For the profession of private detectives, the public perception is shrouded in mystery, with the detectives being perceived as enormously capable. In fact, being a private detective isn’t something just anyone can do, nor is it a job you can simply slide into after serving as a soldier or as a special forces reconnaissance operative. Working as a private detective requires a high level of technical skill. Thus, Memphis Blackwell, who retired from the intelligence section of a major military region, enlisted at sixteen and joined the intelligence section as a junior serviceman at seventeen. Because he was a serviceman with access to a variety of tasks, he was able to encounter all sorts of high-tech equipment. In this way, he spent eight years in the intelligence section. When he retired at twenty-five, he was assigned a position in the Public Security Bureau. However, he didn’t accept that job. As someone who cherished freedom, he lay low for a year before venturing into private investigation. Already knowledgeable about various devices and intelligence collection, he enhanced his expertise through online self-study and later, in partnership with his girlfriend, acquired some compact equipment to formally step into the private detective industry. He and his girlfriend were akin to a pair of lovebirds, ancient times had husband and wife bandit duos, whereas they were a detective couple. His detective agency didn’t have an office, although it had a name, there was no actual physical location for it because the ’office’ was the workspace in his home. In contrast to Memphis Blackwell and his girlfriend, Isaac Quintana was truly a lone wolf, operating without equipment or high-tech gadgets, relying entirely on personal experience for investigation and tracking. He was not a military man, nor had he been involved in intelligence. However, his ancestors had been in the military. After reading Sherlock Holmes detective novels as a child, he became infatuated with the mysterious profession of detective. As he grew up, his room filled with every conceivable detective book. He was truly self-taught, took pride in his detective work, and was a person with an obsession for his life’s calling, never once giving up on it. Moreover, the origin of his name, Isaac Quintana, wasn’t random; he had an eagle, an eagle that soared over the urban steel jungle, and that eagle was named Isaac Quintana. The eagle soaring in the sky was his eyes; anyone that he locked onto couldn’t shake off his gaze. In the morning, while he collaborated with Memphis Blackwell, who provided a rough direction of the electronic signal, he took charge of finding the person. One used high technology, and the other relied on his experience and ability. Together, they actually managed to locate Lucy Clayton, and after the two reconvened, they trailed Lucy Clayton’s vehicle, one car trailing the other. When Memphis Blackwell made a call to Yusuf Zuck, the reality was that he had just met up with Isaac Quintana, spotted Lucy Clayton’s car in motion, and after getting confirmation, he placed the call to Yusuf. However, what Lucy Clayton looked like and who she was, they still hadn’t seen. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⁂fire.net Of course, they knew that Lucy Clayton must be no ordinary person; her mobile number was six eights, and she traveled with two cars, both of which were high-end, so they were very cautious in their tracking. About five minutes later, not far after a row of cars exited the roundabout intersection, Memphis Blackwell asked his girlfriend, who was sitting beside him, to call Isaac Quintana and tell him to stop driving, they couldn’t follow any further. In reality, before his girlfriend could make the call, Isaac Quintana’s car had already stopped. The two cars, one in front of the other, stopped on a narrow rural road—likely one of those village access roads—where driving side by side would seem crowded. The reason for not continuing pursuit was the obviousness of it; there were few cars on this road to begin with, and since they had followed all the way from the city, anyone with sense would realize they were being deliberately tracked. "Isaac..." Memphis Blackwell got out of the car with his girlfriend. It was the second time he had met Isaac Quintana, but today’s cooperation was nothing short of perfect. Isaac Quintana greeted Memphis Blackwell with a handshake, smiling. "Let me introduce my wife, Mary Berger. We’re a detective couple; she’s my assistant!" Memphis Blackwell said, introducing her proactively. "Hello, Big Brother Hai, it’s a pleasure to work with you." Mary Berger was very pretty, tall, and had an elegant demeanor. "Haha, a husband and wife team, that’s truly enviable, but we can’t follow anymore. If we keep up, we’ll lose them—don’t worry, they can’t escape," Isaac Quintana said with full confidence. "Haha, Isaac, you’re a master, I believe that. So we just wait here for Boss Zuck?" "Yes, let’s wait a little while," Isaac Quintana nodded. Anais Dillon and Isaac Quintana leaned against the car and sat down while Mary Berger got some bread and water from the car—their breakfast had been rushed, and the bread and water were leftovers. About forty minutes later, the three of them saw a roaring pickup truck speeding towards them. The truck was very fast, probably exceeding a hundred miles an hour. "Vroom—" The pickup truck stopped behind Anais Dillon’s car, and Anais Dillon walked over with his girlfriend, Mary Berger, and Isaac Quintana. "This is my partner, and also my wife, Mary Berger," Anais Dillon introduced again. "Where is the person? Where are they?" Yusuf Zuck asked, frowning. "They took this road, and the tracking was too obvious, so we didn’t continue to avoid startling them. However, we can still pinpoint their exact location," Anais Dillon explained. "Hmm, lead the way, follow them—don’t worry about causing a disturbance," Yusuf Zuck nodded. "Let’s go then, just follow me," said Anais Dillon, as he and Mary Berger got into the car. Isaac Quintana didn’t say anything; his eagle had already been tracking them, so Lucy Clayton couldn’t escape. Anais Dillon led the way, with three cars speeding forward, one after the other. Sensing Yusuf Zuck’s urgency, Anais Dillon drove fast, as did Isaac Quintana. Along the rural road, the three cars streaked off urgently. Meanwhile, Lucy Clayton’s Land Rover and the Audi Q7 following him entered the Fish Village Manor one after the other. Indeed, there was an oval-shaped lake here, not big, like a huge bubble. And this fish village was part of the Wengquan Manor, with a restaurant and guest rooms, open to the public. This place was his private property, often hosting tourists visiting the countryside, retirement groups, student groups for an overnight stay, holding bonfire parties, setting off fireworks, and the like. However, in winter’s off-season, there were no guests; only three cars were parked in front of the main building of the guest rooms, and the lake was frozen over, covered with snow. After getting out of the car, Lucy Clayton headed straight for the guest rooms. There was one room designated for his sole use, never open to the public. However, he had caused a lot of trouble here. Moreover, he had killed people, and those he had killed were crushed and thrown directly into the lake to feed the fish. The fish here were famously tasty and fatty; in summer, many people came here specifically to eat the wild lake fish. "You all get out," he ordered the men and women in the room who were guarding Paisley Kirk. After chasing them out, he removed his shirt, tossed it onto the bed with a laugh, and said, "Are you scared? Don’t be, I won’t hurt you. I’ll keep you company here for a few days. Later, we can soak in the hot springs together—it’s very relaxing."