long night fire

"But there are only five of us."

Jiang Baimian nodded accordingly:

"It is indeed very likely that the real 'priest' will continue to buy the flag cigarettes, but the problem is that in the port alone, there are many shops selling this kind of cheap cigarettes, and many people go to buy them every day, and the real 'priest' is absolutely He will not show up in person, but will definitely use the method of 'hypnotizing' passers-by and letting them serve as tools.

"We can't monitor so many stores at the same time, and it's hard to tell who is a '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 covered with cameras like Tarnan."

In that way, you can hack into the municipal system, write programs, sift through surveillance videos, and use time and patience to find clues about the real "priest".

"This place really needs to be remodeled." Shang Jianyao agreed.

After a brief silence, Long Yuehong proposed a second possibility:

"Monitoring the mansion of General Phocas?

"Since you were hinted there and were stalked by the real 'priest' puppet, will the real 'priest' hide there, or do you often need to go there to communicate with the hidden 'anti-intellectual religion' strong?

"As soon as we find a target that matches the character's characteristics, we will ask Lao Ge to confirm it."

Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and said:

"It's an idea, but I don't think it's very likely.

"Since there is a puppet, there is no need for the real 'priest' to communicate in person, just like using the fake 'priest' Sandor."

She considered it and continued:

"Judging from the style of the real 'priest' doing things, he will come out of the darkness and come to the sun only when he needs to do it himself."

"So, we need to find a target that the real 'priest' is likely to deal with personally?" Long Yuehong asked in response.

Jiang Baimian nodded and said:

"The current focus of the 'Anti-Intellectual Religion' should be to stir up internal strife in the 'First City', making the situation here chaotic.

"Now that they've taken the first step, we need to know who the key people are that are preventing them from taking the second step.

"This can be done through the company's intelligence network to collect information, to see who is working hard to maintain stability and suppress radical behavior, who is conservative and The obstacles that the reformists will completely tear their skin apart, or whose death will completely intensify the conflict."

Having said that, Jiang Baimian laughed:

"After locking the corresponding target, we may have to act as a free, covert bodyguard.

"At that time, we will not get involved in the confrontation at the level of the 'spiritual corridor', but just look for an opportunity to give the real 'priest' a sap."

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands.

He asked slightly expectantly:

"Shall we see that 'Garibaldi' again?

"Will he change to a better cafe this time?"

"Maybe it has become a restaurant?" Jiang Baimian replied with a smile.

Shang Jian Yao's eyes suddenly lit up.

……

Two days later, the fake "Father" Sandel sent a telegram, saying that he had reported the attack to the real "Priest" and barely escaped. He seemed not to have been suspected or investigated, but he never received any orders sent by letter.

He felt that the real "priest" should be aware of it, and keeping himself might just be a "poison bait".

During the secret contest with the real "Father", the "Old Tune Group" became more and more cautious. Not only did they quietly move back to the Ugo Hotel, but they also rented a few extra rooms as safe houses.

They no longer send telegrams in the place where they live, fearing that someone will monitor the radio signal and lock the location, and go to a specific safe house every time to deal with this matter.

And near this safe house specially used for telegraphing, there is another safe house, which is used to monitor whether the former has been exposed and whether there are suspicious people around.

In a similar field, the "Old Tune Group" quickly accumulated enough experience.

This is a "subject" that Jiang Baimian and others have come into contact with before, but it cannot be said to be in-depth. It is more of a "subject" that is discussed 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 agent "Garibaldi" still chose the old place.

Before going out, both Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao put on a certain amount of camouflage, and the army green jeep completed a new round of painting at a refitting factory trusted by Bai Chen, turning it into a dark green color.

This is quite different from what the real "priest" knew.

In fact, there are several "rootless" camps around the original city, but Fei Lin's "Sangzi" business group is not here for a while, and Jiang Baimian can't trust the other "rootless" teams.

In the Silver Candle Cafe, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who deliberately showed mercenary temperament, ordered a cup of coffee each, and sat in their old seats near the window and in the corner.

Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Gnawa were not divided into three teams for fear of accidents, and all entered the same monitoring position.

While drinking the inferior "Bucha" coffee, Shang Jianyao came up with an idea:

"Our height, our race, are still too conspicuous in the original city, even if we are disguised, it is easy to leave an impression on others.

"Why don't we ask 'rootless people' to dye their hair? Hey, it's a pity that there are very few contact lenses that can change the color of the eyes in the current dust."

Even ordinary contact lenses are produced in extremely low volumes.

——Ordinary people are short-sighted, and they don’t have the ability to wear glasses at all. For the middle class who live a little better, normal glasses are enough, and there is no need to pursue invisible ones.

Only the group of people standing at the top of the gray earth pyramid have the leisure, materials and motivation to chase contact lenses.

"You can shave your head bald." Jiang Baimian held back a smile and offered his own suggestion.

Shang Jian Yao thought about it seriously.

"It's more conspicuous that way." Jiang Baimian quickly dismissed his thoughts.

To be honest, she couldn't imagine the bald version of Shang Jianyao.

Although that might be stronger.

While the two were talking, a man wearing a thin black coat and peaked cap, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, entered the Silver Candle Cafe.

