Playing Underground Boxing

"Which one of you is responsible for the investigation of Will Smith? Can you explain the situation and how can you lose him?" Zhang Jue asked.

"It's me." A colleague with a long beard stood up, and it was clear that he looked a bit dejected.

Du Jingtian introduced to Zhang Jue, "This is Stevenson, He is the Foundation's Field Agent, and he's in charge of Smith's related work."

Zhang Jue nodded his head. The agent named Stevenson had an ordinary appearance and a common name, the kind that would disappear when put into a pile of people. However, this kind of person was more suitable for the job of an agent.

A James Bond kind of appearance is too eye-catching and easy to attract people's attention, and when the attention is too high, it will only add unnecessary trouble to their work.

Zhang Jue did not know that Will Smith's investigation had begun a long time ago by the Foundation. To be precise, when he provided the tape, the Foundation had already started its work. Unlike Zhang Jue, the Foundation's global energy was so vast that it wasn't too difficult to find someone with a name and appearance, and it took less than two months to pinpoint the target.

Moreover, the name Will Smith is already well known in the underground boxing world of Mei. Defeating several powerful opponents one after another has made his reputation skyrocket. But so far, he has not crossed paths with the Foundation at all.

I wonder how? According to the information, he joined the Foundation three years ahead of time and set up his own Black Pearl Squad. After the discussion, the Foundation's senior management unanimously decided not to make changes to Smith's life and let nature take its course, which is more conducive to seeing his ability.

The reason for this fuss is to analyze the other side. He will probably be assigned to carry out a task to analyze the reason why he survived three years later and guess the truth about the so-called "end of the world."

Therefore, in addition to sending people to monitor and protect, the Foundation did not initiate any contact with Smith himself. Stevenson also, at this time, took over this task. This task does not sound difficult, as long as to ensure that Smith's food, clothing, housing, and transport are under the Foundation's surveillance on the line.

However, things are far more challenging than Stevenson imagined. Smith himself is a boxer, his social circle is very complex, and he has many enemies. He was put in a guarded defense and counter-surveillance condition at all times.

This gave Stevenson's job a lot of difficulties. Several times he was almost discovered by Smith. The good thing is that the Foundation's agents are no ordinary people and turned out to be safe.

But Smith himself was also on alert. Zhang Jue listened closely to Stevenson's story of his battle of wits with Smith and speculated in his mind whether the "weird" things Smith had said were related to the Foundation's investigation and surveillance of him.

"About half a month ago, Smith played his last game. He entered the apartment and never came out. I contacted the landlord, posing as a water company worker, and knocked on his door. It was empty, and the clothes were all gone."

Stevenson finished talking. His face still showed a look of suppressed disappointment. Obviously very dissatisfied with his performance. He did not know what Smith meant to the Foundation, but the target had slipped away under his nose, which was unacceptable to him. Even though the Foundation did not impose any actual punishment on him, he was still very frustrated.

After listening to Stevenson's story, Zhang Jue nodded. In fact, before coming here, Zhang Jue had asked Lei Shan for a report on this matter. But a paper report was never as specific as Stevenson's personal explanation.

From Stevenson's mouth, he could roughly deduce Smith's character as a person. He knew most of the people in the underground. Smith is cautious and righteous and has a high reputation in the underground. The average person could not gain his trust, but once he had someone in his heart as a brother, he would not hesitate to give his back to the other person, even if he was betrayed.

When Stevenson finished speaking, Zhang Jue fell into a long silence. Everyone's eyes fell on him. The other colleagues in the room, who were basically front-line employees, were not high-ranking officers and did not know Zhang Jue.

They could only tell from Du Jingtian's attitude that Zhang Jue's status was very high, but they were not sure to what extent. Only Du Jingtian is the person that they always met and knew. Let alone Lei Shan and Zhang Jue.

Du Jingtian had brought them to let Zhang Jue know first-hand information that would help him judge better. Zhang Jue didn't know that he had become the center of attention, just sorting through the clues he had so far in his head.

Smith's room was empty, and his clothes were all gone, so he should have left on his own and gone into hiding somewhere.

Whether the reason for his departure was because of the Foundation is still unclear. His identity is complex, perhaps for other reasons as well. But that auto-response email he set up is bizarre.

The Foundation had only taken surveillance and had not harmed him, and there was absolutely no need for him to say something that extreme. Zhang Jue felt that there must be something else that made Smith feel in danger and that something was definitely extraordinary.

Smith had long been accustomed to a life of fighting and killing, and I'm afraid that ordinary things could not scare him. But there is no evidence. Everything is just speculation. The most direct way is to go to his residence and take a look.

Zhang Jue talked about the idea with Du Jingtian and a few people, and everyone naturally had no objection. But by now, it was getting late, so it was decided to go back tomorrow.

After dinner, Du Jingtian had something to do, so he left first. He was swamped, and it was not easy for him to stay with Zhang Jue for one day. Several Foundation colleagues said goodbye to Zhang Jue one by one.

However, Stevenson was called by Zhang Jue.

"Buddy, are you available in the evening?"

Stevenson froze for a moment before realizing that Zhang Jue was actually talking to him and was somewhat flattered.

"Yes. What can I do for you, Advisor Zhang?"

"You've been spying on Smith for a while. You should be familiar with the place where he usually fights. Can you show me the place?"

"Yes, no problem." Stevenson hesitated for a moment and said, "But that place is full of mafia and gangsters. There are many people from the big gangs. Fights and brawls are common, so Advisor Zhang should be prepared and be more careful."

Zhang Jue was an Asian and looked harmless. Stevenson was afraid that something would happen to him, so he warned him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue laughed. "I'm not going to lie. I'm very good at fighting. After Du Jingtian ruined my day, I'm itching to get my hands dirty."