Chapter 427 Chapter 424 Don't Mess Around

Zhuang Xuteng weighed the pros and cons and decided to rescue the foreign aid mercenary. If nothing else, it was because he was good at explosions, and letting him owe him a favor would be beneficial in the long run. If it was just a mercenary with no special skills and no nickname, Zhuang Xuteng would only express regret and would never take action.

However, there are some rules for how to rescue. According to Zhuang Xuteng's standards, unplanned actions should at least not delay the commissioned task itself. So he made arrangements: "Big sister, you drive my car to meet at the gathering point of Plan C; little sister, prepare for front-line support, you choose a place yourself, how long will it take?"

The voice of Rock Sparrow cut in, she said: "I'm rushing over there, give me 20 minutes, I promise to set up the base station. But, what's the situation over there now?"

"I'll send it directly from the information network, you come and tell the captain in detail!" Nightingale's call was accompanied by a panting sound, probably she was running. "I'm going to start the car. It's so cold, the steam pressure is slow to increase."

Steam cars have this problem. The water temperature and pressure must be increased before they can drive. In addition, the efficiency of the on-board battery will also decrease at low temperatures. For the same distance, the total consumption will increase a lot. In this kind of weather, the white beast with a gasoline engine is definitely much better than the steam locomotive. However, Zhuang Xuteng also has his own considerations for switching to the armored Weasel.

He drove the white beast to the gathering place according to the arrangement of Plan No. 3. Nightingale just arrived in the armored Weasel, and the two cars parked side by side. Zhuang Xuteng carried the bag containing the mission tools, opened the door of the cab of the white beast, and said to Nightingale who hurriedly left the armored Weasel: "The spoils are in the rear compartment, wrapped in oil. You should check carefully in case there are trackers or something like that."

"I know, you pay attention to safety and don't force yourself to move."

Zhuang Xuteng smiled and nodded, his expression full of confidence. He bent down, got into the cab of the armored Weasel, and soon drove the car into the traffic. The biggest advantage of choosing the armored weasel is that it is inconspicuous and has a stronger ability to blend into the environment of Peicheng. Especially now that it is daytime and it is a sunny day, the relatively taller body and relatively rare number of white beasts are easy to track.

The armored weasel, which has been warmed up and has enough pressure in the steam engine, runs faster than the armored vehicle, which mainly takes advantage of the light weight of the vehicle body. Zhuang Xuteng rushed to the vicinity of the place where Bumore was trapped while listening to Rock Sparrow describing the local surrounding environment.

Bumore's work was originally quite simple, and he completed it well. After the blasting alarm was triggered, he did not linger at all and immediately began to evacuate. It was all smooth at the beginning. He sat in his yellow Beetle car and walked down the mountain road. But at this time, he felt that he was being watched.

The mercenary believed in his intuition very much. Even if he looked back many times and did not find any signs of the stalker, he did not dare to take it lightly. According to the common techniques of mercenaries, he drove the car around on the road and got into narrow roads to screen possible stalkers in this way. He failed, and the feeling of being tracked became stronger, but he just couldn't find the source of this feeling.

"Could it be that I met a powerful enhancer or shadow caster?" Boomer's inner worries became heavier, but fortunately, the worries did not turn into fear. The experience of his mercenary career allowed him to think calmly. Although calling for help was a bit embarrassing, it was better than losing his life inexplicably.

"Yes, I was tracked. I am now in the rotating parking lot in the middle of Marshal Malos Street, near the Good Taste Pie Shop. I am on the seventh floor, please come and save me."

Boomer drove a Beetle car and hid in the corner, always paying full attention to the surrounding situation. He did not tell the truth about the speculation of "enhancer" and "shadow caster", mainly worried that after hearing the news, no one would be willing to take the risk to save him. Generally, mercenaries, whether from the perspective of human relations or cost-benefit considerations, will not take the initiative to wade into such muddy water. Boomer knew that it was not authentic to conceal key information in this way, but becoming a genuine dead man was never in his plan.

Quietly getting off the car, with the cover of other vehicles parked here, Bumore came to the corner of the parking lot, using a dusty, half-scrapped mid-sized station wagon as a cover, crouching and hiding behind it. He held the remote control in his hand, and anyone who went to check his Beetle would get the surprise he left behind. After hiding, he continued to be alert. Although he still didn't see anyone, the feeling of being tracked did not disappear, and even became stronger.

