Two days later, in the morning, the owner of an electrical repair shop came to the "Wolf's Den".
He is familiar with Auger. Usually, if there is a line failure here, as long as it is not complicated and is in a hurry to use it, he is always looking for him.
"The camera is broken?" The nearly middle-aged man looked up at the device at the door.
Like most of the Red River people, he looked older, and his skin looked like it had been sanded.
Although Auger lifted the "hypnosis" and lost the memory of repairing, he still nodded:
"Yeah, it's all broken, so I came to you to take a look.
"It really doesn't work, I'll replace it with a new one, it's been used for several years anyway."
The owner of the electrical repair shop smiled and said:
"Okay, I have received a few second-hand ones, and the quality is not bad."
"Ritchie, are you sure it's second-hand, not third-hand, or fourth-hand?" Auger joked, calling out to other members of the "Black Shirt Party" and bringing a simple ladder to the owner of the electrical repair shop.
Richie checked in turn, and when he dealt with the camera that could see the depths of the "wolf's den", his expression suddenly became dazed.
He took a memory card out of the tool bag he was carrying and replaced the one inside.
After a quick check to make sure nothing like a tracker was attached, Ritchie stuffed the electronic product with surveillance footage into his pocket.
Soon, he "fixed" the camera, took Oger's money, and left the wolf's den.
Back in the store, he rummaged through an envelope with the address and recipient written at some point.
At this moment, a man and a woman wearing sunglasses entered his shop.
"Can this be repaired?" The woman with a ponytail took out a small speaker with a blue background and a black surface.
Rich had to put down the envelope and memory card in his hand, took the speaker, connected it to his N-hand computer, and checked for any problems.
And the tall man quickly picked up the envelope and said with a smile:
"A love letter?"
"No." Richie grabbed the envelope reflexively, preventing the other party from seeing the recipient's address.
The man didn't force it either, and waited for Rich to check the speakers.
"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)
The singing sounded quickly.
"That's fine," Rich said suspiciously.
The man with sunglasses opened his mouth wide:
"You are amazing, just touch it and let it go!"
"..." Richie didn't know how to respond.
The woman with the ponytail immediately asked:
"How much?"
"1, 1 De Lacey." Rich didn't want to collect money, but since the other party said so, he didn't want to give up this opportunity to make money.
The woman with the ponytail took out a 1 deraser coin and pushed it to him.
After watching the two leave with a small speaker, Rich checked the envelope and confirmed that there were no more trackers in it.
He quickly put the memory card in and glued the seal.
When it was almost noon, he closed the store door and put the letter into the only mailbox in the block.
In the afternoon, a postman in a green uniform on a worn bicycle took the letter, stuffed it into his satchel, and stayed with the rest.
Then, he followed a fixed route, passing through different mailboxes.
When approaching an apartment in the Red Giant Wolf District, the postman's expression suddenly became blank.
He took out Rich's letter.
And the address on the letter is not here at all.
The two are completely different.
After mistakenly delivering the letter into a mailbox in the apartment, the postman left.
Time passed quickly, and night gradually fell.
A man living in this apartment returned here after a day's work.
When passing the mailbox area, he opened the one that belonged to him and took out the letter inside.
After seeing the completely wrong address on the letter, the short and stout man's expression changed slightly.
He climbed the stairs, went up to the fifth floor, and walked along the aisle to the place where he lived.
As he passed a neighbor's house, he suddenly bent over and laced up his shoes.
In the process, he quietly stuffed the letter in his hand into the crack of the neighbor's door.
With the curtains drawn, in the dimly lit room, a slightly pale hand picked up the letter.
The hand immediately opened the letter and took out the memory card inside.
The owner of the hand briefly checked and reconfirmed that no additional electronics were attached to the inside of the envelope and the surface of the memory card.
He had found a dead bug inside the envelope and thought it must have flown in before the letter was sealed.
The owner of the hand turned on his laptop and inserted the memory card into the attached card reader.
He just opened the new drive letter, and the computer suddenly became very slow.
Immediately afterwards, the speaker's mute state was lifted, and the volume was pulled to maximum.
Woo! Woo!
The sound of a fire truck was harsh, echoing throughout the room, and a closed window was heard.
Immediately afterwards, a male voice shouted hoarsely:
"I'm an 'anti-intellectualist' priest, come and catch me!
"I'm an 'anti-intellectualist' priest, come and catch me!"
The owner of the hand stood up abruptly, without trying to stop the out-of-control computer, and ran directly to the door.
When he opened the door, the sound from the computer speakers changed again.
A male voice resounded slightly:
"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)
The owner of the hand slowed down a beat, and quickly returned to normal.
He ran up the stairs to the second floor, turned directly into the hallway here, rushed into one of the people's houses who were cooking dinner at the door, and jumped from their window into the alley behind the apartment.
boom!
A bullet nearly hit him as the stone chips splashed from the owner's feet.
It's not like the sniper failed to take aim, it's closer to doing it on purpose, the equivalent of a warning.
The owner of the hand froze for a moment, then slowly raised his hands.
He no longer tried to escape, because the next shot might hit him in the body, and the sniper was dozens of meters away, so he couldn't influence it.
At first, the city could not contain weapons, and the back alley was relatively secluded. After such a short-term tension caused by the gunshot, the pedestrians on the street outside quickly put the matter behind them, and only a small number of enthusiastic people tried to find the sheriff and asked him to send his men. Look in the alley to see what's going on.
The owner of the hand waited for a while, and a figure appeared in front of him.
The visitor was Shang Jianyao in a black long-sleeved T-shirt. He closed his eyes and said with a warm smile:
"I'm not the one who shot."
What he means is that the person in charge of sniping is still there, don't think about playing tricks.
The owner of the hand was silent and did not respond.
But the thoughts in his mind turned sharply.
The best way he analyzed was to control the person in front of him and use him as a hostage against snipers in the distance.
Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and saw in front of him a brown-haired, brown-eyed man who was about 1.7 meters tall, with a rather haggard face and not very mental state.
"Fake 'priest.'" He sighed and shook his head.
For this tracking, the "Old Tune Team" used Jiang Baimian's ability to sense bioelectrical signals and the virus written by Genawa.
They originally followed Rich, the owner of an electrical repair shop, but found out that he was just a tool man, so before the other party had finished the envelope, they used the excuse of repairing the small speaker to get in a bug.
In the eyes of people who don't know the corresponding ability, this is just a trivial thing, and it is basically unnoticed, and there are often no similar things in other letters on the postman.
In this way, it is equivalent to having a bio-locator in the letter.
Considering that the bugs in the letter may not live long, Genova got a virus in the memory card in advance, which can make the poisoned computer turn on the speakers and play the virus of the predetermined content.
With it, the "old tune group" that has narrowed its scope can lock on to the target by sound, and ambushed on the various roads of the other party's escape.
After such a two-pronged effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who were in charge of the back alley area, successfully blocked the hurriedly fleeing enemy.
Unfortunately, it is still a fake "priest".
"Fake 'priest'..." The man who was planning to "hypnotize" Shang Jianyao by meeting his eyes was stunned.
His expression changed several times in a row, and he blurted out:
"Why do you call me a fake 'priest'?"
Shang Jianyao didn't answer him immediately, and threw him a black cloth:
"Cover your eyes."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes again.
The fake "priest" hesitated for a few seconds, seeing that there was no chance to take advantage of it, and the snipers in the distance were coveting him, so he had to use black cloth to cover his eyes honestly.
After receiving the confirmation message from Jiang Baimian through the walkie-talkie, Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and said to the fake "priest" with a smile:
"Because the real 'priest' is 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall, with heavy dark circles under the eyes, the whole person looks very tired..."
Listening and listening, the fake "priest" suddenly covered his head, showing a painful expression.
Shang Jianyao asked:
"Get the memory card and after reading the contents, who will you give the sorted information to?"
At this time, there was music coming from a room upstairs:
"Hey, I really miss you..."
Note 1: Quoted from, Karen Mok "If Without You"