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Antana Street is in the northwest direction, close to the factory area, and the Jeep is now driving northeast.While this will still reach the Green Olive area, it's a bit of a different story.

"Go to other places to do something first." Jiang Baimian replied with a smile.

After a long time, the jeep stopped outside the Ugo Hotel.

"Let's go in together, Lao Ge sits in the car." Jiang Baimian nodded to Han Wanghuo.

Seeing them coming in, Ugo took out an old blue packet without saying anything.

"You want it." He pushed the slightly bulging packet to Jiang Baimian.

It contains the six thousand ores promised by General Phocas.

Shang Jianyao took the small bag, unzipped it, glanced at it casually, and threw it into the tactical backpack without counting points.

The amount was not small...Han Wanghuo came to such a judgment just by looking at the banknotes on the zipper out of the corner of his eye.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Ugo seemed to be asking General Phocas, "I see that you have been in trouble recently."

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"Not yet, but we may have to ask for your help in the future to get us out of the city safely."

She ordered this sentence first, so that General Phocas could make some preparations.

"Okay." Ugo replied calmly.

Jiang Baimian didn't say any more, turned around and walked outside.

Although she, Shang Jianyao, and Han Wanghuo had all disguised themselves, it was not convenient for them to stay in the hotel lobby where people might come and go at any time.

After completing this matter, they still did not go to Antana Street, but came to Stern Street in the Red Giant Wolf District to visit Terence, the second boss of the "Black Shirt Party".

This time, Han Wanghuo stayed in the car with Gnawa.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao entered through the back door, only a brother from the "Shang Jianyao Brotherhood" saw them and helped them open the door and lead the way.

"This is the last six thousand Ore." Jiang Baimian took out the cash he had just received and pushed it to Terence.

She didn't use the blue packet.

Terence didn't take the money immediately, and looked back and forth between Xue Shiyue and Zhang Qubing with a dazed and surprised look.

He already knew that his good friend was being hunted by the "Hand of Order" with all his strength, and he thought that they would never dare to show up again, and the money owed would be nothing.

Who knew that they didn't forget to pay back the money when they were in a dangerous situation, and took the risk to pay back the money!

What spirit is this!

Jiang Baimian reminded with a smile:

"Our mechanical arm."

Terrence came back to his senses, and said regretfully:

"You can wait until the situation stabilizes before paying back..."

It's better never to return it. In that case, it would be equivalent to buying a T1 multifunctional mechanical arm with six thousand Ore.

It's a steal!

"No, one must keep one's word." Shang Jianyao responded sternly.

"Okay." Terence counted the banknotes again, reluctantly went upstairs to the safe and took out the mechanical arm of the "Old Tune Group".

After this item was brought back to the car, Han Wanghuo's eyes were a little straightened.

"If we can get a new type of mechanical arm, we will be able to get a mechanical heart." Jiang Baimian said with a smile, "Hey, I'm just afraid that there will be too little time."

Before Han Wang could get a response, she said to Shang Jianyao, who was driving in rotation:

"Now you can go to Antana Street."

1 Chapter Fifty

On the way to Antana Street, Jiang Baimian and others saw several temporary checkpoints.

Fortunately, they have the intelligent personality Gnava, who discovered the checkpoint a long distance in advance, allowing Jeep to detour at a farther place without being suspected.

On the other hand, the targets of these checkpoints are mainly vehicles and pedestrians coming from the direction of Antana Street, and they are not so strict on those going to the direction of Antana Street.

Therefore, the jeep of the "Old Tuning Team" arrived at the area around Antana Street quite smoothly, and planned a safe return route.

"Stop on the side of the road." Jiang Baimian glanced at the scene outside the car window, and ordered Shang Jianyao, who was driving.

Shang Jianyao didn't question it, parked the Jeep on the side of the street, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want to 'make' a friend?"

"Yes." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly, and asked habitually, "Do you know what 'friend' will do later?"

Shang Jianyao replied confidently:

"Be a shield."

"..." Han Wanghuo in the back seat was confused and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

It turns out that in your minds, friends are equal to shields?

After Shang Jian Yao parked the car, he turned his body sideways and said with a smile to Han Wanghuo:

"To venture on dust, there are three necessities:

"Guns, knives and friends."

Han Wanghuo could probably hear that this was a joke, so he didn't respond, and asked instead:

"Don't you just go to the parking lot?"

In his opinion, the thing to do is actually very simple - pretend to enter the parking lot that is no longer the focus, and take away the vehicle that no one knows belongs to him.

Jiang Baimian did not answer immediately, but said to Shang Jianyao:

"Choose the right one, try to choose the desperadoes who wandered around Antana Street."

Of course, the desperadoes who wandered around Antana Street would not have the corresponding descriptive words tattooed on their faces or placed on top of their heads, so that people can see their identities at a glance, but it is not so difficult to identify them .

Their clothes are relatively not so shabby, and they often have pistols hidden in their waists, and they often have a vicious look in their eyes.

It only took a few seconds for Shang Jianyao to find a candidate for his friend.

