Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1326: June 6th

On the morning of June 6th, after Han Jun hung up the phone, he was filled with anticipation for the future.

Since becoming posthuman, he couldn’t remember how many years it had been and couldn’t recall the last time he had been so excited. Standing on the pier and looking up at the distant horizon, he was greeted by a vast expanse of blue sky and sea, just like his free and unrestrained future.

Early yesterday morning, he blocked his number from his wife’s phone. This way, that woman named Lin Sanjiu would never be able to contact him again. Han Jun felt a bit conflicted at this point, like a water ghost ashore watching someone fall into the water, a familiar face.

There couldn’t be many posthumans like Lin Sanjiu who were determined to return to Doomsday. Just thinking about it made him realize that they were the most pitiful and would have the most difficulty accepting reality in the future.

His thoughts quickly shifted away from Lin Sanjiu and back to his wife. Just a little longer, and she would come here to meet him. When she arrived, how would he explain to her?

As Han Jun pondered, he made no effort to conceal his face.

There was no need. Everyone entering the pier had to go through several security checkpoints, such as facial recognition, identity card verification, and personal belongings checks.

Moreover, there were cameras in every corner, and his identity and appearance had long been in the system. Surveillance was naturally tighter in places involving entry and exit, although the ships’ so-called ‘departure’ from this pier was just a trip around the high seas—after all, getting approval to set foot on foreign land was even harder than reaching the sky.

The disciplined security team leader, who had been expelled, disappeared the day after the museum was robbed. It would only be a matter of time before the police noticed. But even if they realized he had left the pier today, what could they do? Han Jun was playing a game of time. By the time they realized he was a suspect, he would have already disappeared.

He casually squeezed into a crowd of tourists waiting to board the cruise ship, chattering away. Like many tourists, he was dressed in a tank top and shorts, dragging a suitcase with a ‘Sky Journey’ tag around his neck; there was also a ticket tucked in his pants pocket, prepared for his wife.

Han Jun had hesitated and struggled all day yesterday, and he still didn’t understand why he had called his wife.

His wife, Deng Yilan, was just an ordinary woman. The most rebellious thing she had ever done in her life was to get married at the age of 34. Besides that, she was even afraid of being late and having her salary deducted. How could she understand him? How could she understand their future? It was too dangerous for him, and he shouldn’t have involved her—besides, when he had money in the future, what kind of woman couldn’t he find?

At first, he thought it was at least a matter of husband and wife, just making a call to ask her not to worry about him and find someone else. But after the call was connected, what came out of his mouth was “Come to the Copper Harbor Pier to find me.”

He had really turned into a soft egg in this world.

Han Jun silently vowed it would be best if that woman didn’t drag him down when she left the ship. Otherwise, he would push her into the water.

The Xingbang cruise ship will be on the open sea at one o’clock tonight. As long as he goes to the rear deck, there would naturally be a soft ladder leaning against the railing. Under that ladder, a motorboat will be waiting for him in the dark night, taking him to another ship to sneak into another country.

It’s funny that despite the strict supervision in this place, it couldn’t prevent truly systematic criminal organizations. The Sky Journey company responsible for this cruise secretly engaged in smuggling and human trafficking. Fortunately, he had met someone well-connected in the underworld by chance; otherwise, he would have had a headache about how to escape.

Of course, the price was not cheap, and he dared not leak any information.

Although they appeared to be like brothers on the surface, once the other party knew that an ordinary person like him had six valuable exhibits in hand, he would definitely be taken advantage of… he had to pretend that he had offended someone and dug up all the valuable things he had obtained when he was still a posthuman, just to get himself a ‘special passenger’ ticket.

Yes, only one ticket.

Amidst the noisy chatter and bustling crowd of tourists, a man was holding a mobile phone, constantly scanning the crowd as if looking for someone; when the phone hung up due to no answer, he couldn’t help but curse, “Where did you go?” and raised it again to make another call. Han Jun stood not far from the man, uncomfortably clearing his throat and instinctively covering the few bloodstains scratched on his arm.

Each ticket was printed with the name, age, and even a photo. Since he had just decided to let his wife come along, he couldn’t buy a ticket at the last minute. What else could he do but knock out a female tourist of similar age and build to snatch her ticket? Fortunately, Deng Yilan had an ordinary face, which was, at best, just pleasant to look at. Coupled with the unclear photo on the ticket, he could barely get away with it.

He sighed inwardly. He now found it difficult to subdue an ordinary woman, and he had been scratched many times.

“Sir,” a female voice called out to him from beside. “Sir?”

Han Jun took a step back with a start, looking up to see a young girl in a cruise staff uniform. “You’re a VIP passenger, right? Please use our special channel.”

These low-level employees certainly didn’t understand what the ‘VIP passenger’ they were sending off meant. But when it came to tracing it later, inevitably, some of these low-level employees would recall that there was a ‘VIP passenger’ when they boarded the ship but disappeared when they disembarked. It was too careless. Why bother with a special channel?

Han Jun hurriedly lowered his head, put on his sunglasses, and replied in a low voice, “I’m waiting for someone, maybe later.”

The girl exclaimed, nodded in confusion, and walked away, mouth agape.

Han Jun felt a bit uneasy.

When he picked up the ticket, he hadn’t been told there was also a VIP status. Perhaps the girl had made a mistake, or maybe the special channel was closer to the escape route to avoid attracting the attention of other passengers. He glanced again at the blue sky and sea outside the pier—they were so vast, so expansive.

Why hadn’t Deng Yilan come yet?

A burly man in a black short-sleeved uniform separated from the crowd and strode towards him. “Sir,” he said, wearing a security cap and straining his muscles against his clothes. “Please follow us to the special channel.”

Han Jun’s heart sank, but he said, “I’m waiting for someone.”

“After she arrives, you can ask her to find you.”

Why were they insisting on this? Han Jun couldn’t help but look around. Several other men in security uniforms, just as he had seen before, had gathered around, blocking him in the middle.

It couldn’t be the police; they wouldn’t need to pose as security guards to make an arrest. He took a deep breath, and besides, even if they were the police, they couldn’t do anything to him now because he had no evidence of him. He feared that someone in the underworld had guessed he was carrying something.

“Alright, let’s go,” Han Jun said, his scalp tingling, and he didn’t forget to grab the small suitcase he used as a disguise.

They were just three or four ordinary security guards; he had never even bothered to blink at them in the past. But now he had to bear being taken away by them, and he didn’t know where they would take him.