Chapter 1297 You Still Play High-Tech? (Please Subscribe!)

within the tribe.

Listen to the bad news that keeps coming.

The mood of the patriarch.

It's like eating shit.

——

Heart congestion.

What frustrates him the most is that he doesn't know who did it at all. If they can't find any clues within a day, and they have swept their tails, it will be even more difficult for them to find out.

who is it?

who is it?

. . .

His brain ached.

Didn't even think about it.

"Patriarch, I don't think it's possible for them to leave through the airport, especially Wei Song, whose visa has expired. If he goes to the airport, he will first be caught by the immigration."

soon.

There is one from the subordinates. . . Such bad news.

If you go in the air.

Just stop at the airport.

May be land.

In all directions of Cape Town, there may be escape routes. In the vast traffic, it is difficult to find a car with Wei Song. He is the patriarch, not the president. Those at the city checkpoint also expressed little hope.

Now.

The only clue.

Only the blood test is there.

However, the interception at the airport has not been relaxed. The patriarch knows that the people from the immigration bureau are not good birds. If they receive money from others, it is not impossible for them to make up for the formalities.

. . .

Cape Town.

outside the city.

on the pickup.

Wei Song's injuries have been simply treated, tied up, and changed into clean clothes. Seeing that he is getting closer and closer to the checkpoint, Wei Song, who is wrapped in a headscarf, is a little nervous.

"Will something be wrong?"

that tribe.

There are many eyeliners in Cape Town.

"It's okay, cover it up." The black soldier said lightly.

Wei Song had to cover himself with a thin blanket. This kind of disguise, to be honest, he was a little powerless to complain. If the person at the level wanted to find someone, just covering it like this was simply an insult to their IQ.

soon.

When the car passes through the checkpoint.

Go straight to gate 4.

"What's in the car?" A black policeman came up.

other mouth.

Both are checked by two police officers, but here, there is only one.

"A little produce."

"Agricultural products? Open it up and take a look."

"it is good."

hear this.

Wei Song was taken aback.

Your reason is to make a complete wave! Just when he was tense, thinking that the other party would lift the thin blanket to look at it, he only heard a sentence, "Well, it is indeed agricultural products, let's go."

"..."

Feel the car moving forward.

Wei Song was stunned.

What are you doing?

Double spring?

wrong.

It should be money, yes, for sure, the South African police, as long as they give money, they can do anything. All of a sudden, he is relieved, and money can be a god and a channel.

Checkpoint number four.

Several minutes passed.

A chubby black policeman came over with his stomach covered, and said with a bitter face, "I just don't know what's going on, but I suddenly had a stomach upset. I didn't eat anything last night."

"Would you like to see a doctor?"

"No, let's find the Chinese first, and it's $50,000! Continue to check."

The fat cop finished.

He got up again and started to check the passing vehicles one by one. It's dark and there are few cars. If it's daytime, don't dare to do this at all. Otherwise, it will be blocked into sausages, and people will be scolded on it.

That is to say.

They now have less than an hour and a half to set up their cards.

originally.

Wei Song could have waited until dawn before being sent to the city, but the command room was looking for efficiency, and there were soldiers on duty at the checkpoint tonight, so naturally, there was no need to drag it until dawn.

According to the plan.

after an hour.

The two have to get on the plane.

. . .

After entering the city.

a corner.

The pickup was replaced by a sedan.

"When do we leave the city?" Wei Song asked in the car.

"Out of town? What are you doing?"

"Leave South Africa."

Wei Song took it for granted that he couldn't get on the plane, and if he wanted to leave, the only way to leave was by sea, but that tribe is the biggest snake head here, where can he go.

Only by land.

"In an hour, you and Jiang Wan will take a plane and leave here. The next stop, the capital of Mozambique, Maputo, your injury will receive further treatment there."

"What? I can't get on the plane." Wei Song exclaimed.

Isn't this playing the piano?

can find him.

Can't find out that he can't leave the country? It takes many days to go to the South African Immigration Bureau to complete the formalities. Bao Buqi will also arrest him and imprison him because of the black household.

That's it.

"Mr. Wei Song, our arrangement is free and thoughtful."

The soldier did not say much.

Say more.

Better to do more.

When Wei Song heard this, he had to shut up, everyone let him out, and it was really inappropriate to doubt his ability. I just hope that these people really have a surefire way to let them go out.

ten minutes later.

The car drove into the yard of a factory.

"Kakaka~~~"

The huge rolling shutter of the factory building rose.

Once in.

Wei Song saw Jiang Wan sitting on a chair inside, looking a little uneasy, thinking about it, this place is quite remote, surrounded by strong black men.

"Brother Song."

See Wei Song.

With a happy expression on Jiang Wan's face, he rushed over and hugged him, his hands like pliers, and he kept sobbing. Wei Song was a little embarrassed, "What, Xiao Wan, let go first, the main thing is important."

Jiang Wan blushed.

Thinking that there are a lot of people around, quickly let go.

"Okay, next, the two of you need to follow the arrangement. There are forty-five minutes before the flight I booked for you. Here is your new passport."

The soldier handed over two books.

The two took it.

Open it up and take a look.

Immediately, his face brightened, and he looked up at the black soldier with a strange expression.

have heard.

in the eyes of foreigners.

Chinese people all look the same.

But you are too skinny. Take a passport that is not his at all and let him go to South Africa for border inspection. Do you think those people are blind? He looked at Jiang Wan by the way, and it wasn't her at all.

Hair color is different.

"Come here and sit down."

at this time.

Two black men brought over two chairs.

After Wei Song and Jiang Wan sat down in confusion, the big man behind them pushed a small flatbed cart. When they saw what was on it, they suddenly remembered a word - Yi Rong. I saw that there were two masks on the table.

"Gollum."

Do you still play high-tech?

"This is our custom-made passport for these two masks, or it can be said to be a custom-made mask for passports. Put it on, you can leave South Africa later, and I will accompany you."

Done.

Without the consent of the two.

They start to 'install' it.

high speed.

This is an integrated product.

Just put it on and do a little technical fine-tuning, and it will be seamless. This special silicone grease material is light in weight and full of texture. Unless a magnifying glass is used, the naked eye cannot see it as a mask at all.

As for material cost.

very low.

Less than ten bucks.

However, in order to develop the equipment that can produce it, at least two billion yuan was spent on it. Tang Qing did not like plastic surgery for the soldiers. Therefore, this type of equipment was included in the key research and development plan.

But five minutes.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

The two were completely speechless.