Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 385: Section 381 - Parcel

"Ah... damn it, bastard, to hell with it!"

Even after hanging up the call, the liaison officer Rossi in Habulav was throwing a tantrum out of frustration, being rudely awakened from a deep sleep, anyone would be boiling with rage.

Being called in the dead of night, the report was utterly worthless, containing no information about the "Water Bear" organization.

Aside from waking him up, it served no other purpose; it was plainly taking Feather as Mandate Arrow, not giving a damn about him, Rossi.

"He must be fuming!"

Adrian put down his phone and managed a helpless smile.

Who else but the team leader to deal with this?

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If he didn’t deal with this lightning rod, who would?

Laughter erupted within the cabin of the mobile base vehicle.

In the middle of the night, it seemed like no one was going to get a good sleep. Why should they wear themselves out and suffer alone? Misery loves company, and the liaison officer wasn’t going to get away with it either.

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The mobile base vehicle didn’t return to the Snow Velvet Weeping Willow that had been destroyed by artillery fire, nor did they bother Old Tree Boundary Ape Lulu’an to expend magic power and spiritual power to conjure another. Instead, it stood near the 152 bombardment coordinates, waiting for further developments.

It wasn’t until after dawn, into the afternoon, that the local police arrived belatedly at the scene of the incident.

With heavy snowfall lasting all day and night and the wind never dropping below force 5, police helicopters and ground-effect aircraft simply couldn’t make it over. Even with satellite navigation aids, it took a lot of effort and time for the police ground vehicles to finally locate the place, not without taking many wrong turns, often getting stuck in snow pits, struggling desperately to pull themselves free.

Following the police were more than a hundred downcast suspects, thankfully handcuffed with plastic nylon rather than iron cuffs. If it had been iron, the frigid weather would have peeled their flesh clean off.

Many of the suspects sported black eyes and bruised faces; it appeared they hadn’t had an easy time.

Local police treated the assistance request from the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee almost as an imperial edict. Once they got leads from Squad 04, they immediately rounded up all the local snakes, guilty or not, catching first and asking questions later.

They didn’t bother to inquire first, beating detainees until they howled for mercy to no avail. Only after beating them into submission did they start to question them; all suspects connected to the poaching gangs were interrogated, sparing none that might be mistakenly killed instead of let go. They were all delivered to Squad 04 without exception, many having suffered a beating in vain, already shadowed by fear. Now, seeing the mobile base vehicle and the members of Squad 04, their legs turned to jelly, clueless about what kind of ordeals awaited them.

To assist with the interrogation, the police sent over a pretty, smiley C-ranked psychic ability user with charming peach blossom eyes and a pleasant voice.

Chen Fei felt that there was no need for special abilities at all; a simple frown or smile from this police officer would turn the suspects into devoted fawning dogs.

On the second day of the on-site interrogation, the local police brought in another group of suspects, widening the net to include several neighboring cities.

After a swift interrogation, among those brought in were some wanted criminals, petty thieves, gangsters, and mobsters, but no one from the poaching gang or any trace that might link them to the "Water Bear" organization; none of them seemed to be the people Squad 04 was looking for.

As Squad 04 watched the police officer skilfully charm the suspects with her seductive skills on the Siberian tundra amidst ice and snow, they still made no significant progress.

New intel shared by liaison officer Rossi indicated that a team stationed in Africa had encountered some leads, clashing fiercely with a force suspected to belong to the "Water Bear" organization. A half-day battle destroyed a local town, leaving not a single intact building within ten miles; the entire area was flattened, full of craters and signs of destruction. The affected innocent locals suffered heavy casualties, with misery spread far and wide.

The Global United Defense Committee headquarters in Habulav issued a compulsory attack order. The stationed teams went all out without hesitation or concern, and even so, they only managed to capture a fraction of the enemy forces, ultimately capturing only one severely injured adversary. Their own casualties weren’t much better.

After all, the teams stationed at various strongholds were elite squads under the Bear Hunting Special Operations Division, tasked with combat and basic investigation. They avoided talking and acted decisively.

Detailed investigative work, dealing with searching for clues, was left to other specialists.

Squad 04, mingling on the Siberian tundra, was relatively miserable by comparison; once they had to deal with external factors, the efficiency immediately plummeted.

There was no helping it, for Siberia was too vast and sparsely populated. To get anything done, one would either have to wait a long time or never find the people they were looking for.

Poaching gangs or those covertly linked to the "Water Bear" organization,

as long as they had enough food and heating supplies and drove deep into the vast tundra, they could hide without showing their faces, likely untraceable for weeks; nobody knew where they might be hiding.

If they had a cabin in the countryside or the forest, it would be even harder to locate them.

