Chapter 442: Chapter 277 I Refuse This Mission! (Please Subscribe)_2
If he were discovered and inadvertently made an enemy, plunging himself once again into danger, that would be a foolish move.
So, Lin Chuan first tried to communicate with custor service.
Custor service was from the BM website.
They neither knew the identity of the bounty’s sponsor nor would they reveal the sponsor’s information; that was the rule.
However, they had a way to contact.
This was very crucial.
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Another key point—the task, as a multimillion-dollar level assignnt, had very stringent requirents for the assassin’s identity.
A new account would not even stand a chance of being looked at.
Not just new accounts, but also those who were unknown were similarly disregarded; those selected were the cream of the crop among assassins.
Their reputation would certainly be well recognized in the assassin circles.
Fortunately, Lin Chuan had an assassin account on the BM website.
A real Assassin!
Cough cough, just joking.
Lin Chuan’s account was given to him half-sold, half-given.
In the dark web, everything could be traded, including assassin accounts. If an assassin no longer wanted the job and wished to “wash their hands of the bowl,” they would sell or gift their account. The next assassin would inherit the account and also the previous assassin’s code na.
Last ti, an assassin had tried to kill the head of the Old Street Factory District, Old Bao.
That assassin wanted to quit after completing that job.
Coincidentally, at that ti, the Baisheng Group was investigating Old Bao’s death and looked into many assassin accounts. To avoid detection, that assassin half-sold half-gave their account to Lin Chuan.
As a Hacker, Lin Chuan handled the account with ease.
The Baisheng Group quickly lost the trail of the assassin, and Old Bao’s death ca to nothing.
Now, Lin Chuan logged into this half-sold, half-given account.
Assassin code na: Twenty-eight (28).
Then, he browsed the BM website using the ’28’ account, found the bounty board, and clicked on the first bounty list, where a website prompt appeared.
—Do you want to take on this task?
—Yes
—No
Lin Chuan chose Yes.
Imdiately, a chat window-like screen appeared on the right side of the website.
Through this chat window, he could communicate with the custor service representative from the BM website.
“Hello, Assassin 28.”
The custor service popped up with a ssage.
Lin Chuan didn’t beat around the bush and directly got to the point, typing swiftly in English, “I want to take on this task.”
Lin ‘King of Killers’ 28 Chuan, in such monts, had no need for politeness or decorum; he got straight to the point to save ti, so he used the most efficient way to communicate.
“OK, I have sent your information to the sponsor for review, it should take about half an hour to get a response,” the BM website custor service replied patiently.
The information that custor service sent was, naturally, the original set belonging to Assassin 28.
That was the ‘advantage’ of buying an account.
Getting approved was easy.
Lin Chuan patiently waited for 30 minutes.
Custor service didn’t disappoint him, sending a private ssage: “28, your assassin information has passed the preliminary assessnt by the sponsor. Now, I will arrange for the sponsor to contact you. Please pay attention to any friend requests or private ssages.”
Accepting a task as an assassin, was sowhat like ‘finding a job which required going through the process of sending a resu, written tests, and interviews.’
Online communication was indispensable.
It was even more probable that one had to make contact offline, to lay out specific action plans that had to be approved before one could comnce.
The more professional the assassin organization, the more likely this was the case.
Lin Chuan sat quietly.
He had already monitored this account online, aning that if anyone ssaged this account, he was confident he could find the user’s IP address.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to such trouble to wait here.
It was roughly two minutes.
An orange-red ‘1’ notification appeared on Assassin 28’s private ssage.
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It ca.
Lin Chuan imdiately clicked on the private ssage.
The sender’s na was ‘Big Tiger’, and even the profile picture was a ferocious large tiger, with the ssage content—
“I have to say one thing, this task is very, very challenging, but we will not pay in advance, nor will we owe you, our only requirent is that we want him alive. As for your information, I’ve already looked it over, and it’s barely passable, but the risk is huge. Are you still willing to accept this task?”
