The darkness faded, before dawn came, City D.

A black and gray coupe slowly parked on the side of the empty road, and a sneaky man stood next to the second public service equipment. He was a little thin, wearing a woven hat, with wireless earplugs in both ears, and his body swayed rhythmically.

The master honked the horn.

The man looked up at him, then looked around inadvertently. After about a few seconds, he opened the car door as if nothing had happened and sat in.

"Where is Lao Hei?" Johnson asked casually.

"He is waiting for us in the bar." The master drove the car and answered his question casually, "Where is the stuff?"

Johnson just asked casually, without doubting anything. When he heard the master urged the goods, he stopped talking nonsense. He took out a card the size of a palm from his body and said, "I'll work all the way, and finally do it for you at the agreed time. There are a total of 4,000 yuan, one hand paying the money and the other hand delivering the goods."

"Very good." The master took out a stack of money from his pocket with his right hand and handed it to Peter. While he reached out to catch the money, the master's right hand grabbed his neck like an eagle's claw.

With a little force, Johnson burst into struggle, but the huge power of the dominant power made all the resistance he burst into vain. The car drove fast, the wind was whistling, and no third person knew what was going on in the car. About ten seconds later, everything returned to calm.

The master glanced at his new identity and stuffed the card into his top pocket.

The vehicle continued to run forward.

Leaving City D, the sports car ran on a curved road surrounded by mountains. After a distance, the car pulled over and stopped. The door opened. Peter, who was stiff all over was dragged out of the car by the dominant and threw it into the ravine on the side of the road. The body rolled along the hillside a few times and disappeared into a weed. The same ending of Lao Hei in the trunk was the same.

He set City C as his goal. The car kept running. After the high-energy battery exhausted its energy, he continued to replace the new battery at the charging station. He ran non-stop for a moment and finally entered City C. On the road, he turned on the in-car TV, and most of them were news about terrorist attacks.

Among them, his full body image has been mentioned many times and is listed as the key pursuit object. Although the hat he was wearing could cover most of his face, the appearance restored from his appearance is not much different from that of him now. If he encounters a police investigation, he will definitely be recognized as a so-called "terrorist".

If he wanted to hide, with the Zerg's ability, he would never find him even if he digs three feet into the ground. But escaping is always not a solution, and he knows nothing about Su En. Although he has heard of it several times before, he has never had a chance to be a guest. War requires preparation, and he does not want to waste time.

The best way to get information is naturally some places where there are mixed together, such as City C in Lao Hei's mouth is one of them, and a famous PMC (private military contractor) in a remote area is located here. In fact, there are many mercenary groups of different sizes here.

In City C, fake identities, money laundering, gambling, drug trafficking and other the most evil things you can think of are taken for granted here. This is due to its location at the junction of two major administrative regions and its own jurisdiction, so in some regions the laws are parallel to federal laws, making this junction even more difficult to restrict.

But when I first entered this city, it was just peaceful and quiet on the surface. The city was not too large, but there were many pedestrians coming and going. All kinds of people going to work in the morning were in a hurry. Public maglev rail transit vehicles left with full load every time. Then, another empty unmanned bus was parked next to the station. The waiting pedestrians rushed forward, and the cars moved like tin beetles and disappeared into the crowd.

The gates of large casinos on some streets are closed, and a few cleaners are cleaning the ground, leaving only huge billboards decorated with neon lights and large portraits of hot dancers. During the day, they are like sleeping lions. Once night falls, the sleeping lions will usher in the mania before they are about to prey.

The master drove his car into the underground parking lot of an ordinary hotel and drove a room with his new identity. The sleepy lady at the front desk just glanced at him, mechanically fulfilled her duties, told him the room card and some precautions. The master turned around and left like other tired guests.

But he began to like this city that is not care about the details.

...

Assal Mosley of City C has been in a bad mood recently.

In the eyes of others, he should be happy. As the boss of the largest local PMC, the Apocalypse Corps, he has intensified anti-terrorism strikes on the planet and surrounding star fields since the terrorist attacks by the Tianfei organization, and even hired capable and highly reputable contractors.

The "Apocalypse" Corps is definitely the best reputation among them. Faced with hundreds of millions of contract fees, this undoubtedly adds another perfect amount to the fiscal settlement at the end of the year. Moreover, with their familiarity with Sue, even some senior military officials will refer to their opinions.

This is ability.

He can also exchange for a continuous source of wealth. He is not only a military contractor, but also the boss of many nightclubs and casinos in City C.

Everyone thought he should be happy.

