Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 572 - 569: Reserve a Spot

Today was incredibly busy.

Still reserving a spot.

Regular updates will resume tomorrow...

July 14th morning.

Bi Fang did not participate in the live broadcast of the hunting season, giving the same reason as before.

He was staying in town for repairs and would not return to the forest for live streaming until the fourth day.

In the live streaming room, a large number of viewers who saw the leave announcement howled with dismay, and the barrage of comments surged like tidal waves.

The deep resentment contained within those comments frightened everyone who saw them, especially with the mix of multiple languages, which made it even more terrifying.

[Damn, another leave?]

[Old Fang really isn’t worried about others surpassing him, is he?]

[Laziness, oh laziness, you are too slothful!]

[Lord Fang, give us something, I’m in withdrawal here, it’s unbearable day by day, without your stream my heart feels like it’s stuffed with a cat, panting and scratching, I can’t sleep at night, I’m scratched all over my body]

[Just quit it, it’s not possible.]

[I know I should quit, but it’s truly unbearable, Lord Fang, I know you have a soft heart, you are a good person, give me something to get through this period, next time I will definitely quit, Lord Fang~~sorry, Lord Fang]

From time immemorial, the barrage had brought out talents; Bi Fang had given a thumbs up to the netizens’ comments.

After placing the tablet with the barrage of comments to one side, Bi Fang picked up his backpack and walked out of the hotel without hiding anything, which distinguished him from Richard and the others.

When Bi Fang left the hotel, no one was tailing him unless it was fans. But fans were easy to shake off, and to follow a top-tier special forces soldier, the fan would probably need a System of their own.

The backpack was packed to the brim, and Bi Fang held a map in his hand. He walked to the corresponding location marked by a red circle, then set down his backpack and took out the photography equipment he had brought along. Climbing up a tall tree, he fixed the gear at the highest point with a clear view.

Sitting on a tree branch, Bi Fang looked towards the distant bay and grabbed his earpiece to shout, "How about it, the angle? Can you see clearly?"

"A little higher, there’s a branch blocking the way." With the computer resting on Jerret’s thighs, he was remotely directing Bi Fang through the screen.

Bi Fang readjusted the camera’s position, "OK, how about now?"

"Too high now, a little lower, yes, that’s it, it’s good now, you can fix it there."

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Bi Fang navigated around branches to the back of the tree, tightened the securing bolts firmly onto the trunk, then slid down the tree trunk and quickly reached the ground.

Besides Dolphin Bay, there were many other places that needed Bi Fang’s attention to set up.

Dolphin Bay was just the most notorious and bloodiest slaughter location. During the dolphin hunting season, the waters here turned blood red every year.

Without any exaggeration.

Genuinely, blood red.

From the satellite maps, the entire Dolphin Bay looked like a sea of blood.

When Bi Fang first saw it in his previous life, he truly understood that ’rivers of blood’ and ’blood floating the pestles’ were not just idioms on a piece of paper, but a scenario that existed in reality.

"Phew, that’s another one taken care of."

Bi Fang wiped the sweat off his forehead; the weather today was really hot. It was somewhat cooler in the forest, without the urban heat island effect and with plenty of cool spots, but Bi Fang was quite active and, to avoid scrapes and cuts, he couldn’t wear shorts or short sleeves.

"Did anyone follow you guys today?"

After setting up another camera, Bi Fang sat on a rock, took a sip of water to rest, and pressed his earpiece to ask.

Bi Fang operated from the shadows; naturally, he needed someone in the spotlight to draw the attention of the local residents. The more Richard and his team resisted, the more attention they attracted.

In contrast, Bi Fang’s operations became increasingly safe and concealed.

However, they couldn’t be too aggressive. The explosion of Richard’s car was still fresh in everyone’s minds; all were terrified, like walking on a tightrope, cautiously gauging each step.

Exposing everything here was everyone’s wish, but that didn’t mean they were psychologically prepared for sacrifice.

Whether it’s pickpocketing, other minor crimes, or more severe crimes or terrorist acts, nearly all criminals will surveil their targets to some extent before striking.

They focus on observing their target’s every move, but in fact, during this time, criminals themselves are at great risk of exposure—if their targets are always vigilant and extremely sensitive to their surroundings, then this is especially true.

