Free Web NovelChapter 2345: Chapter 2347: Bad Habits Must Be Broken
The latest news on the tablet is that the People of Britain are willing to give Huaxia some consideration on the forum, and their demand is to downplay this incident.
The exchange group cannot tolerate this, not because they can’t bear the loss, but because this is only the first stop in Europa and such a thing has happened. If no response is made, troubles will only follow one after another.
However, this is where the trap is. They can also understand the People of Britain’s desperate attempt to save face—the sun is setting on their empire, making it fragile and sensitive. They’ve even promised to deal with that police officer after the matter is resolved.
Some people think, why not let this matter rest for now—after all, we can’t afford to completely fall out with the People of Britain, and we must keep the bigger picture in mind.
Fortunately, Feng Jun came back with the news, and Beauty Lin believes that everyone might have another option.
After Feng Jun understood everything, he nodded and spoke seriously, "What do you need me to do?"
"It would be best to find out the mastermind behind this," Beauty Lin replied earnestly, "We have some guesses about those involved. Now we hope you can find evidence so we can arrange a suitable retaliation."
"Just suitable retaliation?" Feng Jun frowned slightly, "Like I said before, I can help you take out people!"
"They just made things difficult for us," Beauty Lin spread her hands helplessly, "In such matters, the focus is on reciprocity. If we kill someone, they will naturally feel justified to kill as well... I already told you about what happened in Australia."
"Reciprocity?" Feng Jun laughed at her words, but his eyes held no humor, "They’re clearly trying to give us a warning. If we put up with this now, when we visit other countries, it will only get harder. How do you plan to reciprocate?"
Beauty Lin’s mouth moved, but in the end, she still asked, "Then what do you suggest?"
"Retaliating after being hit only leaves you passive," Feng Jun’s lips curled into a cold smile, "At times like this, going too far is necessary. They’ve increased my security risks and ruined my mood, and I’m very angry."
Beauty Lin couldn’t refute him, so after some thought, she spoke seriously, "It’s better not to kill anyone for now, like that police officer... they’ve already agreed to deal with it later, let him bounce around for a few days."
Feng Jun rolled his eyes in frustration, "Honestly, I don’t like you pointing fingers when I handle things, but I have to call you out on this. Don’t be naive—just because they promise to handle it, doesn’t mean they will."
Beauty Lin was taken aback, "But we’ve already given them face, are you saying..."
Feng Jun replied with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "If there’s no consequence for not dealing with it, why should they? Once we leave the People of Britain, the heat of the matter has cooled. Even if it’s not handled, will we really turn back to settle the score?"
"Do you really believe in the so-called ’gentlemanly demeanor’ of the People of Britain? If they were truly gentlemanly, they wouldn’t have gained the nickname of stir-stick, surpassing other nations in making trouble."
Beauty Lin thought for a moment and finally waved her hand in resignation, "Do what you will... Oh, and could you help transport a batch of electronic equipment there? They need to replenish some supplies, especially given the heavy tasks ahead."
Feng Jun was momentarily surprised, then nodded, "Sure, I’ll get it there within ten hours. By the way, no landing the helicopter in the town."
Beauty Lin nodded and turned to leave. By about midnight, the electronic equipment had been delivered.
This time, Feng Jun didn’t even take Sofia and the others with him; he went alone to the People of Britain.
Upon reaching the Foggy City, he first followed the channel Beauty Lin had instructed and got in touch with a Gaul. This person ran a barbershop, and it was unclear how Beauty Lin and her team had managed to recruit them.
It was a middle-aged woman in her early fifties. When receiving Feng Jun, she seemed somewhat indifferent, her gaze vacant as if she had lost all vitality.
Feng Jun didn’t say much to her. He used two oversized suitcases to bring in the equipment, placed it in the room, and left.
About half an hour later, a call was made to Honglu Temple, stating that someone had anonymously donated electronic equipment...
Feng Jun was not interested in these operations. When he arrived, it was 7 PM local time, and to deal with that police officer, he would have to wait until at least midnight.
By 8 PM, he found the police officer’s whereabouts. The fellow was drinking in a small tavern and, unfortunately, was bragging about how he had dealt with those "annoying Huaxia people."
If you’re so eager for death, I don’t mind helping you along, Feng Jun thought, raising an eyebrow, intending to wait until the fellow left and then take action.
Unexpectedly, the tavern patrons weren’t interested in his boasting. Soon, someone with a louder voice changed the subject to a major league football team.
It turned out this tavern was a gathering place for football fans and one of the bases for a major league team.
Feng Jun, disguised as a North African, sat by the roadside drinking beer. When someone saw him from afar, they detoured to the other side of the road.
By around eleven, a drunk stumbled over, attempting to grab Feng Jun’s beer, but was knocked to the ground with a punch. After lying there for two minutes, the drunk got up and walked away, drawing whistles from the football fans who had come out to see the commotion.
In the deep night of Foggy City, this is a common scene.
That officer finally left at ten thirty. Feng Jun didn’t follow him; he merely locked onto him with his Divine Sense. He waited until after midnight, then finished his beer, and staggered into the night of Foggy City. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
After eavesdropping the whole night, he had roughly grasped the situation of that guy. Indeed, he’s a white supremacist, and nothing hides this in daily life. He’s been complained against multiple times for making racist remarks.
Every time he’s complained against, he apologizes promptly, yet it’s not long before he reverts to his ways. Gradually, people got used to it, except for those who encounter him for the first time. Others couldn’t be bothered to complain anymore—it’s useless, he’s just a rascal.
He has a son and a daughter, but he’s now divorced, and the children are with the mother.
He lives in an apartment building. Feng Jun used Divine Sense to open the window from the inside and went directly through it.
Initially, Feng Jun planned to conduct a Soul Search, but once he entered the room, he hesitated. He had long decided not to use Soul Search lightly. So why now... was he using it more often?
Should he bring this guy to find Ma Sanniang? He believed he truly shouldn’t let himself run unchecked. In this dimension, no one could restrain him. Even more, in these circumstances, he had to learn self-control.
Anyway, since Ma Sanniang helped him with Soul Search more than once, it wouldn’t hurt to trouble her again.
However, just as he was about to capture the man with the Spirit Beast Bag, it suddenly dawned on him: I can deduce!
Before, he used Soul Search on those communication experts mainly to acquire their professional knowledge, which was not obtainable through deduction, but only through Soul Search.
But now... if he only wanted to know the opponent’s actions, there was really no need for Soul Search.
Especially with what this man did to the Huaxia Citizen, some recent events must have occurred. He didn’t need to check matters from long ago.
Realizing this, Feng Jun silently chuckled and shook his head: The convenience of Soul Search spoiled me.
Since he acknowledged that it wasn’t proper, he would certainly solve the problem through deduction.
But, honestly, using deduction indeed proved to be more troublesome than Soul Search; Feng Jun spent a full five hours, changed several locations, and reconstructed the original scene to reach a conclusion.
What he didn’t expect was that the person instructing the officer was his superior—this person had some leverage over his superior, and his superior agreed to pay him five hundred British Pounds, so he took the job.
Indeed, for a mere five hundred British Pounds, he stirred up such a big issue, which shows this guy harbors quite a hostility towards Huaxia deep down.
What made Feng Jun feel amused was that among those responsible for communication with the Huaxia Exchange Group, there included that instigator.
Possibly, the person who made a "promise to handle it afterward" was this guy. Thinking of this possibility made Feng Jun despise the People of Britain even more: Truly, they are troublemakers, even stirring up within their own Guojia.
Then Feng Jun arrived at the superior’s residence. This person lived with their family in a detached villa. To live in such a house in Foggy City, their assets wouldn’t be mediocre.
This family also consisted of a couple and two children, though the kids were older and each had their own room. The superior also slept apart from his wife, not affecting Feng Jun’s operation.
The security in this villa district was decent, and there were many cameras. Feng Jun had to employ some minor techniques to enter the house.
Actually, these techniques were straightforward: He walked toward the surveillance, turned into a corner out of the camera’s view, and then casually appeared. After leaving, he retraced his steps.
Deduction for this person was slightly easier than for the officer. This person was originally inclined towards the Mai Nation, had contact with their intelligence agencies, and had received some funds.
The saying holds true, the Mai Nation shows no mercy when spying on allies’ intelligence.
What amused Feng Jun more was that although this person was rather cautious, there were no traces left on his mobile phone or computer, but... he had the habit of keeping a diary!
His diary was locked in a safe, but for Feng Jun, who understood deduction, this was no different than it being placed on the desk.
He took out the diary, snapped continuous photos, and after finishing shooting, looked at the far-off sky which was already pale white, shook his head helplessly, and then vanished quietly...
The deduction method was ultimately not as satisfying as Soul Search.
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