Chapter 1542 The dream breaks in Qiming twenty-one
Chapter 1542: Dream Interruption to Qiming (21)
"Bar?" Bediwell tilted his head and looked at the store. This bar is a historical relic in this big city. Compared with those dazzling high-rise buildings, the ancient stone building of this small bar is full of a kind of atmosphere.
Unique historical charm.
"What? Since ancient times, haven't you always gone to the bar to get information?" King Arthur said jokingly, and opened the door of the bar.
Bedivere rolled her eyes at King Arthur, was too lazy to complain, and walked into the bar.
However, when he walked into the bar, thinking that he could have a few sips of wine, he was really blinded. This was not a bar, this was an Internet cafe. There were many people sitting on various seats in the whole place, and they were very big.
Some of them are not here to drink. Instead, they each take out their laptops and surf the Internet, typing away on the keyboard. Occasionally, a few people surfing the Internet have some alcoholic drinks, and they are all of a certain degree.
Just a modest beer.
"What the hell." Bediwell couldn't help complaining. What's going on with a bunch of young people gathering around a ghost place like this in broad daylight to surf the Internet? Don't these people have jobs? Are they all very idle?
"That's not the point." Arthur said while suppressing a smile. He seemed to know what Bedivere was wondering about, "This is an intelligence distribution center, and you can get a lot of useful things from the intelligence providers here. Don't tell me.
Come on, come with me."
After the King of Knights finished speaking, he continued to walk towards the stairs of the bar, seemingly intending to enter the basement of the building. That's right, of course, important intelligence transactions cannot be carried out blatantly in a place like this. This bar -----
-Or rather, the underground floor of the Internet cafe--seems to have an atmosphere of dirty business.
Bedivere then followed suit. Along the way, he seemed to be able to hear the whispers of the young people who were busy surfing the Internet. He ignored those slightly mocking voices and stepped step by step on the slightly dirty and sticky stairs.
, heading towards the basement of the bar. The further he went down, the more his puppy nose could smell the smell of wooden barrels, mixed with the faint aroma of grapes. Yes, as a bar, this place was originally
The function is functioning normally - the cellar of the bar is used to store various precious liquors.
Then Bedivere saw King Arthur who was walking in front turning into a certain room at the corner of the corridor, probably arriving at his destination. The werewolf young man followed in a hurry, only to find that he had plunged into a certain room.
A place like another dimension.
The surrounding walls are pitch black, but there are many bright devices operating in the center of the room, illuminating all objects in the room except the walls, so that people will not walk in the dark in this room. In short, here
The atmosphere here is very strange, with an indescribable sense of strangeness. It took Bediwell about two seconds to figure out that there is a "membrane" on the walls here, a layer that the outside world cannot interfere with at all. [Shady End
The shielding film formed by the boundary].
Wait. Bediwell has only seen Merlin, a high mage, use this high-end shady barrier before. People who can use this kind of barrier must have high level of spell cultivation. What's more,
The shady barrier is applied in such a large room, and it seems that the shady barrier placed by the caster is not a matter of time. It has been open before Arthur and others came in, which is estimated to be more than several hours.
Is there really no problem with this kind of high-level magic being used all the time? The time it has been used has long exceeded the range that normal people can bear. Normal people would have been petrified long ago, right?
"Ah, you are here." Surrounded by the pile of glowing equipment in the center of the room, someone's voice rang out: "Staying in this hellish place all the time, my hearing and vision are starting to become dull. If I had known better.
His Majesty King Arthur, the mighty King of Great Britain, is here in person. I should personally greet you at the door!"
"Hmph, stop flattering me, old fox." The King of Knights looked disgusted: "Shadow Agent (Shadow Brocker), I heard that you have the information I want? Since you said you will never tell anyone else the information except me.
"Human, then I will come in person. You can speak now."
"Now?" However, the incomprehensible pile of equipment began to move. Behind the moving machine, a weirdo sitting on a comfortable leather sofa finally revealed his true identity in front of King Arthur and Bedivere. He looked at it
Bediwell: "However, there are still outsiders."
"This is Bedivere, my best friend." King Arthur said: "He will keep tight-lipped about everything he hears, and he has nothing to do with Great Britain, so it will not affect your position."
"Huh, interesting. Orcs?" The shadow agent looked at the werewolf youth, and Bedivere also stared at this mysterious shadow agent. The clothing of this intelligence businessman was also weird to the extreme. He was almost wearing a
The dull leather jacket has even been specially treated and has excellent light absorption properties. When this weirdo sits there motionless, almost his whole body can blend into the darkness. And this weirdo even uses real leather for his face.
