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MidReal Story
From Delivery Guy To Tycoon
Scenario:龙国的一个外卖小哥苏悠，在城市中忙碌送外卖。一次偶然的机会，被他 发现隐藏在都市里面的贩毒团伙，这个团伙利用外卖员来传递毒品。他身不由己的卷入其中，由此展开了一起外卖员打入贩毒团伙内部的案件。通过帮警方打掉一个跨国的贩毒团伙，然后接触到很多经商的大佬，然后认识了很多商业大佬的千金，然后慢慢开启自己的商业帝国。通过水产、房地产、古董、私募基金等逐步打造出了自己的商业帝国。
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Su You
He is a delivery worker in the Dragon Kingdom. He is hardworking, determined, and cautious. Initially, he works for a food delivery company, navigating the challenges of the job. Unwittingly, he discovers a drug trafficking operation and reports it to the authorities. The police chief's son becomes his ally. Su's delivery business thrives as he gains fame, influencing other delivery workers to follow suit. Eventually, he marries the police chief's daughter and builds a successful commercial empire.
Luo Sha Rui
He is a young man who works as a delivery worker with Su You. He is adventurous, loyal, and impulsive. Often accompanying Su on deliveries, Luo is eager to make a name for himself in their company. Although he sometimes gets into trouble by taking risks, his friendship with Su is strong. He helps gather information about the drug trafficking ring they inadvertently stumble upon. His contributions are invaluable to the operations they undertake later.
Mei Huan
She is another daughter of influential business magnates in Dragon City. She is outgoing, perceptive, and supportive. Initially introducing Mei Mei to Su, she facilitates their friendship without knowing its future implications for Su’s life. Her family ties with both the police chief and other business magnates make her connections pivotal in smoothing over any professional challenges Su faces. Her actions contribute to bridging the gap between Su’s humble origins and his eventual success.
I was a delivery worker in Dragon City.
My friend Luo Sha Rui and I worked together, taking turns to deliver food.
One day, we received an order to deliver some packages to the outskirts of the city.
We didn't expect that this trip would change our lives forever.
As we were about to leave, the police chief's son came to us and whispered something in our ears.
He was warning us about something, but we didn't know what.
We continued our trip, and soon we arrived at the destination.
There, we found a group of people exchanging packages, which seemed suspicious.
We reported this to the police chief's son, who then told us that it was a drug trafficking operation.
The police chief's son asked us to help investigate and gather more information about the operation.
We agreed and started gathering information.
Soon, we found out that the operation was led by a man named Zhang Fei.
He was using his delivery company as a cover for the drug trafficking operation.
The police chief's son told us that Zhang Fei had connections with other criminal organizations and that he was very powerful.
We were warned not to approach Zhang Fei directly and to keep a low profile.
I position myself behind a parked van, keeping my phone ready while watching the exchange unfold.
Two men in delivery uniforms hand over packages to a group waiting by a black SUV.
My hands tremble slightly as I raise my phone, making sure to disable the camera sound.
Through the phone screen, I notice distinctive markings on the packages - red stripes that don't match standard delivery labels.
Just as one man opens a package to inspect its contents, I snap several quick photos.
My heart pounds as I quickly pocket my phone and pretend to check delivery addresses on my tablet.
Crouching behind the van's wheel, I check my surroundings before pulling out my phone.
My hands still tremble slightly as I open the messaging app and select the photo I took.
The image is clear - delivery uniforms, red-striped packages, and a black SUV in the background.
Just as I'm about to hit send, I hear footsteps approaching.
I quickly press my body against the cold metal of the van, holding my breath.
Two delivery workers pass by, discussing where to drop off their next packages.
Once their voices fade into the distance, I quickly type a short message to accompany the photo and press send.
Luo Sha Rui's voice crackles through my earpiece, "Did you get the photos sent to the chief's son?"
"Yeah, just sent them," I whisper back, glancing around nervously.
"Good, because I just overheard something—Zhang Fei's planning a big move tonight at the docks."
After sending the photos, I head back to my delivery route, my mind racing with thoughts of Zhang Fei's dock plans.
The next delivery stop is a quiet café near the harbor.
A well-dressed man in his forties sits alone at an outdoor table, sipping coffee.
As I hand over his order, he glances up and smiles.
"Thank you," he says casually.
I nod and turn to leave, but he calls out, "Wait."
I turn back, confused.
He leans forward and whispers, "You're one of Zhang Fei's men, right?"
My heart skips a beat as I realize who he must be.