"What's going on? Is it entangled by something dirty?"

Just when Bumore was completely confused, Zhuang Xuteng had driven to the vicinity, one intersection away from the parking lot. He parked the car temporarily on the side of the road and looked at the quiet parking lot from a distance. According to his observation, the parking lot looked normal, and there were no people blocking or monitoring the entrances and exits. After three minutes, all the people on the street in his field of vision had changed. If there were trackers, there must be sentinels at the door and intersection, right?

"Uh, is there any news in the information network?" Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head, hoping to get clues from Rock Sparrow.

"No. The network is very quiet. There is no other encrypted communication in the entire area except PCPD. Well... PCPD's encrypted communication is also very rare, and it can be basically judged to be daily official information. I simply filtered the plaintext information and there is nothing worth noting." Taliyah finally concluded: "I think everything is normal."

"Everything is normal... I thought so too. It's strange, could it be that Bang Bang saw it wrong?" Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said, "Since we can't find the problem, let's act according to the original plan. I'll go up to pick him up. Send him a signal and notify me at any time."

Zhuang Xuteng came to the entrance of the parking lot and showed his driver's license to the toll collector at the booth, indicating that he was parking temporarily and paid a deposit of 50 euros. Then, he went up along the circular passage all the way to the seventh floor. He parked the car in the position opposite the exit passage and quickly honked the car horn twice.

"Beep beep." The horn of the armored Weasel spread very clearly in the semi-enclosed parking lot, and it was not inaudible. Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Xuteng saw someone quickly slipping along the wall in the rearview mirror. He got out of the car and opened the doors of the back seat and the driver's cabin at the same time, waiting for Bumore to approach while guarding the surroundings. The parking lot was not quiet, and the main noise came from the main road downstairs outside. There were cars driving in circles in the rotating passage behind him, and there were also the sounds of steam engines boiling water and boosting pressure upstairs and downstairs.

In addition, Zhuang Xuteng felt a curious gaze sweeping over him.

"Who?" Zhuang Xuteng immediately became alert, and the Shadow Eye swept over. He didn't see anything unusual, and the parking lot was still the same as before, as if the feeling just now was just his suspicion. At this time, Bumore came over, and he raised his open palm in front of his chest, indicating that he was not holding a weapon. "5200." Bumore reported the income of his foreign aid operation this time.

"Notify one hour in advance." Zhuang Xuteng responded by stating the time requirements for the foreign aid mission. One said the income, and the other said the mission time requirements. These two pieces of information can be determined before the mission begins, so there is no need to communicate again after a problem occurs and ask for assistance. Because after a problem occurs, there is a risk of leaks in the communication channel, and the code for meeting again must be avoided to be renegotiated. Using old information is a long-standing experience of mercenaries, which can save time and improve the safety of rescue.

"Get in the car." Zhuang Xuteng pointed to the back seat. Bumour nodded. He looked very nervous. It was so cold, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. "Tell me, where is the person chasing you?"

"I didn't see him. He might not be an ordinary person. I just have that kind of intuition. Do you understand intuition?" Bumour's voice was hoarse when he spoke, and he kept swallowing saliva, as if he was thirsty and about to be dehydrated. His brows were tightly knitted, and there seemed to be an indissoluble black between his brows. The whole person's state was very abnormal.

What was it like? Zhuang Xuteng felt that Bumour was like being entangled by resentment, or that the side effects of the shadow were too much and were about to exceed the body's load. But the previous intelligence said that Bumour had not worked for a long time. He would definitely not be in this state when he went to Lucy to accept the mission-Lucy would not let a person who was about to be crushed by the side effects take important responsibilities, so Bumour's pressure came entirely from the current feint mission.

Is this mission so tiring? Zhuang Xuteng thought it was abnormal. He called Bumour, put his hand on his head, and cast a necromancy spell. Yes, the resentment from the side effects of the shadow is very heavy, but it does not come from Bumore, but from other places.

According to the spell to find the source, Zhuang Xuteng turned his head to look at the yellow Beetle car near the corner, where there was the same resentment, and it was even stronger. He then focused the Eye of Shadow and enveloped the Beetle car. The car, which was originally ordinary, suddenly emitted a strong reaction of shadow energy, and then a figure slowly appeared on the roof, a middle-aged man in a sky blue suit.

