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Chapter 110: The Psychological Trauma Area of Commercial Spies (Seeking Subscriptions)

"What do you mean? Are those Ironclad ships being targeted?"

Chen Jue answered the satellite phone and found it was an emergency report from Lao Shang.

The pleasant feeling of showing off to the netizens instantly vanished, and the smile on his face began to stiffen.

Lao Shang explained on the other end of the phone: "Boss, these days I've been smoothing things over with the docks and customs in the Hassan district.

I contacted a few of Aleksey's friends and secretly discovered some suspicious people watching our ships and investigating.

It seems some commercial spies have taken on the job of investigating us."

"I guess they're either targeting our ships or someone is targeting our batch of soybeans!"

After listening to Lao Shang's description, Chen Jue roughly understood the situation, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "Commercial spies? Then it must have touched the interests of some people in the country."

Because the five Ironclad ships Chen Jue sent out were all dedicated to the medium-distance round-trip route from Rizhao Port to the Hassan district port in the Far East.

They haven't taken on any transportation business from outsiders, so the fact that commercial spies are being attracted to investigate secretly is most likely due to the issue of those non-GMO soybeans produced in batches by MC.

Moreover, based on the discerning eyes of the merchant villager, if it is analyzed and judged by this MC creature, which has absorbed a massive amount of human commercial knowledge, to be a commercial spy, then there will be 100% no mistake.

Of course, the reason why Lao Shang made this call, in addition to reminding Chen Jue that the soybeans were being targeted by outsiders, was also to solicit his opinions on subsequent handling.

After all, as a subordinate recruited by Chen Jue, Lao Shang didn't dare to make decisions on his own when it came to dealing with human competitors, for fear of touching his master's bottom line.

"Boss, should we get rid of these commercial spies?" Lao Shang on the other end of the phone gestured a throat-slitting motion.

In the eyes of these MC creatures, humans are such fragile life forms that they can be crushed into slag with a couple of swings of an iron sword, leaving no ashes behind, which is quite easy to deal with.

After listening, Chen Jue pondered for a moment, temporarily suppressing the decision of physical transcendence, worried that he would feel guilty, so he issued a new instruction: "Don't touch these people for now!

There hasn't been any conflict yet, so let's stabilize the situation first.

We're here to do business and make money, not to fight and kill."

"Take some time to rent a few grain storage warehouses in the Hassan district and put a batch of soybeans there as a cover."

"If the people behind the scenes really want to attack us overseas, then it won't be too late to eliminate them!"

Lao Shang pondered Chen Jue's words on the satellite phone, and then lowered his voice and smirked: "Hehehe~ Boss, then it's according to your wishes.

Let's not touch these commercial spies for now, but move the things they've investigated and create some fun for them."

"? ? ?"

Chen Jue was stunned when he heard this, feeling that this highly intelligent merchant villager had probably also learned the human habit of excessive brain supplementation.

So he was silent for a moment on the phone and said: "… Forget it, act according to the circumstances over there, and it's best not to cause any deaths!

If someone really dies, remember to clean up the mess and don't let people discover the secret of MC."

Lao Shang continued to smirk: "Hehehe~ Received, Boss! I'll handle things to your satisfaction!"

As if understanding Chen Jue's meaning from afar, he hung up the phone.

…

At the same time, outside a pier somewhere in the Hassan district of the Russian Far East.

A small fishing boat that left the port in the middle of the night was anchored, floating on the sea a few kilometers offshore.

Two blonde, blue-eyed white men dressed as fishermen were speaking English with a rolling accent, chatting on the deck while smoking.

"This damn sea weather!"

"If those office old men hadn't sent orders, you and I would be lying comfortably in the hotel, partying with those Russian chicks.

Don't you think so, Richard?" The middle-aged white man, who was pretending to fish, spat at the turbulent sea with a disgusted look on his face.

"Okay, Jason, don't complain, we're both from the bottom of Detroit."

"If we want our descendants not to continue to be poor like us, we have to follow those office old men."

Richard picked up a can of beer and took a few big gulps, his eyes fixed on the brightly lit pier in the distance through the binoculars he held in his other hand.

In particular, a gray ten-thousand-ton bulk carrier with the Chinese characters "Ironclad 004" painted on its hull caught his full attention.

He pressed a miniature button on the binoculars, causing a few clicks similar to a single-lens reflex camera shutter to sound inside the seemingly ordinary binoculars.

This scene made Jason, who was smoking beside him, smile slightly, with a bit of excitement about making money on his face: "$100 for a valid photo, it seems that this Chinese client is quite generous and the reward is very rich!"

"But speaking of which, what exactly is this Red Star International Trade Company doing?

Obviously, they are all coming with fully loaded ships, just going in and out of the pier to make a show, just to get the Hassan district soybean customs clearance procedures?" Jason threw away the cigarette butt he had finished smoking and asked curiously.

"Who knows?"

"These Chinese people just like to play these roundabout games.

I think those soybeans are all produced in their country, and they specially transport a ship abroad to make a show."

"In fact, when returning, there should be other ships docking on the route, playing a trick of turning fake into real."

