coobybook Chapter 462 What are the conditions for becoming his friend?
Chapter 462 What are the conditions for becoming his friend?
The target person has appeared frequently in this city recently, and they plan to seize this opportunity to meet him as soon as possible.
However, their plan was disrupted by an unexpected news: local intelligence officers told them that the target had gone to a private island, a place that only the friends of the island owner could enter.
Huo Han frowned, feeling that things were not simple.
"A friend of the island owner?" Huo Han asked coldly, "What are the conditions for becoming his friend?"
The intelligence officer said cautiously, "There are two ways, sir. One is to become his friend by giving him gifts and spending money on them. The other way is to go to the Black Market and help the island owner find a rare item. The latter is quite difficult, but it is more likely to win the island owner's favor."
Huo Han was silent for a moment. His intuition told him that this was all an elaborate conspiracy. He sensed a slight hint of a trap.
"They're deliberately leaving clues to lure us in, then setting up difficult situations to try to wear us down," Huo Han said, a cold glint in his eyes. "It's a trap." A seasoned member of his staff also expressed concern. "Boss, what do you think we should do?"
Huo Han took a deep breath.
"Let's choose the second option and look for that thing on the black market," Huo Han said firmly. "I don't believe such a person would be tempted by money."
Huo Han continued, "We can't be led by their schemes. We have to break this conspiracy in our own way."
Huo Han stood at the hotel window, gazing at the cityscape at night, his heart filled with conflicting emotions. He knew he was walking into a trap, but he had no choice. Domestic business was still unfinished, and this trip must not be in vain.
"Boss, what should we do?" A subordinate walked up to him and broke the silence in a relaxed tone.
"Black market." Huo Han took a deep breath and turned to look at him. "Go find that thing."
Huo Han's eyes were firm, and his subordinates knew that the decision had been made.
Meanwhile, Lian Haolong also got the lead and anxiously picked up his phone to contact the woman in China. He didn't want to waste time on the black market and thought it would be quicker to pay. When the call went through, he eagerly asked, "What should I do? Should I pay or go find that thing?"
The woman on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment: "Let's go to the black market first."
Lian Haolong was a little displeased, but he knew that her decisions were always accurate.
Lian Haolong slammed the phone shut, cursed, and turned to his men: "Let's go to the black market."
The complicated news had spread throughout the city, and every faction was interested in this mysterious clue. After all, they all knew who the owner of the island was. No one wanted to miss the opportunity to get to know him.
On the 243 side of the black market, there was already a lot of noise.
The arrival of Huo Han and Lian Haolong was just the beginning. Gradually, various forces gathered in the depths of the black market, and even the police were mixed in. Although they were more
The place is waiting and watching.
This was a dangerous game, everyone knew it. No one could explain exactly what they were looking for, but they knew it wasn't good. Otherwise, why would the island owner set such a rule?
Lian Haolong walked through the narrow streets of the black market, his eyes gleaming. He knew full well that this was just a test, a game designed to lure everyone into the tiger's den. But he had no choice; he had to go in, even though he knew there was a trap.
The black market was teeming with people, creating an invisible pressure that made the atmosphere frenzied and tense. Their eyes were filled with greed, fear, and anxiety, all eager to find that mysterious item, a ticket to a hidden island.
Some began to suspect this was just a prank by foreign tycoons, while many more were convinced it was a test of their sincerity. The city, once a calm place, suddenly became bustling, like the eye of a storm.
The black market was bustling with people of all kinds, a vibrant scene. But as the search deepened, conflicts broke out in corners of the market. Fights, shouts, and angry curses echoed. However, these disputes were always quickly suppressed thanks to the strong intervention of the black market managers.
During this time, Huo Han and his men delved into the black market. They inquired along the way, generously paying for every clue. But in this world, information is always the most expensive commodity.
They came to a junk stall. A skinny old man sat behind the stall, his face wrinkled like withered bark. His eyes were dim and cunning, clearly a seasoned veteran.
Huo Han whispered to his men, "Go ask him and see if he knows anything."
The man nodded, stepped forward, and began to confer with the old man. Their voices were low and hoarse, drowned out by the clamor of the black market.
Suddenly, a big man rushed out from the crowd, waving a rusty machete, his eyes wide open, filled with madness and panic.
