Chapter 1118 Producer’s Intelligence Tracking (Part 2)

"Any information on its maker?"

In the old-school 'grocery store' full of weapons and equipment, the grey-haired old shopkeeper glanced at the things on the table and asked lightly:

"What are you doing with that person?"

"I have something to ask him about this thing."

Celica said directly without any mincing words.

"Another real-life commission?"

After hearing this straightforward answer with no intention of concealing it, the old shopkeeper raised his eyes as if he had guessed the reason.

After a second of silence, he suddenly mentioned something unrelated:

"I heard you just got into trouble on the coast in Los Angeles not long ago."

Even in the entire night battle world, a B-level high-ranking person is considered a powerful person with a surname. Selika, who is at the forefront among B-level high-ranking people, is almost the strongest person under A-level, excluding the adjutant.

Leaving aside the secret incidents like the Lakeshore Factory, it is reasonable for people to pay attention to his whereabouts.

"One code is one code, that has nothing to do with this incident,"

Knowing why he suddenly mentioned this, Celica spoke casually, and the handsome figure in a black and white T-shirt crossed his long legs on the high stool.

"Let's not talk about the follow-up reaction of the coastal officials. I was only responsible for the feint attack in that incident. It was the dark one-winged monster that really took action. You should already know this."

The old shop owner was silent, obviously knowing what she was talking about.

But at this very moment, the 'black one-winged monster' that the two of them call...

Behind his sunglasses, his eyes were shining brightly as he glanced at the various weapons and equipment that looked cool in the store.

"So, any news about its maker?"

Not caring whether this kind of rhetoric could dispel his vigilance about association, Celica finally confirmed the result and held up one cheek.

"You should know who it is."

The black market basically has a grasp of everything circulating on the black market, not only to buy some good things in advance, but also for necessary information management.

And this old shopkeeper who opened a shop in a remote corner with a pile of high-priced products,

That's the guy who's responsible for this in the Houston black market.

The old shopkeeper was silent on this issue. There was no question left for him to think about. Celica was silent. Fang Ran, who was busy carrying his name, was also silent.

Then half a minute or so passed silently.

Behind the counter, an elderly participant put down his newspaper and said a name.

"Michael."

The moment she heard him speak, Celica raised her eyebrows slightly.

"On the trading day about a week ago, he came here to sell this thing, but he didn't sell it,"

After telling the information about the manufacturer of the micro device, the old shop owner took out a photo out of thin air, put it on the counter and slowly pushed it in front of Celica.

It’s also very old-school in that it doesn’t use projection.

"If you didn't buy this from him, then he probably made a deal with someone outside the black market."

Considering that the 'thief' may have brought equipment from elsewhere, considering that the manufacturer of this thing may not be in Texas, considering that the person may not have been to the black market and other high probability uncertainties,

Selika was prepared to get nothing, so her expression changed slightly when she heard the name.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that I was lucky.

After getting the information, she picked up the photo in front of her, and while she was having sex, she kept listening to the conversation between the two of them, who were so handsome, and felt the real feedback from [Weighing Brand].

Fangran also turned his gaze at this time, and what appeared in the photo was,

A man with brown hair, wearing decorative glasses, who looks like an elite white-collar man.

Is he the maker of that micro-jamming device...

"Well, it looks like you're lucky,"

After confirming the information, Celica nodded and put away the photo. She put down her crossed legs and looked at the other person and asked:

"How much information is this?"

How many?

Not understanding what she meant in translation, Fangran saw behind the counter out of curiosity.

The old figure opened the newspaper again and said as usual:

"Not much, I just sold an ordinary C-level information for the purpose of befriending a powerful B-level leader."

Decades of night fighting experience obviously made the old shopkeeper guess that things were not that simple, but just as Selica believed that his intelligence was true,

He had known each other since he was a newly minted C-level, and he also believed that Celica was just asking about something.

Then the rest is just like he said, there is no problem.

"All right,"

After understanding the meaning of his words, Celica no longer had a careless expression, and then looked at Fangran and said:

"Give me the stuff."

After being stunned for a moment, she realized she was talking about a bag, and Fangran hurriedly handed it to her.

At this moment, he finally noticed the young man who was wearing a mask and sunglasses to cover his face tightly behind the woman whose figure was full of wild, handsome, and powerful features. He looked like a fledgling young man.

The old shopkeeper raised his eyes from behind the newspaper and stared at Fangran.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen you with a man around you. What's wrong? Have you finally changed your gender?"

"Information dealers just take money and don't talk too much."

Taking out ten wads of cash and banknotes and throwing them directly in front of him, Selika replied lightly, then threw the rest to Fangran along with the bag and walked out.

After Fangran quickly caught it, he followed her outside.

And then until after walking out,

Fangran suddenly reacted and looked at Celica with a shocked face:

"Wait a minute, just those two sentences and a photo were worth 100,000 US dollars!???"

And Selica turned her head and asked with a look on her face: "What are you surprised about? Is this so strange?"

"is there a problem?"

"Ah...no..."

After tickets and merchandise, Fangran once again felt how terrible the consumption level of the participants was.

"The manufacturer of that equipment is also aware of it, what should we do now?"

"Contact them first, and then gather together to investigate this guy's whereabouts."

Listening to Fangran's question, who didn't know what to write in the notebook again, Selica took out her communication device to contact the other two people while taking steps to give a rough explanation.

The contact was quickly connected, and Annabelle's cold and beautiful face appeared in the video screen composed of virtual projections.

"What's up?"

"The manufacturer of that thing has been found. How is the situation over there?"

It was also because she was too lazy to say more. Celica simply explained the situation in the shortest possible way, and seemed to be unhappy that she found the clues so quickly.

Annabelle replied coldly with a 'cut' sound:

"I asked some people, but no one knew anything about static transparent camouflage equipment."

As expected, Celica spoke carelessly without any unnecessary emotions:

"Really? Then let's go over there and meet you now."

Without saying anything, Annabelle snorted and was about to hang up.

Then at the moment when her projection screen was shaking,

Fangran and Selika both saw a male figure who looked like an elite white-collar worker behind her.

He has brown hair and wears decorative glasses.