Steel steam and flame

The meeting ended quickly. After Trono and others understood the entire plan, they discussed their cooperation issues in the conference room before leaving.

"Aren't Ill and Theodore going to participate in this operation?" Before leaving, Ressa asked Stian. Since the mission was assigned to them by the Knights, they have never seen these two people appear. Although they knew that unlike themselves, the two of them were elites among the Knights' contemporaries and would definitely not be lazy in performing their tasks, this attitude did not make Trono and the others like them.

"You only need to care that the operation can be completed smoothly. As for the rest, to be honest, I don't have much right to intervene. I don't know what Captain Il and Theodore think." Stian was not angry. , but he replied very kindly, but he couldn't extract any value from what he said.

The afternoon came quickly, and limousines of various shapes and colors left the Knights' garage one after another according to the scheduled time difference, heading towards their destinations. They were very careful, and it took more than an hour for them to arrange the encirclement according to plan.

In a corner location in Manoma, far from the center. Through the telescope, the target location is a three-story small building, which is relatively spacious and seems to be a private clothing store, because there is a sign in the middle and upper position of the small building, which says that it undertakes the production of dresses for various evening parties. .

Today is Tuesday, not rest time, but there is no one in the small building. Several windows are tightly closed, and thick curtains block Trono and the others' view of the interior. Si Tian on the side waved at this moment, and soon, several surgeons with temperature sensing ability disguised themselves as pedestrians and walked past the small building and explored the inside of the building.

They were all the same color. Several people who passed by squinted their eyes to make sure there was no one inside.

"It seems like he went out." Stian thought for a while, then looked behind him, "Be careful, don't leave any traces, and take as many photos as possible."

"Disconnect the power and steam input to that small building." After finishing speaking, Stian added to the communicator.

A few minutes later, several other people took over from the temperature-sensing members and arrived in front of the small building. After the only pedestrian walked away, they quickly opened the bag they were holding and took out a rectangular object about fifty centimeters long and as thick as two adult palms. Wrapped in a layer of gelatinous soft leather, a universal password card is fixed in front of this strange object.

Insert it into the slot of the door. The people next to you have already taken out several steam hoses from their bags and connected them to the rectangular object. This is a password card decryptor. Although it is only a tool used to deal with some simple door locks, it is not easy to buy on the market. The program inside is not a simple and easy task.

Half an hour later, the people who entered the small building finished dealing with their own traces and left the small building.

"Chief of Intelligence, we searched the inside carefully, but didn't find anything. That small building seems to be an ordinary private custom-made clothing store."

"Is it just a temporary residence for the prey?" Stian was a little unsure for a moment, "The observers of each team can just pay attention to their surroundings. Other members, remember to take care of their eyes and don't look around. All members, please be careful. As time goes by, we may be here for a long time."

The plan did not go as smoothly as Stian thought. Only in the evening of the next day, an ordinary limo parked leisurely in front of the small building. A young man came down, wearing a top hat and holding his head in his mouth. His face was completely hidden in the shadow of politeness. Even Stian could not see the man's face clearly in the limited time.

The body immediately began to move automatically in a small area, and Stian knew that even if this was not the prey, it was probably someone who had a close relationship with the prey. In the comms, she prepared all members of the team that perhaps they would seize the chance of a prey encounter with one of their men.

The man opened the door, picked up a small cardboard box in the trunk of the limo, and entered the small building. Lights came on inside, illuminating the street ahead.

A few hours later, this scene has not changed. Stian kept looking at the small building through the telescope, his eyes wandering to the limo from time to time. Then I looked at the time, and there was still half an hour left, which was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Maybe the prey won't come tonight, so should we catch this person, or let him go and follow him? Normally, Stian would choose the latter without hesitation. But a sudden intuition prevented her from making an immediate decision. Maybe it was the limo that she kept looking at that interfered with her decision, or maybe it was the slightly warm light of the small building that gave her some signal. But in the end I chose to wait.

This state lasted until late at night, and the lights went out at about two o'clock in the morning.

I originally thought I could take a short break and start making a plan for the following follow-up. Less than three hours later, around 5 a.m., it was Il who personally contacted Stian and Trono.

"Stian, do you really think there is still someone in that small building?" The voice said with a smile or anger, "You guys come back first."

As soon as the conversation here ended, another communication followed: "Intelligence Chief Sitian, the surveillance team near the Imperial History School lost contact. We rushed over immediately, but the woman named Shake had already Got picked up.”

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Looking at the woman sleeping in the back seat of the car, Lyle didn't know why he did this. Even though the status level has improved a lot, in Lyle's view, it is not irreplaceable.

"Perhaps it's because Master Hai is very concerned about the translation of those strange characters and symbols." Lyle said to himself, "But why are they being targeted by these people? Apart from those strange characters and symbols, Miss Shaco doesn't seem to have been monitored by others. Her reason. And she can investigate the communication records of the Imperial History School to find a place for me to rest. The strength of these people is not simple. At least that is not something ordinary people can accomplish. But it does not rule out that the enemy has superb programmers. possible."

When the sky turned slightly white, Lyle came to an ordinary residential house in another corner of Manoma. He put Shako in a bedroom, then went to the hall and drank half a glass of wine. When the time just passed six o'clock in the morning, he turned on the communicator.

"Master Hai, there are some things that I have to report to you so early." Lyle lowered his voice softly. It could be heard from the communicator that Hai had just woken up from a semi-sleep.