The hood covered his mouth, leaving only a respirator that looked like a gas mask. That thing made his pronunciation quite vague when he spoke, and his voice sounded like he was speaking from afar to the people here.
The wonderful feeling of speaking.
"What's even more interesting is that this person does not exist in this world? ------No country in the world has this person's nationality information, and his entry and exit records cannot be found?" The shadow agent just looked at it
De seemed to be able to analyze Bedivere's past and current situation, and he started talking: "The orcs all come from the wilderness, and it is indeed difficult to check the trump card. But no matter how difficult it is to find the identity of an orc, it should at least be in each clan.
It’s only right that there are records in it. This person is so innocent that he doesn’t leave any records at all. What’s going on?”
Bedivere began to panic. The more this shadow agent spoke, the more frightened the werewolf youth became, as if everything about him could be analyzed directly and thoroughly by the other party. Fortunately, he was exactly [shouldn't exist here]
people in the world], so his trump card cannot be seen through by the other party--at least temporarily.
"That's not the point." The King of Knights felt that the shadow agent's words were a bit rude to Bedivere, so he hurriedly interrupted: "In short, Bedivere's identity is innocent, and he is my best friend. You can tell me these two points
There is no need to doubt. Next, you just need to say what you need to say clearly - where is the Sword Saint Arc?"
"Hidden in a corner of this big city, of course." The shadow agent said bluntly, "Three days ago, the surveillance cameras we arranged in the city captured the sight of Sword Saint Yak, although his figure only appeared on the street corner.
After a second, he disappeared immediately, but there is no doubt that Sword Saint Yak is hiding in this big city. However------"
"However?"
"However, even if you do not include the floating population, the permanent population of Pretoria is at least 70 million. To find a fugitive among tens of millions of people is probably like looking for a needle in a haystack.
."
"That's why I came to you for help." The King of Knights urged: "You must have a way to narrow the search scope, shadow agent?"
"This is indeed true." The mysterious shadow agent turned around and began to stare at his computer screen, typing on the keyboard: "The entry and exit management of African countries is very chaotic. Everyone thinks that there are
The Sahara Desert blocks entry and exit, and entry and exit can basically only be done by sand boats. Therefore, their mechanism for searching entry and exit personnel is concentrated at the port, but they forget the possibility of crossing the desert on foot."
"Let's get to the point." The King of Knights looked a little impatient.
"The key point is that Sword Saint Yake directly crossed the sand sea on foot and slipped into the city at night." The shadow agent analyzed: "If he did this, he could simply bypass the immigration inspection. However, by doing this
There is a question, do you know, Your Majesty?"
"So, let's get to the point." The King of Knights felt extremely annoyed by the riddle given by the shadow agent.
"Huhuhu, okay, let's not go around in circles." The shadow agent then said: "To put it simply, in order to avoid being tracked by you Britons, Sword Saint Jacques tried his best this time and relied on illegal entry to enter this place.
In a big city with a population of over 10 million. As long as he continues to hide here, it will be almost impossible to find him in the vast sea of people.
But there was one thing he miscalculated: Pretoria is currently in the trial operation period of an electronic national currency. All commercial activities here no longer accept cash transactions, but use Bitcoin------
An electronic currency for transactions. All South African citizens carry an electronic charge card with them. They only need to swipe the card to pay, and immigrants and immigrants are also temporarily given a similar charge card by the customs for payment.
use."
Hearing this, King Arthur couldn't help but smile: "Oh, that little card they gave me before turned out to be for this purpose. However, Uncle Yak entered the country illegally and did not get that kind of charge card. It's really hard for him."
"That's right." The shadow agent sneered vaguely from the depths of his gas mask: "The Sword Saint Yake will probably be very depressed now. He can't do any consumption in this city. As long as he starts consuming
He will get into trouble. No matter how much gold, silver and jewelry he carries with him that can be redeemed, he can't use any of them in this electronic city."
"He can use the excuse of losing his certificate and apply for a new charge card, right?" Bedivere couldn't help but interjected.
"That's exactly the point------he can't do it." The shadow agent instantly refuted the werewolf youth's words: "South African citizens are another matter, but foreigners who want to renew their documents must show a valid
Entry and exit certificate, leave fingerprints, take a clear headshot photo, and submit a valid temporary accommodation address. No matter which one of these procedures will be a Achilles heel. If he wants to get a new charge card
, he must reveal his identity and hiding place. He can't do it."
"So, if Uncle Yak wants to survive in this city, the only remaining method is------"
"Find a collaborator who can use a debit card to help him spend money. That's right." The shadow agent continued his analysis.