On the way to Antana Street, Jiang Baimian and others saw several temporary checkpoints.
Fortunately, they have intelligent personality, and they found the level a long way in advance, allowing Jeep to take a detour at a long distance without being suspected.
On the other hand, the targets of these checkpoints are mainly vehicles and pedestrians coming from the direction of Antana Street, and they are not so strict on the direction of Antana Street.
Therefore, the Jeep of the "Old Tuning Group" arrived at the area around Antana Street quite smoothly, and planned a safe route back.
"Stop on the side of the road." Jiang Baimian glanced at the scene outside the car window and instructed Shang Jianyao, who was driving.
Shang Jianyao didn't question it. He parked the jeep on the street and asked with a smile:
"Want to 'make' a friend?"
"Yes." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and asked habitually, "Do you know what to do with your 'friend'?"
Shang Jianyao replied confidently:
"Be a shield."
"..." Han Wanghe in the back seat was confused, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.
It turns out that in your mind, friends are equal to shields
After Shang Jianyao parked the car, he turned his body and smiled at Han Wangsuo:
"There are three necessities for an adventure in the ashes:
"Guns, knives and friends."
Han Wanghuo could probably hear that he was joking, and instead of responding, he asked:
"Don't you just go to the parking lot?"
In his view, what to do is actually very simple - disguise to enter the parking lot that is no longer the focus, and take away the vehicle that no one knows belongs to him.
Jiang Baimian did not answer immediately, and said to Shang Jian Yao:
"Choose the right person, and try to choose the desperados who wandered in Antana Street."
Of course, the outlaws who hang out in Rue Antana don't have the corresponding descriptive words tattooed on their faces or placed on the top of their heads, so that people can see their identities at a glance, but it is not that difficult to identify them. .
Their clothes are relatively not so tattered, and they often have pistols hidden at their waists, and there is a lot of viciousness in Gu Pan.
It only took a few seconds for Shang Jianyao to find his friend's candidate.
He replaced the baseball cap with a peaked cap, put on sunglasses, pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the young man with a blue-black tattoo on his arm.
The young man saw such a guy approaching out of the corner of his eye, and immediately became vigilant and touched his hand to his waist.
"Hello, I want to ask for directions." Shang Jianyao showed a kind smile.
The young man said with a cold face:
"In this area, everything is charged."
"I understand, I understand." Shang Jianyao put his hand into his pocket and made a gesture of paying for money, "Look: everyone is an adult man; you make money with guns and skills, and I also make money with guns and skills; so …”
The expression on the young man's face floated, and he gradually revealed a smile:
"Even if you are a close brother, you must have boundaries in terms of money. Yes, boundaries. This word is very good. Our boss often says it."
Shang Jianyao handed him an Ole banknote:
"I need your help with something."
"Wrap it on me!" The young man took the banknotes in one hand and clapped his chest with the other, swearing.
Shang Jianyao turned around quickly and shouted to Jeep:
"Lao Tan, come here."
Han Wanghuo was stunned in his seat, not knowing who Shang Jianyao was calling.
He intuitively thought that the other party was calling him, and turned his eyes to Jiang Baimian for confirmation.
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly.
Han Wanghuo pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked to Shang Jianyao's side.
"Tell him where you parked and what the car looks like." Shang Jianyao pointed to the young man with tattoos in front of him and said to Han Wanghuo, "Also, give him the car key."
Han Wang got suspicious and returned to suspicious, but he still did as Shang Jianyao said.
After watching the tattooed young man leave with the car keys, he walked to the jeep and asked:
"Why call me Lao Tan?"
What's the connection
Shang Jian Yao said earnestly:
"Your real name has been exposed. There is a certain risk in calling you Lao Han, and you used to be a sheriff in Hongshiji, where a large number of gray people have the surname Tan."
The truth is this, but you've gone a little too far... Han Wanghuo didn't say much, opened the car door, and returned to the jeep.
When Shang Jian Yao returned to the driver's seat, Han Wanghuo looked at Jiang Baimian and said:
"You don't need to be so cautious, do you?"
Picking up a car also requires finding a stranger you don't know.
Jiang Baimian laughed at himself and said:
"There are too many strange abilities in this world, you never know which one you will meet, and the power of the 'prime city' is definitely not lacking in strong people, so you must be cautious where you can be cautious, otherwise it will be easy suffer."