He quickly scanned around and chose to sit behind Jiang Baimian and the others.

When Shangjian Yao and Jiang Baimian passed by, the man took out a neatly folded piece of paper by taking the opportunity to wipe his face with his right hand.

The piece of paper fell in front of Shang Jianyao, and he lightly raised his hand to completely cover it.

The man didn't seem to notice, and sat in the seat he had chosen.

He is "Garibaldi", one of the intelligence agents of "Pan Gu" in the original city.

This time, he didn't introduce himself or ask, but waited patiently for Jiang Baimian's new request.

As for the content he wanted to give feedback, it was all on those folded pieces of paper.

This includes the details of the assassination of the original city elder Sols by the real "priest", the test results of the cigarette butt, the current political situation in the original city, and the respective 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:

"Nothing else this time."

Her voice was deliberately suppressed, as if she didn't want to disturb other customers in the cafe.

Shang Jianyao then repeated it for her.

"Garibaldi" didn't leave immediately, just like ordinary customers, he waited for his coffee and drank it slowly.

Jiang Baimian was also not in a hurry, and it took a while before he unfolded the piece of paper that Shang Jianyao handed over, and quickly browsed through it.

On the first page is the test result of the cigarette butt:

"Human saliva has been extracted... the saliva has a mint ingredient, which belongs to 'Ralphie' sugar after comparison. It contains the rhizome component of the plant Ralphine, which can effectively refresh oneself and cause diarrhea to a certain extent. It is more popular in the initial city (note: the diet structure in the initial city is prone to constipation and indigestion)... 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 cafe slowly.

She lowered her head and continued to read the information.

Suddenly, there was a bang gunshot outside.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao suddenly looked up and looked out the window, only to see a person falling to the street ground.

He was wearing a thin black coat and a peaked cap on his head.

"Garibaldi"!

Chapter 60 老K

The intelligence agent "Garibaldi" of "Pan Gu" in the original city was actually shot in the street, and it was after meeting with the "Old Tune Group".

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao stood up abruptly.

At the same time, another bang sounded.

A few meters away from "Garibaldi", the right thigh of a man wearing a worn-out shirt and gray trousers suddenly exploded, turning into spattered flesh and blood.

A black pistol fell to the ground as he fell in agony.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Baimian instantly understood what happened.

No.2 The man who was shot was the murderer who assassinated "Garibaldi" in the street.

The one who attacked him was Bai Chen who had reacted from the monitoring position.

She broke the murderer's right leg with an "orange" rifle.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao ran out of the Silver Candle Cafe, came to the street, and rushed to the side of "Garibaldi" amidst a large number of pedestrians running and hiding in a hurry.

They crouched down and checked Garibaldi's injuries.

The chest of this "Pangaean creature" intelligence agent was blood red, and his injuries looked quite serious.

He didn't just pass out, looking at Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao's eyes full of pleading and longing.

Only then did Jiang Baimian see his appearance clearly:

He is not a gray-soiled man, at most he has partial blood. He has a thin face, dark eyes, handsome appearance, and messy black hair.

The intelligence officer looked to be in his early 20s, still very young.

While checking the wound on his chest to see where he was hit, Jiang Baimian took off his tactical backpack and took out a non-card biological agent from it.

Emergency treatment of injuries is an ability that every qualified relic hunter must master, and it is also a compulsory course in the training of the "Old Tune Group".

"Hold on." Jiang Baimian said simply, and started the initial rescue on the spot.

As soon as the words fell, she turned her head and glanced at Shang Jianyao:

"Look at the murderer's situation and try to find out who ordered it."

Shang Jianyao immediately stood up and walked towards the gunman whose blood had soaked in a lot.

Jiang Baimian hurriedly injected the non-card biological agent first, then covered it with a tactical backpack, and took out the walkie-talkie.

"Xiaobai, you and Gnava stay where you are and monitor the surrounding area to prevent accidents. Xiaohong, you drive to the intersection ahead, but don't rush over here, wait for my follow-up notification." Jiang Baimian made arrangements quickly The tasks of the other three members of the "Old Tune Group".

A few meters away, Shang Jianyao squatted on the edge of the blood, looked at the man in the worn-out shirt, and said in Honghe language:

"What are your last words?"

The man had an ordinary Honghe face, he had just woken up from the coma caused by the severe pain, and his whole body was already on the verge of death.

His gray trousers were so torn that they were completely stained with blood.

As a gunman, he had seen too many deaths of his companions, and although he was not reconciled to this ending, he was not surprised at all.

He wanted to keep his mouth shut and wait for the moment when his life would end, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that he should say something, he shouldn't just die like this.

"I, I just take money to do things." He said with difficulty.

"Who ordered you?" Shang Jianyao kept squatting.

He made no attempt to inject the gunman with a non-ca biological agent and treat the wound.

The gunman gradually entered a dying state, with a mentality of dragging a person to hell if he died, and replied in a weak voice:

"Yes, it's old K..."

He slowly closed his eyes, exhaling more air than inhaling.

Shang Jianyao stood up and walked back to Jiang Baimian.

Jiang Baimian had initially treated the wound of "Garibaldi", raised the back of his hand, wiped his forehead, and said in a gray language: