"disappeared?"
"Yes, Sorge's public identity is a third-level agent of the Inspection and Enforcement Bureau. We initially contacted him through our connections in the Inspection and Enforcement Bureau. The environment around him might not be safe at that time, so we agreed on a time."
"He didn't contact you."
"Yes," Tu Ran's voice was low in the receiver, "I contacted him through the bracelet of an intermediary from a biotech company with a clean identity, and included the verification information in the business speech. The entire call process was very short."
K said aloud: "Is it possible that Sorge didn't understand?"
"Impossible," Li Liang shook his head.
In this world, there is no better spy than the Group. In this situation, it is impossible for the Group to miss any information, not to mention the seemingly inconspicuous words "Billy's Redemption" are of great significance to the Group, and it is absolutely impossible neglect.
"Isn't it Sorge on the other side?" Mizuno speculated.
Tu Ran seemed to have heard this and immediately said: "He said something like this, how long you live depends on your life."
Li Liang took a deep breath: "That's Sorge."
There are only two possibilities at the moment, either Sorge is tied up by something and cannot escape temporarily, or this unremarkable sales call still arouses the vigilance of some people, and Sorge is in danger at the moment.
K and Shui Ye obviously thought of these two possibilities and waited quietly for Li Liang to make a decision.
moment.
Li Liang held up the microphone and asked, "What did House say?"
“He’ll call me back in three hours.”
"Well, where are those locations?"
"The area to the southwest of the garbage dump near the canopy is blocked by a mountain of rubbish. No one or vehicle can get close to it, and there is a fixed-position warning robot on the canopy. The east side of North Cuiping Park is adjacent to the villa area, with wide streets and dense monitoring equipment." No. 189 First Street is a private tavern with a clean owner. Nanjiangang Rare Earth Company has at least a group of 12 armed robots patrolling the place. I suspect there are drones inside. This confidential unit that supplies the upper city area is always heavily guarded. There is a lot of traffic on Ichiban Street, traffic control has been implemented at the intersections on both sides, Ex Machina is open for business normally, and the Mechanics Guild has sent additional gunmen, there are no other abnormalities."
Tu Ran spoke quickly, calmly and clearly.
"Okay," Li Liang thought for a while, "We will leave for the western mine immediately. If everything goes well, we will contact you as soon as possible. Before Sorge appears, you will suspend your activities there and pay attention to concealment."
beep--
The phone hangs up.
Li Liang slowly put down the receiver.
Tu Ran's role is very critical. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Tu Ran must not be allowed to take risks. The situation in China and Beijing is now complicated. Before getting the group's intelligence, priority must be given to ensuring smooth communication.
The control room was silent.
In addition to K and Mizuno, there were several Mayfly leaders who made eye contact with each other and remained silent.
Li Liang's voice was calm.
"Set off."
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after an hour.
One transport pontoon boat after another connected end to end, speeding across the wasteland.
The pontoon is a rectangular parallelepiped with rounded edges and corners, floating forward dozens of centimeters above the ground. Except for the narrow cockpit, the rest is a fully enclosed cargo hold. The black hull is painted with a large Softbank logo, a red and white checkered spindle shape.
Most of this kind of anti-gravity cargo transportation equipment is automatically controlled by the system. The cockpit often only has the light of the holographic system flashing, but it can actually be switched to manual driving.
Illegal hallucinogens, weapons, materials, and equipment are circulated on the black market in various cities. In addition to the channel of submarines, gangs often bribe the managers of both the origin and terminal stations of the transport aerostat, thereby substituting the system and converting some of them. Legal cargo is replaced by their illegal cargo shipments.
In this case, someone will need to personally escort the transport pontoon.
At this moment, the wasteland was swept by a sandstorm, with flying sand and rocks, and the sky was dark and the ground was dark. However, the transport pontoon was not affected at all, its speed did not slow down, and its body was stable.
Rocks and gravel hit the boat from time to time, and clusters of sparks streaked across it.