I nod nervously.
He slides a business card across the table.
"I know what you're investigating. I can help."
I take the card without saying a word.
He leans back in his chair and continues, "I have information about Zhang Fei's operation. Meet me at the docks tonight if you want to know more."
I pocket the card and leave without responding.
As I walk away, the weight of the card in my pocket feels like a ticking clock.
I park my delivery scooter two blocks from the meeting point, checking my phone one last time to confirm the location from the business card.
The salty breeze carries distant sounds of cargo ships as I walk past empty warehouses.
My earpiece crackles with Luo Sha Rui's voice, "I'm in position across the street. I'll keep watch."
I nod, even though he can't see me.
The only light comes from a single dock lamp, casting long shadows across the deserted area.
The well-dressed man from the café stands near a shipping container, his figure illuminated by the dim light.
Before approaching him, I scan the area for any signs of Zhang Fei's men.
Two delivery bikes are parked suspiciously close to a warehouse entrance.
I edge toward the well-dressed man, keeping my back to the warehouse wall.
The dock lamp casts harsh shadows across his face as he checks his phone.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers, "The two delivery bikes haven't moved."
The man looks up, gesturing me closer with a slight nod.
My shoes scrape against the concrete as I take small steps forward, staying within sprinting distance of my escape route.
He reaches into his jacket pocket, making me tense, but pulls out only a folded paper.
My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the folded paper, keeping my eyes locked on the man's face for any sign of threat.
The paper feels thick and official between my fingers as I carefully unfold it, angling it toward the dock lamp's harsh glow.
Before I can read its contents, the man leans in close, his expensive cologne mixing with the salty air.
He whispers, "You need to make a special delivery tomorrow at noon. Address is on the paper."
His breath is warm against my ear as he explains, "Tell them it's from Zhang Fei. They'll know what to do."
I force myself to nod, my heart pounding in my chest.
I grip the folded paper tightly in my pocket as I walk briskly away from the docks, keeping my head down.
The man's cologne still lingers in my nostrils as I pass the two parked delivery bikes, forcing myself not to look at them.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui confirms he's following me at a distance.
When I reach my scooter, I pause under a streetlight and pull out my phone, pretending to check orders while actually sending a quick message to the police chief's son.
The paper in my pocket feels like it's burning through my clothes, but I resist the urge to read it here.
I start the engine, knowing tomorrow's delivery could change everything.
I park my scooter in the dimly lit alley behind my apartment building, the folded paper still heavy in my pocket.
Inside my small studio, I spread out a city map on my worn kitchen table and mark the usual delivery routes with a red pen.
The man's instructions for tomorrow's noon delivery echo in my head.
I place the folded paper beside the map but don't open it yet.
I take a deep breath and unfold the paper, smoothing out its creases under the dim light.
The paper is thick, like official documents I've seen before.
In neat black ink, there's a handwritten message listing three sets of coordinates.
Each coordinate is followed by a specific time.
Below the coordinates, there's a note that reads:
"Special packages will be at each location.
You're the trusted carrier."
I trace the numbers with my fingers, copying them onto my map.
Connecting the dots reveals a delivery route through Dragon City's industrial district.
I realize this delivery isn't just a job; it's a test.
I sit at my kitchen table, staring at the coordinates until my eyes blur.
The clock on the wall reads 3 AM.
Too early for regular deliveries, but perfect for reconnaissance.
I fold the paper carefully and tuck it into the inner pocket of my jacket.
I gather my usual delivery gear to keep up appearances.
My phone buzzes with a message from Luo Sha Rui, offering backup.
I text back, telling him to stay home.
This first scout needs to be solo and subtle.
I check my scooter's fuel gauge and test my earpiece.
I mount my scooter at 3:30 AM, the coordinates memorized.
The streets are empty except for a few late-night workers and the occasional security patrol.
My electric motor hums quietly as I navigate through the sleeping neighborhoods.
Streetlights cast long shadows on the deserted streets.
I approach the industrial district, where factories and warehouses stand like giants, their gates closed for the night.
I slow down near the first coordinate.
It's an abandoned loading dock behind a shuttered textile factory.
The building's windows are boarded up, and a security camera hangs above the entrance.
Its red light blinks steadily in the darkness.
I cut my scooter's engine and wheel it behind a dumpster, keeping to the shadows cast by the factory's walls.
The loading dock is a metal platform with a ramp leading down to the ground.
Its surface glints dully under the distant security lights.
I move slowly, crouching behind stacked pallets and crates.
