When Jiang Baimian was thinking, Bai Chen, who was driving, said where he thought the real "priest" might be haunted:
"After he smoked flag cigarettes, would he become addicted to them and often need to go to the port to buy them?"
"Judging from the long-term lack of consciousness of the true 'priest', as long as the effect is good enough, he will definitely continue to use similar items." Long Yuehong echoed.
When Shang Jianyao heard this, he sneered:
"But there are only five of us."
Jiang Baimian nodded:
"The possibility of real 'priests' continuing to buy flag cigarettes is indeed very high, but the problem is that there are many shops selling such cheap cigarettes in the port alone, and many people go to buy them every day.
"We can't monitor so many stores at the same time, and it's hard to identify who is the 'tool man' among the buyers."
"Yes." Gnava learned Long Yuehong's mantra at some point, "It would be great if the port area, including the entire green olive area, could be full of cameras like Tannan."
Then you can hack into the municipal system, write programs, screen surveillance videos, and use time and patience to find clues to the real "priest".
"This place really needs to be renovated." Shang Jianyao agreed.
After a short silence, Long Yuehong proposed a second possibility:
"Monitor General Phokas' mansion?
"Since you are hinted at there and are being followed by the puppets of the true 'priest', will the real 'priest' be lurking there, or will you often need to go there to communicate with the hidden 'anti-intellectual cult' powerhouse?
"As soon as we find a target that matches the character's characteristics, we ask Lao Ge to go over and confirm."
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and said:
"It's an idea, but I don't think it's very likely.
"Since there are puppets, there is no need for the real 'priest' to come forward to communicate in person, just use the fake 'priest' Sandel."
She pondered and continued:
"Judging from the style of a true 'priest', only when he needs to take action in person, will he come out of the darkness and come to the sun."
"So, we need to find a target that the real 'priest' is likely to deal with personally?" Long Yuehong cooperated and asked rhetorically.
Jiang Baimian nodded and said:
"The current focus of the 'Anti-Intellectual Sect' should be to provoke internal strife in the 'First City' and make the situation here chaotic.
"Now that they've taken the first step, we need to know who the key people are holding them back from taking the second step.
"This can be collected through the company's intelligence network, depending on who is working hard to maintain stability and suppress excessive behavior in the matter of the Valorian elders involved in collusion with the 'Salvation Army' and 'Anti-Intellectual Cult', who is an obstacle to the conservatives and reformists who are completely tearing their faces, or whose death will completely intensify the conflict."
Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian laughed:
"After locking in the corresponding target, we may have to act as a free, secret bodyguard for a while.
"At that time, we will not be involved in the confrontation at the level of the 'Spiritual Corridor', but will just look for an opportunity to give the real 'priest' a stunned blow."
Slapping, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands.
He asked with a slight expectation:
"Have we seen that 'Garibaldi' again?
"Will he change to a better café this time?"
"Maybe it's turned into a restaurant?" Jiang Baimian replied with a smile.
Shang Jianyao's eyes suddenly lit up.
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Two days later, the fake "priest" Sandel sent a telegram saying that he had reported the attack to the real "priest" and barely escaped.
He felt that the real "priest" should be aware of it, and keeping himself might just be a "poison bait".
In the process of secretly contending with the true "priest", the "old tune team" became more and more cautious, and they not only quietly moved back to the Hugo Inn, but also rented a few additional rooms as a safe house.
They no longer take telegrams where they live, fear of being monitored on the radio, lock their location, and always go to a specific safe house to deal with this issue.
Near this safe house specially used for telegrams, there is another safe house, which monitors whether the former is exposed and whether there are suspicious people around.
In similar fields, the "old tune group" quickly accumulated enough experience.
This is a "subject" that Jiang Baimian and others have been in contact with before, but it cannot be said to be in-depth, and it is more of a "subject" that is on paper.
After letting the fake "priest" Sandel continue to lurk, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao went out and went to the Silver Candle Cafe on Bliss Street in the Red Giant Wolf District as usual.
