Chapter 339: Calculating Against the Calculation

A sea of people, bustling and jostling.

A giant Color Gate stood at the entrance, the blower roaring "Boom—", and the line waiting to collect coupons stretched for a mile.

Just as she reached the entrance, Yu Jiyao was stopped; she took out a card, the security guard glanced at it, and hurriedly let her pass.

The Tai Mausoleum Special Duty Team member was dumbfounded: Yu Jiyao had a VIP card, but he did not.

Watching the woman enter the mall, he hurriedly reported.

The group responsible for the tracking mission was Deputy Detachment Leader Tu's team, which had all sorts of contingency plans. He was calm and composed: "I will contact the mall property management: First group to the monitoring room. Second group, third group enter the mall..."

"Team Leader Tu, does she have spots here too? Is this woman here to pick up goods, or perhaps for a rendezvous?"

"It's possible, but that's not our concern; we only focus on Tai Mausoleum the person!"

After replying, Tu Jun reported to the General Team.

The leader only said three words: "Keep Tai Mausoleum her!"

Through the car window, Deputy Detachment Leader Tu peered at the sea of people in the mall: "Leader, what if we lose her?"

"Deal with it!"

After saying those two words, the leader hung up the phone.

Listening to the dial tone on the phone, the deputy detachment leader understood instantly: with this kind of crowd, let alone three groups of nine people, even if three platoons were brought in, it wouldn't be certain they could keep track of her.

But it didn't matter; the monk might run, but the temple couldn't, and only by casting a long line could one catch a big fish...

It was the third-anniversary store celebration, and the mall had an unusual number of guests, shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot.

Yu Jiyao squeezed through the crowd and took the escalator to the fourth floor.

This floor only sold jewelry and high-end cosmetics, so there were far fewer people, and the beauty salon manager was waiting at the top of the stairs early on. While Yu Jiyao was still halfway up the escalator, she greeted her from afar: "Ms. Yu!"

Yu Jiyao nodded, carefully and thoroughly sizing up the woman beside the manager.

This was her personal beautician, similar in height to her, and crucially, her figure was similar too.

Remembering her cousin's instructions, Yu Jiyao resisted the urge to look back and exited the escalator: "Are there many customers in the shop?"

"Today is the mall's anniversary celebration, it's noisy and chaotic, so there are basically no customers in the shop!"

That's good.

Yu Jiyao breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her voice: "Manager Hu, an old man is following me, please help me out!"

The manager let out an "Oh," pretending to be very surprised.

In fact, she wasn't surprised at all.

Yu Jiyao was a regular here, coming at least once a week. She didn't just get facials; she also did her chest, buttocks, waist, legs... wherever there was skin on her body, she had to have it pampered.

Out of ten visits, at least five times, she carried the scent that only old men had. Sometimes, halfway through a beauty treatment, she would answer calls or send Information. Since she was mostly naked, she had nowhere to hide even if she wanted to.

As time went on, everyone in the shop knew: none of Ms. Yu's boyfriends were young.

It wasn't as if they hadn't been confronted before; twice, the men's wives had blocked her right inside the shop...

The manager led her inside, glancing back from time to time: "Ms. Yu, how many people this time?"

"I don't know, just be quick!"

It seemed there were quite a few.

Guessing secretly, the manager lowered her voice, and Yu Jiyao nodded frequently.

Entering the shop, the personal beautician accompanied her into the changing room. It took no more than three minutes, and the two women came out—one wearing a bathrobe with a face mask on, the other wearing a white coat and a mask. Their figures were more or less the same, and they were of similar height.

The one with the face mask went into the beauty room, and the one with the mask went out the Backdoor.

At the same time, Tu Jun had just finished contacting property management, and the Special Duty Team members had just entered the monitoring room.

But there were vast numbers of people, heads everywhere; heaven knows where Yu Jiyao had gone.

Three groups, each with only one female Special Duty Team member, split into three paths, heading straight for the three places Yu Jiyao frequented: the high-end lingerie store, the high-end bubble bath, and the high-end beauty salon.

