Alien Arms Empire

 Chapter 348348Proof of Identity

"Understood! I will make arrangements now. I will personally..." The middle-aged man lowered his head firmly, as if he did not intend to come back until this matter was completed.

Seeing the posture of his men, the old man immediately scolded: "Idiot! Let Chumluo, the frontman, handle this matter! Anyway, he has nothing else on his mind right now except revenge!"

 “I understand!” The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head gratefully and agreed.

 The old man took a deep breath and seemed to be calming down.

Then, he continued to make arrangements: "In addition, as for weapons, choose from the weapons of the Tang Group! When the time comes, let them doubt themselves... hum... haha... hahaha!"

"High! Sir, your method is really...high!" The middle-aged man flattered me with a heavy trace of flattery.

Then, the two people’s whispers echoed in this small secret room, and the light from the torch swayed, leaving two distorted ghost figures on the wall.

 …

 At the passenger terminal in Bunas, the entry and exit gate of Bunas area, a staff member of the civil administration department was sitting lazily behind the window.

She was wearing light lipstick and a uniform, listlessly flipping through the names in the record book.

“Identification!” Another new passenger stood in front of the window, and the female employee shouted in a long tone.

“…” The other party respectfully took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it to the female employee on the other side of the iron fence.

The female employee opened the small book, compared it with the black and white photo in the book, looked at the middle-aged man opposite the iron railing, and checked lazily: "Are you Franklin?"

This kind of booklet is only available in Bunas, and it is the identity certificate of Bunas people. The previous small books only had names on them, but the latest generation of ID documents have two-inch photos and anti-counterfeiting stamps. They are very advanced and difficult to forge.

To be honest, it is not easy to find a camera outside Bunas nowadays.

This thing is now a national gift. It is a gift sent out by the Datang Group after it was enthroned. The source of any one of them can probably be traced, so it is obviously a huge risk to fake this kind of thing.

With photos, the credibility of the documents is greatly enhanced. This is another reason why it is difficult for outside spies and stowaways to sneak into Bunas.

This middle-aged man was very flustered and replied with some anxiety: "Yes, yes, sir..."

"Identity number 5170304172156... Did you come to Bunas in April last year?" After checking the code, the female employee at the entry-exit gate continued to ask this question calmly.

 No one could see any sadness, joy, or other expressions on her face. She was like a cold machine, making people standing in front of her instinctively feel restrained.

“That’s right, sir.” The man standing opposite the iron railing nervously pinched the hat on his chest, swallowed his saliva, and answered the woman’s question.

"Don't be so nervous..." the woman said soothingly without raising her head as she checked the anti-counterfeiting watermark on the document.

“Yes, sir.” The middle-aged man replied immediately, as if he was unwilling to admit his nervousness.

 The woman raised her head and stared into the other person's eyes: "The reason for going to Dragon Island?"

"Work assignment, sir, I am a fitter..." The man seemed to be very confident in his skills, and when he talked about this, he straightened his body unconsciously.

 “Is this a permanent deployment?” The woman closed the ID card and handed it back to the other party.

“Yes, yes, here are my letters of recommendation and work certificates, here are my competency evaluation certificates, and related medical and health...” The man lowered his head and seemed to really want to rummage through those trivial things.

"Okay! No need to look for it! I wish you all the best." The woman impatiently signaled that the other party could pass.

The man immediately gratefully stuffed the pile of documents back into his pocket, repackaged his identity certificate, nodded and bowed, and walked towards the pier.

There, there is already a ship docked on the shore. It is a ship leading to Dragon Island, a brand new... sailboat.

 “Next!” the woman reminded impatiently, and then shouted in a mechanical routine: “ID!”

“…” A man in a decent suit came forward with a smile and handed over an identification card.

 The woman took the certificate, opened it skillfully, and looked down at the identity certificate: "Your name is Adams?"

“Yes, sir.” The man smiled and showed his appearance, which was exactly the same as in the photo. The woman took one look at the other person's appearance, then looked down at the photo on the ID card, and sighed casually: "5170301021913...I've been here for a long time."

"You are right, sir." The man still smiled warmly and nodded.

 The woman was silent for a few seconds, then seemed to remember that she was still working, and continued to ask: "So, what about you? Sir, why did you go to Long Island?"

"I'm going to work, sir, I'm a salt merchant..." the tall and thin man replied politely.

"Businessman?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, but had no intention of returning the certificate.

The tall and thin man's smile gradually became unnatural, and he asked worriedly: "Is there any problem? Sir."

"Well, there's no problem. It's just that...some people are interested in your other identity." The woman behind the window released her foot that was holding a button underneath, and turned her attention to the few people who were squeezing through the crowd from behind. Man in police uniform.

The businessman who was about to go to Long Island hadn't figured out the situation yet. He hadn't seen the police approaching from behind. He forced a smile and asked uneasily: "I don't understand what you mean, sir."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You will understand when you get there..." The woman smiled, closed the certificate in her hand, and pressed it on the table.

At the same time, the man in front of the iron railing also felt the chaos behind him. He suddenly turned around and found that several policemen who had pushed aside the crowd were already close at hand.

He suddenly threw the box in his hand towards the rushing police, and his legs suddenly exerted force, preparing to rush into the crowd and escape.

 But before he could swing the box, the policemen who rushed over had already seized a more favorable terrain. One policeman held on to the suitcase full of clothes while another policeman tackled the tall, lanky man from the side.

"Why are you arresting me! Why are you arresting me! I didn't do anything! I'm innocent!" The man who was pinned to the ground struggled hard and shouted crazily.

After realizing that he had no better way, the man started to curse again: "They are killing people and silencing them! They are killing and silencing them! They are afraid that I sell cheap salt, so they arrest me! I am innocent! They force me to raise the price and I don't agree. , they are the lackeys of Datang Group! They..."

Soon, the man’s mouth was blocked with a piece of rag, and he was dragged away by the police.

Around them, a group of travelers preparing to go to Dragon Island watched all this happening with cold eyes. They resumed their queue without any panic and continued to walk towards the pass one by one.

It seemed as if they didn't see anyone being dragged away at all.

There is no other way. Framing Datang Group in Bunas has little market in itself. Of all the people queuing up here, which one is not a vested interest in the rise of Datang Group? Expecting them to believe that Tang Mo is a heinous **** is simply a joke.

 …

In Tang Mo's office on Dragon Island, Leo handed Tang Mo a list from Cyric: "This is the list of lurking personnel from within Cyric this month, as well as their detailed background information. "

 Since starting the cooperation with Sophia, catching Cyric's spies has become an easy task.

 At least some of the lower-level spies collectively dispatched by the Cyric Consortium are on this immediate list.

"Sofia can't get the entire list, because there are no secrets among the directors. They will be wary of each other and install their own cronies. They don't know each other about this part of the list." See. Tang Mo took the list and Leo continued to introduce it.

"However, because our support has helped her a lot, she can get more detailed information." Before Tang Mo could say anything, Leo continued his report: "Our own channels , and hers, two-phase confirmation, very accurate.”

After finishing speaking, he briefly talked about some of Cyric's arms production trends: "Recently Cyric is building some paddle ships. These ships are equipped with larger-caliber artillery, and they are new breech-loaded gun designs with armor. Protection is very dangerous.”

"However, because they are paddle steamers, they do not pose a great threat to us. Their speed is too low, their power systems are too easily damaged, and their sighting systems are also very backward..." As he spoke, his tone became more relaxed.

Paddle steamers lag far behind compared to propeller propulsion. This type of steamship would soon be obsolete. Although it is regarded as a treasure by Cyric now, it will be just a joke in the future.

"Don't underestimate the enemy." Tang Mo reminded his men while looking at the names and disguised identities.

"Yes! Master! We have been conducting spy investigation work, and we not only rely on the intelligence provided by Sophia, we also have our own tracking and identification system." Leo immediately adjusted his mood and lowered his head.

"This is good. It's a good habit not to rely on others." Tang Mo closed the list and handed it back to Leo: "You must check carefully! You can't believe Sophia's words! You can't wrongly accuse a good person."

 (End of this chapter)