On their second visit to Japan, Richard’s team knew all too well how unwelcome they were in Taiji Town.

They even felt that every person who sneakily glanced at them could be a resident tasked with stalking them, or a member of the Japanese Organization, ready to pull out a switchblade from their pocket and strike at them at any moment.

No police would come to their aid; even after death, the criminals might not be found.

Being stabbed over twenty times in the back and then ruled a suicide—that absurdity could indeed happen.

"How could there be none." Jerret let out a wry smile, pushed down his laptop slightly, and opened the car window.

By the roadside, a man dressed in black and wearing sunglasses held a video camera, squatting on the ground, staring straight at Richard and his team as they drove by, turning his head without any attempt at concealment.

As they brushed past each other, he gestured a middle finger at Richard and the others through the rolled-down window.

The provocation was intense.

Richard glanced at the rearview mirror; it was already the third car that had been closely following them today: "Just the license plate numbers, we’ve already noted down seven or eight."

"When we first arrived, we didn’t know who was tracking us."

A few days ago, Richard and his team only knew they were being watched and followed, but had no idea who was doing it.

Were they whalers or the Japanese Organization? They were completely clueless.

It wasn’t until this morning that Bi Fang taught Mandy how to find their trackers, and they locked onto a particular individual.

Bi Fang told Mandy that in order to confirm who was following her, it was necessary to act on multiple fronts while adhering to the TEDD principle.

The so-called TEDD principle is Time, Environment, Distance, and Demeanor.

Time: Do you repeatedly see the same person or group of people in various settings?

One must keep an eye on the time throughout the day to verify whether it’s true.

Environment: Have you noticed individuals whose clothing or body language is out of place in their surroundings?

Distance: Do the same people appear in two locations that are far apart?

For example, is this the person wearing sunglasses who appeared at the community store 10 minutes ago? He might look less suspicious, or perhaps, he showed up two hours earlier.

Demeanor: In the realm of surveillance, "demeanor" refers to behavior and appearance. Look for people whose attire or behavior doesn’t blend in with their environment.

Change your schedule or your route frequently to verify whether you’re being followed.

Based on these, look for "coincidences" that occur at different times and places.

At the same time, act with extra caution—to convince criminals that they’ve merely lost sight of their target by accident, not that the target is intentionally evading them.

The simplest way is to shop at a faraway supermarket, ruling out coincidences to confirm whether you’re under surveillance—then carry out some errands in another area, to test your hypothesis.

Keeping these rules in mind, Mandy successfully locked onto someone.

They also happened to meet an English-speaking Japanese tourist and asked him if he recognized the fellow standing by the roadside, to ask for them if he didn’t know.

The tourist wasn’t very wary; on the contrary, he was very willing to help Richard and others.

The answer they finally got was this.

The guy was the Chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"It’s not the organization or the whalers that are tracking us, it’s the police," Richard stroked his chin, "They have already branded us as criminals."

"Is there a way to shake these guys off? Old Fang? Any ideas? They’re as annoying as rats!" Jerret rudely grabbed the communication channel and yelled.

He couldn’t stand the atmosphere anymore, being watched wherever he went.

Jerret had suspected that even when he went to the toilet, he might have been photographed as a threat to make them leave Japan.

Bi Fang pondered for a moment, "There is a way, but it’s not guaranteed to succeed if you do it, and with the police mobilized, their people are everywhere. Even if you manage to shake them off, unless you plan to go into hiding right after, you’ll quickly be found again."

"I don’t care, I must shake them off now and show them a lesson!"

Bi Fang nodded, understanding Jerret’s intention.

Such an action was too frustrating; everyone was angry, and even if they would be caught again soon, they wanted to give these people a lesson.

"Then turn off all your phones," Bi Fang instructed through the headset.

Everyone in the car complied.

"Set the radio to a station outside the reception frequency."

Mandy turned the knob, and the car radio quickly turned to static, with no reception.

"How about it? Apart from the static, do you hear a ticking sound? Listen carefully," Bi Fang turned off his headset and temporarily lost contact with Richard and the others.

After a while, the headset reconnected.

Richard’s deep voice sounded, "Yes."

"What does that mean?" Mandy exclaimed, convinced that Bi Fang was not making pointless remarks; the ticking sound must have some significance.

