Vol 2 Chapter 62: Find

In the dark night, the first city, Xigang.
It is connected to the Green Olive District, and there are warehouses for storing goods everywhere, and there are special port guards patrolling.
Terrence did not expect that not long after he made the telegram, he received a call from Zhang Qubing, asking him to meet at the Westport Pier 3 at 10:30 tonight, without any entourage.
This simply does not give people a chance to breathe and prepare.
This bloated, full-faced, brown-haired and blue-eyed gang leader and sect member, according to the instructions of the Qianbai squad, parked his black car before entering Yangang Avenue and walked to the meeting place.
-Through the "Black Shirt Party" relationship, he obtained the registration information and mission records of Shang Jianyao and others in the Hunter Guild, and determined that this is a fairly powerful team of unknown origin.
Terrance glanced around, suspecting that one or more of Zhang Qubing, Xue Shiyue and others were in a building along the port road, or on the height of a warehouse at a wharf, or at a container yard. Place, watching yourself quietly, observing whether someone is secretly following.
Fortunately, Terrence didn't have a ghost this time, and walked frankly and frankly.
With his weight, after such a long journey, it was inevitable that he was a little out of breath, and finally avoided the patrolling port guard and arrived at Pier 3.
He looked around, but didn't find the target. He suppressed his temper and waited.
About seven or eight minutes later, the two figures moved closer along the path that Terence had walked.
It wasn't until they were only forty or fifty meters apart that Terence felt it, turned his body, and looked over.
Under the moonlight, the familiar faces of Zhang Qubing and Xue Shiyue reflected in his eyes.
"Happy cooperation." When Shang saw Yao opening his mouth, Terence was dumbfounded.
It took him more than ten seconds to find his way of thinking, and responded with a smile:
"I hope we can cooperate happily."
"You are the top gang organization in the city platoon, a secret sect that serves the old age. What do you need to cooperate with us?" Jiang Baimian didn't immediately ask Terrance what he wanted to cooperate with, but raised questions.
Terence smiled back:
"Your various performances, your mission records, your daring to deal with our'Blackshirts', and the initial successes, all show that you are not only powerful, but also have a deep background. I guess, who are you? A big dustman sent by the mainstream force?"
"You guess we can guess." Shang Jian Yao, who has been involved in old world entertainment materials, finally found a chance to say this.
Terrence didn't ask the other side's thoughts, and instead said:
"You are investigating'anti-intellectualism', don't you just want to participate in the infighting of'First City' this time? I can sell you a piece of information."
"What remuneration is needed, or the terms of cooperation?" Jiang Baimian asked with a smile.
Terence smiled and said:
"We don't expect you to cooperate in doing something, because just letting you know that information itself may be able to help us.
"Our only requirement is to share the part of the information you have with us when you feel it necessary."
He spoke a little slurred, but his posture was very low.
"There is such a good thing?" Shang Jianyao said Jiang Baimian's voice.
The latter pondered for a moment and said:
"Go ahead, what information?"
Terrence looked around habitually and confirmed that no one else existed at Pier 3.
He considered the language:
"We have always held the identity of a member of the sect of'Desire Most Holy', but we have never exposed her, only secretly observed her.
"She's Cynthia, a descendant of nobles, a celebrity from the upper class of the'First City,' and she has a close relationship with many powerful figures.
"She went to three places recently and met three people, one is Christina from the Hunter Guild, the other is Inspector Alexander..."
Jiang Baimian listened quietly to Terence's words, his eyebrows moved slightly invisibly.
A certain member of the "Holy Desire" sect went to see the Ombudsman Alexander, one of the two giants, at this juncture?
Terrance did not immediately say who the third person was, but introduced something else first:
"If Cynthia just went to see the Ombudsman Alexander, it is not surprising. The sect of the'Holy Desire' sect had many fans in the upper class society at first. Although many nobles would not admit it, they participated in some privately.' The celestial gathering is very similar to the style of the sect of the sect.
"Hehe, many nobles in the upper class are indulging in pleasure and indulging in desire."
Upper class? Jiang Baimian sneered in his heart.
How many years have passed since the destruction of the old world, and how long has it been since the beginning of the new calendar, has created another upper class society?
