I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 333 - 233

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.

Otherwise, he would have to change his investigative direction, heading to the infamously treacherous Lighthouse Country to investigate the origins of a certain shipment.

That would be even more troublesome.

If not absolutely necessary, Nick Horton was hardly eager to return to that place in Lighthouse Country, where the warrants for his arrest were outrageously intense.

Thus, after several sleepless nights, overcoming numerous difficulties and obstacles.

Finally, at the tail end of April.

Through days of tireless effort, Nick Horton captured the trail of the mysterious middleman, known as "Black Crow," using the subtle information from previous interrogations and his overseas connections.

And so, Nick Horton’s figure appeared in this far-off and secluded town in Gaul.

Based on intelligence from one of the locals, Nick Horton felt he had essentially figured out the whereabouts of "Black Crow."

At this moment, Nick Horton sat in the motel’s simple yet clean room.

Under the dim light, his figure seemed particularly focused.

The hand-drawn map spread out before him was like a complex web; every line, every dot, a carefully laid trap aiming to capture the elusive "Black Crow."

The map was scribbled with different colors of ink marking rumors gathered from locals, information unearthed from inconspicuous newspaper corners, and seemingly trivial details that might actually conceal significant clues.

His fingers slowly glided over the markings on the map, replaying every relevant scene, every snippet of conversation in his mind, attempting to extract further information at each location.

Besides this.

The map also contained other pieces of information.

Including recent operations of the Shadow Blade Assassin Organization, the conflict situations in the Golden Triangle Region...

Of course, the details of these pieces of information weren’t recorded at length.

Nick Horton’s main focus remained on gathering intelligence about the middleman "Black Crow."

His fingers gently tapped the desktop, each touch acting like a timer ticking in his mind, reminding him of the preciousness of time.

After long contemplation, the fog in Nick Horton’s mind gradually cleared.

A clear idea began to take shape.

Nick Horton, based on the sparse but key clues provided by this small town, carefully drew a small red circle on that heavily annotated and lined map.

This inconspicuous mark was to him what an "X" is on a treasure map, signaling the endpoint of his quest.

"It’s... here!"

He murmured, his voice revealing a barely detectable excitement.

Compared with the tightly organized, covert actions of drug lord syndicates and assassin organizations, an independent middleman like "Black Crow", with his relatively smaller scale of operation and more direct trading methods, offered Nick a glimmer of hope in his tracking endeavor.

Seemingly concealed, his actions lacked the manpower to clean up evidence as thoroughly as the larger organizations.

Thus, he had slipped up.

Nick Horton narrowed his eyes, his gaze as sharp as if it could penetrate distances, directly looking toward that marked location.

The excitement twinkling in his eyes was the harbinger of his long journey of tracking and analysis about to be validated.

At this moment, all the weariness and uncertainty seemed to be dispelled by this sudden surge of confidence.

He had virtually pinpointed the mysterious middleman "Black Crow’s" hideout.

Nick felt he had finally grasped the throes of fate, ready to strike a decisive blow at any moment.

Yet this certainty was accompanied by caution.

Years in the life of crime had taught him that every detail could harbor traps, and every confident stride could lead to a false path of failure.

Therefore, Nick began to carefully plan each subsequent step, considering every possible variable, ensuring the operation was fail-safe.

Taking a deep breath.

Now, fairly certain of "Black Crow’s" location, Nick Horton phoned Bai Shi, who was still in Hua Country and had not yet departed.