He changed his baseball cap into a peaked cap, put on sunglasses, pushed the door to get out of the car, and walked towards the young man with the blue and black tattoo on his arm.

Out of the corner of his eye, the young man saw such a guy approaching, he immediately became vigilant, and touched his waist.

"Hello, I want to ask for directions." Shang Jianyao showed a kind smile.

The young man said with a cold face:

"In this area, everything is charged."

"I understand, I understand." Shang Jianyao put his hands into his pockets, making a gesture of pulling out money, "Look: everyone is an adult man; you make money from guns and skills, and I also make money from guns and skills; so ..."

The expression on the young man's face fluctuated, and he gradually revealed a smile:

"Even if you are a real brother, you have to have boundaries when it comes to money. Yes, boundary is a very good word. Our boss often says it."

Shang Jian Yao handed him an Ore note:

"I need your help with something."

"Pay it to me!" The young man took the banknote with one hand and patted his chest with the other, vowing.

Shang Jian Yao quickly turned around and shouted to Jeep:

"Old Tan, come here."

Han Wanghuo was stunned in his seat, not knowing who Shang Jianyao was calling for.

He intuitively thought that the other party was calling him, and turned his eyes to Jiang Baimian for confirmation.

Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.

Han Wanghuo pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked to Shang Jianyao's side.

"Tell him where you parked and what the car looks like." Shang Jianyao pointed to the young man with tattoos in front of him, and said to Han Wanghuo, "Also, give him the car keys too."

Han Wanghuo was suspicious, but he still did as Shang Jianyao said.

After watching the tattooed young man leave with the car keys, he walked towards the jeep and asked:

"Why do you call me Old Tan?"

What's the connection?

Shang Jian Yaoyu said earnestly:

"Your real name has been exposed. Calling you Old Han is risky, and you used to be a security officer in Hongshiji, where a large number of Huitu people have the surname Tan."

That's the truth, but you're going too far... Han Wanghuo didn't say much, opened the car door, and returned to the jeep.

When Shang Jianyao returned to the driver's seat, Han Wanghuo looked at Jiang Baimian and said:

"You don't need to be so cautious, do you?"

To pick up a car, you have to find a stranger you don't know.

Jiang Baimian laughed at himself and said:

"There are so many strange abilities in this world, you never know which one you will meet, and the power of 'Original City' certainly does not lack strong ones, so you must be cautious where you can be cautious, otherwise it will be easy Suffer."

The "Old Tune Group" has learned a lesson in this regard, and if General Phokas had no other schemes, they would have overturned.

Han Wanghuo, who had worked as a security officer in Hongshiji for several years and had dealt with the vigilant sect for a long time, easily accepted Jiang Baimian's rhetoric.

No matter how cautious they are, can they exaggerate like those from the Vigilance Sect?

"Is that person trustworthy just now?" Han Wanghuo worried that the other party ran away in a car.

As for the betrayal, he didn't think it was possible, because Shang Jianyao and he had put on a disguise, and the other party obviously didn't recognize them as one of the few people wanted by the "Hand of Order".

"Don't worry, we are friends!" Shang Jianyao was full of confidence.

Han Wanghuo moved his eyes slightly and closed his mouth.

……

To the northwest of Antana Street, there is a six-story building.

A figure stood in a room on the sixth floor, looking down at the parking lot not far away through the glass window.

He was wearing a black robe that was retro even in the old world, and his hair was messy and fluffy, as if he had been bombed.

He has a slender face, prominent cheekbones, a lot of white hair on his head, and the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth also indicate that he is no longer young.

The old man kept the same posture and looked out the window. If it weren't for the light blue eyes turning from time to time, he would look more like a wax figure.

He is the protector of Marcus, the master of the "virtual world", Narcissus.

He learned from a "full enlightened person" who is good at prophecy in the "Crystal Consciousness Cult" that the target will return to this parking lot sometime today, so he made a special trip to monitor it himself.

At this moment, this parking lot has been covered by the "virtual world", and people who come and go must be filtered.

As time went on, people kept entering this parking lot and taking their own or broken or old vehicles.

They are completely unaware that their every move has been screened by the "virtual world", and they have no feeling that they need the support of multiple "programs" to do one thing.

A young man in a short-sleeved T-shirt with a blue-and-black tattoo on his arm entered the parking lot, flicked his car keys, and searched for the car according to his memory.

His relevant information was immediately copied by the "virtual world", and a series of comparisons were made with several targets.

The final conclusion is:

no problem.

After spending a certain amount of time, the young man finally found the black off-road that "he" had parked here for several days, and drove it out.

……

A gray-green jeep and a dark black off-road drove out of the area around Antana Street in tandem.

Although Han Wanghuo didn't know whether Jiang Baimian's prudence had played a role, but seeing that the matter had been successfully handled, he stopped communicating about this issue.

Following a tortuous route with no temporary checkpoints, they returned to the safe house in the Golden Ear District.

"Why so long?" It was Bai Chen who asked.