I scan the area for any movement or additional cameras.
The red blinking security device above the entrance worries me; I note its position and range.
As I wait, a faint whirring sound catches my attention.
Through gaps in the pallets, I spot an automated cleaning robot making its rounds around the dock.
It moves in a predictable pattern, pausing occasionally to sweep debris into its path.
I whisper into my earpiece, "Luo Sha Rui, you there?"
His voice crackles back softly, "Yeah, but I thought you wanted to go solo."
"I do, but this place feels off—like it's waiting for something."
I crouch behind the pallets and study the camera's movement pattern for several minutes.
The red light blinks every three seconds as it sweeps left to right.
Using the cleaning robot's schedule as cover, I time my approach during its next pass.
When the robot moves between me and the camera, I dash across the exposed area to the support beam of the loading dock.
I scale it quickly, using my delivery bag to shield me from view.
Reaching into my bag, I pull out a small device—a signal jammer I borrowed from the police chief's son, who has a fascination with surveillance technology.
My hands tremble slightly as I position it behind the camera housing.
Luo Sha Rui's voice comes through again, more urgent this time, "You sure about this? That jammer might trigger an alert."
I hesitate, then reply, "If it does, I'll know we're dealing with more than just an abandoned dock."
He sighs, the static in his voice betraying his concern, "Just be careful. If something goes wrong, I'm ten minutes away."
I hold my breath as the camera's red light stutters and dies.
For thirty tense seconds, I stay pressed against the support beam, listening for any reaction.
The cleaning robot continues its programmed path, oblivious to the change.
No security guards rush out from the building.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui confirms there's no visible response from the building.
I carefully lower myself back to ground level, using the shadows of the pallets for cover.
Before leaving, I take photos of the loading dock layout with my phone, noting entry points and the robot's patrol route.
Luo Sha Rui's voice cuts in again, "You think this place is hiding something bigger?"
I nod, even though he can't see me, "Yeah, and if the intel is right, it could be the key to everything we've been chasing."
He pauses before replying, a hint of excitement in his tone, "Then let's make sure we're ready for whatever's inside."
I crouch behind a stack of empty pallets near the loading dock's side entrance, watching as the cleaning robot completes another cycle.
It turns the corner and continues down the length of the dock.
When it disappears from view, I sprint to the metal door.
I test the handle and find it unlocked.
The hinges creak softly as I ease the door open just enough to slip inside.
My flashlight beam dances across dusty floors and abandoned machinery.
But something catches my eye—a worn path through the dust leading to a metal panel in the floor.
I pull the panel, revealing concrete steps that descend into darkness.
I grip the cold metal railing, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I make my way down the concrete steps.
I keep the beam of my flashlight low to avoid detection, though the musty air and lack of movement suggest I'm alone.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui's voice whispers, "Just checking in. The cleaning robot is making its pass above you now."
I pause at a landing, my light catching something metallic on the wall—a keypad lock beside a heavy steel door.
Water drips somewhere in the darkness, and my delivery uniform feels damp with sweat.
I glance up, confirming there are no cameras in sight.
I take a quick photo of the keypad with my phone before continuing down the stairs.
I stand before the steel door, my heart pounding.
I punch in random four-digit combinations.
The keypad's red light blinks with each failure.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui warns, "The robot is starting another round upstairs."
My fingers tremble as I try 1234, then 0000.
The keypad's light flashes rejection after rejection.
The dripping water echoes in the stairwell as I work through basic combinations.
When I reach 4321, a thought stops me cold—how many wrong attempts before an alarm triggers?
I step back, realizing I need a new plan before it's too late.
I press against the damp concrete wall of the stairwell, pulling out my phone to message Rosary.
The screen's glow illuminates my trembling fingers as I describe the keypad lock and send her the photos.
Water drips steadily nearby while I wait for her response.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui warns that the cleaning robot has started another sweep above.
My delivery uniform sticks to my back with sweat as I stay perfectly still, watching the keypad's dim red standby light blink in the darkness.
I lean against the damp wall, scrolling through my phone's research on the factory's history.
The architect's name catches my eye - Zhang Wei Ming, born in 1962.
My fingers hover over the keypad as I consider the numbers.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers that the robot has completed another round upstairs.
The dripping water echoes in the stairwell as I wipe my sweaty palms on my uniform.
I enter 1962 on the keypad, my fingers trembling as each digit lights up red.
The dripping water echoes louder in the silence while I wait.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers that the robot is starting another round overhead.
