Behind the sand table is a rectangular desk, which is large enough for more than a dozen people to hold a meeting at the same time, and there are enough documents piled on it.
There is a thin man sitting in the first seat on the left.
There was a laptop computer in front of the man. The black body of the computer was not thin, and the heavy computer model could be distinguished from ordinary computers outside at a glance. It was obviously a style commonly used in some professional fields.
Behind the man stood a young man. He was dressed in black, with no other color except his skin color. He stood there like a black blade, sharp as a blade. Even the air in the tent slowed down because of his presence.
"Captain?" The lookout who entered the tent called out again in a low voice.
Ying Shi stood behind the hacker and pointed at him: "See if you can control the surveillance of this area."
The hacker's hands flew across the keyboard. After a few seconds, he frowned and said to him, "It's difficult. I just tried it. If I force my way in, it will easily alert the other party."
"Hmm." Ying Shi was not surprised and calmly pointed to another area: "Then retreat further out. What about this area?"
The hacker said, "Wait a moment."
Ying Shi crossed his hands and said, "They have the help of the Red Alliance, so it's normal that it's hard for you to break in. Our main goal is to grasp their activities as much as possible, and it's best not to alert them. It's better to retreat than to rush..."
The hacker didn't take his eyes off the screen and his hands moved very quickly.
Another two minutes passed.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. His brows slowly relaxed, the tense expression on his face eased, and he slowly stopped.
"Just wait until it finishes loading, it should be fine."
Ying Shi glanced at the happy expression on his face, and his resolute face did not relax at all. He just said lightly: "That's good."
He ignored the hacker who was sitting there waiting for the progress bar, turned around and looked at the third person in the tent, as if he had just noticed someone coming in.
"Don't worry about that convoy, just let them in when they arrive."
"Yes, Captain."
The lookout soldier did not dare to show any displeasure and went out to convey his orders in a well-trained manner.
Twenty minutes later.
The convoy drove into the camp.
An old man got out of the car in the middle. He was wearing a blue cloth shirt with white edges from washing, and was quite inconspicuous. He was followed by bodyguards who got out of the car behind.
The bodyguards all have African features, tall and strong, wearing well-tailored suits and looking very professional.
"Mr. Xue, this way."
After the old man got out of the car, the bodyguard who followed him took the initiative to lead the way to the only tent.
They were soon intercepted by another group of people. The man in black raised his hand to stop them all and said to the old man in a very tough manner: "Only you, Mr. Xue, can go through."
The bodyguards from Continent M had never received such treatment before. They glared at each other angrily and a conflict broke out between the two sides: "What do you mean? We must always be with Mr. Xue to protect his safety!"
"Oh." The man in black didn't take the bodyguard's words to heart. He turned around and continued to look at the old man with the same arrogant look and attitude: "Mr. Xue, this is the rule."
The bodyguard was immediately furious. He touched the gun on his waist and warned in a deep voice: "You know who you are talking to. Watch your attitude!"
The man in black did not indulge him and replied coldly: "I advise you not to be impulsive."
(End of this chapter)