Chapter 331: Chapter 326: Grave Digging! Chapter 331: Chapter 326: Grave Digging! Overseas Province, Country F.
In a quiet hotel, pale fingers were typing furiously on the keyboard.
After a while, she stopped her movents and closed her laptop.
Setting down everything in her hands, she then picked up the equipnt she needed.
Finding these items on the black market in such a short ti was already quite an achievent.
After checking everything carefully and finding no mistakes, Shen Yan put on her baseball cap and left.
Elsewhere at that mont, Qi Si’s people were verifying the authenticity of a 3D image, which, if genuine, would be highly advantageous for their upcoming operations.
*
Country E.
The castle of the Pacino Family.
The young man in charge, Horieff Pasino, was receiving a secret docunt.
Horieff’s face suddenly changed as he looked at the faxed docunt, his tall figure standing up imdiately, “How is this possible?”
The woman he had dealt with was already dead; he hadn’t even had ti to save her before she died.
But now, soone was sending him a transaction code using her na.
She had helped him a great deal last ti, enabling him to secure his position.
And he had promised her one thing.
To do a difficult task for her.
But before he could start, he had heard the bad news about her.
He thought he would never see this transaction docunt again, but now it was right in front of him.
This was insane!
“Shen, is that you?”
The young, handso man gently stroked the docunt, his blue eyes filled with icy coldness. That base—he would destroy it one day.
Horieff stared at the cryptic instructions on the docunt.
After deciphering them, his expression changed again, “Help soone from Country Z, is this a joke? How is that Qi surna related to the base?”
Even if it was a trap, Horieff would still go.
That night, a subtle alarm went off at the Pacino Family’s castle, and the scattered operatives gathered at once.
They were about to pull off a big job, and everyone was tingling with excitent.
They all had been getting rusty, and finally, they could stretch their muscles.
*
The wind at night blew fiercely.
Autumn had arrived.
Shen Yan wrapped her thin coat around herself, lifted the brim of her baseball cap, and walked confidently toward the direction of the church.
Just opposite the cetery was the small chapel, which also led to that base.
“Whoosh!”
A gust of wind ruffled the treetops.
Just as Shen Yan passed that spot, she suddenly leaned back, her dark eyes intently fixed in one direction.
She had an intense feeling.
That cetery carried an aura she intensely disliked…
What was it?
“Caw, caw…”
Only two steps closer, a line of crows perched on the tombstones took flight, screeching and wailing eerily.
The sight would have scared anybody to death.
Shen Yan, however, moved as though she was entering a beautiful manor, slowly walking forward.
Suddenly, she stopped.
Her dark eyes narrowed slightly as she stared coldly at a particular tombstone.
Her gaze lowered to the mark denoting strong genes.
Number 1 strong gene.
So this was how they branded themselves.
“Tsk.”
Shen Yan snorted in derision.
Then she turned and walked away.
About half an hour later, a figure could be seen carrying a shovel, kicking over a deeply buried tombstone with one kick.
She started digging imdiately!
“Huff, huff…”
Shen Yan dug with gusto.
The surrounding black crows curiously fluttered back, perching not far away and staring intently at Shen Yan’s movents.
“Huff, puff.”
Having dug down deeper, Shen Yan jumped right in and took out the bones that were packed in a big box.
Upon opening it, she was greeted by a pungent stench.
“All I have left is this pile of stinking bones; how pitiful,” Shen Yan clicked her tongue in sarcastic amusent, then closed the box lid again.
Shen Yan had originally planned to push the mud back in place, but after a thought, she walked over to the gravestone that had been kicked far away and lifted it, shattering it to pieces.
Turning around with a shovel on her shoulder and a box nearly as wide as her body in one hand, she continued to walk forward.
In the dead of night, the silver waves rolled in with the stars.
Shen Yan rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs, standing at the edge of the beach… washing bones.
No matter how one looked at it, this scene was incredibly eerie!
Shen Yan counted the bones; they were not complete.
“Clang!”
The bones fell into the box, making a strange sound.
“Even the skeleton isn’t complete; I truly am pitiable,” Shen Yan hugged the large box and flung her shovel into the sea, then returned to shore.
She needed to choose a geomantically blessed spot to bury herself.
She climbed into the church, tore off the woven cloth covering a statue of a priest, wrapped the bones in it, and then threw the box into the cabin of the living priest.
*
“Bang bang!”
Shen Yan was woken up by so disturbance.
She sat up and pulled back the bedside curtain to look outside.
A conflict seed to have erupted in the small town, inciting public outrage.
Hence the noise.
“Clatter.”
Shen Yan’s movents were sowhat large, causing the bones wrapped in cloth to fall to the ground.
She picked them up and tossed them back onto the bed, then went into the narrow bathroom to wash up.
Afterward, she asked the owner of the inn for a woven bag; upon seeing her take bones out to put into it, his eyes grew wide, looking at her with great peculiarity.
Shen Yan pointed at the bag and said unblinkingly, “These are artificial bones.”
The owner finally realized and burst into laughter, repeatedly saying he had overreacted.
Shen Yan thought for a mont and placed the bones on the table. “These have a use in dical research. I still have so matters to handle, which might take about ten days. I want to store them here temporarily. I’ll pay for it, and this will be the daily rate.”
Shen Yan held up five fingers and then took out the euros she had exchanged.
Seeing this, the owner’s eyes sparkled with delight.
He grabbed the euros laid on the table, “Don’t worry, I will keep them very safe for you.”
He then hung it directly on the wall of the cash register behind him.
Shen Yan was about to speak, then swallowed her words.
Having taken Shen Yan’s money, the owner felt a bit embarrassed and warmly offered, “Do you need help cleaning them?”
“No, don’t let anyone touch it. It’s my property. If it’s lost, I will seek compensation from you for an exact replacent,” Shen Yan said in French, and the other party, thinking she was joking, laughed heartily and said he would remind the staff to watch over it.
Shen Yan raised her phone and began recording.
“I need to leave a legally effective piece of evidence; please repeat what you just said.”
Owner: “…”
*
On the edge of the jungle.
Shen Yan leaped from the towering treetops and sprang out like a cheetah.
“Rustle!”
Soone passed by in front.
Shen Yan’s figure once again soared up the tree, perfectly concealing her presence and form.
Her progress was swift.
Not even the fastest, most venomous creatures in the jungle could catch up with her.
She had perfected her disguise.
She was also thoroughly familiar with every inch of land inside and out of the base.
As for inside the base, she was even more familiar than before.
Unless they had remodeled in these past two years.
But such fortress-like buildings couldn’t just be altered at will.
So, entering at this ti was like strolling in her own backyard.
The trickiest part wasn’t the buildings, wasn’t the technology, but those people…
This was the periphery, too easy for her to co and go.
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