At this moment, there is a cicada and two birds, and the situation forms a delicate balance.
Zhuos Yingling and the Marginal Business Department will never start a war at the risk of awakening Xi'an until they reach the "match point".
The "match point" is when the spiritual core carried by the goblin falls into the hands of one party.
Li Liang realized that the reason why no one cared about the spiritual core in his hand was because Li Chengshu would never allow the fourth princess to get this spiritual core. As long as the heroic guards took action, the spacecraft of the Marginal Business Department would open fire in mid-air, and the situation would Will immediately switch to fighting across the board, and vice versa.
On the other hand, the two sides are almost evenly matched. Once a battle begins, the outcome is uncertain. Only his third-party force can bring changes to the situation and create an opportunity to determine the outcome. Moreover, in the eyes of both parties, even if he wins over Mayfly, And some gangs and guilds are just cicadas after all, they can be destroyed easily and cannot become oriole.
Together, these factors have contributed to the current standoff.
Following this line of thinking, he finally understood that no matter who arranged the arrangements for the Western Mine, there was no need to follow him, let alone set up obstacles in the middle. The other party had only one purpose, which was to determine the approximate time of his arrival in Zhongjing.
He was a little lucky, but fortunately he didn't hesitate and kept going all the way, grabbing time.
If the goblin had handed over the spiritual core to Li Chengshu now, it would be impossible to form a balance. Maybe the war had already begun, and the moment he entered Zhongjing, he would be attacked by Zhuos Yingling.
but.
This kind of balance is like walking a tightrope between skyscrapers. If you are not careful, you will be in jeopardy.
The key is, when will the goblin arrive in Zhongjing?
Judging from the position of Zhenjie Fort, the goblin should have arrived with him, but judging from the situation, it was obvious that something had happened that delayed the goblin's trip.
In addition to the possibility of the fourth princess taking action to cut off Hu, Li Liang had another vague guess.
Is it possible that the missing Sorge, that is, the group, was assigned by Li Chengshu to handle the goblin?
Totally possible.
With the group's keen intuition, they will definitely delay the goblin's entry into Beijing.
But even so, there may not be too much time left for him.
This is still a gamble against time.
Boom.
The giant mining truck jolted and drove into the closed re-inspection workshop.
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Four mining trucks entered one after another, and the workshop gate began to lower.
Li Liang climbed out of the car's roof hatch behind the thin man, and instantly saw hundreds of people standing in darkness in the brightly lit workshop.
Judging by their attire, it was clear that these individuals were from four different organizations.
K, who was riding another heavy-duty mining truck, had already gotten off the car. At the same time, four people came out of the crowd below to greet him. The two parties talked quickly and looked over together.
Li Liang climbed down the ladder and approached quickly.
"This is Mr. Li Liang," K introduced.
"Hey, авторитет," a tall, fat bald man held Li Liang's hand tightly and said in a rich Russian retroflex, "Call me Ivan, Tomahawk is your brother."
"Rat Gang, Nao Ishikawa," a middle-aged Japanese man dressed like a grocery store owner bowed slightly.
The Irish man with a hooked nose in a black suit nodded and said: "Transportation Union Beijing Branch, Frank Sheeran."
"Tank," a black man with a bare upper body, his chin replaced by a mechanical structure, and a grin showing gold teeth said with a smile, "Bro, callmeTea."
Li Liang shook hands with the four of them and nodded in greeting.
At the same time, the heavily armed members of the Mayfly jumped from the mine truck one after another and gathered behind him. They all remained silent and had cold expressions. Coupled with the large number of people, their momentum instantly suppressed the motley army on the opposite side.
The workshop became silent.
Li Liang smiled and said in a calm tone:
"After tomorrow, Zhongjing belongs to us."
The next moment, the crowd raised their arms and roared, whistles were heard everywhere, and the different faces showed similar excitement and bloodlust.
Li Liang looked around.
Everyone present was a thug. The news that Tu Ran and K brought to them contained not only Zhuosi's dark plan, but also the countless wealth after victory.
A familiar feeling came to mind - it didn't matter whether it was justice or not, what mattered was whether the fire that started a prairie fire was violent enough.
Li Liang's eyes gradually became cold.
"Boss," K suddenly said.
"Huh?" Li Liang was in a daze, blinked, pulled off his collar and said, "Let's get started."
K frowned slightly, turned to Mizuno who was approaching and said, "Disperse as planned."
Mizuno nodded, raised his arm and waved his fist.
One thousand two hundred members of the Mayfly quickly divided into ten groups, began to unload weapons and vehicles from the heavy mining trucks, and redistributed the baggage by groups.
Frank Sheeran of the Transportation Union said solemnly: "The union has changed the routes of more than a dozen freight trips to Beijing before, and most of the goods were goods from the Rat Gang and TANK. According to the plan, we took the cargo pontoons of the Rat Gang and TANK. leave."
Ishikawa from the Rat Gang leaned forward and said: "Mr. Li Liang, our pontoon is ready and can enter the site immediately."
Tea from the Tank Gang casually made an OK gesture, indicating that the Tank Gang's convoy was also ready.
"How soon can we leave?" Li Liang asked.
"Half an hour at most."
"fifteen minutes."
Li Liang's tone left no room for doubt.
In a moment, thirty cargo transport pontoons rushed into the re-inspection workshop from the exit on the other side.
All gang members involved in the operation began to assemble vehicles according to the established groups.
Looking at the busy scene, Li Liang waved to K.
"Boss," K quickly approached.
Li Liangfu told K in a low voice the situation of the heroic guards and invisible spacecraft outside, as well as his guess.
"Yes, yes, I understand," K adjusted his sunglasses, "The plan remains unchanged?"
"Yes," Li Liang glanced at the gang members who were boarding the pontoons in batches. "As soon as the convoy entered the outer ring, they immediately dispersed. They each tried to find a way to get rid of the surveillance, and then gathered in Yiyi Street. As long as they arrived at the pre-arrangement smoothly, Once the number of people at the location reaches 80% or the time exceeds two hours, there is no need to wait any longer. You and Mizuno will lead people into Ex Machina immediately and wait for my news."
K hesitated for a moment: "Are you going to Nanjiang Port by yourself?"
"Well, it's okay," Li Liang waved his hand and raised the simple handheld device to look through it. Black tape fixed a walkie-talkie-like device and a bracelet chip together.
The thin man who had been waiting next to him hurriedly said: "This is a signal simulation communicator. You can use different bracelet IDs for directional communication. You can change the ID once you punch it." He took out a plastic bag from his pocket and filled it with Oval metal chip.
Li Liang had heard of this thing. Although it was simple in appearance, there were not many on the black market because the simulation program was very complicated.
He took the plastic bag, changed a chip into the device, and pressed the button on the side.
Soon, Tu Ran's voice came out again: "Mr. Li Liang."
"Can you see the checkpoint exit from your position?"
"Can."
"I'll give you a hint when we set off in a while. See you on the road."
"OK."
Li Liang turned off the communicator, pulled out the chip and crushed it.
The spacecraft of the Marginal Business Department was nearby and could potentially decipher all communication signals in the area. He did not dare to communicate too much with Tu Ran during the call, so he could only leave the checkpoint first and then try to communicate.
Buzz~buzz~buzz~
The anti-gravity engines were started one after another, and the transport pontoons were ready to go one after another.
There are fewer and fewer hurried figures in the workshop.
"That boat is yours," K pointed to a blue pontoon in the middle of the queue.
"Okay," Li Liang tightened his backpack, stuffed the communicator and chip bag into his pocket, arranged his weapons, and patted K on the shoulder, "Be safe."
K took off his sunglasses: "You too."
Li Liang nodded and walked quickly to the pontoon.
The transport pontoons in Zhongjing City are much smaller than those in the wasteland, and most of them are bullet-shaped. The one in front of you belongs to the Rat Gang, with the "MOUSE Department Store" icon painted on the blue hull.
He got into the cockpit, closed the door, and fastened his seat belt.
Through the porthole, he saw that K was confirming the task process and details with the team leader of each pontoon boat one by one, starting from the pontoon boat at the front of the queue, to ensure that everyone fully understood the next action.
Withdrawing his gaze, Li Liang took a deep breath and waited quietly.
A few minutes later, K suddenly opened the hatch and got in, stepped into the passenger seat, and said with a smile: "I will accompany you to Nanjiang Port."
"Huh?" Li Liang raised his eyebrows, "Can Shuiye handle it alone?"
"It doesn't matter, Lao Zhao will help her," K lowered his head to check the assault rifle, with a non-negotiable expression, "Your safety is more important."
Li Liang shook his head and started the transport pontoon.