The "Old Tune Group" has learned a lesson in this regard, and if it weren't for General Phocas' other plans, they would have overturned.
Han Wanghuo, who had been a sheriff in Hongshiji for several years, had long been dealing with the vigilant sect and easily accepted Jiang Baimian's rhetoric.
No matter how cautious they are, can they be wary of the exaggeration of the sect
"Is that person worth believing just now?" Han Wanghuo was worried that the other party drove away in a car.
As for the betrayal, he didn't think there was a possibility, because Shang Jianyao and he were disguised, and the other party obviously did not recognize that they were one of the few people wanted by the "Hand of Order".
"Don't worry, we are friends!" Shang Jianyao was full of confidence.
Han Wanghuo's eyes moved slightly, and he closed his mouth.
…
Northwest of Antana Street, a six-storey building.
A figure stood in a room on the sixth floor, looking down at the parking lot not far from the glass window.
He was wearing a black robe that was retro even in the old world. His hair was messy and fluffy, as if he had been hit by a bomb.
His face is slender and long, his cheekbones are more pronounced, there are a lot of white hair on his head, and the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes and mouth also indicate that he is no longer young.
The old man always kept the same posture and looked out the window. If it weren't for the light blue eyes that moved from time to time, he looked more like a wax figure.
He is the protector of Marcus, the master of the "virtual world", Narcissus.
He learned from a certain "Enlightened One" who is good at prophecy in the "Crystal Consciousness Teaching" that the target will return to this parking lot at some point today, so he made a special trip over to monitor it in person.
At this moment, this parking lot has been covered by the "virtual world", and people who come and go have to be filtered.
Over time, people continued to enter the parking lot to pick up their own or tattered or obsolete vehicles.
They are completely unaware that their every move has been screened by the "virtual world", and they don't feel that they need multiple "programs" to support one thing.
A young man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt with a blue-black pattern on his arm entered the parking lot, threw the car keys, and searched for the vehicle according to memory.
Information about him was immediately replicated in the "virtual world", which made a series of comparisons with several targets.
The final conclusion is:
no problem.
It took a certain amount of time for the young man to finally find the black off-road that "himself" had parked here for several days, and drove it out.
…
Grey-green jeeps and dark black off-road vehicles drove out of the area around Antana Street in tandem.
Although Han Wanghuo didn't know whether Jiang Baimian's prudence had played a role, but seeing that the matter had been successfully handled, he would not communicate any further issues in this regard.
Following a tortuous route with no temporary checkpoints, they returned to the safe house in the Golden Wheat Ear area.
"Why so long?" Bai Chen asked.
She knew very well how much time it would take to go back and forth to Rue Antana.
"By the way, I got paid, exchanged money, and got back the robotic arm." Jiang Baimian said casually.
She turned to Han Wanghuo and Zeng Duo and said:
"To rest today, I won't go out anymore, I'll go to Xiaochong first tomorrow."
Xiao Chong? Both Han Wanghuo and Zeng Duo couldn't help repeating this nickname in their hearts.
Who would such a powerful team still visit in the midst of danger? Which force controls the city, and how powerful is it
Moreover, judging from the nickname, he shouldn't be too old, definitely younger than Xue Yueyue.
…
It's too small... Zeng Duo looked at the little black-haired boy sitting in front of the computer and almost couldn't believe his eyes.
Han Wanghuan did the same, and what surprised him even more was that part of Xue Yueyue's team was playing games with the little boy, part was busy in the kitchen, and part was cleaning the room.
This makes them look like a team of professional babysitters, not a dangerous team that has been rewarded with tens of thousands of ore, has done many great things, and dared to fight against the "Hand of Order", which is wanted by the whole city.
Such a contrast made Han Wanghuo and Zeng Duo stunned, unable to blend in at all.
The picture in front of them is harmonious to the home life of a normal citizen, full of sunshine and warmth.
Suddenly, Zeng Duo heard the sound of "meow".
Got a cat too? She looked at the balcony subconsciously, and saw a creature that only existed in a nightmare:
The blood-red "muscles" are exposed, and the body is one meter long. There are clusters of white bone spurs on the shoulders, and the tail is covered with a brown hard shell, with barbs, as if from scorpions...