Chapter 511: Unconventional Measures

Chapter 511 – Unconventional Measures (Update 4)

It took a full three days.

P City was thoroughly searched, but there was no sign of the Black Mercenary.

A living person, and a foreigner at that—vanished without a trace?

Xiao Yu refused to believe it.

That left only one possibility.

The mercenary nicknamed ‘Black Dog’ wasn’t in P City!

According to the later testimony of the mercenary Mozart, there were two people responsible for their extraction.

The first was Tian Bang, known as ‘Dumb’.

He had once been a mercenary before retiring.

The other was a man named Jing Hanli, an insider—a so-called informant.

The role of an informant isn’t just something seen in movies; it’s a real profession.

Not only does every country have them, but the trade has even gone international.

They are also one of the notorious ‘Three Death-Defying Professions’.

What are the Three Death-Defying Professions?

First, mercenaries.

Second, assassins.

And ‘490’—third, informants.

Most people know there are two kinds of ordinary informants.

Red informants and black informants.

Red informants: undercover police operatives.

Black informants: idle members of society, recruited criminals seeking redemption.

But international informants are different; they function much like corporate spies.

They could be high-ranking executives, business owners, specialized technicians, or individuals in unique professions.

They provide specific intelligence for particular people or organizations.

Sometimes, they are nothing short of traitors—worse than turncoats.

They will stop at nothing for money.

That makes it one of the riskiest professions there is.

If caught, their fate is often gruesome!

Just look at the current interrogation room.

A man in his thirties wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts was cuffed to an interrogation chair.

His body was covered in tattoos.

He sported designs of qilin on his back and full-sleeve tattoos.

A huge gold chain dangled around his neck; he was quite the character.

Yet now he trembled like a quail.

He couldn’t help but shiver.

He’d been soundly sleeping at home when Group Nine’s members, fully geared like special forces, barged in.

When a series of dark, rifle muzzles were pointed at him, Jing Hanli literally pissed himself on the spot.

He was then dragged, like a stray dog, before Xiao Yu.

“Do you know why we caught you?”

Xiao Yu glared coldly at Jing Hanli.

“I… I don’t know!”

Jing Hanli stuttered in response.

“A white man and a black man.”

Xiao Yu said icily, “You were the one who picked them up from the Mountain Stronghold at the border and brought them into P City, wasn’t that so?”

Jing Hanli’s complexion, already pale, turned ashen at these words.

At the sound of that, his face turned the color of dust!

“So you knew already, then.”

Xiao Yu sneered, “How did the foreigners contact you? And what incentives did they offer? More importantly, who exactly are they?”

“I…” Jing Hanli faltered.

Bang!

A rifle butt in the hand of a Group Nine member struck Jing Hanli’s cheek.

Blood and teeth erupted from his mouth.

Xiao Yu and Group Nine had no time to waste.

When national security was at stake and mercenaries were involved, delays were not an option.

Such matters could not be postponed.

Even a second’s delay could spell disaster.

Did you think it was over?

“Safety on!” Xiao Yu said coolly.

Without hesitation, the members click-checked their rifles’ safeties and aimed at the still-screaming, helpless Jing Hanli.

“I’m giving you one chance.”

Xiao Yu’s voice was soft and calm: “Tell me, where is that black man?”

“I—I said, I said…”

Jing Hanli’s scream tore through the silence, an agonizing mix of despair and bodily fluids.

He could feel that Xiao Yu wasn’t joking.

He also sensed that any moment now, the surrounding members might open fire.

Faced with death, Jing Hanli’s mental defenses completely collapsed…

…

“Waste of time!”

Xiao Yu exited the interrogation room, rubbing his temples in frustration.

The suspect, Jing Hanli, had confessed willingly.

He was indeed an informant.

But merely a dog kept alive by the state, so to speak.

When needed, he’d be tossed a bone, and he’d bark like a loyal mutt.

The foreigners had only given him 200,000 won.

With that, he had sold out his country and taken people from the border Mountain Stronghold to P City.

Once in P City, Jing Hanli first dumped the white man, Mozart, at one location.

Then he delivered the black mercenary, ‘Black Dog’, to another spot—mission accomplished!

At that moment, Jing Hanli was delighted, thinking that making 200,000 won was a piece of cake.

But he hadn’t foreseen this.

Betraying his country, and in such a blatant manner.

He may have a knack for making money, but now he was out of luck.

Xiao Yu was too lazy to kill him—he didn’t want to dirty his hands!

…

What to do now?

Gazing up at the star-studded night sky, Xiao Yu fell into deep thought…

He was pondering one question.

Had ‘Black Dog’ left P City?

Local Criminal Police and National Security, together with the Armed Police, had scoured for three whole days without finding him.

Wasn’t that enough to confirm the answer?

No… Xiao Yu’s eyes hardened as he issued an order, “Find the biggest slacker in town!”

The lower a city ranks, the more petty hoodlums it has—you know the drill.

Since ancient times, there’s always been a saying:

“Cats take to alleys, dogs to their own paths, and rats to their holes.”

Humans interact on different levels, and so do their information channels.

If the police and National Security can’t find someone or get news from unknown sources,

it doesn’t mean that some special groups are in the dark.

Take, for instance, the petty hoodlums.

This group’s information network was a mixed bag,

yet it could reach every dark corner of the city.

Zhou Xiong, nicknamed ‘Brother Bear’, was a notorious local slacker.

But at this moment, as he stood before Xiao Yu,

his bear-like body, with a face full of jowls, trembled uncontrollably like a rickety sieve.

That was perfectly natural.

Any normal person, when cornered by a group of fully armed soldiers with guns pointed at his head,

would tremble without a doubt.

It was an unconventional yet highly effective deterrent.

Simple, brutal, and extremely effective!

“A black man has entered P City.”

Xiao Yu met Zhou Xiong’s eyes and said, “Know about 3.9?”

“…”

Zhou Xiong, his face drained of color, stood dumbfounded for a long moment before finally shaking his head, “I—I wasn’t paying much attention!”

Smart guy… Xiao Yu mused silently.

Even if he didn’t know, he wouldn’t pin it on him outright.

He was worried that if some of his little hoodlums found out, he’d take the blame later.

“Make a call. Send your people to look.”

Xiao Yu said coldly, “If you find him, you go home. If not, off to prison you go.”

If you’re going to be a notorious slacker in this town,

you can’t expect to skate by—each case gets cracked.

One path leads home; the other, to jail.

Zhou Xiong wisely pulled out his phone and called his contacts among the hoodlums.

Time slowly ticked by.

Two hours later, Zhou Xiong answered a call, and his expression changed instantly.

They’d found the man!