Whistles sounded one after another in the workshop, which was the final signal.
The operational personnel and baggage have all boarded the boat.
Staring at the empty workshop outside the porthole, K spoke in a lazy tone: "Mayfly has one thousand two hundred people, Tomahawk has one hundred and fifty people, Rat Gang has eighty people, Tank has seventy-five people, and Transport Union has fifty-six people."
Li Liang looked forward and asked softly: "How many of these people will survive after tomorrow?"
K held the assault rifle horizontally, lowered his head and lit a cigarette: "Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in heaven."
Boom~
The exit gate slowly rose.
Li Liang held the rectangular steering wheel with both hands and gently pushed the power lever forward.
After following the first pontoon boat out of the exit, he stretched out his arm from the car window and shook it, giving Tu Ran a signal.
then.
Thirty transport pontoons belonging to the Rat Gang and TANK were connected end to end, speeding along the road inside the checkpoint. Under the operation of the Transport Union, the journey was smooth.
Li Liang turned his head and looked into the air through the porthole.
With his eyes closed, in Ling's field of vision, he clearly saw a group of pulsating hearts suspended in the air, closely following the transport team.
However, to the naked eye, there was no trace in the air.
As one of Xi'an's largest subsidiaries, Zhuos itself is a business unit company. Its marginal business department is responsible for interstellar exploration and planetary development. Naturally, it has mastered extremely high spacecraft technology. It is surprising that it is invisible to this extent. .
Li Liang had no expression on his face, resting his left elbow on the car door and holding the rudder with one hand on his right hand.
He didn't bother to pay attention to whether the bodyguards of Zhuos Yingling had followed him.
The three parties open their cards and the game officially begins.
The pontoon boats formed a tight formation, rushed out of the last pass of the checkpoint, and merged into the main road.
Near the end of the play, traffic in Xicheng District at midnight is still busy and busy.
The main road in the Western Ring Road is densely packed with vehicles.
The size of the cargo transport pontoon is much larger than that of ordinary passenger-carrying anti-gravity motor vehicles, and the low-altitude pontoon is somewhat conspicuous in crowded traffic.
Drive south for a moment and come to the first overpass.
Thirty transport pontoons suddenly diverged and sailed in four directions.
Li Liang took the direction and drove the pontoon to the northwest corner square, the most congested place in the West City.
He looked up again.
Sure enough, the spacecraft then chose the same direction as him.
Half an hour later.
The square in the northwest corner is in the distance, and the huge holographic images on both sides of the main street block out the sky. No matter which direction you look, your eyes are filled with brilliant colors. The skyscrapers are crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.
Traffic jam, all vehicles, low altitude pontoons approaching creeping.
Li Liang lowered the porthole glass and felt the noise of the city.
This place was chosen precisely to create opportunities for Tu Ran.
The airship airspace above this area is quite dense. Every hundred meters of drop can squeeze into two layers of airspace. Coupled with the extremely complicated flight route, it is simply delusional for a spacecraft to move forward and retreat freely here.
At this moment, the completely invisible spacecraft disappeared out of Ling's sight without any accident, and was obviously located in a fairly high airspace.
At this time.
A red light strip suddenly lit up at the intersection ahead, stretching across the main street.
"Huh?" Li Liang immediately sat up straight.
The red light is abnormally bright.
Boom.
An electromagnetic pontoon at the front braked in an emergency, and a retro-style car behind it rear-ended directly. There was a blast of horns and curses all around.
It was originally blocked, but now it has become a parking lot.
Only the Order Bureau can change traffic lights.
Tu Ran and House were nearby.
next moment.
Three patrol airships from the Bureau of Order circled out from behind the building diagonally above in a Z-shaped pattern and approached quickly, hovering just above the transport pontoon driven by Li Liang.
A careless voice came from the loudspeaker below the airship: "Beep, beep... I am Patrol No. 137 of the Order Bureau. The motor vehicle involved in the accident should pull over as soon as possible, so as not to affect traffic."
At the same time, Li Liang saw in the rearview mirror that an electric motorcycle was approaching quickly from a gap in the traffic. When it passed the porthole, a small object was thrown in imperceptibly.
An in-ear headphone.
Li Liang smiled, picked it up and put it in his ear.
"Hello, Li Liang," House's voice sounded, "Tu Ran and I are near you. This is the local communication of the Bureau of Order. The patrol boats above have also blocked sound wave detection. Our call should be safe. .”
