He fears no one, but if the opponent is Sun, he’s not confident that he can continue to erase Hawkeye’s location under Sun’s command.
However, Hawkeye has sought refuge with Maybelissa, who is Mr. Lordon’s person.
He...
The technician was scared, breaking out in cold sweat, thinking he was going to be finished here today. Yet, the man sitting in the wheelchair, whose mood was unpredictable, only remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Leave it alone."
"?"
The technician suddenly looked up, thinking he had misheard, while at the sa ti breathing a sigh of relief. Looking back, his computer screen was already black.
His pride-filled IP hiding program had been deciphered by the other party within ten minutes, and they hacked his computer in return.
"..."
This wasn’t a matter of whether he could manage it or not, it was a matter of being completely beyond his control.
*
Coffee shop.
The girl’s delicate eyebrows scanned the map showing the locked-in location, then under the gaze of Jeremiah Bonette and Mr. Radcliff, she calmly typed a string of code. Shortly after, an identity information popped up on the computer screen.
"At 11:15, there’s a ship in Sablehaven headed to the International high seas. He should be boarding that ship to escape, this is his new ID."
Nathalie Quinlan enlarged the ID to make it easier for Jeremiah Bonette and the others to take a photo, reminding them in an impatient tone: "Hawkeye has already bought a ticket for this ferry. It’s now 10:30; you have 45 minutes to catch him. If he plans to board the ship, he won’t run far; he’s probably hiding sowhere in the pier’s lounge area. You guys need to find him yourself."
Jeremiah Bonette took out his phone to snap a photo of the computer screen, then noted the specific location Nathalie had pinned, speaking succinctly: "Nathalie, thanks. Once we catch him, I’ll treat you to dinner!"
He glanced up at Amadeus Yancey, saying: "Your girlfriend is impressive, cherish her well."
"I know." Amadeus Yancey nodded, his eyes shimring like a scattered galaxy. He glanced once more in the girl’s direction, without saying much.
Jeremiah Bonette nodded, refraining from saying more, primarily due to the ti constraint. He cast a significant glance at Nathalie Quinlan and then tersely said to Amadeus Yancey: "I have matters to attend to, won’t delay further, we’ll talk when I’m back."
Mr. Radcliff also hurried to catch Hawkeye. After Nathalie Quinlan pinpointed Hawkeye’s information, he couldn’t wait to return to his seat to grab his phone and coat.
As he was about to leave, passing by the girl’s spot, his steps halted for a mont. The big man stood with a tense back, yet still paused, sowhat awkwardly scratching the back of his head, and apologetically mumbled: "Ms. Quinlan, sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have spoken like that."
Pausing here, unconsciously scratching his nose, he continued: "I thought you didn’t know anything and ca to mock us, so I spoke harshly. There was no malice, hope you don’t mind. I promise to sincerely apologize another day."
In truth, it was his fault. Mr. Bonette was right; he shouldn’t judge people by appearances, assuming young people are inept, only to get face slapped quickly.
But Mr. Radcliff felt it was a good slap, worth the embarrassnt.
As long as they could capture Hawkeye, he’d be willing to face slap a hundred tis!
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t directly address his apology, rely adjusted her hat brim, closed the laptop in front of her, saying: "Let’s talk after we catch him."
Mr. Radcliff saw her reaction, flushed with embarrassnt, loudly promising: "Rest assured, I guarantee we’ll catch him."
With ti urging him on, he made a quick apology to Nathalie Quinlan, then hurriedly left the coffee shop with Jeremiah Bonette.
Soon, the parked Wrangler outside drove away.
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