An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 175 The Fatal Delay!
In the dead of night in the city of Fanzhou, there were few cars on the streets. Two rows of warm yellow streetlights stretched into the distance along the street, and the roller shutters of the shops that passed by along the street were tightly closed.

The white sedan sped through the night wind, constantly approaching its speed limit, blowing up a large red plastic bag that had somehow ended up in the middle of the road, which swirled around the street corner.

Ahui floored the accelerator; a man and an unconscious woman were sitting in the back seat.

The man in the back seat suddenly spoke up: "What's the situation at the docks right now?"

"Everything is normal at the moment, and no suspicious persons have been found in the vicinity."

When will the buyer arrive?

"They're already on their way to the dock. We moved the transaction time up a bit, and they're very unhappy about it. They said on the phone that the price has to be pushed down another point."

"I understand." The man's tone was cold, revealing no emotion.

Ahui quickly turned the steering wheel, and the car swerved sharply around the corner. He glanced at his boss's expression through the rearview mirror and hesitantly asked, "We've never had our latest product discounted before. If we set this precedent, I'm afraid..."

"My uncle has most likely been caught, and Awei should have been arrested as well. Every second we stay here will only make our situation more dangerous."

He muttered to himself, "The secret passage was discovered by the cops so quickly." The man chuckled through his nose, "Li Yasong, I really underestimated you."

……

At the other end of Fanzhou City, Huo Qingshan strode out of the brigade's technical section, quickly issuing orders: "Everyone, check your weapons and equipment immediately, and assemble downstairs in one minute!"

The once busy yet orderly office building was immediately filled with a constant stream of footsteps and the clanging of metal machinery, swift, steady, and powerful.

Before long, a line of dark green Jeeps, fully equipped and ready to go, filed out of the base gate, their headlights piercing the darkness like a roaring steel dragon.

Huo Qingshan sat in the car, maintaining open communication with his colleagues who remained at the brigade's technical section. The veins on the back of the man's hand, which was gripping the walkie-talkie, were bulging.

The voice that spoke was excessively calm, making it impossible to discern the turbulent emotions churning within its owner's heart.

Where are their cars now?

The lights in the technical department office were on full blast, casting a bright, even beam of light into every corner of the room and over the heads of the people sitting around the gray desktop computers.

The computer monitor is displaying the movement trajectory of the vehicle locator, which is more like a series of dynamically discrete points connected together than a trajectory.

On the crude electronic map, the small black dots jump around from time to time, and sometimes even shift.

Limited by technical constraints on positioning accuracy, map data update speed, and computer processing power, there is a fatal delay in the real-time update of the positioning trajectory. Xiao Guan could only reply helplessly: "Commander Huo, the data has not been updated yet. The location shown now is not significantly different from the one reported a minute ago."

After these words were spoken, the people in front of the computer did not hear Battalion Commander Huo speak on the other end of the walkie-talkie for a long time. They only heard some unknown, faint sounds, like the sound of knuckles being used too forcefully, or the creaking sound of the plastic casing of the walkie-talkie being squeezed by external force.

Fifteen minutes later, the jeep at the front of the convoy stopped at a fork in the road. The driver turned around and asked, "Commander Huo, which way should we go?"

Five minutes ago was the last time the data was updated, and this was near the location the locator had last shown. This was the second time they had encountered a fork in the road. Last time, to be on the safe side, they had assigned some officers to take the other road, but now it was not advisable for them to disperse their forces again.

When faced with seemingly two choices, should you go left or right? If you choose correctly, all will be well; but if you find out you chose wrong and have to turn back, you'll miss the opportunity, and the cost will be too high.
Or should we stay where we are and wait for the next data update to get our location information? But if we do that, we will always be far behind them and never be able to gain the upper hand.

The three difficult choices were laid bare before Huo Qingshan. For the first time in his life, he was afraid to make a decision, becoming indecisive and hesitant. He suddenly realized that he could not accept the result of making the wrong choice from any angle.

Huo Qingshan stared intently at the map spread out on the center console, almost resignedly closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Take the left."

No one would know that in this situation, it took almost all of his courage to utter such a simple command.

This was the most rational decision, and it was also the choice guided by the analytical approach he had clearly and confidently explained to Lu Feng the night before in the conference room.

Huo Qingshan maintained from beginning to end that they would most likely still choose the dock as the transaction location, as the waterway would be the most feasible way to escape should anything change, but they would deliberately avoid the river area west of Huayang No. 2 Wharf.

Since we need to avoid it, the farther the better. The road to the left can take us to the border area between Fanzhou City and the neighboring city, or even out of the city.

The jeep quickly started again and drove into the left-hand side road. Huo Qingshan couldn't help but turn around and glance at the other side of the road, his gaze deep and inscrutable.

With only a brief moment of hesitation, Huo Qingshan stopped indulging in the chaotic thoughts that were running wild in his mind and forced himself to look away.

Huo Qingshan warned himself once again that he must always remain clear-headed and calm—a calm, wise, and well-informed commander should not be in such a panicked state as he is now.

Making the most rational and objective judgments and decisions quickly at critical moments is a quality he must possess, and it is also his duty.

Instead of being distracted by another tiny possibility, becoming anxious, hesitant, and even affecting one's own decision-making, we should not be like we are now.

……

When Ahui drove the car to the dock, the buyer had already finished inspecting the goods. A middle-aged man in the lead was smiling as he handed over a suitcase in each hand.

He seemed to be in a good mood, so he must be very satisfied with the goods and the price.

A white sedan suddenly appeared in their field of vision, and everyone panicked, pointing their guns at the vehicle.

It was Wen Cenqing's men who first recognized the familiar white sedan and Ahui in the driver's seat, and quickly reached out to stop them, saying, "We're on the same side, we're on the same side, don't shoot! Our boss is in the car."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man put down the two suitcases he was still carrying and said with a smile, "I've heard so much about you. Since you're here tonight, let's get to know each other."

Ah Hui rolled down the car window and shouted outside, "Boss Zou, the scene tonight is really not suitable for us to stay here and chat for a long time. You should have someone drive the goods away as soon as possible. My husband will definitely pick a good place to entertain you another day."

Mr. Zou exchanged a few polite words, and seeing that the other party had no intention of getting out of the car, he waved his hand and said, "What you say makes sense. Well then, let's get together another day."

From then on, the suitcase changed hands, and the people in the cabs and passenger seats of both trucks opened the doors, jumped out, and were quickly replaced by new people.

(End of this chapter)