In the dark night, the first city, Westport.
It is connected to the Green Olive District, which is full of warehouses for goods and patrolled by dedicated port guards.
Terrance didn't expect that not long after he took the telegram, he received a call from Zhang Qubing, asking him to meet at Pier 3 in Westport at 10:30 tonight and not to bring any entourage.
This simply does not give a chance to breathe and prepare.
This bloated, fleshy face, brown-haired and blue-eyed gang leader and sect member followed the instructions of the Qian Bai Squad, parked his black car before entering Yan Gang Avenue, and walked to the meeting place.
- Through the relationship of the "Black Shirt Party", he obtained the registration information and mission records of Shang Jianyao and others in the Hunter Guild, and determined that this was a fairly powerful team of unknown origin.
Terrance glanced left and right, suspecting that one or a few of Zhang Qubing, Xue Yueyu, and others were quietly watching him in a building along Hong Kong Avenue or on the height of a warehouse at the wharf, or somewhere in a container yard, observing whether anyone was secretly following.
Fortunately, Terrance didn't have any ghostly intentions this time and walked frankly.
With his weight, after such a long journey, it was inevitable that he would be a little out of breath, and finally avoided the patrolling port guards and came to Pier 3.
He looked around and didn't find the target, so he held back his temper and waited.
About seven or eight minutes later, two figures came closer along the road that Terrance had walked.
It wasn't until they were only forty or fifty meters away that Terence noticed, turned his body, and looked over.
Under the moonlight, the familiar faces of Zhang Qubing and Xue Yuyue came into his eyes.
"Happy cooperation." Shang Jianyao opened his mouth and said that Terrance was stunned.
It took him more than ten seconds to find his thoughts, and he responded with a smile:
"I hope we can have a happy cooperation."
"You are a gang organization that was originally ranked in the city, a secret sect that serves the elderly, what do you need to cooperate with us?" Jiang Baimian did not immediately ask Terrance what he wanted to cooperate with, but raised a question.
Terrance smiled back:
"Your various performances, your mission records, your daring to deal with our 'Black Shirt Party', and achieving initial success, all show that you are not only powerful, but also have a deep background.
"Guess what we guessed." Shang Jianyao, who has some knowledge of old world entertainment materials, finally found an opportunity to say this.
Terrance didn't ask what the opposite side thought about, but said:
"You are investigating the 'Anti-Intellectual Cult', don't you just want to participate in the internal strife in the 'First City'? I can sell you a piece of information."
"What kind of remuneration do you need, or in other words, the conditions for 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 might be of help to us.
"Our only request is that you share the part of the information you have with us when you feel necessary."
He said a little awkwardly, but his posture was very low.
"There is still such a good thing?" Shang Jianyao expressed Jiang Baimian's heart.
The latter pondered for a moment and said:
"Tell me, what information?"
Terrance habitually looked around to confirm that no one else existed at Pier 3.
He considered the language and said:
"We have always held the identity of a member of the 'Most Holy of Desire' sect, but we have never exposed her, only secretly observing her.
"Her name is Cynthia, a descendant of aristocrats, a socialite from the upper class of the 'First City', and has a lot to do with many real power figures.
"She recently went to three places and met three people, one was Christina from the Hunter's Guild and the other was Inspector Alexander ......"
Jiang Baimian listened quietly to Terrance's words, and his eyebrows moved slightly.
A member of the "Most Holy of Desire" sect went to meet with Alexander, the inspector of one of the two giants, at this juncture?
Terence didn't immediately say who the third person was, but introduced others first:
"If Cynthia simply went to see Inspector Alexander, it would not be surprising, the 'Most Holy of Desire' sect had many followers in the upper class of the city at the beginning, and many nobles did not admit it with their mouths, but they participated in some 'celestial gatherings' in private, which was very similar to the style of the 'Most Holy of Desire' sect.
"Hehe, many aristocrats in high society are indulging in pleasure and indulging in desire."
High society? Jiang Baimian scoffed in his heart.
