Chapter 133 Can Be "Trusted"
There is still a while before the power outage at half past eight, and the street lights on the street are still shining brightly, illuminating the way for pedestrians coming and going.
However, compared with the interior of the underground building of "Pangu Biotechnology", many street lights on South Street have long been broken, and only one is intact at intervals of tens of meters.
Bai Chen took Long Yuehong out to step on the point before dinner, and she already had several sets of plans for what to do next.
Long Yuehong was undoubtedly a little nervous, but he had experienced too many things when he went out for the first time, and he had a little immunity to similar situations, so he would not be weak in his hands and feet, and his heart was beating.
He silently followed Bai Chen, blocking the view of passers-by from time to time to prevent the "orange" rifle wrapped in cloth from being too conspicuous.
There was a sentry at the entrance of the South Street Slave Market, and two guards in it were holding assault rifles of the same standard, scanning the surroundings with unpaid attention, sometimes sitting and sometimes standing.
Bai Chen passed them and walked towards the central square quickly and slowly.
Soon, she and Long Yuehong entered the blind spot of the street lights, like two blurred shadows on the dimly lit street.
At this time, Bai Chen suddenly turned around and came to the entrance of the yard of the adjacent building, and deftly climbed through the iron fence gate in a second or two.
Long Yuehong admired it for a while, because during this process, Bai Chen also managed to stabilize the rifle in his arms.
Without delay, Long Yuehong followed closely and climbed over the iron fence gate, without making any movement.
He and Bai Chen immediately entered the building adjacent to the South Street Slave Market, and under the light of the dim light bulb, they went all the way to the top floor in the cold stairs.
Bai Chen took out a piece of wire prepared in advance, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened the door to the rooftop after a few fiddles.
——Although the appearance of this building looks like it has cornices and bucket arches, it is more of an imitation and decoration, and it has all the layouts that should be normal.
Going up to the rooftop, closing the door, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong came to the side near the South Street Slave Market under the dim moonlight.
On this quiet night, in this open place, they heard singing, shouting, music, and all kinds of noises coming from West Street.
At this moment, Long Yuehong looked in the direction of the South Street Slave Market and tilted her head slightly and said:
"What does it seem to be over there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, as the noise on West Street subsided for a short time, the movement of the South Street slave market became much clearer.
It was a lot of whimpering sounds.
Each sound was not loud, so weak that it seemed as if it didn't exist, but after they overlapped each other, they swayed quietly in the dark night, occasionally mixed with a few heart-wrenching coughs and a seemingly painful hum.
"It's those slaves who are crying." Bai Chen looked at the market road below expressionlessly.
Long Yuehong was silent for a while, and sighed casually:
"It's really miserable......
"It's a pity that there are only four of us, and we can't save them."
Bai Chen turned his head and looked at the alley opposite.
After a while, she said:
"This season, if you don't prepare enough supplies, it's better to let them stay here."
Long Yuehong thought about it carefully and found that this was really the truth.
But it was this truth that could be established, which made him feel a lot more indescribable sadness than just now.
He watched Bai Chen choose a position, set up the "Orange" rifle, put his eyes in front of the scope, monitored the alley opposite, and followed the instructions, using a telescope to observe the roof and room on the other side of the South Street Slave Market.
"I found nothing." After repeated confirmation, Long Yuehong gave a conclusion.
"Watch it every three minutes." Bai Chen emphasized.
After saying the first word "Yes......", Long Yuehong was dumbfounded.
Usually "yes, team leader", this time he didn't know what to "is", so he directly added Bai Chen's name to the end, which didn't seem good enough.
Bai Chen didn't care, and was fully focused on monitoring the target area.
Long Yuehong followed and looked opposite, and happened to see the team leader and Shang Jianyao turning into the alley like a walk after dinner.
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"Wait next to the broken street lamp in front." Jiang Baimian wore a black padded jacket on top of his hat, with a ring of brown hair embedded on the edge.
This seems to have the effect of showing a small face.
Shang Jianyao kept his mouth closed, did not speak indiscriminately, followed the team leader, and came to the other side of the broken street lamp, hiding his body in the shadows.
