Chapter 118: 118 The Third Sloppy Analysis

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 The Third Sloppy Analysis

Chen Ke sat cross-legged on the bed, trying to make sense of the information obtained from the memory sequence. He thought for a moment, rolled out of bed, took out paper and pen from the drawer, and then sat down neatly at the computer desk.

He now wrote down “Si’s consortium,” “Yasla,” and “postman,” and then under them, he continued to write down “Pulito Bank contraband” and “Fan Hede.”

Finally, he drew a circle and wrote three question marks inside it.

Chen Ke first connected the words “Si’s consortium” and “Fan Hede” with a line, then drew a curve in the middle of the segment, linking to “postman.”

Next, Chen Ke drew a line from “Fan Hede” to “Pulito Bank contraband,” and put a question mark.

This was the core conflict of the entire incident.

Based on this foundation, the sacrifice of Lin Mo, the betrayal of Hainerd, the involvement of other organizations…

Now, based on the two points of “Si’s consortium” and “postman,” Chen Ke could finally categorize each mystery.

He wrote down “Lin Mo’s memory” and circled it with “bank’s contraband,” drawing a thick black arrow pointing to “Si’s consortium.”

Then, he wrote down “Hainerd” and framed it with “Yasla,” connecting it to “postman.”

Looking at it this way, it became clear.

This matter was becoming more and more complex, but also clearer, and it even involved the supernatural realm, not just smuggling of spiritual energy…

Lin Mo’s memory from ’07 showed that Si’s consortium had made a transaction with Yasla, and from the conversation between Miles and Laven, it was known that this transaction was led by Hainerd.

Chen Ke was not clear what kind of organization Yasla was, but he was certain that it could not simply be a consortium or a company; judging from the attire and strange forms of its members, it looked more like a distorted cult…

Hmm… Wealthy individuals mingling with cultists, definitely not a good sign, he suddenly remembered the hooded man’s mention of “company” and “creating gods,” and quickly added those two phrases to the mix.

What could now be confirmed was that the Silent Witch was from Yasla, and Chen Ke made a bold guess that Yasla intended to create gods, but they would need the “company,” this consortium, to provide the necessary materials and Holy Relics, while the consortium simply wanted money.

Thus, as a member of the “company,” Si’s consortium would have contacted Yasla…

Chen Ke bit on the cap of his pen, furrowing his brow slightly. How exactly did Hainerd fit into this?

As a former smuggler and member of the postmen, what qualifications did he have to lead a transaction between two major organizations?

And what was his purpose?

Chen Ke drew a thick question mark next to “Hainerd” and replayed the deduction of the whole incident in his mind.

Yasla wanted to create gods… requiring large amounts of material and Holy Relics to consume, in ’07, Si’s consortium established a cooperative relationship with Yasla under the lead of Hainerd and began entering the Great Void to search for the materials they needed.

To enter the Great Void, the consortium needed the Blasphemous Dagger to open the door, and Lin Mo became the sacrifice on a certain evening in ’08…

Then, on the same evening, Hainerd betrayed the postmen and disappeared during the operation, and is now nowhere to be found…

Chen Ke wrote down his speculations, organizing them into a brief note.

That was basically it… But now there were two things that couldn’t be integrated based on the current deduction:

Who did the tortured man at the harbor work for? Did Hainerd have any relation with him? Who was the woman in white who attacked at the transaction scene in ’07…

Chen Ke looked at the paper filled with Chinese characters, and began to realize his own position, nothing more than expendable…

What those organizations wanted to do was not important to Chen Ke. His purpose was merely to become normal and then leave the United Federation to go to Fei Huang Republic.

Although he didn’t know how much difference there was between Fei Huang Republic and his homeland, at least, the living environment there should feel more familiar to him.

Someday he would find a way to return.

“Beep beep beep… beep beep beep…”

The phone on the bed vibrated monotonously along with its ringing. Chen Ke got up to pick up the phone, seeing an unknown number.

Who else would know his number?

“Hello?” Chen Ke answered the call.

“Mad Fak, are you free?” A familiar female voice came from the other end.

“Ah… is that Lucina? Aren’t you supposed to be getting the car ready?” Chen Ke pinched the bridge of his nose. Only Lucina would call him that.

That woman had incredible strength…

“Yeah, that’s actually why I’m calling you. I…” Lucina began, but suddenly, the call dropped.

“Hmm? Hello! Hello!” Chen Ke frowned. Could something have happened?

He looked at his phone screen, which was black and unresponsive no matter what he pressed. He sighed heavily; it turned out to be out of battery…

Ever since he bought the phone, he had never charged it, except when transferring HEMA instructional videos via a USB cable to his computer.

Chen Ke hurriedly dug out the charger and found a socket in the corner to plug it in.

Once the phone powered on again, it took an incredibly long time to start up with its 2008 Nokia Symbian system.

“Beep, beep, beep… beep, beep, beep…”

Chen Ke called back, and the person on the other end answered.

“Mad Fak! Mad Fak!” Lucina roared.

“The phone was dead just now… It wasn’t on purpose…” Chen Ke said helplessly.

“You’d better be telling the truth! My dad has never hung up on me!” Lucina sounded really angry.

“What were you going to say earlier…” Chen Ke wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Humph… It’s about the car. I need you to help me out,” Lucina suppressed her anger but still sounded somewhat unwilling, her voice a bit odd.

Chen Ke chuckled, finding it quite amusing.

“What are you laughing at?” asked Lucina.

“Nothing, tell me, what happened to the car?” Chen Ke composed himself, all business.

“We need three fast cars. I’ve already scoped them out. Deep Anchor District’s street racers are planning a race soon, and lots of drivers have gathered there recently, which of course means a bunch of good cars too,” Lucina said with a laugh.

“Oh? I guess what you’re planning to do, not a bad idea… How can I help you?” Chen Ke stroked his chin.

Lucina was planning to steal the gang’s vehicles. Those street racers were skilled at modifying cars, so the speed of their rides wasn’t in question, and they were sure to have nitrous oxide boosters installed.

And as street racers, eluding the County Police chase should be no problem either; after all, their cars were the perfect choice for an escape vehicle.

The only problem was that they wouldn’t lend or sell their cars, and the delivery guys had no intention of starting a war with them, so the only option was to steal.

“We need three cars, and I can’t steal them all by myself. Moreover, I can’t steal them in batches, so I need you to come with me,” Lucina said.

“That still makes only two people. Will you be bringing Hall or Priskin along?” asked Chen Ke.

“No, I have another person, a great driver. With you, that makes three. By the way, how’s your driving?” Lucina asked.

“Hmm… should be good enough to deal with the cops,” Chen Ke replied with little confidence.

“Meet me at the gun shop, and don’t make me wait too long.” Lucina hung up after speaking.

Such a rude woman, not even saying goodbye!