He opened a very blurry picture on his computer. Next to a car, a man and a woman were talking intimately. The picture information showed that this was in Taichuan City.
"Also in Taichuan?"
Barrett looked at him with disbelief, always feeling that this was something Cort had fabricated to trick him into sending more people. After all, the man in the picture, even from a distance, exuded an imposing aura, and he recognized him as Qin Ningyi.
Cort poked the screen, his fingertip pointing to the woman in the picture, "Isn't that the one you're looking for? We've done a technical comparison."
Only then did Barrett put on a stern face and lean in to examine it closely. "Where is she?"
"This is surveillance from half a month ago. Looking at these two, she's definitely by Chi You's side."
Hearing Cort say this, Barrett's expression improved slightly. "Let's wait for news."
He was busy going back to make arrangements and didn't want to waste time here with Cort. Seeing him turn to leave, Cort, still shaken by the assassination attempts he had faced in the past two days, called out to him, "Send people to protect me!"
"Coward!" Barrett spat. "After all these years, don't you have enough enemies?"
Over the years, Cort had offended countless people. Because of his excellent computer skills, those who had crossed him did not end well.
Cort had, for trivial personal grudges, hacked into the computers of several senators and exposed their scandals. Thus, while people respected him on the surface, they inwardly wished him dead.
The year the Battle Flag Alliance attacked, because a gang leader openly mocked him for being inferior to Chi You, he used his network technology to find the gang leader's home. If the gang leader hadn't been out, it wouldn't have just been his wife and children who died.
One incident after another, Cort truly had no shortage of enemies. While he enjoyed himself when he did these things, he spent every day afterward in hiding. If Cort hadn't owned numerous properties and had multiple escape routes, he would have died long ago after losing the protection of his superiors.
"Without me, you won't be able to get revenge! Barrett, you must ensure my safety!" Cort didn't care about being called a coward. After years of hiding and barely clinging to his life, he didn't want to die on the street just because he was exposed during this pursuit.
He had to live, to live to collect Chi You's corpse.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but murmur, "Chi You, are you still alive?"
The "Chi You" he was speaking of was currently surrounded by a group of people.
Taichuan City.
After Qin Ningyi hung up the phone, he looked coldly through the car window at the people surrounding them, his eyes like a hurricane carrying dust.
Although there were many shady dealings in the business world, and no shortage of ruthless individuals, no one had ever dared to make a move against him in Taichuan City.
"Who are you?!" the driver shouted at the people outside through the car's loudspeaker.
They had decided to go to the airport at the last minute and hadn't brought many people. The car was relatively safe, and venturing out would be like throwing themselves to their deaths.
The car windows were made of specially treated glass. The people outside were mouthing words, but not a sound could be heard inside.
"President Qin..." The driver looked back at Qin Ningyi after carefully observing for a while, "They seem to be saying they want to kill us?"
It sounded like a joke, but the driver couldn't bring himself to laugh.
Qin Ningyi looked at the device on one of their cars, then down at his phone. As expected, he saw a red exclamation mark indicating "Message Failed to Send."
They were indeed well-prepared, having even brought a signal jammer.
It seemed they intended for him to perish here.
With the reinforcement call failed, Qin Ningyi calculated the number of guards and thugs from the Liu family who had been following him when they left. This battle was not without a chance of victory.
"You stay in the car." Qin Ningyi dropped this sentence to the driver, then reached under his seat, pulled out a gun and a dagger, and quickly opened the door to get out.
"Try to kill one."
Qin Ningyi spun to dodge an incoming slash and moved to the side of the marksman.
Numerous cars surrounded them tightly. Their attacks were fierce and relentless, gunshots echoing continuously, showing no fear of the surrounding traffic or pedestrians.
The cold wind was sharp, and the setting sun in the sky was a deep red, reflecting the gushing blood. The scene was exceptionally shocking.
Qin Ningyi pressed a hand to his chest, where blood was spurting, and with bloodshot eyes, he loaded a bullet into the mouth of the person in front of him.
The last one.
It was over.
He stumbled back two steps, panting heavily.
"Young Master Qin!" A voice called out, urgent and distant.
He looked towards the newcomers. Amidst a haze of red, he hoarsely said, "Don't let, An'an, see."
The moment he was helped into the car, a flicker of relief crossed his mind.
Fortunately, A Rou wasn't here.
It was quite embarrassing.