Ace of the Dragon Division Chapter 668 - Maybe Things Won’t Turn Out Too Hopeless

Chapter 668: Maybe Things Won’t Turn Out Too Hopeless (Part One)

After hanging up the phone, Caesar quickly packed his passport, ID, and cash.
His apprentice Richie asked, “It’s the FBI that’s caught onto us, do you think we’ll be able to get away from here, Master?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll try to stall as much time as we can,” Caesar replied.
“Do you trust that Boss can save us?” Richie asked as he was packing his things.
“There’s nothing we can do even if we don’t believe it. We’ve done crazy things, if it comes to a point that he can’t bail us out, we’ll exchange the information with other countries to get protection.”
– Meanwhile –
A Land Rover roared down the highway.
Chekhov was using his ultrasonic ability to accurately measure the spacings between cars as he raced down the highway at over 200 MPH. Every time a car came close, his ability would alarm him, and he could then avoid them like how bats never hit obstacles as they flew, even in the dark.
He had the windows down as he enjoyed the roaring wind, but Mario next to him in the passenger’s seat was vomiting at the same time.
Yes, that was right. At this speed and turning frequency, along with the mental breakdown for his own safety, Mario was all curled up like a sick cat on the passenger seat as he yelled, “Slow the f*ck down.”
“Any slower and those people will be in trouble. This is the first time we two go out on a mission; if people die on our watch, then we’ll have to go home. I would be ashamed to report to the Boss about this.” Chekhov had received direct orders from Xu Cheng to head to a certain location and protect the two men.
To speed things up, Chekhov’s car went even faster.
Mario vomited again. “I don’t know if they’re dead or not, but if you keep driving like this, I’m sure I’ll die. Besides, the drugs are all ready to go so we can treat them immediately if their lives are in danger!”
“You sound like a coward and not a Deviant Mercenary, you’re simply insulting our name,” Chekhov replied but his speed didn’t slow down at all.
– Meanwhile, on the 6th floor of their destination apartment –
Caesar and his apprentice saw through the window that a dozen police cars had parked below the building and surrounded the apartment.
“Block off every exit and hallway!” The head of this operation stepped down from one of the cars.
The security bureau had been tracking down Caesar and his apprentice for a long time, and their team had found that they had left footprints while breaking into the intelligence network. However, they couldn’t hunt them down back then, so they set up a 24-hr monitoring system and waited several months until the hacker finally showed up unexpectedly again. This time, the entire security bureau’s top teams finally tracked down Caesar and immediately locked down onto this specific apartment.
Of course, they didn’t know exactly who the hacker was nor what he looked like.
However, this officer was clearly an experienced pro.
He had told the security services to prepare for plan B.
“Sort out the list of all the hackers currently settled in this country, including the retired ones and ban any of them from leaving the country!”
That was the order he gave before he left for the operation.
He was not going to blindly arrest anyone as they surrounded the apartment. He said to all the police officers on scene, “At this time, I am afraid that they are busy trying to destroy evidence left on the computer. Block anyone who enters or leaves the apartment, and if you find anyone with obvious calluses on their hands that belong to a computer professional, arrest them! One room at a time, search which room has a computer that’s running or destroyed, then find the tenant’s name and arrest them!”
“Yes Sir!”
Fifty police officers saluted and rushed up the stairs of the apartment building, armed with guns in their hands, and set someone to block off the entrance to the stairways at each floor. The officers then followed them and conducted room searches one by one.
In an apartment on the 6th floor. Caesar and his apprentice pretended to be very calm as they walked out of the room and broke the door lock from the outside after they locked it from the inside. That way, even if someone had the keys, they would not be able to get into the apartment unless they used explosives, which would then give them more time to escape.
Chapter 668: Maybe Things Won’t Turn Out Too Hopeless (Part Two)
As soon as they were out, they saw others going down the stairs to cooperate with the police investigation.
After Caesar noticed a detail, he took only his ID and passport out of his bags of clothes and quickly threw his bags of clothes into the trash.
“What are you doing, Master?” Richie was puzzled.
“Don’t you see that these people who aren’t hiding anything don’t carry any luggage? We look like we are running away, it’s too obvious. We were almost screwed,” Caesar said.
Richie suddenly realized and quickly followed his master’s lead and did as he was told.
They walked down the stairs and the armed cop there asked them to show their IDs.
The two cooperated and took out their fake IDs!
That was right, fake IDs.
Their previous identities were already processed as dead men.
Richie’s death was because of cancer, and as for Caesar who had no hands before, this time his new identity was no longer a disabled person. Both of their identities were M Nation immigrants from foreign countries and that helped them from being detected as hackers. Because their new identities now belonged to general employees, there were no hacking records in their profiles.
After the policeman had checked the IDs, they then said, “Show me your palms.”
Caesar and Richie hesitated for a moment and put their hands out.
The three officers took a good look at their hands and noticed the calluses on their fingers, so they gave each other a look and said to the two of them, “Which unit do you live in?”
Caesar and Richie were both silent; if they said it, then they would be even more suspicious when they found out the door locks were broken. The two hackers who had always disguised themselves online didn’t know how to do the same in reality, and they were stunned not knowing what to do next.
“Then it’s you two, take them away!”
The three officers shouted.
Three guns were already pointing at their waists, and Caesar and Richie knew that they were exposed.
“Chief, we’ve caught the targets.”
The head officer who was checking the units one by one quickly asked, “Is it a team or an individual? Ask them how many people are in their team, and don’t miss a single one!”
“How many more of you are there, speak up!” The three officers pointed the guns to Caesar and Richie’s heads as they interrogated them.
“We don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Caesar, pretending to be calm. “I can file a complaint if you’re pointing guns at citizens like this.”
That was when the head officer rushed up with a couple of more cops.
He saw Caesar and Richie first, then took a look at their IDs, which had no previous records of hacking based on the information coming back from the headquarters.
He asked the landlord of this apartment directly where Caesar’s unit was and headed there.
The door was locked from the inside.
The keyhole was broken, and it couldn’t be unlocked.
“Okay, no need to ask and no need to look further, it’s these two. Immediately kick open this door and check their computers to see if there is any information they stole and if there’s any backup. Remember to bring the computers back together as evidence to convict these two.”
“Yes Sir!”
Caesar and Richie were taken away.
“We had a new beginning and are now going to hell again. If I knew I couldn’t escape tonight, I might as well do a big job and expose all the information.” Richie grinned.
Caesar, however, still had a bit of hope in him. “Maybe things won’t turn out to be too hopeless?”
The police officer in charge of detaining them sneered. “When you’re sent to a prison in Sin City, you’ll be despair and will regret what you’ve done.”