Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 695: 413. Harvest_3

This yacht, one of the world’s top ten, was built at a cost of 320 million dollars. Capri had just bought it last month from Fumtry, and in just a month, it ended up like this.

A white man lamented, “I even told Capri to lend me the boat for a bit, and now it’s turned into this.”

The black man glanced at him, “Mike, shouldn’t we be worried about Capri right now?”

Another white man, after quietly reflecting, said, “Finding Capri is the most crucial thing right now.”

Mike, sucking on a lollipop, shrugged and said, “Well, he was too high-profile; it was only a matter of time before something happened. I warned him before, but he didn’t listen. Honestly, his ability is pretty useless until he becomes A-Class, completely incomparable to modern scientific firepower, but what can I do if he doesn’t want to keep a low profile?”

The man known as W glanced at him, “Surely you, driving around in a destroyer, aren’t more high-profile than him.”

Mike, grinning, replied, “But I’m the only A-Class in all of North America, isn’t it expected for me to be a bit high-profile?”

At that moment, two people emerged from Radiant Trumpet, broadcasting via walkie-talkie, “There are no survivors on board; everyone was killed by a 12.7 caliber sniper rifle. It’s strange, though; the shots came from the air at a downward angle. Moreover, the shooter could see people inside the walls despite having no line of sight.”

Mike whistled, “I know this one, it’s like using a wallhack when playing CS.”

Over the walkie-talkie, W asked, “Is Capri among the dead?”

The Future Organization member on Radiant Trumpet responded, “No, and there are no traces inside the ship from his Spartan spear, seems no fight took place on board.”

“Strange, Capri is C-Class after all. Surely he wasn’t captured before he could even fight?” W frowned and ordered, “Check if any helicopters took off from Yermakovsky Islands before the storm hit.”

Yermakovsky Islands is a volcanic site, frequented by tourists year-round, hence the development of some tourist-related activities, including helicopter rides out to sea.

If it was from a downward angle, renting a helicopter from Yermakovsky Islands seems the only option, right?

After all, Transcendents capable of flying are too rare; seeing one every few decades or even centuries is already quite impressive.

However, the Future Organization, particularly this white man called W, was clearly in charge, issuing orders with the other two not showing any intention of interjecting.

Mike, curious, looked towards W, “Could this have been a trap specifically set for Capri?”

“No, I checked the sailing data of Radiant Trumpet, he came here on a whim. He only informed us after he encountered the Arctic and got into a short skirmish,” W said calmly to the two men, “Capri never reported to the organization what exactly he was doing here, making me wonder if he had a special interest handled in this manner.”

W continued, “The Arctic was definitely here; I suspect they set a trap for Jindai and Deer Island, but the idiot Capri walked right into it.”

Right now, aside from those directly involved, nobody knew what exactly happened in this fight; everyone could only speculate.

But just then, a Future Organization member came over with a satellite phone. W took the call, and someone said, “W, the Arctic has returned to Amsterdam Port. We rushed there the moment we got the news, but the ship was empty. They seem to have abandoned it… Someone saw Capri at the port, and he was unharmed, not a scratch on him. According to witnesses, Capri came down from the Arctic with a few followers and then went into the city. I sent people to look for him, but found nothing.”

W was puzzled, could it be that Capri defeated the people on the Arctic, and then because Radiant Trumpet lost power, he had to switch to the Arctic to return to the port?

But if that’s the case, why didn’t Capri report anything to the Future Organization after the event ended, instead silently returning to Amsterdam?!

W was slightly baffled; everything about this situation seemed mysterious, confusing him so much that his logical thinking struggled to keep up.

“No,” W’s expression cooled, “Someone must be intentionally muddling the waters. The Capri witnesses saw might already be under someone’s control, and the opposition was ready to mess up the Radiant Trumpet. I don’t believe that damn fool Capri has the capacity to turn the tables. Let’s go to Amsterdam Port.”

“Wait, the Bass doesn’t have authorization to pass over there,” Mike said.

“Once we’re on the high seas, we’ll switch to speedboats,” W said, “Initially, when I heard Jindai and Deer Island were targeting someone, I wasn’t very interested; it’s just that if they wanted to find him, I wanted to find him first. After all, this is Europe, and Future is the largest Time Traveler Organization here. But now, I’m no longer just caught up in the excitement; I’m genuinely interested in this person pursued by Time Travelers worldwide.”

“Why?” the black man beside him asked curiously.

“Let’s assume Capri is indeed under control; the person in charge on the Arctic is the hunted Oriental Time Walker,” W said, “He clearly had the chance to pilot the Arctic to another city, perhaps to a European city that hasn’t seen many Time Walkers yet, and calmly leave. But he didn’t do that; instead, he returned to Amsterdam, docking the Arctic boldly at the port. Do you know what that means?”

The black man thought for a moment, “The courage of someone skilled?”

W shook his head, “He’s telling those hunting him, ‘I’m back, get ready for battle.’

The black man, Abby, and Mike looked surprised, “To fight against Jindai and Deer Island?”

“Yes,” W nodded.

“Should we intervene?” Mike asked.

“Let’s just watch,” W smiled, “Let them fight for a while. Future Organization can sit back and watch, waiting to reap the benefits.”

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A five-thousand-word chapter, another one at midnight, Yep, watching a game of the Chinese team…