The local police force fully mobilized, conducting a massive search through the Tunguska Region for a week, though they only caught criminals who were unfortunate enough to cross their path. The local security saw a significant improvement, with fewer drunken fights spilling out onto the streets at night.

Yet, despite such fanfare, not a single suspect useful to Squad 04 was found; they were all irrelevant, and the effort amounted to nothing but a waste of time.

In fact, to think that they could penetrate the network as soon as they arrived in Siberia was to underestimate the "Water Bear" organization’s stupidity. Meanwhile, Squad 04 had not even brushed against the poaching gang, let alone their actual target, the "Water Bear."

If the "Water Bear" organization was that easy to handle, it wouldn’t have stayed hidden up to now. It seemed well established, entrenched for a long time.

If it were not the case, the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee would have no choice but to establish a specialized action department to target this mysterious force.

Inside the barn of the abandoned farm, another guest had arrived.

The dedicated liaison officer sent by the local police, the capable officer who coordinated the interrogation of suspects, C-class Psychic Ability User Tanya Ilyin Alexandrovna.

With her good looks and sweet-talking mannerisms, she never stopped chatting and could cook as well, swiftly becoming Team 04’s star chef. Her borscht was exceptionally authentic; she could make a great rye bread, tactical weapons-grade, and was not limited to local dishes. She could conjure dozens of Eastern dishes, so no one in Team 04, both professionally and personally, seemed to find a reason to refuse her.

After continuously interrogating more than three hundred suspects and despite the lack of useful results, the investigation did not stop but carried on in secret.

Perhaps some valuable clues would be discovered at any moment, or someone would have a flash of inspiration and manage to link previously unrelated details, which could suddenly prove to be useful.

Before any new actions arose, reading through the copious case files became the daily work for everyone on Team 04, with dedicated reading sessions organized every day to re-examine those interrogation reports.

If any new doubts were found, they had to ask Liaison Officer Tanya to notify the local police to capture and re-interrogate suspects, inevitably leading to a chaotic situation.

After all, it was not a comic book or novel; the review work was tedious and boring, yet had to be done.

Just as Chen Fei was getting tired of these tedious and tiresome tasks, the parcels he had sent from the city of Habulav, located in the hinterland of the Yangzhou Continent, finally began to arrive in the hands of the recipients.

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In Han River City on the Goryeo Peninsula, where the busy Pu Aihua was managing his diner, he received a huge box weighing over a hundred kilograms. One glance at the sender, and he instantly understood.

After closing up shop, his family gathered around the massive, heavy box to start unwrapping the outer packaging.

Inside the box were neatly stacked wooden crates of varying sizes, perfectly arranged without a single unnecessary gap of space.

Upon peeling back the soft cotton paper that wrapped the contents inside the boxes, large transparent crystals revealed themselves under the light, sparkling brilliantly.

"Dad, are these, these gemstones?"

Pu Meihui, whose health had greatly improved and who had been successfully discharged from the hospital, stared in astonishment at the wooden box in her hands.

"Little Hui, let Dad show you a little surprise!"

Pu Aihua turned off the lights in the room.

The moment the lights went out, the crystals in the box immediately emitted a faint white glow, like a low-wattage light bulb. Although not very bright, it was sufficient to illuminate the surprised and joyful faces of the family.

"Husband, does it really light up?"

Pu Aihua’s wife was greatly surprised; she had not expected that the crystal inside the wooden box would be luminescent.

"These are the Fluorescent Crystals that Little Chen asked me to help sell. Hehehe, we’re going to make a fortune."

Once called a cunning businessman by his colleagues, Pu Aihua still had several tricks up his sleeve. Turning on the lights again, he rubbed his hands together in excitement.

Naturally luminescent Fluorescent Crystals, if marketed correctly, stood to earn a considerable sum. He estimated that his share of the profits from this large crate could match ten years of earnings from his diner.

"Dad, are we going to be rich?"

Pu Meihui shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, but this is just the beginning. Thanks to Little Chen, he gave me forty percent of the profits. I must sell it at a high price, no, a sky-high price, to let him earn more too."

Being all too familiar with poverty, they naturally sympathized with each other. Pu Aihua clenched his fists, ready to unleash his full businessman cunning to make a big score.

In his eyes, the world was just full of people easy to fool with too much money.

Pu Aihua’s wife also raised her fists eagerly and said with force, "Husband, work hard!"

She had great faith in her husband’s ability to buy and sell for profit. The reason their household had made it this far was largely due to Old Piao wracking his brains and striving to the utmost. Now that the hard times were coming to an end, there was finally hope on the horizon.

"You can do it!"

Pu Meihui was the loudest cheerleader.

Like father, like daughter.

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