Chapter 203: Smashing the Computer Four Times, K Is Gradually Forced to the Edge

They knew each other overseas?

Still possessing the instincts of a criminal investigator unlike Liu Yang, the experienced Huang Qiang quickly reached this conclusion based on the numerous clues they had uncovered.

Especially… the timing of the death and deregistration of Priest’s original identity—it was simply too early.

It occurred even earlier than the formation of the drug trafficking organization and the unsolved shooting case. This was clearly abnormal.

Lin Tian glanced at the detailed information on the screen again.

He discovered that Priest’s original identity, Jiang Sulong, had not died within the borders of Dragon Country, but while performing a mercenary mission.

He was supposedly caught in a missile blast during an enemy bombing and ended up lying forever on the battlefield.

But that cause of death was far too convenient to fake—especially in the civil war-ridden Central Asia.

It would’ve been easy for Priest to assume a new identity and return to Dragon Country, teaming up with K to build this massive drug trafficking organization.

Which raised the question…

Had K also spent some time abroad, not only finding a source for high-purity drugs but also striking a deal with Priest?

Or had he persuaded Priest to give up his blood-soaked life as a mercenary and return to Dragon Country to assist him?

Cracking down on drug trafficking—

It’s not just about arresting members and leaders of these organizations, but also about exposing the profit chain behind drug production and distribution. That’s the only way to truly solve the root problem.

In other words,

Upon realizing that K may have been abroad for an extended period, Lin Tian immediately thought—

The reason K had access to such large quantities of high-purity drugs was likely because of the channels he acquired while overseas.

Which meant… if they could capture and control Priest, they might not only confirm K’s identity but also uncover the drug supply routes directly?

At that thought,

Lin Tian finally lost his composure. He immediately turned to Huang Yong beside him and asked with marked seriousness:

“Chief Huang.”

“Have you found any other clues, or any breakthrough on Priest?”

“I strongly suspect that Priest not only knows K’s true identity, but also the source of all that high-purity drug stock.”

“Compared to the captured Butcher, Priest is now clearly the more critical figure—we must break through as soon as possible.”

Lin Tian wasn’t the only one who understood the urgency—Huang Yong also recognized the importance of tracking down Priest. He pulled up two new pages of registration information and spoke in a calm voice:

“Chief Lin.”

“While you were on the phone with Team Leader Su, I already conducted a deeper investigation.”

“First of all, Priest’s original identity—Jiang Sulong—was registered in Jinling City, not Ningdao City where the shooting occurred. Currently, his closest remaining family are his mother and sister. His father passed away three years ago.”

“If we want to dig deeper, maybe we can start from his family. There’s a chance Priest hasn’t completely cut ties with them.”

Hearing this,

Lin Tian took a whiff of tobacco scent from his fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then stood up again, his tone brooking no argument.

“We’ll go straight to Jinling.”

“On the way there, we can also thoroughly investigate the bank accounts of Priest’s two closest relatives, and see whether there are any records of international calls.”

“No matter the cost, as long as we can uncover Priest’s whereabouts, it will be a crucial turning point for our next steps.”

“And now that we know Priest’s original profession, I’m growing increasingly worried that with K on the verge of being exposed, he might get desperate and push Priest to do something extreme…”

…

At this moment,

The morning sky had begun to brighten, with streaks of light spilling through the clouds onto the ground.

Atop the Xingsheng Building in Cangshan District, Luzhou City,

Priest, seemingly never in need of rest, was standing shirtless in the early sun, practicing the combat techniques he had once learned as a mercenary.

Beads of sweat shimmered on his body, unable to obscure the explosive power of his muscles or the scars that nearly covered him from head to toe.

Blade wounds, blunt force trauma, shrapnel injuries—even a gunshot that grazed a vital spot. These were… memories from his time as a mercenary, and also the badges of honor from achieving a terrifying 39/0 KDA.

{KDA stands for Kills / Deaths / Assists. It’s a stat in games like League of Legends to show player performance: KDA = (Kills + Assists) / Deaths.
Higher KDA usually means better performance.}

He had taken down 39 enemies—and was still alive.

While Priest continued his daily training to maintain peak combat readiness,

K, lying in a luxury suite, was awakened by a specially set alarm, his eyes still filled with fatigue.

Though he had muted all notifications last night to get some proper rest,

K dared not sleep too long—afraid that by the time he woke up naturally, the entire drug trafficking organization would consist of just him and Priest.

So, after barely a few hours of sleep, he got up in a hurry to check the current situation.

He picked up the phone from the desk.

After unlocking the screen and preparing to check in on the remaining organization members and confirm their safety, K suddenly realized—

Butcher, who should’ve already escaped the dragnet and gone into hiding in Modu, hadn’t sent the usual safety confirmation message.

Judging by Butcher’s past escape routines,

There was no way he would forget to report his status. He always made contact the moment he was safe.

Unless… Butcher was no longer in a position to send that message.

At that thought,

K immediately jumped out of bed, rushed to his laptop, and entered the train number Butcher had reported earlier into his scraping script.

The next second,

Several tweets from a few hours ago popped up on the screen.

[Shocking! First time seeing a criminal arrested on a high-speed train.]

[What kind of crime could require this many cops to arrest just one person?]

[Guys, you won’t believe it. The criminal was sitting right next to me! If I hadn’t stepped into the aisle earlier, who knows—I might’ve been taken hostage!]

…

Looking at the handful of tweets,

And especially,

The photo of an unconscious Butcher being dragged like a dead dog—

He had just said he was about to slip through the net and reach the safety of Modu. Now he looked like a dead dog, completely powerless, not even getting a chance to take a hostage?

At that moment,

K couldn’t bear the crushing disappointment any longer. He suddenly flung out his arm and knocked the laptop off the desk, finally losing control and roaring in fury.

“Trash!”

“Useless trash!!!”

With that enraged outburst—

Bang—

Came the sound of the laptop smashing again, screen shattering, components flying everywhere.

Priest, still practicing his combat forms outside, heard the familiar sound of something being smashed—and that rare outburst of cursing.

He silently glanced toward the suite not far away, then turned his gaze to the heavy sniper rifle leaning quietly against the wall, his longtime companion.

Perhaps… it was time for him to end all this.