Chapter 333 - 233
April 28.
Spring was in full swing, the tender sunlight gently sprinkling onto the cobblestone streets of a remote small town in Gaul Country.
It draped the town, which slumbered in the quiet of the years, in a faint golden radiance.
The town lay far from the hustle and bustle, surrounded by lush forests and meandering rivers, as if it were a tranquil painting forgotten in a corner of the world.
Wearing plain clothes, Nick Horton was deep in thought at a motel in the small town.
Since the 21st, he had left the bustling Hua Country, embarking on a transoceanic chase following a conflict.
Using the complex networks he’d built over many years in the crime underworld, he relentlessly pursued clues like a bloodhound.
Nick Horton knew all too well that tracking someone like "Black Crow" was no easy task; the target was like a cunning fox, always leaving minimal traces in the complex underworld.
Yet his years of immersion in the criminal sphere had bestowed upon him a sharp intuition, able to sniff out the unusual from the tiniest of details.
He contacted one by one those old acquaintances active in the shadows, from the usual informants to marginalized smugglers, even secret dealers behind seemingly legitimate businessmen. Each clue, no matter how trivial, was meticulously recorded, piecing together a complex picture.
Fortunately, this "Black Crow" was not difficult to find.