Two days later, in the morning, the owner of an appliance repair shop came to the "Wolf Den."
He was relatively familiar with Augier. Whenever there were circuit failures here that weren't complex and needed immediate attention, they would look for him.
"The camera is broken?" The middle-aged man looked up at the device at the entrance.
Like most people in Red River, he looked older than his age, and his skin looked like it had been sanded.
Although Augier had removed the "hypnosis" and had no memory of reporting the repair, he nodded:
"Yes, it's broken, so I asked you to take a look.
"If it's really not fixable, I'll just replace it with a new one. It's been used for several years anyway."
The appliance repair shop owner smiled:
"Sure, I've got some used ones. The quality is not bad."
"Richie, are you sure it's used, not triple or quadruple hand?" Augier joked, calling other "Black Shirts" members to bring a simple ladder for the appliance repair shop owner.
Richie did the inspection one by one. When he was dealing with the camera that could see the depths of the "Wolf Den," his expression suddenly went blank for a moment.
He took out a memory card from his tool bag and replaced the one inside.
After a simple check to make sure there were no tracking devices attached, Richie put this electronic product with surveillance footage into his pocket.
Soon, he "fixed" the camera, took Augier's money, and left the Wolf Den.
Back in his shop, he rummaged through a letter that had the address and recipient written on it sometime ago.
Just then, a man and a woman wearing sunglasses entered his small shop.
"Can this be fixed?" The woman with a ponytail took out a small blue and black speaker.
Richie had to put down the letter and memory card, took the speaker, connected it to his nth-hand computer, and checked what was wrong.
The tall man quickly picked up the letter and said with a grin:
"A love letter?"
"No." Richie reflexively snatched back the letter, not wanting the other person to see the recipient's address.
The man didn't insist and waited for Richie to repair the speaker.
"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)
The song started soon.
"There's nothing wrong with this." Richie said suspiciously.
The man wearing sunglasses opened his mouth wide:
"You're amazing. It's fixed just by touching it!"
"..." Richie didn't know how to respond.
The woman with the ponytail immediately asked:
"How much?"
"1, 1 Derase." Richie didn't want to charge, but since the other party said so, he didn't want to miss this opportunity to make money.
The woman with the ponytail took out a 1 Derase coin and pushed it to him.
After watching the two leave with the small speaker, Richie checked the letter to make sure there were no extra tracking devices inside.
He quickly put the memory card in and sealed it.
When it was almost noon, he closed the shop and dropped the letter into the only mailbox in this block.
In the afternoon, a postman in a green uniform riding a dilapidated bicycle took the letter, put it in his satchel with the rest of the mail.
Then, he followed a fixed route, passing different mailboxes.
When he got to an apartment building near the Red Giant Wolf District, the postman's expression suddenly became blank.
He took out Richie's letter.
The address on the letter was not here at all.
The two were completely opposite.
After mistakenly delivering the letter into a mailbox in this apartment building, the postman left.
Time flew by quickly, and night gradually fell.
A man living in this apartment building returned after a hard day's work.
As he passed the mailbox area, he opened his own and took out the letters inside.
After seeing the completely wrong address on the letter, the short, stocky man's expression changed slightly.
He climbed the stairs to the fifth floor and walked along the corridor to where he lived.
As he passed a neighbor's house, he suddenly bent down and tied his shoelaces.
In the process, he quietly slipped the letter he was holding into the crack of his neighbor's door.
Inside the room with drawn curtains and dim lighting, a slightly pale hand picked up the letter.
The hand then opened the letter and took out the memory card inside.
The owner of the hand made a simple check and confirmed again that there were no additional electronic products attached to the letter or the surface of the memory card.
He noticed that there was a dead insect inside the letter, and thought that it should have flown in before the letter was sealed.
The owner of the hand opened his portable computer and inserted the memory card into the additional card reader.
As soon as he opened the newly appeared drive letter, the computer's operating speed suddenly became very slow.
Immediately afterward, the speaker's mute state was canceled, and the volume was turned to the maximum.
