Chapter 16 — My House Is 42 Degrees Hot, Turns Out It's A Horrifying Plot

On it is written the name of the billionaire in the recent file. I can't stand it anymore. Hastily covered his mouth. Severe vomiting. This is the devil's laboratory. An uninvited outsider who just stumbled into hell. Right at that moment. The laptop screen in front of me suddenly went dark. Entire directory. Full video. All data. Disappeared cleanly. A line of blood-red text appeared in the middle of the screen. Bringing with it a chilling, cold warning feeling.

“Security protocol has been activated.”

“The storage device is being traced.”

“Coordinates: 39.9 degrees North latitude, 116.3 degrees East longitude.”

That is the location of the scrap car yard. It's my position. This hard drive. Right from the moment it was opened. Has turned into a deadly tracking device. It's a trap. A death trap designed specifically for me. There were only two words left in my mind at that time. That blood-red coordinate sequence. Like a dagger. Close to my throat. This is a two-layer encryption trap. First floor. It's a security key. Tempting me to spend all my time and energy trying to decode it. Second floor. It's tracing. As soon as decoding is successful. My location will immediately be revealed. Even accurate to each coordinate. They've arrived. I can almost imagine it. A giant net is centered on me. Close quickly. I have no time to be afraid. The survival instinct overwhelms all emotions. I yanked the hard drive out of the laptop. Grab the backpack that Mr. Ly prepared. And the heavy flare gun looks quite powerful. I must leave this place immediately. I gently lifted a corner of the bus curtain. Look out. The scrap car yard is in the dark before dawn. Like a steel maze. Scaryly quiet. But it's that quietness. Takes my breath away again. I have a feeling. There were countless eyes looking at me from the darkness. Right at that moment. The sound of an engine rang out in the distance. Not one. But there are many. They are coming from many different directions. Surrounding the scrap car yard. None of them had their lights on. Like a pack of wolves hunting in the night. I can't go through the car door. Too obvious. I rolled my eyes and observed. Finally stopped at the emergency exit on the roof of the bus. I stepped on the chair. Use all your strength to push the rusty door. A stream of cold air carrying a metallic smell rushed in. I threw my backpack forward. Then climb along. Lying close to the cold roof of the car. Don't dare breathe loudly. Several black SUVs quietly stopped at the parking lot gate. The car door opens. More than a dozen men wearing black suits walked down. Synchronized movements. Professional. Well trained. The leader. It was the man in the black coat I had seen at the scene of the fire. His eyes were sharp as an eagle. Sweep across this iron and steel cemetery. They spread out in a fan shape. Step by step search deep inside. In his hand he seemed to hold some kind of detection device. Slowly approaching the bus where I was hiding. I can't wait anymore. I slid down from the roof of the car. Falling into the trunk of an abandoned truck next to it. Curl up in a dark corner. Heart beating madly. I have to escape this maze before I'm discovered. Take advantage of piles of scrap cars stacked as high as mountains as cover. Little by little I moved towards the side fence Over there in the parking lot. Every move is extremely careful. Just a small sound. It's enough to make me appear. The sound of footsteps got closer and closer. They have zoned this area. I hid behind a flattened car. A man in a black shirt passed by. The distance is less than five meters. In his hand was a tablet-like device. On screen. A red dot is continuously flashing. That's me. I am that red dot. The hand tightened the flare gun in the backpack. This is my only weapon. Right at that moment. There was a very soft sound behind me. My whole body immediately tensed up. I turned my head around. The man in the black coat is standing behind. Don't know since when. He silently circled behind me. There was no emotion on that face. Cold eyes. Like looking at a dead person. He spoke up. The voice is low and hoarse.

“The game is over.”

“Hand that over here.”

“I will let you die a little more comfortably.”

My mind is blank. I have been discovered. Cornered into a dead corner. Forced to the limit. Other black-shirted men also approached from all directions. Block all exits. I slowly stood up. Look at the man in front of you. On the contrary, he laughed.

“Want it?”

I raised the hard drive in my hand.

“If you want it, come get it yourself.”

The man in the black coat seemed surprised. Come to this country. I still dare to provoke him. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He walked towards me. Carry heavy pressure.

“It seems you chose the more painful path.”

I immediately pulled out the flare gun from my backpack. Lever the safety latch. Point it straight at him.

“Stop!”

I screamed.

“Do you know where this is?”

“This is a scrap car yard!”

“There is gasoline and motor oil everywhere!”

“Just need this thing to explode once.”

“We will all be blown into the sky!”

My threat made the crowd stop.