My heart pounds as I press the final digit.
The keypad flashes, then turns green with a soft click.
I grab the door handle, hesitating for just a moment as condensation dampens my palm.
I grip the steel door handle and slowly pull it open, wincing at the metallic creak that echoes through the stairwell.
The flashlight beam from my phone cuts through the darkness, revealing a long corridor stretching ahead.
Hulking shapes line both walls, their outlines hazy in the dim light.
As my eyes adjust, I make out old manufacturing equipment covered in thick dust.
The musty air makes me cough, and I stifle the sound with my sleeve.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers about movement upstairs.
I take three careful steps into the corridor, keeping close to the wall as I scan each machine for signs of recent use.
"Do you see the control panel?" Rosary's voice crackles through the earpiece, urgency lacing her words.
"Yeah, but it's covered in dust," I reply, squinting to make out the faded labels.
"Check for any signs of tampering; if someone else has been here, they might've left a clue," she instructs, her tone steady despite the tension.
I run my fingers along the grimy control panel, feeling for irregularities beneath years of accumulated dust.
The beam of my phone's flashlight reveals faint scratches around one section.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers about footsteps above, making me freeze for a moment until the sounds pass.
I continue examining the panel, methodically clearing away layers of grime with my sleeve.
My heart pounds as my fingertips detect a slight depression - a rectangular outline barely visible beneath the dust.
I press the rectangular depression with trembling fingers, holding my breath as a mechanical click echoes through the corridor.
A small panel pops open, revealing a leather-bound notebook coated in dust.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers about movement above, making me freeze for a moment until the sounds pass.
I carefully extract the notebook, its worn cover cool against my sweaty palms.
The pages crackle as I open it, revealing handwritten Chinese characters in faded ink.
"Can you read it?" Rosary's voice is barely a whisper, but the urgency is unmistakable.
"Some of it," I reply, squinting at the faded script, "but it's not just notes—it's a map."
"A map?" she echoes, her surprise evident even through the static, "Then we might finally know where they're hiding the prototype."
I hold the leather notebook under my phone's light, tracing the faded lines with my fingertip.
The map depicts the underground layout of the factory, with dotted lines connecting through various rooms.
At first glance, it seems like random scribbles, but as I follow the lines with my finger, a pattern emerges—a winding path through the factory that I hadn't noticed before.
The route passes by the old machines, through a section marked with Chinese characters for "storage," and ends at a chamber labeled "特殊物品" (special items).
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers about more footsteps above, but I'm too focused on memorizing this path.
When my finger reaches the final chamber, I notice small numbers scratched beside it—possibly another code.
I hold the leather notebook steady while photographing each page with my phone, the flash illuminating the faded writing and dotted pathways on the map.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui warns that the cleaning robot is approaching the stairwell entrance above.
I quickly return the notebook to its hiding spot behind the control panel, wiping away any trace of my fingerprints with my sleeve.
The sound of mechanical whirring grows louder overhead as I carefully press the panel back into place, making sure it sits flush with the dusty surface.
I press against the cold concrete walls, following the map's route through the underground corridor.
My phone light casts long shadows on the machinery, making it seem like they're moving in the darkness.
I count doorways as I pass—two lefts, then a right, just like the dotted line path on the map.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers that the cleaning robot has started another patrol cycle upstairs.
I pause at each intersection, listening for any movement before continuing forward.
The air grows mustier as I approach the "special items" chamber.
I stand before the heavy metal door, double-checking the code scratched in the notebook.
My sweaty fingers hover over the keypad as I enter each number: 8-4-7-2.
The underground corridor feels suffocating while I wait, hearing only my rapid heartbeat and Luo Sha Rui's breathing through the earpiece.
The keypad's red light blinks three times.
Then a mechanical whir breaks the silence, followed by a distinct metallic click.
"Luo Sha Rui, did you hear that?" I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.
"Yes, but there's something else," she replies urgently. "The footsteps—they've stopped right above you."
I grip the cold metal handle and slowly push the door inward, wincing at the slight creak.
My phone light sweeps across stacks of wooden crates filling the chamber from floor to ceiling.
The musty air carries a chemical smell that makes my nose twitch.
I edge forward between the narrow aisles, my footsteps echoing softly on the concrete floor.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers that the footsteps above have started moving again.
"Luo Sha Rui, what do you mean by 'something else'?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"They're not just footsteps," she says, her voice tense. "There's a second set—someone's following the first."
