Chapter 445 - Chapter 445: Chapter 279: Do You Have a New Mission? (Please Subscribe) (2/2)
Whether they could overturn the Morgan Group’s Asia-Pacific Branch depended largely on the performance of these two agents.
In Lin Chuan’s view.
Hao and Hou, the two “newly promoted agents,” only needed to act naturally and not expose his existence to be perfect.
They performed quite well.
Soon, Lin Chuan saw an encrypted message sent by Hao.
Lin Chuan typed a series of characters, decrypted it, and saw his message content: “New Year’s Day.”
Concise and to the point.
This was the quintessence of being an agent.
Apart from encrypted messages, the messages transmitted by agents were often not lengthy. If it can be summed up in one word, no need for two, if it can be summed up in one phrase, then certainly not a whole sentence.
The messages sent by agents differed from files.
Files need to be precise and accurate.
For agents, each line of communication had its corresponding code words.
Like in the Virtual World, Mr. Lin and Qin’s code word was a dialectal ‘dear,’ which was ridiculous, and a set of dialectal code systems.
Even if it were exposed, others couldn’t decipher it.
Who would have thought they’d use authentic dialect as code?
Lin Chuan had also agreed with Hao — sending just one time meant the time for the other party to act.
Without a doubt.
New Year’s Day was the action time for the Morgan Group.
Lin Chuan sighed lightly, “Damn, I wanted to take a holiday on New Year’s Day, spend some quality time with Little Landlady, but you guys chose this time. Romantic as a brick!”
But, the command of the operation was ultimately in the other party’s hands.
New Year’s Day then, New Year’s Day it is.
Quick battle, quick decision!
Lin Chuan thought for a bit and then asked, “1, 2?”
1, in the code, stands for Yu Qin.
2, represents Lucas.
Meaning, are both Yu Qin and Lucas coming?
Very soon.
Pangolin A, Hao, replied: “1.”
Only Yu Qin would act, Lucas wouldn’t come.
Lin Chuan guessed that Lucas’s leg probably hadn’t fully healed, unsuitable for long-distance travel.
He then replied with a ‘3’.
3, which means the OK gesture.
Surely, not long after.
On Yu Qin’s side, under the alias of Monkey Editor, a message was sent to Xinxin, stating that Hao and Hou would head to Anling before New Year’s Day to discuss the copyright issue of “I Am Not the Medicine God”.
Driven by Lin Chuan, this trip composed of Yu Qin + Hao and Hou was perfectly facilitated.
The only uncertainty for Lin Chuan was which people Yu Qin would bring, where they would be distributed, and how they would act?
These were uncontrollable points.
Where was the Assassin?
While Lin Chuan was thinking about these fragmented issues, the notification bar at the bottom of the computer screen flickered with a message.
He slid the mouse and clicked.
“Still doing okay, idol? /GoodMorning.jpg”
This message was sent by Angelina.
For this book friend from North Bear, Mo City, Lin Chuan felt a sense of gratitude. Both sides were like good friends, sharing the same interests, and both were hackers.
Lin Chuan smiled, naturally resting his hands on the keyboard, and casually typed: “Thanks for asking, all is well.”
“So tired, couldn’t sleep all night. /Yawn.jpg” Angelina replied again.
“Having insomnia?” Lin Chuan asked.
The two chatted idly, speaking sporadically.
Angelina first sent a ‘shaking head’ emoji, then said, “Not really, just couldn’t sleep comfortably on the plane, the seat was too small, and I had to change flights; luckily, I didn’t bring much luggage.”
“Looks like you were on a very long flight,” Lin Chuan chuckled.
“It was quite long, almost over ten hours,” Angelina replied, then counterasked, “Why don’t you ask where I’m going?”
Lin Chuan paused, thought for a moment, and then replied, “As a hacker, on such a long flight, do you have a new task?”
At that moment.
Angelina was sitting on a chair outside a spacious corridor, next to a suitcase, hugging a black down jacket, wearing a black knitted sweater with a high collar, her pale skin appearing even whiter.
She looked through the corridor’s window, the sunlight bright, the scenery lush and green.
This was a stunning view completely absent in the winter of North Bear, Mo City.
Of course.
This place, compared to North Bear, Mo City, was much warmer.
She then looked at her phone again, where Lin Chuan’s message awaited.
A new task?
Well… kind of, hee hee.
Angelina smiled, holding her phone, and smilingly replied, “Consider it a new task, but one I set for myself.”
“Giving yourself overtime, huh? You’re too idle.”
Lin Chuan, as the chairman of the 720 company, had rarely seen self-imposed overtime.
“I do what I like, regardless if it’s idle or not,” Angelina had her own ideas.
Lin Chuan gave her a thumbs up: “/ThumbsUp.jpg.”
“Idol, you still haven’t guessed where I am,” Angelina, holding her phone, smiled as she typed a string of characters and asked.
“Let me guess, departing from Mo City, about ten hours on a plane, changing flights in between, then, you could fly to Europe’s Italy, are you going to see the Mafia?” Lin Chuan joked.
“Mafia? I’m not interested in them, guess again.”
Angelina waited playfully for Lin Chuan’s response.
“Then is it… Brazil?”
“Incorrect.”
“Africa?”
“That’s wrong too.”
“Canada?”
“/NO.jpg.”
“Maldives?”
“Getting closer.”
Angelina, smiling as she touched her phone, suddenly, from the corridor, a voice echoed —
“Angelina, hello, it’s your turn for the interview.”
Angelina looked up, immediately displaying a polite smile, nodding repeatedly, “Okay, okay.”
Subsequently.
She swiftly sent Lin Chuan a message: “Idol, my task is here, can’t chat anymore.”