Chapter 1118: Producer's Intelligence Tracking (Part 2)

"Is there any information about its maker?"
In the old-school retro shop full of weapons and equipment, the old shopkeeper with gray temples glanced at the items on the table and asked faintly:
"What are you looking for that person for?"
"About this thing, I want to ask him something."
Without the slightest twist, Selika said directly.
"Are you commissioned in reality again?"
Hearing the answer without any intention of concealing it, the old shopkeeper raised his eyes as if he had guessed the reason.
After a second of silence, he suddenly mentioned irrelevant words:
"I heard that you just had trouble with the coast in Los Angeles not long ago."
B-level upper ranks, even in the entire night battle world, can be regarded as strong people with a name and surname. Selika, who is considered the forefront of B-level upper ranks, is almost the strongest type of person under A rank except for the adjutant.
Aside from the secret incidents of the Lakeshore Factory, it is reasonable for people to pay attention to whereabouts and movements.
"One yard goes to one yard, that has nothing to do with this time,"
Knowing why he would suddenly talk about this, Selika spoke indifferently, and the handsome figure in the black and white T-shirt jacket had long legs on the high stool.
"Let's not talk about the follow-up response of the coast officials. I was only responsible for the feint. It was the dark, single-winged monster that actually did it. You probably already know this."
The old shopkeeper was silent, obviously knowing what she was talking about.
And at this moment on the scene, the ‘black single-winged monster’ among the two populations...
Behind the sunglasses, his eyes gazed at the cool batch of weapons and equipment in the store.
"So, what about the news about its creator?"
Regardless of whether this kind of rhetoric can dispel his vigilance about associations, Selika finally confirmed the result and supported one cheek.
"You should know who it is."
The black market has a basic grasp of all things circulating on the black market, not only for the purpose of buying some good things in advance, but also for necessary intelligence management.
And this old shopkeeper who opened a shop in an unmanned remote corner with a bunch of high-priced goods,
It is the person in charge of this in the Houston black market.
Regarding this question, the old shopkeeper was silent and did not leave him to consider Selika's silent silence. Fang Ran, who was busy carrying the equipment name, also silently remained silent.
Then about half a minute passed silently.
Behind the counter, the elderly participant put down the newspaper and said a name,
"Michael."
Selika raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard him speak.
"On the trading day about a week ago, he had been here to sell this thing, but he didn't sell it."
Speaking about the maker of the micro device, the old shopkeeper took out a photo out of thin air and put it on the counter and slowly pushed it in front of Celica.
The useless projection is also very old school.
"If you didn't buy this from him, it should be that he made a deal with someone outside of the black market."
Consider that the ‘thief’ may be equipment brought from elsewhere, that the maker of this thing may not be in Texas, that the person may not have been to the black market, and so on.
Selika was prepared for nothing, so the moment she heard the name, her expression moved slightly.
Unexpectedly, it seems lucky.
Starting with the intelligence, she picked up the photo in front of her, and while she was a white prostitute, she kept listening to the conversation between the two of them with their super handsome feel, perceiving the real feedback from [Weighing].
Fang Ran turned his gaze at this moment, and what appeared in the photo in his field of vision was,
A man with brown hair and decorative glasses who looks like an elite white-collar worker.
Is he the maker of that micro-jamming device...
"Well, it looks like good luck,"
After confirming the information, Selika nodded and put away the photo. She put down her cocked legs and looked at the other party and asked:
"How much is this piece of information?"
How many?
Unable to understand the meaning of her question in the translation, Fang Ranzheng saw the usual opening of the newspaper after seeing the counter in curiousity:
"Not much, I just sold an ordinary C-level intelligence for the purpose of getting a strong B-level superior."
Decades of night battle experience obviously made the old shopkeeper guess that things were not that simple, but just as Celica believed that his intelligence was true,
He had known each other as early as when he was a budding C-class, and he also believed that Selika was only asking about things.
The rest is just as he said, there is no problem.
"All right,"
Knowing the meaning of his words, Selika was rarely a casual look anymore, and then looked towards Fang Ran and said:
"Give me something."
After a moment of shock, he realized that it was a bag, and Fang Ran handed it to her in a hurry.
At this time, I finally noticed that behind the woman who was full of wild, handsome, powerful and other elements, this young man with a face mask and sunglasses blocking his face, looked like a fledgling young man.
The old shopkeeper lifted his eyes from behind the newspaper and stared at Fang Ran.
"Speaking of it, it's the first time I saw you with a man next to me. What's wrong? Have you finally changed your sex?"
"Intelligence dealers just take the money and don't talk too much."
Taking out ten stacks of cash banknotes and throwing them directly in front of him, Selika faintly replied, and then threw the rest to Fang Ran along with her bag and walked out.
After Fang Ran caught up quickly, UU Read www.uukanshu.com also followed her out.
And then after going out,
Fang Ran reacted abruptly, looking at Selika with a shocked expression:
"Wait, just those two sentences and a photo are one hundred thousand dollars!???"
And Serika turned her head and asked, "What are you surprised about? What's so strange?"
"is there any problem?"
"Ah...no..."
Following the tickets and merchandise, Fang Ran once again felt how horrible the consumption level of the participants was.
"By the way, the maker of that equipment is also clear, what should we do now?"
"Contact them first, and then converge to investigate the whereabouts of this guy."
After listening to Fang Ran’s question, who didn’t know what to write in the notebook, Selika took out the communication device and contacted the other two as she stepped forward to give a general explanation.
The contact was quickly connected, and Annabella's cold and glamorous face appeared in the video frame formed by the virtual projection.
"what's up?"
"The maker of that thing found out, what's the situation on your side?"
It was also too lazy to say to her, Selika’s direct words were concise to the shortest explanation of the situation, but seemed to be upset that she could find clues so quickly.
Annabella ‘cut’ and replied coldly:
"I asked some people, no one knows about static transparent camouflage equipment."
As expected, Celica didn't care about any extra emotions:
"Really, let's go over there to meet you now."
Without speaking, Annabella snorted and was about to hang up.
Then at the moment when her projection screen was shaking,
Fang Ran and Selika both saw a male figure behind her like an elite white-collar worker.
He has brown hair and wears decorative glasses.