I freeze in place, my mind racing. "Do you think they know I'm here?"
I press myself against a wooden crate in the dark chamber, my phone light off.
The chemical smell burns my nostrils as dust settles around me.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers that the footsteps are directly above my position, moving in a search pattern.
I hear a metal door scraping open upstairs, followed by voices echoing down the stairwell.
My muscles tense as boots thud on concrete steps, getting closer.
I slide deeper between the crates, careful not to disturb any boxes.
I press myself against the rough wood, barely breathing.
Boots scrape on concrete, coming closer and closer.
The chemical smell burns my nostrils, but I don't dare move to cover my nose.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers that there are now three men in the corridor above me.
Their shadows stretch across the floor from the stairwell light.
One man orders the others to search every room.
I hear a metallic click, like a gun being readied.
I brace myself, knowing there's no turning back now.
I press myself against the rough wooden crates, inching sideways towards where I spotted a back exit earlier.
The chemical smell makes my eyes water as I move in complete darkness, using only touch to guide me.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui whispers that the armed men are methodically checking each room.
Their flashlight beams sweep under the door, casting long shadows between the crates.
When their boots scrape just outside, I reach the back wall and feel for the door handle, my fingers trembling as they brush cold metal.
I grip the cold metal handle with sweaty palms, turning it millimeter by millimeter to avoid any sound.
The armed men's voices grow louder as they approach the chamber.
When their flashlight beams illuminate the gap under the door, I ease my body through the narrow opening.
My delivery uniform catches on the door frame, forcing me to pause.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui counts down the seconds until the searchers enter the room.
"Five seconds," Luo Sha Rui's voice crackles in my ear, urgency lacing every word.
I whisper back, "I'm almost out, just keep them distracted a little longer."
"Already on it," Luo Sha Rui replies, his voice steady despite the tension.
I yank my uniform free from the door frame and squeeze through the gap.
My back presses against the cold metal of the door, and with trembling hands, I ease it closed behind me, wincing at the faintest click of the latch.
The armed men's flashlight beams illuminate the room I just left, casting an eerie glow under the door.
Muffled voices grow louder as they enter the chamber, their footsteps echoing off the walls.
Above, Luo Sha Rui creates a diversion by knocking over trash cans.
The armed men's attention shifts upward, their boots scraping as they turn towards the stairs.
I take advantage of their distraction and sprint down the narrow maintenance tunnel.
My footsteps echo off the walls, but they're masked by the commotion above.
I run until I find a narrow side corridor branching off to the right.
I duck into it, pressing my back against the damp concrete wall and trying to slow my ragged breathing.
The armed men's voices echo distantly behind me, growing fainter as they investigate Luo Sha Rui's diversion upstairs.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui confirms they've moved away from my position.
My delivery uniform is soaked with sweat and grime from squeezing through the doorframe.
I press my shoulder against the rough concrete wall, using it as a guide while inching forward in the pitch-black tunnel.
My phone's flashlight stays off to avoid detection, forcing me to feel my way along.
Every few steps, I pause to listen for any sign of pursuers.
Through the earpiece, Luo Sha Rui updates me on the movements above.
"Two guards are heading down the stairs," he whispers urgently.
I quicken my pace, my fingers brushing against the wall to keep from stumbling.
Suddenly, my fingertips graze something metal.
I freeze, realizing it's a sign attached to the wall.
My fingers trace the raised characters - "Emergency Exit."
Beneath the words is an arrow pointing left.
I follow the direction of the arrow and discover a recessed doorway.
I push it open and step into the night air, finally free.
I emerge from the emergency exit into a narrow alley behind the factory.
My delivery uniform is damp with sweat and grime.
The alley stretches out in both directions, lined with tall brick buildings.
Dumpsters and scattered boxes litter the ground.
I check both directions, then sprint down the alley, my footsteps echoing off the brick walls.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui guides me.
"Keep going straight," he says.
"You'll reach the main street soon. The evening crowds are gathering."
I run past several more dumpsters and scattered boxes, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Finally, I see the end of the alley ahead.
I slow to a walk, adjusting my uniform and delivery bag so I blend in with the evening crowds.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui confirms no one followed me out of the factory.
I step onto the bustling main street, disappearing into the sea of people.
I adjust my delivery uniform and walk briskly through the evening crowd, keeping my head down.
The neon signs of shops and restaurants glow brightly, casting a colorful light over the street.
The smell of street food wafts through the air, mingling with the sound of chatter and laughter.