"This thing is mine!" he roared, pointing the sharp tip of the knife at the stall.
Huo Han frowned. He didn't want to cause a pointless conflict, but the situation forced him to intervene. He walked towards the large man and said coldly, "We can discuss what you want, but don't do this."
However, the big man seemed to have gone crazy. He did not listen to Huo Han's words and just waved his knife wildly.
Huo Han took a deep breath and rushed towards the big man. His movements were nimble and swift. In a flash, he was at the big man's side. He kicked the big man in the knee and then punched him hard in the stomach.
The big man let out a painful roar, and the knife in his hand flew out of his hand and flew into the air, while his body fell heavily to the ground.
Huo Han looked at the large man on the ground, a flicker of disgust in his eyes. He turned back to the old man's stall and said to his men, "Continue."
Deep in the black market, danger can strike at any time and anywhere. In this world, only the strong can survive, and the weak will be eliminated.
The black market was a hodgepodge, a medley of good and bad, bustling with activity. Amidst the bustle and chaos, Huo Han and his team had already inquired with the three individuals (King Zhao's associates) selling information. While their expenditure wasn't excessive, the clues they obtained seemed of little value, clearly demonstrating a low efficiency.
Huo Han frowned and decided to change his strategy. He gathered his men and said, "We need to try a different approach. Each of you will act individually and find someone who is selling clues. Then, stake out your position near them. If someone comes to buy a clue, you will secretly write it down. When we meet again, we will analyze it together."
A group of people quickly responded, dispersing to various corners of the black market. Huo Han chose the largest market. He stood aside, quietly and cautiously observing a portly merchant. This man had a rich variety of goods, attracting many people to come and inquire.
The market was bustling with activity, the air pulsing with the cacophony of voices, shouts, and laughter. Despite his severely impaired vision and hearing, Huo Han kept his eyes fixed on the merchant, trying to capture his every move. He knew that even the slightest inattention could lead to missing crucial clues.
Time passed little by little, and night fell. Huo Han and his team members met in a secluded corner. They reported the information they had obtained to Huo Han one after another. Huo Han listened and carefully recorded it in a small notebook.
"Boss, that guy named Ali sold a map that looked very old to a man 317, but I didn't see the specific content clearly." A team member reported.
Another added: "I saw the man who bought the map. He was followed by four people. They didn't look like ordinary tourists."
Huo Han nodded and said, "Okay, remember the person who bought the map and keep an eye on him tomorrow."
Although these clues seemed disjointed, Huo Han knew that this was the rule of the black market. The truth was often hidden amidst chaos and meaninglessness, and only through patient searching could one gradually discern the truth.
After a full day spent in the black market, Huo Han decided to return to the city gate to see what was happening. He wanted to know how many people this incident had attracted, and also hoped to gain a clearer understanding of the foreigner's movements. He had a feeling that there must be some hidden secret behind all this.
The city at night was no quieter than during the day. Huo Han sat quietly in the shadows of the city gate, his gaze like a falcon, piercing the veil of darkness and firmly locked on the bustling city gate. Immersed in this silence and alertness, Huo Han maintained a detached sensitivity to everything around him.
It was almost evening, and Huo Han was about to retreat to dinner when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure slithering through the crowd: a policeman. A thought struck him, and he immediately slowed his breathing and quietly followed.
Huo Han followed the police through one winding alley after another, and finally saw them stop in a secluded place. He watched quietly, and then, suddenly, the police turned around and attacked him directly.
The police's movements were so swift that Huo Han hadn't anticipated them. Without time to think, he instinctively reacted and engaged the officer head-on. Their fists clashed in the narrow alley, their momentum surging.
Suddenly, the police officer's gaze fixed on Huo Han's face, and he paused in surprise. Huo Han's heart instantly rose to his throat, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his heartbeat.
The policeman looked at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Are you Huo Han?"
Huo Han nodded. He was a little overwhelmed by the other party's surprise, but he still tried to remain calm: "It's me. Why are you here?"
The policeman gave a wry smile, with a helpless look in his eyes: "I was also looking for clues, but I didn't expect to meet you."
In the darkness of the night, their conversation was low and tense, just like the strange atmosphere in this city, mixed with many unknowns and dangers.