Long Yuehong and Bai Chen focused on observing the back door of Old K's house through binoculars, trying to figure out what the visitor looked like. Unfortunately, the nearby streetlights had all gone out simultaneously for some reason, preventing them from achieving their goal.
"If Lao Ge were here, it would be great," Long Yuehong couldn't help but sigh.
Compared to fully functional smart-bots, carbon-based humans needed too much extra equipment to enhance themselves.
Of course, Long Yuehong always remembered a saying his team leader often said, and he used it to motivate himself:
"A gentleman is not born different, but he is good at using tools."
Bai Chen deeply agreed with Long Yuehong's sentiment:
"Unless it's completely dark, without any light, Lao Ge would have a way..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Chen's attention returned to the back door of Old K's house.
Another car drove over and stopped outside the door.
The previous scene repeated itself, with a servant from Old K's house holding a large umbrella to greet a guest.
In just half an hour, nearly twenty visitors arrived at the back door area where the streetlights were out. Judging from their clothing, there were both men and women.
This left Long Yuehong and Bai Chen a little stunned, unsure of what was going on.
At the same time, Jiang Baimian, who received Long Yuehong's report, also noticed a large number of cars driving into Maskagal Street, where Old K's house was located, and parking on both sides of the road.
Under the illumination of numerous streetlights, the car doors opened one after another, and well-dressed men and women stepped out.
Surrounded by bodyguards, they openly approached the front door of Old K's house and walked inside.
However, their bodyguards and followers remained outside the door, returning to their cars.
"They're all nobles..." Jiang Baimian observed carefully for a while and came to a conclusion.
When she and Shang Jianyao impersonated nobles to watch the gladiatorial match, they had gained some understanding of this class of people to avoid not knowing how to greet them if they encountered them later.
They could afford not to recognize them, but they had to recognize them. Only in this way could they minimize the risk of exposure.
"Yes," Shang Jianyao said, pointing to a male noble with a smile, "I remember him. He laughed at Dino at the time for almost being the first person in high society to choke to death on water."
Dino was one of the main characters in the arena assassination case.
The one who was assassinated.
"Called Phelps, I think..." Jiang Baimian said, not entirely sure.
Phelps was also an Aksai, with black hair and blue eyes.
He seemed to have undergone genetic optimization. Whether it was his height or appearance, he was considered good-looking, but the muscles in his cheeks were slightly sagging.
After watching these people enter Old K's house, Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"Is this a banquet?"
She didn't make a definite judgment because the timing was very awkward.
From what she knew, gatherings of the nobility usually started around dinner time and lasted until the early hours of the morning, with people able to leave at any time. How could a gathering be called at almost 11 pm?
"Maybe the theme of this gathering is ghosts and monsters," Shang Jianyao guessed with great interest.
He seemed eager to pull out the monkey mask with a hairy face and pointed mouth, put it on, and participate.
Jiang Baimian ignored him and said to herself:
"Pulling down all the curtains, is it for this gathering?
"What's the deal with the people in the back? Special guests?
"How can a normal gathering not let bodyguards in? Are those nobles that confident?"
She couldn't think of an answer to these questions for a while. Shang Jianyao did provide various possibilities, but they were all clearly absurd.
Jiang Baimian had no choice but to take out the walkie-talkie and instructed Long Yuehong and Bai Chen:
"Continue monitoring and wait for it to end."
This wait lasted for several hours. It wasn't until after 3 am that the front door of Old K's house reopened, and the well-dressed men and women walked out one after another with tired but relaxed expressions, getting into their cars and leaving.
At the same time, in the back door area, cars arrived one after another, quietly picking up those secret visitors.
Due to environmental factors, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong still couldn't see their faces clearly.
"Team Leader, should we choose a target to track?" Long Yuehong asked Jiang Baimian for her opinion.
If he and Bai Chen went downstairs now and got into the jeep, they still had a chance to lock onto a car.
Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:
"There are too many unknowns in this matter. To be conservative, let's not do it for now.
"Um, our next step is to track a noble and find out from him what kind of gathering Old K is holding at home and what roles those who came in through the back door are playing."
Compared to those secretive visitors, compared to the somewhat mysterious Old K, nobles with families and on the periphery of power were more suitable and safer targets.
Without needing to do too much elimination, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao unanimously chose Phelps as the person to target.
They had some understanding of him, knowing that his grandfather was once an elder, but he died relatively early and failed to pave the way for his descendants. This led to Phelps's fathers being gradually squeezed out of the core of power. By the time of his generation, they had declined even further.
And based on his performance in the arena assassination case, Jiang Baimian believed that there were no Awakened among Phelps's bodyguards and followers.
Considering all the factors, this was a rare opportunity.
Jiang Baimian wasn't in a hurry to go downstairs to track him because it was late at night, quiet and with few people around, making it easy to be discovered. Anyway, you can run away from the temple but not the monk, and there was no fear of not being able to find him when going to "visit" Phelps during the day.
"After we investigate these things, the plan to接应 ‘Garibaldi’ should be formed," Jiang Baimian said casually while watching the nobles' cars drive away.
In fact, if it weren't for too many concerns, she could give a feasible plan now:
Wait for Old K to go out to deal with business matters, taking away most of the "accidents," and then quietly sneak in or with the help of "friends" to接走 "Garibaldi".
Judging from the fact that "Garibaldi" was able to successfully hide in Old K's house and hide for many days without being discovered, this plan had a high success rate.
Of course, after "Garibaldi" arrived inside and hid well, he didn't dare to move much because he lacked an understanding of the surrounding environment.
…………
The next afternoon, the rested "Old Task Force" used the "making friends" method to temporarily borrow a car and drove to the Golden Apple District, preparing to find an opportunity to communicate with the noble son, Phelps.
"Sigh..." In the car, Shang Jianyao sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?" Long Yuehong asked with vigilance and worry.
Shang Jianyao replied with a look of grief:
"I'm missing Mr. DiMarco."
"Why?" Long Yuehong was a little puzzled for a moment.
Jiang Baimian scoffed:
"Hah, you miss him? You miss his 'Destiny Vision'!"
"'Destiny Vision' is really useful," Shang Jianyao admitted frankly. "I even think Mr. DiMarco is very cute."
What kind of adjective is that? Long Yuehong almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.
Jiang Baimian agreed with the first half of Shang Jianyao's sentence:
"Indeed, if the 'Destiny Bead' was still there, we wouldn't need to look for an opportunity to deal with a relatively marginal noble son like Phelps. When he goes out and gets into the car, we could attach to him from twenty meters away and directly awaken his relevant memories."
And the whole process would be silent, and ordinary people wouldn't notice it at all.
If Shang Jianyao was a little cleaner and the environment was created a little better, Phelps might not even realize who had possessed him afterward, and he might think that he had been indulging too much recently, his body was weak, and he suddenly felt dizzy.
While the members of the "Old Task Force" were communicating, the car turned into a relatively quiet street.
At this moment, a figure crossed the road and then stopped in the middle, not moving.
He was a Red River person, wearing a gray robe, with a bald head that reflected light. He was so thin that he was a little out of shape, and it was impossible to tell his exact age, but his face was not pale, and his mental state was still good.
The man half-closed his emerald green eyes, held a rosary in one hand, and raised the other hand in front of his chest, facing the "Old Task Force" and bowed:
"Namo Anuttara-Samyak-Sambodhi, all benefactors, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore."
He spoke in Red River language, and his voice was clearly not loud, but it echoed in Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and the others' ears like a great bell.