Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 503: 192, question: Me, a wanted criminal, if I steal the F22 design blueprints back to the country…_2

Lin Mo had originally thought it was to protect the four major local taxi companies of Rakshasa City, only to find that the most interesting part was yet to come.

The cars of the four major taxi companies also lacked the corresponding licenses, meaning they too could not enter the operational area of Rakshasa City International Airport.

How would they deal with the passengers’ transfer needs?

The amusing point lay right here,

somehow a newly established company, under the guise of stewardship, in reality provided the work of transferring passengers.

Not only was the service worse, but the charges were several times higher than the previous ride-hailing rates.

“Looks like some young master has started a new business!”

“One Chen Shanhe leaves, and there will be a Li Shanhe, a Zhang Shanhe, a Wang Sanhe.”

“Ah….”

Lin Mo sighed helplessly, not sure what to say about these matters, let alone intending to do anything about them.

He was just the most common of commoners, wanting nothing more than an ordinary life. With his own affairs still incomplete, he really had no mind to meddle in the business of others.

After checking out the other news in Rakshasa City without finding anything else of interest, Lin Mo started watching short video websites.

After all, three years had passed, and naturally, he could no longer find news about himself.

However, seeing the familiar streets, buildings, and hometown dialect of the domestic scenes significantly heightened his homesickness.

In the end, Lin Mo opened an app called Zhihu, typed in his own name, and began looking.

The biggest feature of this app was its mixed bag of users, encompassing all sorts of people who were adept at detailed analysis of all kinds of questions, starting with tens of thousands of words.

The posts usually began with someone “just off the plane in America”, or “thanks for the invite, I just had dinner with such and such CEO and happened to discuss the poster’s question.”

There were many analyses regarding Lin Mo and Chen Shanhe. Lin Mo read more than a dozen entries before arriving at a conclusion.

All nonsense.

Just as he was about to close Zhihu and switch to Tianya Forum or chat with the bros in Tieba, a mischievous thought suddenly came to Lin Mo’s mind.

He opened the posting page on Zhihu, thought for a bit, and entered a title full of intrigue.

[Hello everyone, I am a fugitive. If I could steal the blueprints for the F22 engine, as well as those for a nuclear submarine and a photolithography machine and bring them back to my country, would the state still execute me?]

After clicking the send button, Lin Mo put away his phone with a smile on his lips.

He was no Zhihu influencer or had any followers, so seeing replies from netizens might take a while.

Moreover, as Lin Mo posted just for fun, it didn’t matter to him if the post sank without a trace.

…

Meanwhile, in Grand Xia.

Rakshasa City.

Within a serene estate amidst the hustle and bustle.

As the Chinese New Year approached, the estate had already been decked out in festive lanterns and various decorations well in advance.

For ordinary people, the spirit of the New Year was fading; it was nothing more than an excuse to set aside their burdens and visit their aging parents at home.

Even more people were developing a deep dread of the New Year, fearful of being pressured into marriage by the elders back home.

There were those who hadn’t fared too well in the big cities; for them, returning to their villages for the New Year was even more painful than torture.

But for the wealthy who had already solved their material needs and begun enjoying their spiritual lives, the New Year took on great significance.

Elder Wu was one such person,

a traditional Rakshasa who still followed the most traditional way of celebrating the Rakshasa New Year.

Observing the first spring, dragon and lion dances, eating rice cakes, pasting couplets, burning the first incense, striking the head bell…

Although there was still more than a month until New Year’s, some of the ceremonies had already started being prepared in advance, especially since this year was also a major celebration for the Wu clan and was meant to be extremely lively.

At this very moment.

Wu Jingguo sat in a warm and comfortable room with a few old friends, eating hot pot and discussing recent events.

Outside the window, the cold wind was biting, but inside the room, it was steaming hot.

The contrast was very stark.

A slightly overweight elder laughed and said, “Elder Wu, I have to admire you. No matter how the blizzard rages outside, you still manage to sit steady on the fishing boat!”

“Just now, my subordinate sent me a message. Japan is in complete chaos, Chen Shanhe has gone to America, and now there’s completely no movement. I guess something unexpected must have happened.”

“Not just him, I’ve also just received another piece of news, Ichiro Toyota died unexpectedly of a heart attack!”

When mentioning the heart attack, the slightly overweight elder’s expression was one of contempt, clearly not unfamiliar with such tactics.

On hearing this series of news, everyone at the dinner table fell silent, looking at him with varying expressions, soon followed by voices of doubt and inquiry.

“Is that true?”

“Wasn’t it said that Chen Shanhe had already secured a firm foothold in Japan and had control over Ichiro Toyota?”

“What do you mean, both of them died in America?”

“Such a pity, I thought there would be a fierce fight between Chen Shanhe and Lin Mo!” @@novelbin@@

“If these words weren’t coming from your mouth, but someone else’s, I’d definitely think it was all bluff!”

The slightly overweight elder was specifically responsible for monitoring the happenings in Japan and the Japanese in Grand Xia.

So the veracity of the series of events he mentioned was very high.

Moreover, those present today were true magnates in their respective fields. Even if the overweight elder loved to joke, he would never jest in this setting.

Wu Jingguo was also taken aback for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

History ebbed and flowed, and the heroes of the world came wave after wave. No one was born to be a supporting role, nor was anyone naturally the protagonist.

Everyone relied on their own abilities to fight for their interests.

Chen Shanhe’s rise was due to his own capability, and now that he was taken out by someone else, it was that person’s ability.

Heroes in this world are like countless reeds across a river.

Wu Jingguo also felt a bit of regret that Chen Shanhe ended up dying in America instead of…

Just as this thought came to him, Wu Jingguo was suddenly startled.

Hmm?

Something wasn’t right.

Chen Shanhe’s whereabouts had always been within his grasp. He knew the things Chen Shanhe had done in Japan, and he also knew that he was the actual King of Japan.

In fact, if Chen Shanhe could continue to hold on to the throne, people would soon contact him, to discuss cooperation between the two nations.

But Lin Mo’s whereabouts were like a stone sinking into the ocean, completely disappeared.

Since Lin Mo had escaped the country, who knew how many eyes were waiting for him, how many organizations were searching day and night for news of him, but up to now, no one knew where Lin Mo and his family were hiding.

Some said his entire family had already died, while others believed they were probably struggling to survive, hidden in war-torn regions.

For Wu Jingguo, he preferred to believe that Lin Mo and his family were still alive, but perhaps not living well, since they had to evade the intelligence agencies of Japan every day, making their lives difficult.

For an individual to stand against a nation was far too difficult.

Yet, hearing the news today that both Chen Shanhe and Ichiro Toyota had met with misfortune, Wu Jingguo couldn’t help but think of a bold idea.

Could it be… could it be…

Could it be that things were not as he had imagined, that Lin Mo hadn’t fled to a war-torn area to live on the edge of death, but had gone to America?

Could all the intelligence they were currently receiving be the work of that Little Monkey?

With this thought in mind, Wu Jingguo, full of interest, asked, “Elder Zhang, you really flatter Wu Jingguo too much, I’m nothing more than an unaffiliated individual!”

“Rakshasa was a nation’s before, it is now, and it will be in the future!”

“However, I’m very interested in your intelligence. If you’re willing, you could share with us the details of the intelligence you just mentioned…”