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"This camera and the camera at the door don't seem to be of the same type.

"Not installed at the same time?"

Ogg smiled flatteringly:

"The door camera was installed a few years ago, and I can't find this model recently. This is, this is..."

While talking, he suddenly froze:

"I don't remember when I could pretend..."

"I don't remember either..." Other members of the "Black Shirt Party", Su Na and others shook their heads.

At this moment, Long Yuehong suddenly suffocated.

How many arrangements does the real "priest" have that I and others haven't discovered?

Jiang Baimian drew his gun and aimed at the camera, but he didn't pull the trigger in the end.

"It seems that the real 'priest' will also use technological products." Jiang Baimian laughed, and inserted the "Bingmoss" pistol back into his armed belt, "And what he did was two-handed preparation, it would be best if he could blow us up If you can’t kill yourself, use this surveillance camera to find out how we solved the crisis, and what hidden means are there.”

"Since there is already a camera here, it is difficult to find a problem with an extra camera." Bai Chen continued.

Especially those few people who knew the details of the camera had been hypnotized.

Jiang Baimian sighed:

"Fortunately, I have some research on electronic products, and I pay more attention to details."

When Long Yuehong heard the lingering fear, Shang Jianyao laughed and said:

"The fox's tail is finally exposed!"

Uh... Long Yuehong was a little dazed for a while.

Jiang Baimian also showed a smile:

"After a period of time without an explosion, he should send someone back to get the card that stores the surveillance video."

Having said that, she folded her palms together:

"Okay, we can wait and see who comes to get the surveillance video."

This street, and even most of the Green Olive District, is not connected to a wired network, let alone a wireless signal. Even if some merchants have mobile phones and are connected to the network of the original city, they are limited to calling and texting here. .

Chapter 57 Tracking

Two days later, in the morning, the owner of an electrical repair shop came to the "wolf den".

He and Ogg are familiar with each other. If there is any line failure here, as long as it is not complicated and you are in a hurry to use it, you will always look for him.

"The camera is broken?" The nearly middle-aged man looked up at the equipment at the door.

Like most Honghe people, he looks older, his skin seems to have been sanded.

Although Aoge removed the "hypnosis" and lost the memory of reporting repairs, he still nodded:

"Yeah, it's all broken, so I asked you to take a look.

"If it doesn't work, I'll replace it with a new one. It's been used for several years anyway."

The owner of the electrical repair shop said with a smile:

"Okay, I have a few second-hand ones, and the quality is not bad."

"Rich, are you sure it's second-hand, not third-hand, or fourth-hand?" Ogg joked, and greeted other "Black Shirts" members, and sent a simple ladder to the owner of the electrical repair shop.

Rich checked in turn, and when he was dealing with the camera that could see the depths of the "wolf's den", his expression was suddenly in a daze.

He took a memory card out of the tool bag he carried and replaced the one inside.

After a brief inspection, and after confirming that there was no tracker or other items attached, Rich stuffed the electronic product with surveillance video into his pocket.

Soon, he "fixed" the camera, took Ogg's money, and left the wolf den.

Back in the store, he rummaged through and found an envelope with the address and recipient written on it at some point.

At this moment, a man and a woman wearing sunglasses entered his shop.

"Can this be repaired?" The woman with the ponytail took out a small speaker with a blue background and a black surface.

Rich had no choice but to put down the envelope and memory card in his hand, took the speaker, connected it to his N-hand computer, and checked for any problems.

And the tall man quickly picked up the envelope and said with a smile:

"A love letter?"

"No." Rich reflexively snatched back the envelope, preventing the other party from seeing the delivery address.

The man didn't push, and waited for Rich to check the speakers.

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The singing sounded soon.

"It's okay." Richie said suspiciously.

The man wearing sunglasses opened his mouth wide:

"You are amazing, just touch it and it will be fine!"

"..." Rich didn't know how to respond.

The woman with the ponytail immediately asked:

"how much is it?"

"1, 1 Delasser." Rich didn't want to take money at first, but since the other party said that, he didn't want to give up this opportunity to make money.

The ponytailed woman took out a 1 de Lace coin and pushed it to him.

After watching the two leave with the small speaker, Rich checked the envelope and confirmed that there were no trackers inside.

He quickly put the memory card in and glued the seal.

When it was almost noon, he closed the store door and put the letter into the only mailbox in this block.

In the afternoon, a postman in a green uniform on a battered bicycle picked up the letter and stuffed it into his satchel with the rest of the mail.

Then, he followed a fixed route, passing through different mailboxes.