If it were a different environment, the man would be an ordinary office worker. Although the blue suit is not common, it can be a leader above the middle level of the company. With some power in his hands, he can decide his own style of dress within a certain range. However, it is impossible for a civilian staff to squat on the roof of Bumore's car when he is idle, and the material of the suit looks very hard, and it is likely to have a strong protective effect.

But the source of the shadow energy is not the suit, but something invisible in the hands of the "office worker".

"Optical invisible leather?" Zhuang Xuteng felt that the man was folding some invisible thin object through his movements, and thought of the opponent who had attacked them naked.

"Cape, not leather." The middle-aged man quickly folded four times, then rolled up the invisible thing in his hand and put it behind his back. He stood up from the roof, twisted his shoulders and tilted his head, as if doing warm-up exercises. "You shouldn't have discovered me, that's not good for you."

"What do you mean?" Zhuang Xuteng focused on the Shadow Eye and found that the guy on the roof was covered with implants all over his body. These implants are arranged symmetrically and evenly spaced. Generally, only a set of implants planned in advance can have this effect. Especially the regular pentagonal implant in the middle of the guy's chest, which showed extremely high activity and quality exceeded all the implants Zhuang Xuteng had seen so far.

"I wanted to continue tracking and find the mastermind behind this, rather than being found out by hands and feet that know nothing. Your senses are very sharp, and it seems that the implant is of good quality. No wonder you were asked to come to the rescue alone. Well... it is true that only people like you can do a good job of investigation, and rescue missions require investigation the most."

"Who are you?" Zhuang Xuteng gradually felt the pressure, and the action analysis from martial arts told him that the guy opposite was not easy to deal with. "How about we just pretend that we didn't see each other? I owe you a favor, and I can serve you if you have any instructions in the future."

"Oh? Then can you tell me who is dealing with Camby James? If you can tell me, I can consider it."

"Camby James? The agent with a big house, the old man who slept with Bridgerley Dorr?" At this time, Zhuang Xuteng's expression was so surprised that he felt that he had just learned about this matter and was particularly innocent. "Is someone dealing with him? Why, a woman? I guess it's a woman, but there is no need to let this little fat man go. He will put a bomb... Wait, what happened? You exploded..."

"Very good, whether you are acting or you really don't know, anyway, you didn't tell me the name of the mastermind behind the scenes." The man wore blue rubber surgical gloves and rubbed his eyebrows hard with his fingers, while twitching his facial muscles quickly and making many weird expressions. Finally, he opened his mouth wide, yawned hard, regained his serious expression, and said, "You are useless."

"You are useless." Bumore hid half of his body in the car, covering his right hand to press the detonation button. Instantly, his Beetle turned into a bright fireball, which enveloped the blue suit. There was no explosion, no roar, the fireball seemed to appear out of thin air, and then burned fiercely. The outline of the blue Beetle disappeared in the flames, and the vehicles near it began to melt like candles.

How high is the temperature of this flame? Is this normal? Zhuang Xuteng moved his vision upwards and found that the ceiling above the Beetle parking area did not show any signs of melting, which did not conform to the physical characteristics of heat gathering upwards. At this moment, Bumore fainted with a "click" and fell directly on the back seat of the armored Weasel. Zhuang Xuteng had a guess about this: Bumore used some shadow technology in the incendiary bomb, which became the last straw that broke his back and directly caused the side effect of fainting.

Okay, faint, as long as you can... Zhuang Xuteng had not finished his wish when he saw the blue suit walked out of the fireball, almost unscathed. "Almost" is because there are more charred spots on the surface of his suit, his eyebrows and a small tuft of hair are burned off, but other than that, he is indeed unscathed. The man in the blue suit touched his eyebrows, and his face immediately became hideous and twisted, gritting his teeth at Zhuang Xuteng.

Wait, I didn't start the fire, why are you glaring at me? If you are angry, go to Bumoer! Zhuang Xuteng pointed at Bumoer with both hands. This is not called shirking responsibility, this is called righteously identifying the person responsible.

"You are dead." The man in the blue suit said.

"Alas, I shouldn't have come earlier." Zhuang Xuteng shook his head, while moving his muscles, he said: "Since you are so confident that we will die, can you let us die clearly? What's going on? I just drove here to pick someone up, I won't die, right? Let me discuss with you, I will leave this guy to you, can you let me go?"

"No." The man in the blue suit squatted slightly, gathered strength, and then rushed up.