Woo! Woo!
A siren-like sound rang out harshly, echoing throughout the room and transmitting out of the tightly closed windows.
Then, a man's voice shouted hoarsely:
"I am a priest of the 'Anti-Intellectualism Church,' come and catch me!
"I am a priest of the 'Anti-Intellectualism Church,' come and catch me!"
The owner of the hand stood up abruptly, did not try to stop the out-of-control computer, and headed straight for the door.
When he opened the door, the sound from the computer speaker changed again.
A man's voice sounded slightly resentful:
"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)
The owner of the hand slowed down for a beat, then quickly returned to normal.
He ran down the stairs to the second floor, turned directly into the corridor, rushed into one of the houses where people were making dinner at the door, and jumped from their window into the alley behind the apartment.
Bang!
Stone chips splashed in front of the owner of the hand, and a bullet almost hit him.
This didn't seem like a sniper failing to aim, but rather closer to deliberate, equivalent to a warning.
The owner of the hand was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his hands.
He no longer tried to run away, because the next shot might hit his body, and the sniper was dozens of meters away, which he could not influence.
The Initial City did not ban weapons, and the back alley was relatively quiet, so this gunshot created a brief tension. The pedestrians on the outside streets quickly forgot about it, and only a small number of enthusiastic people tried to find the Sheriff and asked him to send his men to the alley to see what happened.
The owner of the hand waited for a while, and a figure appeared in front of him.
The person who came was Shang Jianyao, wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt. He closed his eyes and smiled amiably, saying:
"I wasn't the one who fired the shot."
He meant that the person in charge of sniping was still there, so don't think about playing tricks.
The owner of the hand was silent and did not respond.
But his mind was racing.
The best way he analyzed was to restrain the person in front of him and use him as a hostage to confront the sniper in the distance.
Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and saw a brown-haired, brown-eyed man about 1.7 meters tall, with a haggard face, and a mental state that was not very good but not too tired.
"Fake 'Priest'." He sighed and shook his head.
This time, the "Old Task Force" used Jiang Baimian's ability to sense bioelectrical signals and Genava's written virus to track the target.
They originally followed Richie, the owner of the appliance repair shop, but found that he was just a tool, so taking advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet sealed the letter, they used the excuse of repairing the small speaker and put a small insect inside.
In the eyes of people who don't understand the corresponding abilities, this is just a trivial thing that will basically not be noticed, and other letters on the postman will often not have similar things.
In this way, it is equivalent to having a biological locator in the letter.
Considering that the insects in the letter may not live long, Genava pre-installed a virus in the memory card that would allow the infected computer to turn on the speaker and play the scheduled content.
With it, the "Old Task Force," which had narrowed the scope, could use the sound to lock onto the target and ambush the various escape routes separately.
After such a two-pronged effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who were in charge of the back alley area, successfully blocked the fleeing enemy.
Unfortunately, it was still a fake "Priest".
"Fake 'Priest'..." The man who was planning to use "hypnosis" on Shang Jianyao as their eyes met was stunned.
His expression changed several times in a row, and he blurted out:
"Why would you say I'm a fake 'Priest'?"
Shang Jianyao didn't answer him immediately, and threw him a piece of black cloth:
"Cover your eyes."
While speaking, he closed his eyes again.
The fake "Priest" hesitated for a few seconds, and seeing that there was no chance to take advantage, and the sniper in the distance was watching intently, he had no choice but to honestly use the black cloth strip to cover his eyes.
After receiving confirmation from Jiang Baimian via the walkie-talkie, Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and smiled at the fake "Priest":
"Because the real 'Priest' is 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall, has heavy dark circles, and looks very tired..."
Listening, the fake "Priest" suddenly covered his head, showing a painful expression.
Shang Jianyao asked:
"After getting the memory card and reading the contents, who will you give the sorted information to?"
At this time, music was still coming from a room upstairs:
"Hey, I really miss you..."
Note 1: Quoted from Karen Mok, "Without You"