In the cockpit of a pontoon boat at the front, Lao Zhao was leaning on the driver's seat, his legs passing through the blue holographic image, resting on the center console, stepping on the front windshield, and a young man sitting in the co-pilot on the other side. The Mayfly Gunner.
The holographic image displays various data such as vehicle body status, surrounding environment, and road condition information, which are constantly changing.
Boom~
A rock hit the windshield with a loud bang.
Old Zhao took out his ears, crossed his arms and took a nap out of boredom, while the Mayfly Gunner on the side carefully wiped a dog-leg machete.
Behind them is the enclosed cargo bay.
The cargo hold was dark, filled with the salty smell left over from years of transporting ore.
Click.
Someone lit a fire and lit a cigarette.
"Give me one," said another.
Soon, the cabin lit up with dots of burning stars.
Li Liang was sitting against the cargo wall, beside him was K who was smoking silently, and across from him was Mizuno who was kneeling.
Smoke filled the air, and the ventilation equipment in the cargo compartment automatically turned on.
No one spoke in the cabin, only the whistling wind and Lao Zhao's snore coming from the intercom.
Another hour passed.
The pontoon began to slow down significantly.
Everyone in the cargo hold stood up.
Zhi——
Lao Zhao's voice came from the walkie-talkie in K's hand: "We'll be there soon."
There was a sound of loading, and the cargo hold became restless.
Li Liang slowly pulled out a Colt M1911 from the holster under his ribs, his arms hanging by his sides and his eyes lowered.
suddenly.
A low voice came from the intercom: "No, something happened!"
Wow.
The atmosphere in the cargo hold suddenly became tense.
Then, a loud siren sounded from the intercom.
Two minutes later.
A strange man's voice came out clearly: "Where did it come from?"
Lao Zhao's voice was a little careless: "Who the hell are you? Where is Berg?"
"Answer my question, where did it come from?"
Unexpectedly, old Zhao, who looked fair and fat, uttered a violent rebuke: "Fuck you, pretend to be your mother. Even if Keith is here, you don't have the fucking courage to talk to me like this."
The intercom was quiet for a few minutes.
The strange man from before said in a low voice: "The goods from Tomahawk?"
"Get out of here, get out of here," Lao Zhao's voice said every word.
Boom.
The pontoon started up again and began to accelerate.
for a long time.
Lao Zhao's voice came over the intercom: "It should be fine. We'll be at the unloading point in ten minutes."
There was a noise in the cargo hold, and most of them sounded relieved and put their guns back behind them again.
However.
Li Liang said softly: "There's something wrong."
Once the darkness fell, the atmosphere became tense again.
"Old Zhao?" K came closer and lowered his voice, "His family is still on the Defiant..."
"No," Li Liang shook his head, "it was too easy for us to pass."
One of the Mayfly leaders hesitated and said: "Tomahawk has bought out the departure station, and Lao Zhao still has some respect in the western mines..."
Li Liang understood what he meant.
Thinking too much?
"I hope so," Li Liang shook his head and put the gun back into its holster.
At this time.
The pontoon began to slow down.
More than ten minutes later.
The cargo hold opened, and Li Liang jumped out last. He looked around. They were in the corner of a huge warehouse, surrounded by rusty metal parts. Each of those parts was exaggerated in size. The smallest one was two times larger than the transport pontoon. , it’s hard to imagine how spectacular the mechanical equipment that can use such parts is.
A fleet of transport pontoons is among them, like a row of toy cars.
The faint rumble of heavy machinery at work could be heard in the distance. The air was dry and cold, and white steam could be breathed out when breathing.
The Mayfly Gunners began unloading gear and vehicles, remaining silent the entire time.
Li Liang closed his eyes calmly.
Beating hearts are densely scattered around, representing all the people on one's side.
next moment.
He suddenly "saw" that there was a heart beating alone just more than ten meters away.
Opening his eyes, he saw a huge gear-shaped part.
Someone is hiding in the darkness behind the parts.
Peeping quietly.