Lin Chuan just glanced over it and smiled faintly, “Of course.”
“OK, I like warriors like you,” Big Tiger replied.
Big Tiger, Lin Chuan didn’t know whether he was the mysterious financier behind the scenes, and he was currently tracing Big Tiger’s IP address and location.
The results would be out very soon.
Lin Chuan continued to chat with Big Tiger, boasting about his forr assassin achievents, this was a show of muscle—
“Tiger, my professional abilities are top-notch. Since I learned to ride a rocking horse, I’ve been training in assassin skills, you know what they say, ‘Kung Fu is the art of killing,’ and that’s exactly what mine is.”
“Nice!”
A smile imdiately appeared on Big Tiger’s face, worrying that he couldn’t find an assassin capable of beating Lin Chuan.
According to his understanding of Lin Chuan, he appeared to be a harmless web novel writer, but this web novel writer had authored books on the assassin profession.
Others only wrote about it, but Lin Chuan could really make it happen.
This is why his side has exceptional requirents for assassins, they must have so physical skills, like free fighting, combat, etc.
Those assassins who could only pretend to be truck drivers would have to stand back.
Of course, talk is cheap.
Lin Chuan again displayed his ‘real achievents,’ describing them vividly.
The original owner of the Killer 28 account did indeed have so impressive achievents, but those are usually not disclosed publicly as part of confidentiality.
Therefore, what an employer could see was just the volu of orders taken on the account and the completion rate.
Fortunately, this account had a high number of orders taken and a high completion rate.
Big Tiger believed him seventy to eighty percent.
Lin Chuan continued to entice Big Tiger.
However, Big Tiger was very cautious and didn’t leak a single crucial piece of information about himself or the financier.
Lin Chuan had no choice but to pin his hopes on the tracked IP address.
Tracking down the IP address was his forte!
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North Bear, Mo City.
This ti zone is five hours behind Han River.
Therefore, while it was 9:30 pm for Lin Chuan, it was only 4:30 pm in Mo City.
One thing was the sa, though.
Due to the high latitude, by around 4 pm in December, the dusky blue of night had already descended on Mo City.
A young woman in a black down jacket and high-top black leather boots walked through the falling snowflakes.
She wore a hat on her head, her hands tucked into her pockets, and her light golden hair hung down, covering most of her cheek, only revealing a pair of clear, bright eyes like autumn water.
Just by seeing those eyes, one could tell that the hidden cheeks must be very beautiful.
The wind whistled.
This elf-like girl quickened her pace, leaving a series of footprints in the snow that vanished as more snowflakes fell.
She was heading towards the suburbs.
This was a secluded place.
Ahead was a slightly old Russian-style building, heaped with snow, almost as if one could sniff the sll of its antiquity.
The young woman approached this building, pushed open the door, and entered a room.
Inside was also a person wearing a hat.
He handed the girl a letter.
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The air was filled with the fresh scent of soil and plants intermixed with the faint aroma of cooking smoke, involuntarily slowing one’s pace to take deep breaths and appreciate this rare tranquility and harmony. The silhouettes of the trees softened and blurred in the night, as if they were ancient guardians of the land, silently standing and protecting each soul returning ho.
As night completely fell, stars began to twinkle in the sky, like the most distant lighthouses in the universe, guiding those who travel by night. Moonlight, like liquid, spilled across the vast fields, draping the earth in a veil of silver, making everything appear so gentle, so peaceful. Occasionally, a night bird would flit through the treetops, leaving behind a few crisp calls, adding vibrancy and life to the scene.
At this mont, the country cottages on the outskirts of Moscow also began revealing their unique charm. The warm light shining through windows was like the softest eyes in the night sky, inviting the weary traveler ho. From the chimneys of each ho, smoke spiraled up, rging with the surrounding scenery, forming picturesque pastoral landscapes.
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