Stumbled Into An Alien Group Chat To Steal Advanced Technologies - Chapter 16

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

While George was observing the middle-aged man opposite him. the man was also staring at him. Finally, the middle-aged man recognized George.

“Are you the passenger from that day?”

“You are?”

George pretended not to remember who the man was. He had to do this. Otherwise, the other party would most likely link his motive in coming here to a direction that was not beneficial to him.

The taxi driver looked puzzled as he continued to stare at George.

“You don’t remember me!”

George noticed that he did not use a questioning tone. It seems the taxi driver had long recognized him.

George cursed in his heart, “Why do I have to recognize you!”

This guy had abandoned the car and ran away, causing himself to almost be burned to death in the car. He hadn’t even settled the score with him yet!

If it weren’t for his mentor informing Buck to rush over, perhaps his funeral would have been over by now.

The taxi driver had escaped at that time. A few hours later, he had turned back. When he saw that only the frame of the taxi was left from the fire and that George’s corpse in the car was nowhere seen, he thought that the police had cleared the scene.

“Sir, you’re really lucky to be able to escape from the car!”

Huh? What did he mean by that?

From the other party’s tone, George could sense that the taxi driver felt that it was a pity that he had not been burned to death in the car.

There was something wrong with this taxi driver. Perhaps he was not a taxi driver at all. Perhaps it was just a fake job that he used to hide his identity.

The strange thing was that after Buck had rescued him, he had informed the police nearby. Why hadn’t the police investigated the identity of the taxi driver?

Just as George was deep in thought, the taxi driver moved closer to him.

“Sir, I don’t know why you are here. Perhaps you’re here to find me, but the police have already investigated me, and I am innocent. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the police.”

The middle-aged man blabbered, but as soon as he moved, George was already on high alert. In his right pocket, there was a small-caliber pistol.

At this moment, George held the pistol in his right hand and pointed the muzzle in the direction of the middle-aged man.

George had purposely brought the pistol with him when he left the apartment.

If the other party made any threatening moves, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

Besides, when he entered the area, George had noticed a few surveillance equipment, so he was not worried about the consequences of shooting the other party.

With his current status, he believed that the judge would give the fair judgment that whatever he did was out of self-defense!

However, what surprised George was that the middle-aged man suddenly changed directions and walked towards the factory behind him.

It was as if the other party had lost interest in him in an instant, just like a hunter who chose to give up he saw that the prey was about to fall in his hands.

“Wait, is this factory yours too?” When George saw that the middle-aged man was about to enter the factory, he asked.

“No, this is my elder brother’s processing factory. Why, do you want to customize furniture?”

The middle-aged man stood at the gates of the factory and turned to look at George.

“If you’re really here to customize solid wood furniture, please follow me in. My brother should be in the factory now.”

After the other party finished saying this, he took no more notice of George and disappeared into the gates.

This was equivalent to having posed a difficult problem for George. A middle-aged man had appeared unexpectedly, who just so happened to be the taxi driver from before.

Something so coincidental had been encountered by George.

George looked at the factory gates and hesitated.

To enter or not to enter?

At this moment, the phone in his left pocket started to vibrate.

“Hmm? Who’s calling?”

Taking out his phone from his pocket, George saw that the caller was Captain Buck.

He held the phone as he observed his surroundings. The sound of machinery roaring was coming from the nearby factory, and he was very close to the gates of the factory. Obviously, this was not the place to talk.

Holding the phone, George walked out two intersections away before arriving at a relatively quiet place.

“Buck, it’s George. I couldn’t talk just now. Did something happen?”

Although Buck was still lying in the hospital recovering from his injuries, as a small captain of the secret service organization, the authority in his hands was still quite big.

“George, where are you now? If you’re in District 5, leave immediately!”

“Why?”

“As expected, you went to District 5 by yourself. Don’t ask why, just leave immediately. I’ll tell you the reason later!”

“Beep, beep…”

George heard the busy tone which indicated that Buck had hung up the phone. He did not have time to think about how Buck knew his whereabouts so clearly.

However, for Buck to inform him to leave this area immediately, it was most probably that something very dangerous was about to happen here.

George didn’t hesitate. Although he still had many questions, now wasn’t the time to think. He turned around and sped off the same way he came.

After passing an intersection, the factory was right in front of him. For safety reasons, George didn’t go straight through the factory. Instead, he went around to the street on the right and planned to leave District 5 by another road.

When he was in university, George had paid a lot of attention to his physical fitness. He went on marathons at least twice a week.

This allowed him to run longer than most people.

After more than ten minutes, George’s figure was already gone from District 5 and was now at the subway station.

George stood at the entrance of the subway station, calming the intense breathing caused by the long run.

He didn’t notice that more than a dozen people in different costumes had entered District 5 from different junctions. Their expressions were almost the same. If one observed carefully, it was not difficult to tell that they belonged to the same organization.

When his breathing calmed, George took out the old-fashioned phone card from his pocket. He couldn’t understand why the phone number Anna left would put him in such a dangerous situation.

Or rather, Anna never believed his words and had always regarded him as an enemy.

Leaving the phone number was just a trap that Anna had set up, waiting for George to dive headfirst into it.

Suspicions, frustration, and unwillingness to be beaten were the emotions that filled George’s brain.

He walked into the subway station with dazed eyes, and like a puppet, he numbly came to the subway platform.

The people around were either pouring in or making their way out of the station. A man in a gray jacket walked onto the platform and began to look for someone in the crowd.

Not long after, he found his target in the No.2 waiting area. He began to move, using his flexibility to weave through the crowd.

Soon, he came to the periphery of the No.2 waiting area. From his angle, George’s silhouette was very clear.

At this moment, the people around were either looking down at their phones or chatting with their friends. No one noticed him, and no one looked at the dispirited George.

After the gray-clothed man found his target, when he pulled his right hand out of his chest pocket, a pistol appeared in his hand.

When the gray-clothed man raised the pistol and aimed it at George’s head, the people who were very close to George were the first to find the black muzzle of the gun pointing in their direction. A girl in the crowd screamed out of fear.

George was jolted out of his daze by the scream. When he turned his head and realized that he was locked onto by the muzzle of the gun, he instinctively raised his palm to block it. In his palm was the old-fashioned phone card.

“Bang!”

The bullet whistled through the muzzle and shot at George’s head..