When he arrived at an apartment near the Red Giant Wolf District, the postman's expression suddenly became bewildered.

He took out Rich's letter.

And the address on the letter is not here at all.

The two are completely opposite.

After delivering the letter by mistake into a mailbox in the apartment building, the postman left.

Time passed quickly, and night gradually fell.

A man living in this apartment came back here after a tiring day.

When he passed the mailbox area, he opened his own and took out the letter inside.

After seeing the completely wrong address on the letter, the stocky man's expression changed slightly.

He climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, and walked along the aisle to where he lived.

When passing by a neighbor's house, he suddenly bent down and tied his shoelaces.

During this process, he quietly stuffed the letter in his hand into the crack of the neighbor's door.

In the dimly lit room with the curtains drawn, a slightly pale hand picked up the letter.

That hand immediately opened the letter and took out the memory card inside.

The owner of the hand briefly checked and double-checked that there were no extra electronics attached to the inside of the envelope and the surface of the memory card.

He found a dead bug inside the envelope, and thought it must have flown in before the envelope was sealed.

The owner of the hand opened his laptop and inserted the memory card into the attached card reader.

As soon as he opened the new drive letter, the computer suddenly became very slow.

Immediately afterwards, the mute state of the speaker was lifted, and the volume was pulled to the maximum.

Woo!Woo!

The piercing sound of a fire truck echoed throughout the room, and came from the closed windows.

Immediately afterwards, a male voice shouted hoarsely:

"I am the priest of the 'Anti-Intellectual Cult', come and arrest me!

"I am the priest of the 'Anti-Intellectual Cult', come and arrest me!"

The owner of the hand stood up suddenly, without trying to stop the out-of-control computer, he ran directly to the door.

As he opened the door, the voice from the computer speakers changed again.

A male voice sounded slightly resentful:

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The owner of the hand slowed down a beat, and quickly returned to normal.

He ran to the second floor along the stairs, turned directly into the aisle here, rushed into one of the houses who were cooking dinner at the door, and jumped from their window into the alley behind the apartment.

boom!

Stone chips flew in front of the owner of the hand, and a bullet almost hit him.

It's not like the sniper failed to take aim, but it's closer to deliberate, equivalent to a warning.

The owner of the hand froze for a moment, then slowly raised his hands.

He no longer tried to run away, because the next shot might hit his body, and the sniper was tens of meters away, so he couldn't influence it.

At first, weapons were not allowed in the city, and the back alley was relatively quiet. After such a gunshot created a brief moment of tension, the pedestrians on the street outside quickly put the matter behind them. Only a small number of enthusiastic people tried to find the sheriff and asked him to send his men down. Go down the alley to see what's going on.

The owner of the hand waited for a while, and a figure appeared in front of him.

The person who came was Shang Jianyao in a black long-sleeved T-shirt. With his eyes closed, he smiled warmly and said:

"I wasn't the one who shot it."

What he meant was that the person in charge of the sniping was still there, so don't try to play tricks.

The owner of the hand was silent and did not respond.

But his mind was full of thoughts.

The best way he analyzed was to restrain the person in front of him and use him as a hostage against the sniper in the distance.

Shang Jianyao opened his eyes, and saw in front of him a brown-haired, brown-eyed man about 1.7 meters tall, with a haggard complexion, not in a good mental state but not too tired.

"Fake 'Father'." He sighed and shook his head.

For this tracking, the "Old Tune Team" used Jiang Baimian's ability to sense bioelectrical signals and the virus written by Gnawa.

They originally followed Rich, the owner of the electrical repair shop, but it turned out that he was just a tool man, so they used the excuse of repairing a small speaker to get a bug in before the other party sealed the envelope.

In the eyes of people who don't understand the corresponding ability, this is just a trivial thing, basically not noticed, and there are often no similar things in other letters on the postman.

In this way, it is equivalent to having a biological locator in the letter.

Considering that the worms in the letters may not live long, Gnava made a virus in the memory card in advance, which can make the poisoned computer turn on the speaker and play the virus of the predetermined content.

With it, the "Old Tune Group" that has been narrowed down can lock on the target by sound, and ambush each other on various roads where the opponent is fleeing.

After such a two-pronged effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who were in charge of the back alley area, successfully blocked the fleeing enemies.

Unfortunately, it is still a fake "priest".

"Fake 'priest'..." The man who was planning to "hypnotize" Shang Jianyao while his eyes met was stunned.

His expression changed several times in a row, and he blurted out and asked:

"Why do you say I'm a fake 'priest'?"

Shang Jian Yao didn't answer him immediately, and threw him a black cloth:

"Blindfold."