My heart still pounds from the underground escape, but I force myself to keep a steady pace.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui remains radio silent, only breaking it occasionally to confirm I'm still on track.
I check my surroundings constantly for any sign of pursuit.
So far, there's no indication anyone followed me out of the factory.
But I know that could change at any moment.
"Black SUV cruising past," Luo Sha Rui's voice crackles through my earpiece.
I glance up casually, pretending to check delivery orders on my phone.
The SUV glides slowly past, its tinted windows reflecting the neon lights of the street.
I change direction, taking a longer route past busy shops and restaurants. The SUV circles back around, its pace deliberate as it searches for any sign of me.
I quicken my pace, weaving through the crowd toward the subway station's neon signs in the distance.
As I approach the station, I see the SUV pulling over to the curb ahead.
I duck into the subway entrance, disappearing into the throng of commuters.
I scan the half-empty subway car while settling into a plastic seat by the sliding doors.
My dirty delivery uniform draws curious looks from other passengers.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui confirms the black SUV has left the station entrance.
Two men in dark jackets enter from the next car, making me tense up.
I pretend to check delivery orders on my phone while watching their reflection in the window.
When they sit three rows behind me, I grip my phone tighter, ready to exit at the next stop.
I grip my phone tightly while eyeing the subway car's connecting door, counting passengers between me and my escape route.
A group of loud tourists with shopping bags clusters near the door.
They provide perfect cover for slipping into the next car.
When the train curves and people shift to keep their balance, I stand casually as if checking my delivery app.
The men in dark jackets remain seated but watch me through the reflection in the window.
I take small steps toward the tourists, pretending to study my phone screen.
I edge toward the connecting door, using the swaying motion to mask my steps.
The tourists' chatter and rustling shopping bags provide cover as I pretend to check delivery notifications.
When the train begins decelerating, metal wheels squealing against the tracks, I time my steps with the momentum.
The men in dark jackets remain fixed on my reflection.
As the train lurches into the station, I grab the door handle and slide it open in one smooth motion, stepping through just as the gap between cars narrows.
I step into the next car, positioning myself between a businessman reading his tablet and an elderly woman with groceries.
My dirty delivery uniform draws curious glances, but I keep my eyes down, pretending to scroll through orders.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui confirms the men haven't followed me yet.
The train's fluorescent lights flicker as we pass through a tunnel.
I grip a handrail, ready to move if needed, while scanning reflections in windows for any sign of dark jackets.
"Did you lose them?" Luo Sha Rui's voice crackles through the earpiece, tension evident in her tone.
"For now," I murmur, keeping my voice low as I glance at the businessman beside me.
"Good," she replies, "because the package isn't just a delivery—it's a key to everything."
I grip the handrail near the subway doors, watching passengers shift as the train decelerates.
My dirty delivery uniform draws a few stares, but I keep my eyes fixed on my phone screen.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui warns that the men in dark jackets are moving between cars, searching.
The train's brakes screech as we approach the platform.
I position myself behind a tall businessman, using him as cover while inching closer to the doors.
"Are you sure they don't know what you look like?" Luo Sha Rui's voice is urgent, cutting through the static.
"I hope not," I reply, glancing at my reflection in the window to ensure my cap is still low over my eyes.
"Then get ready," she says, "because once you're off this train, there's no turning back."
I grip my phone tightly as the subway screeches to a halt, positioning myself directly behind the tall businessman in his dark suit.
When the doors slide open, I match his walking pace perfectly, using his broad shoulders as a shield while we exit.
The evening crowd pushes around us, their footsteps echoing through the station.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui warns that the men in dark jackets are now on the platform.
I duck behind a group of office workers leaving the subway platform, matching their casual pace while keeping my head tilted down.
My dirty delivery uniform stands out, so I unzip it halfway to show a plain t-shirt underneath.
The men in dark jackets scan the crowd from the top of the escalator, their eyes searching for a glimpse of me.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui guides me toward a side exit where fewer cameras operate.
The sound of an announcement echoes through the station, and the crowd surges forward.
I press against the subway station wall, watching a group of tourists pose with their phones raised.
Their excited chatter and camera flashes provide perfect cover.
Moving casually, I join the edge of their group, pretending to check my delivery app while they take selfies.
The tourists speak Japanese, clustering together for group photos against a station mural.
Through my earpiece, Luo Sha Rui confirms the men in dark jackets are still searching the main corridor.
I slip away unnoticed, blending into the flow of travelers as I head for the exit.