Chapter 120: Chapter 119 Tracker Chapter 120: Chapter 119 Tracker …
Chaoyang sat down in front of the computer with a steaming bowl of instant noodles, slurping a strand while staring at the screen.
If his identity as the creator of Paradise was set aside, his current lifestyle bore no difference from that of an ordinary person. To minimize ti spent outside, he relied on takeout for food and beverages, while entertainnt consisted of listening to music and browsing forums. The gas he used to be passionate about had now lost their appeal—after all, his experiences in another world had been thrilling enough.
However, the proportion of ti dedicated to entertainnt was ultimately small.
Even on Earth, he still had many tasks to attend to, among which the most important was to regularly monitor the players’ movents and observe the impact Paradise had on them.
Although his Cyber Eye ability could penetrate all cyber defenses, it also ant he had to rely on his own eyes and brain to filter through the massive amounts of intelligence, which was quite exhausting to so degree.
Of course, he could abandon this monitoring or simply check emails and call logs casually, but that would clearly be neglecting his own safety. Especially considering the players of Paradise were all either wealthy or noble, their social circles could easily stir up a storm, and overlooking any changes could end up with him suffering the consequences.
This was one of the reasons why Chaoyang had always been cautious in expanding the number of players.
If every ti there were a dozen or so players participating in the ga of Paradise, he wouldn’t be able to keep up with checking their backgrounds afterward.
When Chaoyang finished the last bite of noodles and connected his consciousness to the network of the island prison holding Joe Jas, he couldn’t help but let out an “Eh?”
The surveillance footage showed that Joe Jas was gone.
Had the extradition process already begun?
He quickly hacked into the prison database, searching under the na Wayne Jas, and the result was far beyond his expectation.
The man had no information at all.
This was very strange, indeed.
Whether it was a trial, a transfer, or an extradition, none of these would cause a person’s information to vanish into thin air, just like a person moving from elentary to middle school would leave information at both schools. Now even Joe Jas’s imprisonnt records had disappeared, aning that the prison never had such an inmate to begin with!
Chaoyang put down his chopsticks, his expression turning serious.
The first thing he searched for was the prison’s surveillance records, but soon he discovered that the earliest record was only from three days ago. Then in the warden’s email, he found a ssage about upgrading the surveillance system, which indeed ntioned the replacent of the entire prison’s caras and storage devices. This could explain why network access only went back three days.
But to say this was a coincidence would be too convenient.
The most important question remained: where had Joe Jas gone?
Chaoyang thought for a mont and decided to expand the search to the prison staff—he compiled all of their text ssages and email records, then specifically examined the period between the third and fourth rounds of the ga. After over two hours of searching, a text ssage from a cleaning staff mber nad Anklei caught his attention.
“Mom, I’ll be ho late today. The laundry room suddenly lost power, and we weren’t notified in advance. I still have two big bins of sheets and a bin of prisoner uniforms to wash, so you and my sister don’t have to wait for to eat.”
A power outage?
Chaoyang tapped the desk subconsciously. Why hadn’t the prison guards ntioned this incident?
The seaside prison was equipped with electronically controlled cell doors, and a power outage would cause all the doors to lose their ability to open and close. Although there were backup generators, if the doors malfunctioned and couldn’t be closed, locking due to the power failure, the most anxious ones would certainly be the guards present.
But what was odd was that among the more than one hundred strong surveillance team, not one had complained about the power failure.
He checked the local power utility’s briefing and found that there were no scheduled power outages on that day. There were three maintenance records, but all of them occurred in the old district of City L, none related to the prison.
Chaoyang rubbed his eyes, suddenly feeling a premonition that Joe Jas would never appear before people again.
New problems had surfaced.
If soone had indeed erased Joe Jas’s tracks without anyone noticing, who could that person be?
His first suspect was naturally Tyler.
This man was a friend of Joe Jas and was absent from the third round of the ga. Including the interval between the third and fourth rounds, he indeed had the ti to commit the cri.
However, Chaoyang had checked Tyler’s identity several tis and found no obvious issues. He was born into a wealthy family in City L and had a traceable history from elentary school to university graduation. The pharmaceutical company he ran was quite ordinary, a part of his family’s business. Aside from being very rich, he and Joe Jas were considered different types of people.
Chaoyang could even track Tyler’s whereabouts during his absence—he was on his way to a eting in Germany, and caras in both locations had captured footage of him entering and leaving the airport.
If not Tyler, then who else could it be?
Anthony? He did seem to have problems with the Aricans, but he didn’t have the clout to cause trouble on Britannia Island.
The likelihood of Qianyuan iko and Zhang Zhiyuan being involved was even lower.
Chaoyang rubbed his sowhat sore neck and leaned back in his computer chair, exhaling deeply.
Could there be soone else targeting Joe Jas, and had this incident been unrelated to Paradise from the very beginning?
After all, the man was an international fugitive with business interests that included illegal psychoactive drugs; he would undoubtedly have made a lot of enemies, and being silenced due to conflicts of interest seed plausible.
An unsolicited ssage from a janitor flashed through Chaoyang’s mind.
“The laundry room suddenly lost power, but there was no prior notice…”
“But there was no prior notice.”
“No notice.”
A sudden shock hit him!
What if this was leading in another direction? What if Joe Jas’s disappearance was not due to a grudge but a public operation involving the entire prison?
Then the prison guards would naturally not discuss the power outage.
Because they knew it was destined to happen, and they needed to maintain confidentiality about the event as part of their duty.
But Anklei was different.
He was just an insignificant lower-level worker whose position was always in flux; nobody would include them in any plan.
Following this assumption, wouldn’t it an that the orchestrator anticipated that soone would keep monitoring Joe Jas’s whereabouts through the prison’s own surveillance system?
Chaoyang’s thoughts shifted, and he casually opened several new online connections.
These connections led to several cryptocurrency markets—he had also been transferring the money from the Paradise ga tickets to dostic accounts in batches using this untraceable currency.
The search results shocked him!
All of these trading platforms were now inaccessible!
Chaoyang then tracked down the real address of the markets, an offshore company based in Bulgaria. By hacking into the caras at the crossroads, he saw a building turned into a burnt-out ruin.
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