But he now has a stern face. Now some things are in his favor. But to think deeper and darker - he wishes to tear the hypocritical, ugly, ignorant face of the government representative, and stuff his stinky boots into his nonsense mouth, making all the words he spit out dirty and stupid!

How could the Heavenly Punishment launch a stupid terrorist attack?

As long as you have a little clearer inside story, those with a little brain will understand that they are disdainful of doing such things, and they have always been open and upright to do it.

As long as they do it, the heavenly punishment will be fully borne.

However, Tianzhu will never do anything like attacking spaceports and attacking the ground that harms others and benefits oneself. He has always been very confident in his real boss.

He is now sitting in a luxurious suite at a high-rise casino, and the projection screen in front of him plays the videos collected by his subordinates over and over again.

The list and photos of every terrorist attacker released by the government flashed countless times in his mind - but they were all rejected one by one.

He didn't know these people at all.

I don’t know how long it took, but after smoking packs of cigarettes after packs, a burst of smoke filled the house. When he could hardly see the subordinates coming and going, the communicator in the house rang.

"Take some fresh air." Mosley said to the air, and then the room's exhaust system started, and in a short while the smoke was sucked out.

This is an ultra-long-distance communication transferred from Ansaibo relay station. He stood in front of the holographic communication scanner and pressed the switch button. Countless lines and tiny pixels were rendered by the computer to depict a gentle middle-aged man at the fastest speed.

He looks in his forties, has brown hair, looks calm and composed, and is the kind of person who can accept the apology with a smile even if you hit him.

"Sir." Mosley said respectfully.

"Asar, my friend, your face doesn't look very good." The person in the video sat on a chair and asked him with concern.

"It's a little trouble, sir, but I'll solve it perfectly as soon as possible." Mosley said, but the meaning in his words was more like a guarantee.

"I believe in your ability. But don't worry too much, I will help you with it." The man said with a smile. "As for the government's frame-up, although we are upright and not afraid of shadows, we still have to do the necessary publicity measures. After all, if a mad dog wants to bite people, it is impossible to tell whether it is good or bad."

"I will do it, sir," Mosley said.

"I have found out some of the people who want to deal with the terrorist attacks." The people in the video were still dull and gentle. "A large part of them belonged to secret government agents, and some people's identities are difficult to track, but it is not difficult for me to do these things."

Mosley was shocked, but it was not the first time. Although the other party didn't know where he was, he would always have a good grasp of everything and every result.

Just like this time I was able to find out the whole story so quickly.

"But there is one of them, I'm curious." The person in the video clicked on the screen on his side a few times, and another image appeared in front of Mosley. He had also seen this person as a bandit on the wanted list pretending to be a soldier.

"I can't figure out the origin of this person for the time being, but I can be sure that he is still staying with Sue. I'm curious about his identity. If you can find him and invite him to visit, I want to chat with him for a while. If it's difficult to do it... People who are not very complete can also chat."

Mosley's expression frightened and his eyes focused on the picture.

"I will go check it out with all my might, sir."

The person in the video nodded slightly. After a while, he said: "If you grasp the corps too tightly, it will not necessarily promote it. Instead, it will cause a rebound at some point. From historical experience, being a freedom fighter requires a price. If some people support him, he will become a hero; if some people give up halfway and neglect, he will become synonymous with great sins."

"It's my way of dealing with things is too anxious, sir." Mosley said with his head down. He thought he was doing something secretly, but he didn't expect that the other party still knew everything.

"I don't blame you, but since I have brought you on this road, I naturally have the responsibility to guide you or assist you. We can't get out of this road by a person who has gone out of this road." He said, "Your every move may seem inadvertent, but in the days ahead, it will become an indelible factor."

"Thank you for your concern," Mosley said. Although he couldn't see the distant future clearly, he could see endless hope from the other party.

"No need to thank you, I am happy to help every confused or tired fighter." He smiled again, making it impossible for people to feel any malice in it.

The video is disconnected.

Mosley breathed a long sigh of relief. Although it seemed like a relaxing task to talk to the boss, in fact, he had to use every word well and objectively describe anything. Otherwise, just as he had forcibly forced some subordinates to do something unwilling to do, it seemed perfect, but in fact there would still be eyes staring at him all the time, reminding him and correcting him.

He mourns that the Federation has such an opponent.

He was also excited about his future. He picked up the communicator again, and after connecting it, he ordered in a serious tone: "Tonight, the meeting will be held in my office and we will ask that it be in place."

Then, he once again looked at the tall male, and was also one of the most vicious bandits of the colonial star. Mosley observed carefully, remembering every feature of him, and muttered to himself: "Two meters and three meters, red hair...you can never escape."
Chapter completed!