The light on the street could not shine here at all, only a little light overflowed from the buildings on both sides, making the outlines of various things vaguely present.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao stopped talking, each observing one side, paying attention to the pedestrians passing by.
Whenever someone approaches, they look at each other as if they were a couple on a date.
——They believe that the boyfriend and girlfriend inside the "Pangu Creatures" who have to meet in the corner in the cold after the lights are turned off, and there must be similar people on the surface, and the better the relatively good place like Weed City, the more this is true.
Time passed minute by minute, and eight o'clock arrived soon.
After about a minute or two, a figure walked into the alley from the entrance of South Street.
He was wearing a navy blue cotton coat, a fluffy leather hat, a black scarf, slightly hunched over, and his head was lowered, like an old man trembling in the cold wind.
When passing by Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, the old man slipped on his feet, his body shook, and he dropped something on the ground.
He hurriedly squatted down, and fumbled for the lost items with the lights on both sides of the buildings.
And Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao had already seen clearly that the old man had dropped a badge with no words on a red background.
"Is this what you dropped?" Jiang Baimian bent down and smiled and handed his gold nameplate on a red background to the old man's eyes.
The old man glanced at it and raised his head:
"Yes."
Under the dim light, he is not old at all, he looks like he is in his thirties, his eyebrows are neither thick nor light, his facial features are neither ugly nor handsome, and he belongs to a person who has no memory.
After answering, the man quickly picked up his "badge" and stood up.
After confirming that the other party was the company's intelligence officer lurking in Wild Grass City, Jiang Baimian smiled and asked chatterily:
"Have you already stepped on this side and observed the environment?"
The intelligence officer nodded and said casually:
"Whether it's wearing clothes on the front and back, adding or subtracting hats, wearing scarves, or walking posture, you can make you feel like a different person at night, but it requires a little skill."
After listening quietly, Jiang Baimian suddenly smiled:
"You've passed by here four times, right?"
The intelligence officer looked at Jiang Baimian in astonishment.
He was not surprised that the lady in front of him had noticed that he had been nearby, but the other party was able to tell exactly how many times in total!
Jiang Baimian smiled, looked at the other party's feet and said:
"Remember to change into a pair of leather shoes next time."
The intelligence officer suddenly realized.
Jiang Baimian said "hmm" and nodded:
"It's true that extra shoes are inconvenient to carry around, so you can only consider getting them dirty.
"Are you a little reluctant?"
On the gray soil, except for those self-proclaimed aristocratic masters, who would be willing to take the initiative to ruin their own things?
The ordinary employees of "Pangu Bio" usually live a life of scarcity of materials, but they are better than most wilderness wanderer settlements.
"A little." The intelligence officer nodded truthfully.
He didn't say much, glanced left and right, and said:
"It's not convenient to communicate here, I'll take you to a place."
Jiang Baimian immediately turned his head sideways and glanced at Shang Jianyao.
The intelligence officer noticed this scene and frowned slightly:
"Don't trust me?"
At this time, Shang Jianyao laughed:
"How could I not trust you?
"Look:
"We are all employees of the company;
"Our family is within the company;
"So ......"
The intelligence officer's expression gradually softened:
"That's right, everyone is someone you can trust."
His attitude was obviously a little more enthusiastic:
"I have been sent to Weed City for almost two years, and in another year, I will be able to go back. I don't know if my daughter, haha, does she recognize me, she was only five years old when I came out."
"This is not auspicious, say less." Shang Jianyao interrupted the other party.
The intelligence officer was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Shang Jianyao, only to see his face full of sincerity.
"Yes." The intelligence officer felt the care of his friend.
Then, he pointed to the other end of the alley:
"Let's change places, people come and go here."
Intelligence officers have instinctive defenses and high requirements for joint locations.
Because with the insurance of "reasoning clown", even if the other party was really not trustworthy before, he has now become trustworthy, so Jiang Baimian no longer hesitated, nodded lightly and said:
"Okay."
After saying that, she took out the walkie-talkie, pressed the button and said:
"You can evacuate."
(End of this chapter)