Arknights Welcome to Terra Continent

"What about you? You know a lot about Tara, so you should be able to speak a few words."

Outcast looked at the shredder and asked.

"How did you ......?"

Shredder froze.

"A little observation will lead us to the conclusion that your wife must be from Tara, otherwise you wouldn't be so sensitive to the Tara language."

".............Indeed, my wife is from Tara and she taught me a thing or two when she was alive."

Shredder opened his pocket watch, which contained a picture of his deceased wife.

"I'm sorry, but this dying language is all over the newspapers these days, and I just heard someone outside my window teaching the kids to address each other in Tara."

Outcast looked out the window and saw a few more children playing outside.

The shredder pricked up his ears and listened for a while, then said in surprise, "I didn't notice it until you mentioned it."

"The bond of language is stronger than many other things. It is not like blood ties which can be diluted by the passage of time, nor is it like interests which need to be weighed on the scale at all times."

After listening to Outcast's words, Beichen nodded in agreement and spoke.

"The power of language is indeed much greater than most people imagine. After all, the final step of cultural invasion is to completely change the language. If you can hear familiar words in a foreign country, anyone would feel excited and moved."

"It seems that someone wants to use this bond to reunite a group that has become increasingly loose. However, if this happens, the old group will no longer be stable. Victoria will certainly not let this happen under her nose."

"But they clearly underestimated the seriousness of this matter at the beginning, right?"

Beichen asked.

Outcast nodded and continued, "Yes, it turns out that the bond is now strong enough. The greater the pulling force, the greater the rebound force will be than expected."

"You actually know why I'm here, right?"

Outcast asked, looking towards Shredder.

"Actually, it's not that clear. I just think that there's no need to trouble an elite operator to go there in person to get the information."

They actually had a heated discussion when they received the notice, but none of them could guess the purpose of Outcast's visit.

"Paper data is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes. In this case, taking the information is not a cover-up. Please tell me how many local companies have terminated cooperation with us in the past six months."

"Seven, and just now, there was one more."

Shredder quickly replied that this was the reason why the other people were not in the office. Another local company had temporarily terminated its cooperation with Rhodes Island.

"That's four more than reported last month. In Victoria today, big businessmen's pockets are the first to feel any disturbance."

Outcast pulled out the stack of financial reports she had just finished reading.

The data anomalies are a bit too obvious.

"Beichen, are you interested in going out with me to see more of this city before the mud and rain submerge it?"

"Of course, Outcast."

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"Captain, what's the matter that has you called me here so early?"

Bagpipe barged into the room, only to be glared at by Horn, who motioned her to lower her voice.

"Sir, it's okay. I've made soundproofing in this place. I guarantee no one outside can hear it."

Beichen:?

"So there's still no reply?"

Horn asked. The owner of this French fry shop was a member of the contact station, the only member.

The code name, Chef, is quite suitable for his current identity. Even if he calls out this code name casually on the street, no one will doubt it.

"No, from yesterday till today, I have not received any news from Londinium."

The cook answered.

"More than 20 hours have passed. They must have received my last message. Is it possible that there is a problem with the encrypted line?"

When the horn asked this, the cook was visibly stunned for a moment, and then he said, "It's hard for me to say, sir."

"To be honest, I have been transferred to Xiaoqiu County for almost ten years since graduation, and there are not many pieces of intelligence that need to activate this secret communication line."

Oh my god, isn't this good? If Beichen had been asked to do this job, he would have been overjoyed. He would be paid by the government, and it was a sinecure that required him to do nothing.

They were so bored that they changed their careers and started selling French fries.

"When I reported to my team leader at the end of the year two years ago, he asked me if I had anything else to say besides the number of children born. If not, he could skip the regular report."

"Oh? No wonder you opened this French fry shop."

Bagpipe had already grabbed a handful of chips and started stuffing them into his mouth.

"Isn't this a good idea? My code name has always been Cook. At that time, I thought that even if outsiders wanted to find our contact station, they would only suspect the bookstore next door."

The cook brought two large plates of French fries and handed them to Bagpipe.

"Mmmmm! And the fries taste delicious!"

Bagpipe's mouth was so full that he could hardly speak.

"Really? Haha, eat whatever you want."

The cook said proudly, "The quality of potatoes in Xiaoqiu County is just great, and the locals also like my French fries. If I hadn't remembered my original profession as an electrician, I would have opened five or six branches long ago."

It feels a bit like a plainclothes policeman setting up a stall to sell pancakes.

"Well, anyway, when you guys came to my house yesterday with the code, I thought I was dreaming about the training again."

Bagpipe and the cook were chatting happily, but Horn's frown never relaxed.

"It seems that this line is likely to be abandoned, or someone received the message but does not want to reply."

"Captain, do you mean that someone is intentionally intercepting our intelligence?"

Bagpipe swallowed the fries and asked.

“It cannot be ruled out.”

At this moment, just as at that moment, Hill County may also become the abandoned Chernobyl.

"Liaison?"

"Roger that!"

"The following message will be sent out as is. In addition to the discovery of the triangle, I will also include my conversation with Colonel Hamilton and a postscript."

"The colonel's measures against some residents are suspected to be excessive. As a last resort, I hope our team can be given more mobility."

No one else is trustworthy, and they can only rely on themselves at this time.