How many years has it been since the destruction of the old world, and how many years has it been since the beginning of the new calendar, and then another upper class has been created?
Terrance continued:
"But two days before Cynthia looked for an opportunity to visit Inspector Alexander, she met with another person.
"That man's name is Sutton, and he is ostensibly a painter, but after our investigation, it is very likely that he is a member of the 'Anti-Intellectual Cult'."
"What does he look like?" Shang Jianyao asked hurriedly.
Terrance frowned in confusion:
"He is less than 1.7 meters tall, thin, dyed his hair gray, and looks like he is overindulging."
Shang Jianyao sighed in disappointment.
"Do you suspect that the 'Anti-Intellectual' and the 'Most Holy of Desire' sects have come together again, targeting Inspector Alexander?" Jiang Baimian asked thoughtfully.
This is consistent with their judgment that the "anti-intellectual religion" will further intensify the contradiction.
Could it be that their next target is not General Phocas, but Ombudsman Alexander? It is not the people of the "Anti-Intellectual" who did it, but the members of the "Most Holy of Desire" sect? Can this hide the security forces around Inspector Alexander? One by one, thoughts arose in Jiang Baimian's mind, making it seem as if a fog appeared in front of her eyes.
Terrance said seriously:
"I can only say that there is such a guess, I hope you can use this information to confirm it.
"In order to show sincerity, on the side of the 'Wolf's Den', we will let go and not trouble them, but you have to put Aug and the others back."
"You may have to borrow them for two or three months." Jiang Baimian was noncommittal about the previous sentence.
In two or three months, Suna and the others should be able to have a simple conversation with the people of Honghe, and their marksmanship is more skilled, coupled with the help of a translator, they can no longer need the "service" of Ogg and other members of the "Black Shirt Party".
As soon as Jiang Baimian finished speaking, Shang Jianyao expressed his meaning:
"They have done too many bad things and have to serve for at least ten years."
Looking at Shang Jianyao's energetic eyes, Terrance gave up the argument rationally and smiled:
"Ten years is ten years, don't ask me for their living expenses."
He also only mentioned Aug and others by the way, which is the last bit of dignity as a "direct boss".
After stopping Shang Jianyao from asking words like "So you can still ask for living expenses", Jiang Baimian nodded and said:
"If we have any gains or any other information we want to share with you, we will call you."
"Okay." Terence breathed a sigh of relief.
After watching him leave Pier 3 and gradually moving away, Shang Jianyao asked:
"Are you going to monitor Alexander?"
Jiang Baimian pondered for a while and said:
"We don't have this ability, and we can't stop the people of the 'Most Holy Desire' sect from taking action when we can't get close.
"Moreover, in that case, the real 'priest' may not appear.
"Well, let's report it to the company and annoy the ministers and directors, they can mobilize the intelligence personnel here to deal with it, and we will continue to monitor General Fokas."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao smiled, "Over there, I still have things to do."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Baimian asked vigilantly.
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The next morning, they took over Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Gnawa, who had been monitoring the whole night, and entered a room on the top floor of the building.
Shang Jianyao went out for a walk and took out a piece of paper full of icons and words.
He said with a smile:
"This is a map of the distribution 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 should pay more attention to these places later to see if there are people who meet the characteristics of a true 'priest'."
The two of them each held a telescope and observed the people coming and going around the general's mansion.
In the middle, they took turns eating.
At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, when the sky gradually darkened, Jiang Baimian saw a dark green off-road car with a black background and a white license plate driving into the monitoring area.
She subconsciously put her attention on it, and with the help of the telescope, she found that the driver was a man in black clothes, wearing a baseball cap with a low top pressure.
That license plate belongs to the Senate and can enter and exit the Golden Apple District without temporary inspection.
Jiang Baimian was stunned for a moment, and then said to Shang Jianyao:
"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 a positive answer.
Jiang Baimian immediately smiled:
"The appearance of the puppets of the real 'priest' in this area shows that they still want to deal with General Phocas."
And this is the opportunity of the "old tune group".
(End of this chapter)