"Sir, may I help you?"
As an excellent employee of the airport, he believed he should be where he was needed, and stay far away from where he shouldn't be. Doing his job well was a prerequisite for any employee.
So, upon seeing a physically challenged person enter the airport alone, he naturally walked over, gently held the person's wheelchair, and asked kindly if they needed assistance.
He wasn't sure if it was just an illusion, but the moment he took a step, he felt the handicapped man, who was completely covered up, glance at him.
It must have been his imagination. Who would notice every single movement of every person in such a crowded airport?
"...No need." The strangely dressed person shook his head at him.
The employee wasn't annoyed and said in a friendly manner: "Alright, you can call any staff member if you need assistance. Now, let me push you to the counter. Which flight are you taking?"
"I can go myself. You go do your own work."
"My job is to serve you all."
"...Then, for my sake, you should go do something else."
Lin had to use quite a bit of persuasion to send the overly enthusiastic employee away. It wasn't that he found it troublesome, but he currently had no money or identification. Even if he made it to the airport, he wasn't sure how to board a flight back to headquarters.
In fact, the Fire Moth had dedicated planes and personnel stationed at major city airports for contingencies, so Lin's plan was to find a dedicated plane to return to the headquarters.
And that plan had already fallen apart the moment he realized someone was tracking him.
Lin checked his surroundings inconspicuously using the various reflective, smooth surfaces in the airport. After using Mobius's serum, his condition had returned to normal. Even without the helmet's assistance, he could take in every movement around him.
Someone had been tracking him since a moment ago. The tracking was professional, and the distance was maintained well. If the tracker hadn't subtly focused their gaze on Lin, and if Lin hadn't been overly sensitive to being watched, he wouldn't have noticed the stalker.
Was it the person who sent him to Dusk Street who was tracking him?
He thought for a moment, then pushed his wheelchair into the accessible restroom, pushed open the innermost stall door, and locked it from the inside.
Closing his eyes, Lin began his brief rest.
...
"This is Unit Three. The target has entered the accessible restroom. It's been over half an hour. Should we go in to confirm the target?"
"No. The target is highly intelligent and may have realized we are tracking him. Maintain distance and use the life detector to scan." Another person communicated. "We will proceed with the capture once the target reaches the planned location."
The trackers clearly wouldn't underestimate Lin. For them, the mission had to be completed meticulously, and any unexpected distraction that could lead to an accident had to be nipped in the bud.
However, they waited for a full fifteen hours. From daytime to midnight, many people entered and exited the accessible restroom where Lin was, but Lin was nowhere to be seen.
"Unit Three, has the target still not moved?" Unit One asked.
"Yes... The life detector only shows one signal source right now."
"…"
Unit One had to consider the possibility of Lin fainting in the restroom. Lin's condition was at the absolute limit of human endurance—equivalent to having one foot already extended over a cliff. So, it was entirely possible for him to faint in the restroom.
Unit One's orders were to bring Lin back to Dusk Street, not to kill him. So, after some deliberation, he decided to proceed directly with the capture.
But even for a capture, preparation was necessary: "Divide into two teams. One team will perform the capture, and the other will wait outside to prevent accidents."
"Understood."
The six people were divided into two teams according to their number. The team of Unit Four to Six entered the restroom to arrest Lin.
The polished ceramic floor, which could reflect faces, was stepped on by black boots. Most people waiting for their flights in the lobby were drowsy, half-awake. In a corner of the restroom, unnoticed, three agile figures entered. The person in the lead held a syringe with enough anesthetic to put a person to sleep for several days. (Monthly paid group 694936135).
"…"
Silent, efficient, and fast. After confirming the surroundings, the person in the lead nodded. The other two aimed their pistols at the door, and then he raised his foot and kicked the door fiercely!
"Boom—"
The violent sound of the door smashing against the wall traveled far, which instantly made him realize something was wrong.
The door wasn't locked!
When the door was kicked open, the two pistols were aimed inside, but their muzzles weren't aimed at a human body—only a wheelchair!
Lin was clinging to the gap between the two walls like a spider, a distance that just allowed him to evade the line of fire.
Even a split-second opportunity was enough.
"Bang!"
He sprang out, grabbing one of the pistols with one hand while his fist was already hitting the face of the other person.
Lin, with only one leg, had limited mobility, but this disadvantage was minimized in the narrow space, which was why he chose the restroom as the location.
After Lin instantly disarmed the two people holding pistols, Unit Four, the lead tracker, finally reacted, attempting to raise the hand holding his pistol.
"Bang!"
Without looking back, Lin pulled the trigger. The bullet exited the muzzle and accurately struck Unit Four's pistol, knocking it away and numbing his arm. Then, Lin turned and knocked him unconscious in just two moves.
"…"
Three people taken down in five seconds, but Lin was not happy. He found that the combat quality of these three people was better than expected. Even with his fierce surprise attack, they were able to react. If he had been any slower, Lin might have been injured.
If his guess wasn't wrong...
Lin had no time to continue thinking. There should be more than three trackers. Through observation, he noticed there were at least four to six people, meaning there were others waiting outside the restroom.
The pistols had silencers, so he didn't have to worry about the gunshots causing a commotion, but the loss of communication with these three people would instantly alert the trackers outside.
The clock ticked. Lin glanced at the time, then quickly gathered all the bullets from the three people.
"Unit Four, please report your status."
Thirty seconds had passed since the first group entered the restroom. After the sound of the door being kicked, Unit One had not heard any other noise. He had an uneasy feeling, so he immediately contacted them using the communicator after the fixed contact time.
"…"
No one answered.
"Everyone on high alert…"
"Bang!"
The muffled sound of a suppressed gunshot suddenly rang out.
Then, the light above their heads went out.
A single, bright green eye quietly appeared before him.