Zheng Yang scratched his head and spread his hands.
"I secretly traded these light bulbs with a receptionist in the rebel army. Because it was a private transaction and the quantity was relatively large, I had to borrow a truck to transport them."
Octane was a little confused: "Isn't this normal?"
Zheng Yang: "But when I went to borrow the truck, I borrowed it under the name Weiyang, not under the name of a private transaction with the receptionist. This may be what they suspected, but they heard that I was just borrowing the truck, not even the name. You don’t have to pay any fees to lend it to me.”
Octan was still puzzled: "So those people were officially sent by the resistance army to track them?? Just suspect that there is no need for so many people..."
"Yes, I'm confused too. They were tracked for no reason. I can't beat this group of people." Zheng Yang was also confused. "Their tracking skills are better than mine. I could tell right away."
Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in Octan's mind, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Could you borrow a truck from the rebels, then drive the truck back to the rebel base, find a receptionist to transport the goods privately, and then drive the truck out again?"
Zheng Yang: "Yes, is there anything wrong?"
Octane: "…………"
Octane walked to the corner, and Maoqiu and Lang retreated at Zheng Yang's signal.
Then Octane patted the people in the corner and asked them to stand up.
The rebel scout stood up and took a closer look.
Oh, isn’t this the eldest son of Silva Company? One of our own!
Octane patted the scout on the shoulder and said, "You can leave. These disco balls and light bulbs do not hide any intelligence or weapons from the rebel base. I guarantee it on my behalf."
The scout immediately assumed a military posture on the spot, and then led the people to leave.
"etc!"
The scout turned back cautiously, just because the owner of that voice whispered in his ear "Who are you looking for?" when he was very focused on tracking, and then he fainted...
This sound was nothing short of a nightmare to him, or to the group of people who were following him.
Zheng Yang scratched his head. After listening to what Octan said just now, he also understood the misunderstanding.
"Why are you still tracking him after you've already checked him? It's really wrong. You should have detained the receptionist, right? Remember to let him go when you get back."
"Okay Mr. Weiyang!"
The scout quickly took the people for a walk.
He did not ask Octane why he bought so many light bulbs, because it had long been known among the resistance and the IMC that the eldest son of the Silva family liked to commit suicide. This time, it was probably a difficult attempt to commit suicide under neon lights.
Octane clapped his hands and shouted, "Okay, get ready to start work!"
Octan then handed the phone to Zheng Yang. Zheng Yang took it and saw that the live broadcast room had been opened.
It must have just been opened, the number of people is rising crazily, and the barrage is also declining.
"Is Lao Xin trying to commit suicide again?"
"No, no, no, really anyone dares to challenge the death-defying skateboarding moves designed by that devilish designer?"
"Is this anchor the one who used a grenade to blow himself up from the starting point to the finish line last time?"
"The person I'm talking about upstairs is Lao Xin. I think he tried his best to dissuade me from challenging me, but it seems that after installing the mechanical leg, Lao Xin likes to commit suicide even more..."
"You are trying to dissuade me upstairs!"
"The anchor only has the preview from the day before every time, and I am always speechless."
"I was so scared that I rushed downstairs to buy a melon and wait for me!"
"Wuhu! Come on, anchor!"
"..."
Zheng Yang hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and set it up to take pictures. When he turned around, he saw that Octane was already climbing the stairs towards the highest point. Zheng Yang took pictures of the surrounding scenes.
Suddenly, the live broadcast room flickered several times, the screen was split into two halves, and a first-person perspective screen appeared, corresponding to Octane's perspective.
It seems that Octane installed a camera on the front of the helmet or jacket that is connected to the mobile live broadcast room.
Zheng Yang also climbed to the middle auditorium, which actually meant setting up an iron platform for filming on the second and third floors.
Needless to say, it is indeed the future world. The pixels of this mobile phone are amazing. A few floors away, Zheng Yang did not expand, but just brought his eyes closer to the screen. He could still see the small stains on the octane helmet lens. You may not be able to find the stain on your spectacle lenses.
Outrageous...
Zheng Yang clicked his tongue in surprise.
After a while, a lever was pulled.
The large iron basin in the middle instantly ignited a fire, and the fire stirred up the night, adding a bit of wild flavor to the bamboo forest. Just looking at this scene, it may not be believed by people to say that the world's technology tree has reached the middle or upper level.
A wild and powerful aura hit his face, and Zheng Yang was very proud.
But if you think you're so awesome, just put your hands on your hips and take a break.
"It's all for free, kid!!! How about that!!!" Zheng Yang shouted to Octane, who was a few floors away and at a high place.
Octane, who was in a daze at the beginning of the high place, heard this and shouted downwards, "Fuck!!! Awesome!!!"
The barrage in the live broadcast room flew by quickly.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!" x10086
"The visuals and the atmosphere created by Lao Xin are so strong this time!"
“The atmosphere this time is so strong!”
Zheng Yang looked at the barrage flying up and said cheerfully, "How about it, I'll do it for you."
The barrage slid down quickly, and one barrage happened to be seen by Zheng Yang.
"Hao guy, the atmosphere team was delayed by mercenaries?"
Zheng Yang: "......"
ps: There will be another update tonight.