Deputy Detachment Leader Tu gave strict instructions: it didn't matter if you couldn't keep track of her, but whoever exposed themselves should take off their uniform and go home to farm early...

Snowflakes were Floating in the sky, and the cold Wind was whistling into her collar. Ren Danhua tightened her trench coat and reached out to hail a cab.

"Screech," the taxi braked and stopped.

Ren Danhua got into the back seat: "Driver, Fuxingmen!"

The driver was not very willing: "Beauty, going to Guomao at this hour?"

Approaching two o'clock, it was the peak of the lunch rush; there was no doubt: that place was more congested than feces in an obstructed bowel.

"Swish," several banknotes were tossed over, "Drive faster!"

Five hundred yuan—he would only earn this much after two days of hard work...

The driver was stunned for a moment, then beamed: "Alright, sit tight!"

As he spoke, the car lunged forward, crossing three lanes in a row to cut into the left-turn lane.

A chorus of curses erupted from behind.

The two groups of Special Duty Team members were somewhat dumbfounded: they weren't afraid of fines or points, as the team could reimburse them. The problem was, they had to be able to cut in too, right?

Having barely followed for four intersections, the taxi disappeared from sight. The General Team contacted the taxi company, and after much difficulty, they caught up, only to find that the person in the car had already changed.

As for where Ren Danhua went, heaven knows...

Liu Guojun took down the Police Communication, staring at the screen, seemingly unable to believe it.

That's right, a call from the Han Detachment. There were others talking on the side, it seemed to be Deputy Team Leader Sun and the Yu Detachment.

But three such large, living people—could they just be lost like that?

"That is roughly the situation; we are just notifying you, protect Teacher Lin well!"

As the words finished, a "beep" sounded.

Liu Guojun was stunned for a moment, exchanged glances with Su Ye (the little secretary), and then looked at Lin Sicheng.

Lin Sicheng held a small notebook, writing and sketching on it: "No need to be surprised, losing a tail is normal."

Losing a tail is very normal; no matter how capable the Police are, they cannot monitor a suspect twenty-four hours a day, keeping them in sight around the clock.

But what is strange is that among the many mobile phone numbers investigated previously, not a single one could be tracked. This indicates the suspect is already alert and knows they are being watched by the Police.

Next, they will definitely run...

Lin Sicheng did not even lift his head, continuing to write and sketch.

If he were to make an irresponsible speculation, it would be that the Special Duty Team did not expose themselves, but rather that a problem arose within this group.

Calculating it, Ren Danhua has followed Wang Chun for eleven years, and Yu Jiyao for seven. Yu Jichuan has been there even longer; back when Wang Chun's man hadn't been executed by firing squad yet, he was already following along as an Apprentice, and if not twenty years, then at least eighteen or nineteen.

For so many years, these three have always looked to Wang Chun as their leader and obeyed her every word, so how could they suddenly dare to rebel?

Lin Sicheng suspects that Wang Chun is only acting on intuition; she is not at all certain whether the Police are watching her or the three siblings. For the sake of safety, she must test the waters: use the three siblings as bait to fish for the Police.

At the same time, that woman deliberately guided them, making Ren Danhua suddenly realize a reality: you are not my confidant, but merely a chess piece, and very likely, a scapegoat at that.

To talk about feelings at a time like this is purely having a screw loose; of course Ren Danhua would want to run.

Wang Chun's ultimate goal is also this: let the three siblings run first. If they can get away, then naturally everything will be fine and the world will be at Taiping. If they cannot get away, then only one path remains for her: a fight to the death.

Therefore, among the many skilled hands under that woman, she specifically sent the three siblings, whom she has always trusted more but who also carry the highest risk of exposure, to scout for information.

Therefore, it is because she wanted the three siblings to know which Treasury has goods and which Treasury has scrap metal that the three siblings could possibly know.

Lin Sicheng gave a rough explanation, and the two Special Duty Team members suddenly realized: no wonder even when Deputy Detachment Leader Tu took the field, they could still lose the target?

Because it is not yet time to make arrests; one must play along with the ruse.

What if it was Deputy Detachment Leader Yan who lost the tail?

No need to doubt, it would definitely be a genuine case of losing the tail...

(End of chapter)