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Chapter 119 Louise: Relief

Chapter 120 Louise: Relief

Mechanical device?

Just like the curtain at the awards banquet, it used a mechanical device.

It's highly likely that this was done by the same person.

"Could you analyze the fog? The poisonous fog?" Jaeger asked. "Is it the kind that can be remotely detonated? Or something else?"

Upon hearing this, the poisonous mist manipulated the dispersed mist to seep into the gaps of the mechanical device, successfully entering the device's interior and beginning to analyze its corresponding functions.

Half a minute later, the toxic fog provided the answer: "It's not a bomb."

"That's good." Jaeger breathed a sigh of relief. "If it had been a bomb, things could have become much more complicated."

"But it's not much better—" the toxic fog warned, "This device seems capable of hacking into the vehicle's control system and forcibly taking control of the car."

"In other words, if the person behind it all starts making their move, they can manipulate the vehicle to go out of control and then kill the target through a car crash —"

"And if the other party is clever enough, they might install a self-destruct system on the device beforehand. Activating the self-destruct afterward can disguise it as a simple traffic accident."

"I see," Jaeger pondered. "In that case, the initiative is actually in the other side's hands."

"That actually suits my needs perfectly. Since we've chosen remote control, the other side will definitely be monitoring the situation here—."

"Of course, the most important thing is that the other side will never expect that there will be a Superman in the car," Jaeger said. "Clark is our trump card, so there's no need to worry too much about security."

"But just in case—we still need to find a way to remind Clark and prepare him mentally."

However, considering Langdon's character, directly reminding him might attract Louise's attention.

So we have to take a roundabout approach.

In an instant, Jaeger had an idea.

Although the metropolis at night lacks the dazzling sunlight of the daytime, it is still a brightly lit metropolis with shimmering neon lights.

The car carrying Louise and the other two had just entered the overpass and was speeding between the tall buildings on both sides.

Clark's gaze remained fixed on the car window, pretending to be looking at the scenery outside.

But in reality, he was keeping a close eye on his surroundings to prevent a situation like the dinner party from happening on the way back.

So Clark noticed Langdon as soon as he opened his eyes.

He couldn't help but silently calculate the time; from the moment the other person closed their eyes to the moment they opened them, it was only about ten minutes.

If this counts as rest, then the other person's sleep quality is clearly quite poor.

Sigh, it seems this is the price of being rich. It's really not easy being a chairman; sleep is a major problem.

Just as Clark was reflecting on this, a screen was suddenly shoved in front of his face.

"?"

Clark instinctively shrank back and quickly pushed up his glasses.

Only then did he realize that it was Langdon, who had just woken up, who had somehow climbed onto the passenger seat, holding his phone up to him expressionlessly.

Seeing Clark's puzzled look, Langdon waved his phone, signaling for attention to his screen.

"Pingo's search page—" Clark's gaze swept across the screen. "Why am I suddenly being shown this?"

"Account," Langdon said simply, "Yours."

Clark: "————"

Oh, so you wanted his Pingo account?

Although he didn't know why Langdon's first question after waking up was this, Clark still obediently typed in his ID.

Anyway, there's nothing shameful about his social media accounts; his homepage is full of shared political commentary.

Moreover, it's a pity that we didn't leave our contact information five years ago.

Pingo, as a social networking app, can fill this gap perfectly.

After obtaining Clark's account, Langdon quickly tapped a few buttons on his phone.

The next second, Clark received a private message from an account called "Landon Parrels".

—Wait a minute, isn't private messaging on this app only available if you're mutually following each other? When did he start following Langdon?

Clark was initially stunned before realizing that after registering with Pingo, the platform would automatically follow new users to the official Pingo account and the founder's account.

The founder's account is naturally Langdon.

So in a sense, as long as Langdon actively follows someone, it automatically becomes a mutual follow —

However, Langdon's account has also been criticized by many people.

After all, the founder of Pingo rarely posts blog posts, and even when he does, he never posts photos other than Lego models.

Moreover, he never adds captions or tags when posting these photos.

Therefore, when many people see this account, they often mistakenly think they have accidentally followed a very aloof LEGO sharing blogger.

I've gone off on a tangent, let's get back on track.

Clark was checking his private messages, while Louise, who had just been forced to stop due to traffic, naturally noticed the commotion the two had just made: "Account? — Are you talking about Pingo?"

"Hmm." Langdon nodded, and then, taking advantage of the traffic jam and Louise's free time, she repeated what she had just done, holding up her phone. "Yours?"

Clearly, he also wanted Louise's social media accounts.

Furthermore, although the words were brief, Louise inexplicably felt that Langdon's statement, along with the way he looked at her, conveyed a strange sense of expectation—

Upon realizing this, Louise felt a strange sense of relief.

That's wonderful to see Parrels, who has communication difficulties, making an effort to exchange social media accounts with new acquaintances—a significant step for someone with social anxiety.

Louise's expression inexplicably softened, without her even realizing it, with a hint of kindness (?).

For some reason, both Clark and Louise gave him slightly strange looks after he asked for their social media accounts.

But in any case, with the account in hand, Jaeger was able to use private messages to confidently remove his social anxiety mask and explain their current situation to Clark.

However, Jaeger did not reveal everything.

After all, the person behind the scenes is actually eyeing the trophy, and Jaeger can't be sure yet.

Moreover, explaining the source of the information would be troublesome and could interfere with Jaeger's subsequent plans.

So he simply reminded Clark that, for Louise's safety, he had used the fog to inspect the car they were currently in and discovered a strange mechanical device.

It also included an analysis report of the toxic fog, explaining the possible function of the device.

Clark was surprised by this.

[CK]: So, the mastermind had already tampered with the car?

I thought they would hire dangerous drivers or something, but it turns out it was like this.

That makes sense; killing someone in this way and then faking a traffic accident is indeed very clever.

And unfortunately, given the Metropolitan Police Department's investigative capabilities, the case will likely end up being closed as a simple car accident.

However, the mastermind behind this is likely to be disappointed—the passengers on this bus are not all ordinary people who can be manipulated at will.

Clark was still typing, preparing to discuss with Langdon why the mastermind behind it all wanted to kill Louise.

The result came at this moment.

The worst-case scenario they had anticipated had quietly arrived!

"Bomb One"

A sudden, loud engine roar shattered the silence inside the car.

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The car carrying the three people suddenly accelerated wildly forward on the busy overpass without any warning!

As the speed increased, the entire vehicle gradually slid towards the edge of losing control.

Louise, in the driver's seat, could only shout, "Something's wrong—Kent, Parrels!"

"I didn't do anything, but this car accelerated on its own."

Before Clark could say anything, the obviously out-of-control car suddenly made a sharp turn and headed straight for the elevated highway guardrail!

P.S.: There will be another chapter later, which may be quite late. You can read it tomorrow morning.