Bi Fang sighed.

Since entering the era of miniaturized technology, attaching a magnetic tracking device to a vehicle had become a piece of cake.

Market-available tracker sizes varied; the small ones were only the size of thumb drives and could be pre-installed in various settings, tracking the location of mobile phones and rental vehicles through echo signals.

To avoid losing track, all rented vehicles were already fitted with tracking devices internally.

But if someone with malicious intent got hold of this information, its use was unknown.

Tracking devices could be permanently installed in the vehicles or temporarily attached to the frame, communicating with satellites, cellular towers, and servers.

To avoid publicly checking the vehicle, what Bi Fang had done was to make Richard and the others listen for static interference noise.

Bi Fang explained patiently, "If there’s an occasional ’ticking’ sound besides the ’static,’ it means there is some kind of mobile device operating inside the vehicle."

"This sound comes from the interaction between the mobile signal and the radio speaker wires and coils. I had you all turn off your phones and computers to eliminate interference."

"These signals can’t penetrate metal, so these devices can’t be hidden under the frame or metal parts—usually, they can be found in specific areas."

Following Bi Fang’s instructions, the group began to search.

"Between the car windows and the hood, under the plastic bumpers, beneath the insect shields, the roof, inside the speakers, under the rear trunk fabric panel, the bottoms of the front and back seats..."

"I’ve found it!"

Keke, sitting in the back, fumbled around and grabbed a small device, twinkling intermittently, in his hand.

Everyone’s spirits were lifted, "What do we do next? Throw it away?"

"No!"

Bi Fang squinted his eyes.

"If you’re certain that someone with ill intent, rather than following standard protocol, has installed a tracking device, do not attempt to remove the device."

Instead, find an excuse to transfer the vehicle.

"Swap for another car."

Find another rental company or shell out a significant amount of cash for a resident’s vehicle; as long as the money is sufficient, everything is negotiable.

As for the funding, the wealthiest Bi Fang naturally took the initiative.

The power of money can sway even the most steadfast locals in its presence.

The key to shaking off the surveillance team without escalating the tracking to a full-blown chase is to make the followers believe they’ve lost the target rather than realizing they’ve been exposed.

"To get rid of the driving surveillance team, avoid using driving techniques that obviously look like evasive maneuvers."

Having switched vehicles, Mandy, who was driving, nodded seriously and tried to steer as smoothly as possible.

Just like a normal tourist.

"Create an accordion effect: lead the surveillance team into areas with a lot of traffic signals or stop signs to split up the members."

The stop-and-go traffic can not only disperse the surveillance team members but also avoids raising their suspicion about Richard and the others’ plans.

Mandy drove into a congested street, the town’s main thoroughfare with a heavy volume of traffic.

Many tourists passed through here, constantly honking in hopes the vehicles in front would move faster.

The vehicle closest to the target still maintained its proximity, but the rest of the surveillance team eventually got stuck several red lights back.

"Once a team member doesn’t take over, a lone tracker might leave for fear of alerting the target."

Mandy looked back and saw that the obviously numerous vehicles seemed to be reduced to the last two.

"Surveillance teams often lose sight of the target when it stops and starts, so increase the frequency of stopping."

"Park the vehicle near an exit, turn right twice, then drive out of the parking lot."

Mandy drove into the parking lot, paused for a moment, then started off again.

The tracker who had parked behind Mandy was clearly a beat too slow to react, only thinking to start the engine as Mandy’s taillights nearly vanished.

"Only one left."

Richard and the others looked back, now only remembering the last of the few license plates they had seen initially.

"Get out!"

"Get out?" Everyone was startled.

"You’re now very close to an electric tram station," Bi Fang calmly relayed, based on the location Richard had sent. "I’ve checked the tram’s arrival time, one minute."

"Rush to the platform at the moment the tram arrives, and leap aboard while the follower is still regaining their bearings."

Richard and the others, carrying their belongings, quickly got out of the car and, upon exiting the alley, they saw the tram already at the station.

The group hurriedly rushed over and managed to squeeze into the tram before it departed.

Bi Fang held the earpiece: "Is anyone following you?"

Mandy, gripping the handrail above and unable to stop a smirk from spreading across her face as she looked at the trailing pursuer who did not make it onto the tram, replied,

"No more."