"Don't their domestic consumers particularly believe in that set, what is it called 'export to domestic sales'? This one in and one out is two different qualities, and it is estimated that they can earn a lot of price difference in the Chinese market!" Richard analyzed with the help of alcohol.

"You and I thought of the same thing, Richard, we are indeed the most tacit partners.

When we expose Red Star Trading's trick, I'll treat you to something different ashore." Jason grinned and opened a bottle of wine and threw it to the other party.

As members of ADM's commercial investigation department, they have been lurking in the Far East for more than ten years.

From the earliest Japanese grain merchants who came to the Far East to contract large areas of land to the Chinese grain merchants who have come in recent years, they have had very rich investigation experience.

However, the Sao operation of this Red Star International Trade Company, which suddenly emerged, far exceeded the imagination of the two.

These brand-new ten-thousand-ton bulk carriers did not unload grain or load grain after entering the Hassan district port.

They just brazenly went in and out, paid a docking fee, and then headed south straight to Rizhao Port to deliver soybeans.

Anyone with discerning eyes can see that there is something fishy, but they don't know exactly where the trick is.

According to Richard's speculation, if this investigation target is not difficult, it is estimated that the headquarters would not send the two senior agents to conduct in-depth investigations.

However, these two white men would never have imagined that the object of their investigation would actually be a group of cheaters!

Because just as they were guarding this dark sea taking spy photos, a middle-aged man with a big nose and green light in his eyes suddenly appeared in the shadow of the deck of Ironclad 004, which was slowly leaving the pier, holding a satellite phone in his hand.

And beside this middle-aged man with a big nose, Tie Bagga, whose eyes were sharper than a dog's, was raising his hand and pointing at the fishing boat shrouded in the night a few kilometers away: "Old… Boss said to kill… kill them?"

Lao Shang smiled hehehe: "No need to be so rude, my brother, remember the boss's words, be gentle with humans!"

"Go sink their boat and send them a pair of lifebuoys!

Remember, leave them only their underwear, and everything else must be sunk into the sea."

The iron golem received the order, stood at attention and saluted the satellite phone and shouted: "Loyal! Sincere!"

Then he turned around and jumped off the deck without saying a word, plunging into the icy sea with a "plop~" in the night.

After activating the [Seafarer] skin, these bodyguards, who are all iron in the MC game, naturally learned the skill of swimming.

However, the swimming of the iron golem is not as slow as that of humans.

It can be seen that after Tie Bagga fell into the sea, he sank to a position 10 meters below the surface in a snorkeling posture.

Under the cover of the night, every time his feet pushed back, a vortex with dense bubbles would rise.

The picture is like a humanoid Gundam propelling forward underwater!

The short distance of four or five kilometers was reached by Tie Bagga in less than half a minute.

Richard and Jason, who were originally taking photos of Ironclad 004's materials on the fishing boat, suddenly felt a strange current pushing the hull from bottom to top.

"What's the situation?"

"Is it the tide?"

"It shouldn't be! I checked the recent sea weather and currents before going to sea! There is no extreme weather tonight…" The two exclaimed, not even caring about the cigarettes and beer in their hands.

But before they could hold on, they heard a strange collision sound from under the cabin.

The fishing boat, which was already shaking violently, suddenly broke open a large hole from inside the cabin without warning, and then a stream of water gushed out from the bottom like a high-pressure water gun.

The cold, salty seawater splashed on Richard and Jason's faces, scaring the two of them so much that their hearts thumped!

"Quick!"

"Quickly plug the leak!"

"It must have hit a floating iceberg in the Arctic Circle!" Richard, who had just drunk alcohol, was immediately frightened and woke up most of the way, exclaiming and grabbing a bucket on the deck to try to remedy the situation in the cabin.

However, the cracked opening, like a volcano, only spewed a few columns of white water before a massive, cracking sound echoed.

The once perfectly fine fishing boat was violently torn into two halves from the middle!

Richard and Jason, who were already unsteady on their feet, were now scared out of their wits, grabbing life jackets and life buoys beside them and haphazardly putting them on.

But the mischievous Tie Bagua didn't give them a chance to react, grabbing their trouser legs in the darkness and dragging them under the sea.

Richard and Jason felt like they were entangled by some deep-sea monster, the fear in the darkness making their whole bodies shudder, and after choking on a few mouthfuls of seawater, they completely passed out.

When the two woke up again, it was 20 minutes later.

The whirring noise of the helicopter propellers woke Richard from his stupor.

He struggled to open his eyes and looked around, finding himself and his companion Jason floating in the cold sea, wearing red life buoys.

The icy seawater made him shiver all over, and with the help of the searchlight from the rescue helicopter hovering overhead, Richard discovered that everything below his neck was stark white, leaving only a pair of Star-Spangled Banner shorts!

Recalling the terrifying experience of being dragged underwater by a monster before he fainted, Richard felt his scalp explode and his blood run cold. He looked up at the rescue helicopter and cried out with a sob: "Help! Mommy! There are sea monsters here!"

Update is here~ Continuing to ask for recommendation tickets~