Yes, the intelligence officer "Garibaldi" still chose the old place.
Before going out, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao both made certain disguises, and the military green jeep completed a new round of painting at a modification factory trusted by Bai Chen, turning dark green.
This is quite different from what a true "priest" knows.
In fact, there were several "rootless" camps around the original city, but Feilin and their "Sangzi" business group were not here during this time, and other "rootless" teams, Jiang Baimian couldn't believe it.
At the Silver Candle Cafe, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who deliberately showed their mercenary temperament, each asked for a cup of coffee and sat in the old seat by the window and in the corner.
Bai Chen, Long Yuehong and Gnawa were afraid of encountering accidents, so they did not divide into three teams and all entered the same monitoring position.
While drinking low-quality "Bucha" coffee, Shang Jianyao put forward an idea:
"Our height and our race were still too conspicuous in the city at first, even if we disguised ourselves, it was easy to impress others.
"Why don't we find the 'rootless' to dye their hair? Hey, it's a pity that there are very few contact lenses that change the color of the eyes in the gray soil now."
Even ordinary contact lenses are produced at a very low rate.
——Ordinary people are myopic and have no ability to wear glasses, while the middle class with a slightly better life has enough normal glasses, so there is no need to pursue invisibility.
Only the group of people standing on top of the gray soil pyramid tower have the leisure, material and motivation to chase contact lenses.
"You can shave your head." Jiang Baimian held back his laughter and put forward his own suggestion.
Shang Jianyao actually thought about it seriously.
"That would be more conspicuous." Jiang Baimian quickly dispelled his thoughts.
To be honest, she couldn't imagine a bald version of Shang Jianyao.
Although that could be stronger.
While the two were talking, a man wearing a thin black coat and a peaked hat, less than 1.75 meters tall, entered the Silver Candle Cafe.
He swept around quickly and chose to sit behind Jiang Baimian and the others.
When passing by Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian, the man took the opportunity to pull out his right hand and wipe his face, and brought out a neatly folded and square piece of paper.
The piece of paper fell in front of Shang Jianyao, and was completely covered by his light hand raising his hand.
The man seemed unaware and sat in the seat he had chosen.
He is one of the intelligence agents of the "Pangu Creatures" in the original city, "Garibaldi".
This time, he did not introduce himself or ask, but patiently waited for Jiang Baimian to give new needs.
As for the content he wanted to give feedback, it was all on the folded paper.
This includes the details of the assassination of the original city elder Sauls by the true "priest", the test results of the cigarette butt, the current political situation of the original city, and the roles of several key elders.
The latter two are used to analyze the next goal of "anti-intellectualism".
Jiang Baimian immediately picked up the cup, took a sip of coffee and said:
"There is nothing else this time."
Her voice was deliberately suppressed, as if she didn't want to disturb other guests in the café.
Shang Jianyao immediately repeated it for her.
"Garibaldi" didn't leave immediately, just waited for his own coffee to arrive and slowly finished it like an ordinary customer.
Jiang Baimian was also not in a hurry, and after a while he opened the piece of paper handed by Shang Jianyao and took a quick look.
On the first page is the test result of the cigarette butt:
"Human saliva has been extracted...... There is a mint component in saliva, which is compared to "Ralphie" sugar, which contains the rhizome component of the plant Ralphie, which can effectively refresh the mind and cause diarrhea to a certain extent, and is more popular in the first city (note: the diet structure of the first city is prone to constipation and indigestion)...... The DNA does not match all the samples in the laboratory database, and the identity cannot be determined......"
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian noticed that "Garibaldi" put down his cup and walked out of the café slowly.
She lowered her head and continued to look at the information.
Suddenly, there was a bang of gunshots outside.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao raised their heads abruptly and looked out the window, only to see a person falling to the street floor.
He was wearing a thin black coat with a peaked cap on his head.
"Garibaldi"!
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(End of this chapter)