Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Eighteen: Producers Information Tracking (Part 2)
"Is there any information about its maker?"
In the old-school retro 'grocery store' full of weapons and equipment, the grey-haired old shopkeeper glanced at the things on the table and asked in a calm voice:
"What are you doing with that person?"
"I want to ask him something about who he sold this thing to."
Celica said directly without any mincing words.
"Another real-life commission?"
After hearing this straightforward answer with no intention of concealing it, the old shopkeeper raised his eyes as if he had guessed the reason.
Then after a second of silence, he suddenly mentioned something unrelated:
"I heard you just got into trouble on the coast in Los Angeles not long ago."
Even in the entire night battle world, B-level high-ranking people are considered powerful people with strong names. People like Celica, who are at the forefront among B-level high-ranking people, are almost the strongest group of people under A-level, excluding the adjutants.
Leaving aside the secret incidents like the Lakeshore Factory, it is reasonable for people to pay attention to his whereabouts.
"One code is one code, that has nothing to do with this incident,"
I don't know why he suddenly mentioned this. He was just wondering if what he asked about had something to do with the association.
Selika spoke casually, and the handsome figure in a black and white T-shirt crossed his long legs on a high stool.
"Let's not talk about the follow-up reaction of the coastal officials. I was only responsible for the feint attack in that incident. It was the dark one-winged monster that really took action. You should already know this."
The old shopkeeper was silent, obviously knowing the truth of what she said.
But at this very moment, the 'black one-winged monster' that the two of them call...
Behind his sunglasses, his eyes were shining brightly as he scanned the various weapons and equipment that looked cool in the store.
"So, what's the news about its creator?"
He didn't care whether this kind of rhetoric could dispel his vigilance. In fact, the person who got this equipment was most likely related to the association.
Celica finally confirmed the result and held up one cheek.
"You should know who it is."
The black market basically has a grasp of everything circulating on the black market, not only to buy some good things in advance, but also for necessary information management.
And this old shopkeeper who opened a shop in a remote corner with a bunch of high-priced products,
This is the guy in charge of this thing in the black market in Houston.
The old shopkeeper was silent on this issue, leaving him no time to think about it. Celica was silent, and Fang Ran, who was busy carrying his name, was also silent.
Then about half a minute passed silently.
Behind the counter, an elderly participant put down his newspaper and said a name.
"Michael."
The moment she heard him speak, Celica raised her eyebrows slightly.
"On the trading day about a week ago, he came here to sell this thing, but he didn't sell it,"
After telling the information about the manufacturer of the micro device, the old shop owner took out a photo out of thin air, put it on the counter and slowly pushed it in front of Celica.
It's also very old-school in that it doesn't use projection.
"If you didn't buy this from him, then he probably made a deal with someone outside the black market."
Considering that the 'thief' may have brought equipment from elsewhere, considering that the manufacturer of this thing may not be in Texas, considering that the person may not have been to the black market and other high probability uncertainties,
Celica was prepared to get nothing, so her expression changed slightly when she heard the name.
Contrary to expectations, she seemed to be lucky.
With the information in hand, Celica picked up the photo in front of her, and while she was having sex for free, she kept listening to the two of them having a movie-like conversation, feeling the real feedback from [Weighing Card],
Fangran also turned his gaze at this time, and what appeared in the photo was,
A man with brown hair, wearing decorative glasses, who looks like an elite white-collar man.
Is he the maker of that micro-jamming device...
"Well, it looks like you're lucky,"
After confirming the information, Celica nodded and put away the photo. She put down her crossed legs and looked at the other person and asked:
"How many?"
How many?
Not understanding what she was saying in the translation, Fang Ran was slightly stunned when the old figure spread out the newspaper again and said as usual:
"Not much, I just sold an ordinary C-level information for the purpose of befriending a powerful B-level leader."
Decades of night fighting experience obviously made the old shop owner guess that things were not that simple, but just as Celica believed that his intelligence was true,
He had known the other person since he was a newly minted C-level, and he also believed that Celica was just asking that person something.
Then the rest is just like he said, there is no problem.
"All right,"
After understanding the meaning of his words, Celica raised her eyebrows and no longer looked indifferent, and then looked at Fangran:
"Give me the stuff."
After being stunned for a moment, she realized that she was talking about a bag, and Fangran hurriedly handed it to her.
At this time, he finally noticed the woman behind him whose figure was full of wild, handsome, and powerful elements.
Wearing a mask and sunglasses to cover his face, this young man who looks like a fledgling young man,
The old shopkeeper raised his eyes from behind the newspaper and stared at Fangran.
"Speaking of which, this is the first time I see a man around you. What's wrong? Have you finally changed your gender?"
"Information dealers just take money honestly and don't talk too much."
Taking out ten wads of cash and banknotes and throwing them directly in front of him, Selika replied lightly, then threw the rest and the bag towards Fangran and walked out.
Fangran quickly caught it and followed her outside.
And then until after walking out,
Only then did he react, and he asked slightly in disbelief:
"Does it cost 100,000 US dollars for just those two sentences and a photo?"
Celica turned her head and asked with a look on her face: "What's so weird about this?"
"is there a problem?"
"Ah...no..."
It was the first time he came into contact with intelligence trading, and he was a little surprised by the 'price of words'. Fangran looked at Selika's figure and asked about the next action:
"The identity of the manufacturer of that piece of equipment is now clear. What should we do now?"
"Contact them first, and then gather together to investigate this guy's whereabouts."
Listening to Fangran's inquiry, Selika stepped forward and gave a general explanation, while taking out the communication device to contact the other two people.
The contact was quickly connected, and in the video screen composed of virtual projections, Annabelle's cold face wearing a pair of luxury sunglasses appeared.
"What's up?"
"The manufacturer of that thing has been found. How is the situation over there?"
It was also because she was too lazy to say more. Celica simply explained the situation in the shortest possible way, and seemed to be unhappy that she found the clues so quickly.
Annabelle replied coldly with a 'cut' sound:
"We asked some people, but no one knew anything about static transparent camouflage."
As expected, Celica spoke carelessly without any unnecessary emotions:
"Really? Then let's go over there and meet you now."
Without saying anything, Annabelle snorted and was about to hang up.
Then at the moment when her projection screen was shaking,
Fangran and Selika both saw a male figure who looked like an elite white-collar worker in the crowd behind her.