Unfair.
Even if Song Wuli died, he would want three words carved onto his tombstone: It’s not fair.
After that woman left, Old Song rubbed his calf. It hurt a little, but it wasn’t a big deal.
He pulled up his pants and pulled up the zipper. Without the heavy weight of the Gravity Pearl, he felt a bit out of sorts; he actually missed it.
He crawled up from the ground, taking his time.
Supporting his strained lower back, he limped over to retrieve the hidden silver phone and stopped the recording.
Sitting in a chair to rest, he first took out his own phone and opened an app. It displayed a map of Yiri City, where a bright spot was currently moving.
That’s right. While Old Song wasn’t exactly brilliant, he wasn’t particularly stupid either; he at least knew how to install a tracker. He had installed a micro-tracker on the Gravity Pearl. It was tiny, so the power was naturally low. Consequently, the positioning had a slight margin of error and the update frequency was low, but overall, it wasn’t a big deal. He could see that after the woman left the company, she went around the back, avoiding the Special Dispatch Team and the Failure Team near the main entrance. While watching the tracking app, he pulled out the silver phone.
He replayed the footage he had just recorded.
The recording was quite clear.
From a third-person perspective, Old Song looked like a total fool, no different from any ordinary passerby you’d see on the street.
The woman’s movements during their fight were crisp and concise. There were no wasted motions; everything was geared toward efficiency, resolving the confrontation with the simplest and most direct actions.
Her style was completely different from the three sisters, Jin, Yin, and Hong. Even Huanhong and Jinluan, who specialized in close combat, seemed to have redundant movements compared to this woman.
Song Wuli pondered deeply. Had he ever seen someone like this before?
Whether in his world or Yinlin’s world, he had never seen a woman with such skill.
Was she from the Special Dispatch Team or the Failure Team? Or maybe she was from the Human Alliance?
Perhaps she was a dummy created by the Contract Goddess using magic? Just like the octopus.
Suddenly, a change occurred. The tracker on the Gravity Pearl disappeared, losing its signal.
Tsk, tsk. That woman really was smart. She probably found the tracker and destroyed it.
No need to panic; he had a backup.
Song Wuli opened the app and switched the signal source. The signal that had just vanished reappeared. That was the second tracker, which he had secretly stuck to the bottom of the woman’s foot.
This was one of the few instances of Old Song’s Great Wisdom.
The woman likely hadn’t discovered the second tracker yet, and she continued to leak her whereabouts.
She was now using a vehicle. The tracker’s speed had changed significantly, and there were large shifts in position every time the location updated.
This tracker lasted for quite a long time—a full half-hour.
The car stopped. The tracker stayed in the same spot for a minute and then lost its signal. It had been destroyed.
Had she reached her destination? Or had she intentionally stopped the car after discovering the second tracker midway?
Song Wuli opened the large map and marked the trajectory of the woman’s movements after she took the Gravity Pearl. He discovered that although she had taken many twists and turns and used some counter-tracking methods, her overall direction was toward the sea.
A question.
Was the destination the seaside? Why deliver it there? What was at the seaside?
After thinking for a moment, Old Song had a flash of inspiration.
Mr. Octopus!
It clicked! This was a perfect deduction on the level of Sherlock Holmes! Old Song stood tall and proud.
The Contract Goddess couldn’t move, so Mr. Octopus usually handled everything for her. It should be nothing for an octopus to go into the sea and cross the ocean to come here and take the Gravity Pearl.
The direction the woman had headed was also the seaside, clearly to deliver the goods.
Could there be any flaw in this reasoning? Not a single one! It was perfect!
After obtaining such a vital piece of intelligence, Old Song was in no mood to work.
His feelings were mixed. On the bright side, he had guessed the Contract Goddess’s little secret and identified her helpers.
On the downside, he had lost this round to the Contract Goddess, and the Gravity Pearl had been taken. Seeing that it was already very late, he didn’t bother going home and just laid out a mat to sleep at the office.
Closing his eyes, his ears were still filled with the thumping sounds of heavy machinery downstairs. It was annoying as hell.
But he endured it. He didn’t know if it was 1:00 or 2:00 AM when he finally fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes, it was already light out.
“Group Leader Song, you’re awake? Good morning.” He realized that Xiao Liu and the others had already arrived at the office.
“Yeah, morning.” Old Song checked his phone; it was almost time to start work.
He had actually slept for so long. He hurried up to wash his face.
“Old Song, look at the videos the colleagues posted in the group. It must have been noisy here last night, right? You actually slept through that?” Qian Dehao had also arrived, looking at him with disbelief.
“When you’re tired enough, you can sleep through anything. I’m not that picky.” Song Wuli had indeed waited until he was exhausted beyond measure before falling asleep.
Today was Monday, and there were plenty of troublesome things to deal with at the company. He had to write the weekly report and attend the regular meetings.
He felt that the matter of the Gravity Pearl should be settled for now. Old Song had also scheduled a time today, intending to have a meeting tonight with Jinluan and Huanhong to discuss how to deal with Green Field.
His schedule was packed.
The office was lively today. Everyone was working while chatting about what had happened last night.
When Xiao Liu came in the morning, the road downstairs was still blocked. People weren’t allowed near the Small Supermarket, and no one knew what had happened inside.
Song Wuli and a few guys from the programming group had slept at the company all night, so they should know what happened, right?
Old Song denied it, saying he had gone to bed early.
One of the guys from the programming group had actually worked overtime until 3:00 AM without sleeping and had seen everything downstairs clearly.
Supposedly, people from the Special Dispatch Team had carried something out of the Small Supermarket and filmed a video.
That thing was huge and covered with a black cloth, so it wasn’t clear what was inside.
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Anyway, it was lifted onto a truck and driven away.
Everyone could basically guess that the thing was what the soldiers were looking for. They weren’t idiots; they could definitely guess.
It’s just that no one knew what that thing actually did or why they were making such a fuss looking for it.
The company even spent an extra hour during today’s meeting talking about it.
In short, Old Song was exhausted both physically and mentally.
That was also why he looked a bit sluggish and listless when he arrived at the Building Shack that evening.
“So why the hell do we have to come here for a meeting so late at night?” Huanhong appeared somewhat dissatisfied.
“I can’t understand you. Speak clearly,” Yinlin said with a yawn.
“I’m saying, why the hell do we have to have a meeting here in the middle of the night? Was daytime not an option?” Huanhong repeated herself.
Jinluan also set down her tea and quietly listened to their conversation. She was equally curious about this question.
She didn’t know Yinlin very well. She rarely saw Yinlin normally, though she used to see her working at the milk tea shop during lunch breaks and late at night.
Lately, she saw her even less. She never saw her at noon, and even seeing her late at night had become rare.
“It’s not like everyone is as rich as some people, spending money during the day and spending money at night, thinking about nothing but eating, drinking, and having fun all day long.” Yinlin started being sarcastic again.
She didn’t name names, but she managed to insult both of them.
It was an act; she was staying in character, taking any chance to snap at others.