Chapter 1513 Tools, Farce and Chess Pieces (Part 2)
The heavy rain continued into the early morning and became slightly lighter. The raindrops still had good force, and the wind was still as strong as before at night. The nearby river was overflowing, and the river surface looked extremely wide. The dark clouds were slowly rising
At one's own height, facing the steady stream of traffic brought by the strong wind from afar, it will take some time for its color to fade.
A relatively common industrial area in a small country, in a state of neither plague nor fire. In the dusk-like morning, the underground drainage system built for an unknown period of time is backflowing, and the overflowing turbid river water has flooded many roads. Most of the factories have stopped working today.
, there was not a single worker, nor was there a truck carrying goods. The industrial area ushered in a quiet day without machine noise. The sound of the rain falling and banging on the iron hood became more and more unscrupulous and joyful.
There is a repair shop in a corner of the park. The rust stains on the factory sign have been washed away by a heavy rainstorm overnight, making it look like it has been renovated. There is ankle-deep rainwater on the open-air concrete floor, and fresh river water is still pouring out from several underground sewers.
.In the repair shop, in a small three-story building connected to the iron sheet factory building, the usually vacant room has now become a temporary resting place for the remaining organization members.
Fortunately, in addition to necessary repair spare parts, the repair shop's inventory also includes various types of work clothes and metal shoes with excellent oil resistance. They all put on clothes, which made this somewhat shabby repair shop look like...
It was quite lively, but due to the weather, there was no work to match the liveliness.
A small number of people are currently counting the needed equipment in the underground storage warehouse of the repair shop, and a small number have been moved to the maintenance workshop. The small country here is relatively close to the Far Sea Common Country, and most of the things in storage have the style of that country.
After last night, the entire team began to shift in weapon selection to equipment for base fortifications. Heavy machine gun-type weapons have retreated from the mainstream. Although they are still available, they are not the main choice.
Dozens of limousines are undergoing pre-start inspections and undergo regular maintenance every year, but heavy rains put far higher demands on them than usual. Isa is next to several limousines and is working with the warehouse here.
Make necessary negotiations with the management members of the organization.
The organization's network of influence spreads extremely wide. Among the small countries that are the starting point, almost every small country has a reserve warehouse with the same nature next to the big city. This is a preparation of strategic significance that requires time and energy, and
It also requires the support of huge amounts of money over a long period of time. In terms of regular maintenance and inspection of these reserve warehouses, storage and management of reserve goods, etc., the annual cost is huge.
As a large power, this kind of strategic preparation is a must. Each of the three giant countries has institutions with roughly the same functions.
It was only a few hours since last night, and the gloomy atmosphere still existed, but many people had adjusted. Under the rain clouds, Cassia stood in the aisle of the third floor, looking at the factory building aside that was undergoing maintenance and going according to the established requirements.
The group of people were loading up some extra things on the limo. A curtain of rain like roving curtains fell not far in front of them. The wind brought water vapor and soaked their clothes, and also wetted the thinking face.
Regarding the unfinished thinking last night, Cassia did not get the answer this morning. The lack of information has always existed, and it has improved over time, but it has never changed. Regarding the attitude of the organization, I cannot test it in my heart.
After making the judgment, Cassia determined to interrupt all speculations and associations in this regard.
It is to find a glimmer of opportunity from another direction. You still need to take risks, but the risk is several orders of magnitude lower, and the results obtained after success are also what Cassia hopes to see. In this team, you must rely on yourself to actively seek some
Change. Adolf and Trevikan followed orders, and the expressions and atmosphere they showed along the way were enough to explain to Cassia their current general thoughts and attitudes.
Cassia doesn’t know what the ecosystem of operators at the fourth stage and above is like, but the brief experience last night revealed some information. No matter which country or region, all high-stage operators have various restrictions, and they
I also don’t want to have conflicts between the same stages prematurely before the Red Star approaches.
So we can't count on the two of them. As a high-level strongman, Cassia prefers them to be a deterrent. As long as the enemy and the organization have reached a balance in quantity and strength, they want to really let them fight.
Up, the possibility is very low. After going to the empire, the situation will be better. But at that time, among high-stage surgeons, the probability of head-on conflict will also increase several times. And at a certain time, Cassia seems to have seen
A collision between senior surgeons will inevitably occur.
When faced with a large number of enemy normal teams at the same stage, most of the time you have to rely on Isa and the others and yourself to find a way to solve them.
The thunder has become much less frequent since the early morning. A flash of lightning in the distance gives the early morning its original light for a short time, and the world wrapped in rain becomes dim again.
She stood there for a while, and not far away, Nighthawk walked out after resting. She put down her bag, searched inside, and then took out a pack of cigarettes without any brand. The cigarette was very long and thin.
, the kind specially designed for women. Nighthawk lit it several times before lighting it, taking a slow breath, and exhaling a burst of mint-scented smoke, Cassia was already standing beside her.
"About last night's luggage?" The red light of the cigarette butt became brighter, and the nighthawk blew out smoke against the rain screen without looking over. She knew Cassia nodded.
"If I have time, I want to talk to you about something." His tone returned to normal, his voice was not magnetic, but there was a sense of seriousness that had to be taken seriously, "About the luggage."
"It's such an important thing, why don't you look at it now and always hold it in your hands to protect it?" Cassia was slightly surprised by the sudden question. After taking a look at Nighthawk, he smiled.
"I thought I guessed your idea correctly." Cassia said, feeling a lot more relaxed. Nighthawk's current attitude made him sure that he could continue talking.
"No matter how well you disguise yourself, if you want to avoid showing any flaws for a long time, you have to keep focusing on yourself so that you can eliminate the things that originally belong to you at all times and let that layer of disguise continue.
, but it is obvious that what you are pretending is quite different from who you really are. And your heart is full of doubts and irritability just like us. You, who have such strong control, cannot show off for such a long time.
It must be perfect." Nighthawk said to himself, his voice was very thin, and it was no more than one meter away from his body before it was drowned by the sound of rain.
"It was last night," Nighthawk emphasized, "I think my feeling about the weight was correct. Although I later thought that the luggage might be the centerpiece of this mission, I rejected it later because the weight does not represent its importance.
Sex. If you just stuff a few artillery pieces into your luggage, they will have the same weight."
"I hold your neck and pull you for that distance." Nighthawk looked over and smiled, while raising his hand and pinching it, "Some things can be touched just by touching them - this is very similar to what we women often do.
You can tell whether a cosmetic is good or bad by just applying it on your face. The texture of your skin is not the same as the appearance of your skin. I have extremely tough skin. I usually buy a lot of high-end handbags. The texture of your skin
Many times better than those bags.”
Seeing that Cassia didn't speak, Nighthawk continued to smoke. His movements could not be said to be skillful, but he looked unique and elegant: "I won't ask about your identity, and you definitely won't tell me. But you know that I want to know.
There is something wrong with this mission. This is an intuition, but based on the information I have now, I really can’t guess anything. Of course, there may be an inertia that I don’t want to guess, because many of the organization’s tasks are not
He will tell us the reasons, and there must be difficulties at the top."