this room forever, can we?"

Sister Qing shook her head and said, "Are you in the right state to run away? Besides, if you leave [Qilin City], it will be easier for those guys to find you... In this era, it is much easier for extraordinary forces to find someone outside than we imagine."

"I should have known better than to take this job..." Yuanyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. "I didn't expect Sato Emon to be taken down by his enemies so quickly. It's such a waste of all the effort I put into this job. I was almost going to succeed."

"Don't think about these things anymore. Come on, let me change your dressing." Sister Qing interrupted Yuanyuan's mutterings.

After the dressing was changed, Yuanyuan quickly fell asleep under the influence of anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs.

After observing for a while and confirming that Yuanyuan was asleep, Sister Qing packed her things and went to another room next door.

The laptop was turned on, and Sister Qing skillfully manipulated line after line of code... Soon, a pure black chat interface appeared.

After waiting a moment, a video pop-up appeared, revealing a girl of about twenty years old with bright blue hair, pigtails, smoky eye makeup, and a lollipop in her mouth.

“Kiko!” Sister Qing said slowly, “The mission failed. Sato Emon was killed by his enemies before we could succeed.”

“I already know.” The girl on the other side of the screen, Kiko, shrugged. “It was probably done by Chida Hideo’s group from the Daidoji Foundation. Behind them is the radical faction of the Japanese ‘Kujuku’ faction.”

Sister Qing frowned, seemingly lost in thought.

Kiko said in a very businesslike tone, "Since Sato is dead, I've refunded the money to the employer... However, given that Sato was killed by his enemies this time, which is an unforeseen event, let's consider the operation terminated."

"You decide what to do." Sister Qing nodded, then added, "My partner is injured this time, so we won't be taking any more orders for a while."

Kiko retorted, "No way! It's your partner who's injured, not you. A stunning beauty like you can personally handle this. What man wouldn't be mesmerized by you? Heal him!"

"..."

Sister Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes... Come to think of it, there really was a little guy who didn't care about her type at all.

—He looks quite young, but he seems like a wise man who has seen through the ways of the world.

"That's all for now." Sister Qing prepared to close the chat. "I'll contact you again."

"I actually have a job here that's perfect for you. The target is an extremely lecherous person. It's not difficult, but the price is high... Hey!! Hey hey!! Remember to pay the refund processing fee!!"

Sister Qing quickly left the room again... This dilapidated hotel naturally couldn't provide meals, so she needed to go and buy some supplies.

make up.

The receptionist at the hotel was feeding a baby formula—this was a typical family-run apartment, where the whole family worked.

"Excuse me... are there any rooms available?"

Sister Qing instinctively observed a person who had just walked in... Judging from her figure and voice, she should be a young girl—but she was wearing a mask, a coat, and a hat, so she couldn't see what she looked like.

But checking into a place like this so early in the morning seems rather...strange?
Sister Qing glanced at it casually and then hurriedly left—given her current condition, she was clearly focused on avoiding any unnecessary complications.

……

“Let’s switch shifts. [Peppa] is probably planning to stay at this hotel.” Lin Feng yawned and said to his colleague, “I’m going back to the station to report first… After you and the others come over to hand over the shifts, go back and take a shower before coming back.”

"OK!" my colleague said with a smile. "Brother Feng really knows how to take care of people. I love you!"

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A black MPV was driving out of Qilin City... Inside the car, Song Ying looked utterly dejected and grabbed Song Haoran's ear without any hesitation.

"Hey Song, don't you know what time I go to sleep... Why did you wake me up so early?! Are you trying to make me die of overwork?"

"Young man, staying up all night to cultivate immortality? What are you sleeping for!" Song Haoran didn't interrupt Song Ying's hand, his eyes full of doting affection.

"Where to?" Song Ying rolled her eyes in annoyance. "If you dare say anything like there's a farm outside the city with really good breakfast... I'll cut you up!"

"You'll see when we get there," Song Haoran said mysteriously. "You won't be disappointed."

"You're sick." Song Ying frowned. "What exactly are you and that Chida Hideo up to lately? You're being so secretive."

"Regarding the Dao Association," Song Haoran said calmly, "you don't need to worry about that. Just focus on the investment here and the cooperation with the Daodao Temple Foundation. Everything should proceed according to the normal procedures."

"Fine, don't tell me then." Song Ying clicked her tongue, then yawned, watching the scenery rushing past beside the road, quickly feeling drowsy... She forced herself to stay awake and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, you have to tell me, what's the background of that woman you brought with you? It's rare to see you with a woman by your side for so long... and treating her like this? This isn't like you. You haven't succeeded yet, have you? Frustrated?"

"Yeah, we got thrashed." Song Haoran shrugged.

Song Ying's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?" she asked.

Song Haoran reached out and tapped Song Ying's head. "It's definitely fake. We're not in the kind of relationship you're thinking of... but it's true that we treat her well."

"What's their background?"

Song Haoran said seriously, "She is the daughter of a big shot, a very powerful figure in history... As for her, just think of her as a young lady who grew up in a very closed and traditional environment, and who is indifferent and naive."

"...What do you mean by 'especially powerful in history'?" Song Ying frowned. "You didn't say that last time, did you?!"

"Did I say that last time?" Song Haoran said with a smile.

"You surnamed Song, I'll beat you to death!" Song Ying whimpered and punched wildly.

At this moment, Song Xiong, who was driving in front, suddenly said, "Second Master, Miss... is almost here!"

Song Ying had no choice but to stop playing around and look out the window. She saw that the car was about to pass by an antique-style archway with a 1970s or 1980s aesthetic.

——【Aunt Fei's Farm】

"Song Haoran, you really brought me to a farm like this for breakfast?!" Miss Ying suddenly flew into a rage, screaming!

However, Song Ying soon realized something was wrong—because Song Xiong had no intention of stopping and drove straight to the gate of the farm.

The scroll slowly rose, and then the car drove directly into the farm's hall.

Song Ying stared blankly, and at Song Haoran's prompting, she got out of the car with a puzzled look on her face. Instantly, the lights came on, and what she saw was not a place with seats or anything, but a vast open space made entirely of concrete.

And there are quite a few people here.

Many fully armed... soldiers!
"Surname...surname Song, what's going on here?" Song Ying nervously grabbed Song Haoran's sleeve.

Song Haoran shook his head slightly, then walked up to a soldier, showed him a certificate, and the soldier raised his hand in a salute before turning around and shouting, "Open the door!"

A corner of the wall slowly slid away, revealing... a lifting platform.

Song Ying's eyes widened in surprise.

……

"Divine... Divine Continent City?!"

Looking at the enormous construction site before her, Song Ying couldn't help but gasp. The sheer scale of the scene was something that could only be truly appreciated by experiencing it firsthand.

“It’s still the first phase of construction.” Song Haoran narrowed his eyes. “The real Shenzhou City will be far larger than you can imagine… I heard that the current plan is already on the fourth phase.”

"It feels like the Shenzhou government is really taking advantage of Qilin City!" Song Ying reacted quickly, clicking her tongue and saying, "They really are making the most of everything... If there's not enough space above ground, they develop underground!"

“This place isn’t for commercial use,” Song Haoran shook his head. “However, there is a residential area for families to live in… but you need to meet certain qualifications.”

Song Ying frowned.

Song Haoran pointed to a rectangular pit in the distance, "A family residential area will be planned and built over there. Next, [Song Dynasty] will provide at least 70 billion yuan to build this family residential area."

"Seventy billion?!"

“Yes.” Song Haoran nodded. “After it is completed, seven houses will be allocated to our Song family.”

"Only seven sets?!"

Song Haoran said shyly, "A large apartment! You get one, I get one, Grandpa gets one, our Xiao Luo gets one, and we'll have three more for temporary use. That should be enough."

Song Ying suddenly reached out and touched Song Haoran's forehead, hesitatingly asking, "Uncle, are you... alright?"

"Ten billion for a set, you find that incredible?"

"I think this seriously violates economic principles; even capital would weep at this!"

"What if this place might become humanity's last city in the future?" Song Haoran squinted and said, "Right now we can still buy it with money, but I only managed to do it by using almost half of my [favors]. In the future, the criteria for staying here will only be important scientists, researchers, top talents in the technology industry... and [extraordinary] individuals."

"But that would cost 70 billion..."

“Once the second and third phases begin, it probably won’t be about money anymore.” Song Haoran said seriously, “We must ensure the continuation of the Song family line… Xiaoying, remember, even if humanity is on the verge of extinction, we Song family members must survive to the end.”

“This…” Song Ying opened her mouth, but chose to remain silent… This topic was too heavy.

"Did you remember what I said today?" Song Haoran rarely showed the sternness of an elder.

“I’ve got it…” Song Ying nodded gently.

Song Haoran smiled slightly, patted Song Ying's shoulder, and said with a grin, "Little Ying, remember this, you'd better do it! You have to ensure the continuation of the Song family line!"

Song Ying kicked Song Haoran in the knee, then gave him a third finger salute... a double kick!
Suddenly, an SUV sped towards them from a distance... Song Ying stopped making a fuss and silently stood behind Song Haoran.

The SUV stopped, and a boy who looked no more than eighteen years old got out.

"Director Song Haoran, hello." The young man took the initiative to extend his hand in greeting.

"Hello, Lord Mo." Song Haoran smiled and extended his hand to shake hands with him.

The boy who got out of the SUV was none other than... Mo Xiaofei.

Mo Xiaofei nodded, then turned his gaze to the person behind Song Haoran, "And who is this?"

"Let me introduce you, this is Song Ying." Song Haoran said directly, "She is also the main person in charge of the [Song Dynasty] Group's participation in the construction of the first phase of the [Shenzhou City] residential area. Lord Mo can just order this girl around as he pleases. She is absolutely a qualified ox or horse, working hard without complaint, never resting, and eating very little!"

Mo Xiaofei was taken aback... This young and promising secretary and acting director of the Taoist Association is quite witty?
As for Miss Sakura... Miss Sakura greeted Mo Xiaofei very politely at this moment.

— In front of outsiders, just treat this uncle as a courtesy.

—Go back…just feed him a hundred tablets of sildenafil or something, then interrupt…

...Mo Xiaofei, who always felt that the Song family was strange, coughed lightly. He was also forced into the position by Ah Xiruo. His position in the General Staff Department would not be revealed for the time being, so he was given the title of the Construction Department of Shenzhou City.

"Gentlemen, this is not the place to talk." Mo Xiaofei smiled slightly and said, "Let's go to the office first. Although it's a prefabricated house and a bit simple, it still has everything you need."