Terence went on to say:
"But two days before Cynthia looked for the opportunity to visit Ombudsman Alexander, she met another person.
"The man is called Sutton, and he is a painter on the bright side, but after our investigation, he is likely to be a member of the'anti-intellectual religion'.
"What does he look like?" Shang Jianyao asked hurriedly.
Terrence frowned suspiciously:
"Less than one meter seven, thin, with his hair dyed gray, showing an over-indulgence."
Shang Jianyao sighed disappointedly.
"Do you suspect that the'anti-intellectual religion' and the'sage of desire' sects have come together again, and the target is the inspector Alexander?" Jiang Baimian asked thoughtfully.
This is consistent with their judgment that "anti-intellectual education" should further intensify the contradiction.
Isn't their next target not General Focas, but Ombudsman Alexander? It is not the "anti-intellectual" people who do it, but the members of the "desire is holy" sect? Can this hide the security forces around Ombudsman Alexander? Thoughts arose in Jiang Baimian's mind, making her a fog.
Terence said sternly:
"I can only say that there is such a speculation, I hope you can use this information to confirm.
"In order to show our sincerity, on the'Wolf's Den', we let go and don't trouble them, but you have to put Ogg and them back."
"May have to borrow them for two or three months." Jiang Baimian was noncommittal on the previous sentence.
Two or three months later, Su Na and the others should be able to have a simple conversation with the Honghe people, and their marksmanship should be more proficient. Coupled with the help of the translator, the "service" of Ogg and other "black shirts" members would be unnecessary.
As soon as Jiang Baimian's voice fell, Shang Jianyao expressed his meaning:
"They have done too many bad things and have to serve for at least ten years."
Seeing Shang Jianyao's energetic eyes, Terence gave up arguing rationally and smiled:
"Ten years are ten years, don't ask me for their living expenses."
He just mentioned Ogg and others by the way, this is the last point of dignity as the "head boss".
After stopping Shang Jianyao from asking words such as "I can still cost living expenses", Jiang Baimian nodded and said:
"When we look back, if we gain something, or if we have any other information we want to share with you, we will call you."
"Good." Terence breathed a sigh of relief.
As he watched him leave Pier 3 and gradually moved away, Shang Jian Yao asked:
"Going to monitor Alexander?"
Jiang Baimian groaned for a while:
"We don't have the ability. When we can't get close, we can't stop the people of the sect of the ‘Holy Desire’ from taking action.
"Furthermore, in that case, the true ‘priest’ may not appear.
"Well, it's better to report to the company and worry the ministers and directors. They can mobilize the intelligence personnel here to deal with it. We will continue to monitor General Focas."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao smiled, "Over there, I still have things to do."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Baimian asked vigilantly.
...
The next morning, they replaced Bai Chen, Long Yuehong and Genawa who had been monitoring all night, and entered a room on the top floor of the building.
Shang Jianyao went out and wandered around and took out a piece of paper filled with icons and words.
He smiled and said:
"This is the distribution map of public toilets in the surrounding neighborhoods. Most of them are free and the environment is not bad..."
Jiang Baimian glanced at him with a complicated expression:
"Well, you will pay more attention to these places later, and see if there are people who fit the characteristics of a true ‘priest’."
Each holding a binoculars, they observed the people coming and going around the general's residence.
In the middle, they took turns eating.
At 5 or 6 in the afternoon, when the sky gradually dimmed, Jiang Baimian saw a dark green cross-country vehicle with a white license plate on a black background driving into the surveillance area.
She subconsciously turned her attention over, and with the help of binoculars, she found that the driver was a person in black clothes and a baseball cap with a low top.
The license plate belongs to the Senate, and it can enter and exit the Golden Apple District without temporary inspection.
Jiang Baimian was taken aback for a moment, and then saw the Shang Yao said:
"Look at that car, is it the one that followed us before?"
The only difference between the two is that there was no license plate before.
"Yes." Shang Jianyao quickly gave an affirmative answer.
Jiang Baimian suddenly smiled and said:
"The presence of the puppets of the real'priest' in this area shows that they still want to deal with General Focas."
And this is the opportunity of the "old-tone group".