After Old Feng briefed Chen Chuan and the others on the general situation, he called his own team mbers to rendezvous with them. In just twenty minutes, everyone had arrived.
They were all dressed in the uniform of the General Affairs Bureau: black windbreakers and fedoras, with a sharp, competent air and piercing gazes. They were divided into three squads of fifteen n each.
After a few glances, Chen Chuan felt that so of them were likely far from simple. It was a hard feeling to describe; they didn’t seem threatening at first glance, but one couldn’t help but pay close attention to them.
But this was a good thing. After all, they were on his side. While carrying out the mission, they also had to ensure their own safety. Naturally, the stronger the team, the better.
Since this was their first ti working together, Old Feng briefly explained how they would coordinate. Aside from Chen Chuan himself, the squad he brought was to serve in an auxiliary and supplentary role, not as the main fighting force.
Chen Chuan had already ntioned this role to his people from the start, and everyone understood.
Wei Chang’an’s n, on the other hand, felt that Old Feng was a decent leader. If they had encountered a more ruthless type, they might have been used as cannon fodder to scout ahead.
Before the operation began, Old Feng distributed standard-issue Protective Clothing from the General Affairs Bureau to everyone, along with an Anti-stabbing Windbreaker, a protective fedora, and a scarf and mask to block wind, sand, and toxic gases.
This was a state-sponsored mission, so of course, the use of such equipnt wasn’t restricted.
After putting everything on, everyone felt a profound sense of security.
For an ordinary person, this gear would maximize their chances of survival. But for soone like Chen Chuan, it greatly enhanced his combat effectiveness, allowing him to use his martial abilities without restraint.
At the sa ti, everyone was given a dical kit. Inside, besides various wound treatnts, were miracle drugs that could keep you alive in a critical mont. The personnel from the General Affairs Bureau also had drugs to stimulate their potential for a final, desperate struggle.
Once all preparations were complete, at ten o’clock at night, everyone boarded the vehicles prepared in advance by the General Affairs Bureau and set off into the wasteland under the cover of darkness.
Chen Chuan rode with Old Feng. In the vehicle, he reviewed the specific details about this shipnt. Because the trade of biological combat weapons was forbidden in the Dashun Republic, Molan Company had no choice but to order them from foreign companies.
This was also why Boxing Lion had brought the Tayana Combat Spiders to the edge of the wasteland to find a buyer. Aside from large corporations, the average person would have a hard ti handling such things.
However, the key to these things was the High-Energy Nutrient Supplent. This supplent had a short shelf life and couldn’t be stockpiled in large quantities. Therefore, once you had the combat organisms, you had to purchase a new batch periodically.
It wasn’t that the companies producing the High-Energy Nutrient Supplent lacked long-term storage technology. Rather, this practice allowed them to both limit the military power of other companies and make repeated sales. Even various national governnts supported them in doing this.
Old Feng said, "We’ll first head to the Antan Company’s outpost in the wasteland. The intelligence from there should be accurate and unlikely to have changed significantly."
Chen Chuan nodded. According to the files, this outpost officially had two experts who had reached the Second Limit. Most of the personnel were locally recruited ard thugs and a few combat elites with Implants. There were no Fighters with higher martial prowess.
The sa was true for the team responsible for transporting the goods.
This intelligence should be reliable.
After all, once a Fighter reached the Third Limit, many companies would offer them high-paying positions. They could live comfortably with far better treatnt than ordinary people, with no need to co to the wasteland to eat sand, let alone participate in dangerous smuggling operations like this.
He said, "What about Molan Company? Since this shipnt is so important, they surely won’t just sit back and do nothing."
Old Feng said, "That’s the part we need to watch. Molan Company will likely dispatch powerful personnel to receive the shipnt. But we don’t need to worry, because Old Cao is keeping an eye on them. If those people show up, his team will be responsible for dealing with them."
"However, Molan Company has been entrenched in Yangzhi for a long ti, so they must have arranged a pickup force in the wasteland. We only need to deal with those people."
Chen Chuan understood. This mission had two objectives: one was to intercept the shipnt of nutrient supplents, and the other was to use it as bait to lure out Molan Company’s people, then eliminate them to weaken their strength.
He tentatively asked, "Will the ’Blood Ink Guard’ show up?"
He had a deep impression of this guard unit, as they were incredibly formidable. All their mbers were selected from among Fighters.
After undergoing a series of surgeries to enhance their bones and muscles, they were fitted with Implants that boosted their neural response and motor control. Once the Implants were activated, they could briefly match the speed of a Third Limit Fighter. This prevented Third Limit experts from simply overwhelming them with crushing force.
And with sufficient numbers, they could use their equipnt to counter-attack or even score a kill.
With such strength, it also ant that any Fighter below the Third Limit would likely be powerless against them.
And Molan Company’s branch alone had ninety such individuals.
If they were dispatched to the wasteland this ti, they would be a formidable foe.
Old Feng shook his head. "The Blood Ink Guard is Molan Company’s prized possession. They wouldn’t deploy them in a place like this. After all, every mber is built with piles of money. They also require squad coordination and specific equipnt to be effective, which places high demands on logistics. The field conditions here aren’t suitable for their maintenance."
"If they were here, we would have discovered them long ago."
"For this operation, we coordinated with nurous departnts in advance and have been conducting peripheral surveillance on Molan Company’s activities for two consecutive years. So you can rest assured on that point."
Chen Chuan thought, ’Actually, running into one or two wouldn’t be a bad thing. I could get a preview of the Guard’s combat capabilities.’
Old Feng raised his hand and looked at his watch. "We still have a ways to go. Let’s not talk about this for now. On another topic, after the school term starts, you’ll be applying for a spot to go to Central City, right?"
A thought stirred in Chen Chuan’s mind. He said, "Is Specialist Cao planning to deal with Molan Company before September?"
Old Feng glanced at him. "I didn’t say anything."
Chen Chuan smiled. "I’m definitely going to Central City."
Old Feng looked at him seriously. "You must go. I’ve seen your file; you’re more than qualified. Only by going there can you achieve significant growth."
"But, after all, so things can’t be written down on paper. Especially since so people at the Wuyi General Hospital have tangled connections with local factions. That’s why you need to earn as much rit as you can during this state-sponsored mission to make your resu look good. It will help you get into the General Hospital. Do your best to stand out this ti, and I’ll give you opportunities."
Chen Chuan understood what he ant. Aside from official missions and his Unlimited Defense Certificate, the fact that he had killed mbers of the Mutual Aid Association and defeated Tan Wang would not be on his official record.
And it was right not to include them. Those incidents had nothing to do with Wuyi Academy and would only exist in the files of certain departnts. Bringing them up could even be counterproductive.
Actually, this was also good; it was an indirect way of protecting himself.
However, so things could be brought out into the open. For example, participating in this national mobilization would be a very impressive entry on his resu. Old Feng’s intention was for him to ride this wave and rack up an outstanding record.
This was Old Feng doing him a favor. He said, "Thank you, Special Envoy Feng."
Old Feng smiled. "No need to thank . Seeing a promising young talent like you grow is the greatest thanks we could ask for." He glanced outside again. "We’re almost there."
After driving for another seven or eight minutes, the convoy stopped behind a high slope. Old Feng sent soone to scout ahead. A quarter of an hour later, the scout returned and reported, "Special Envoy, everything is normal at the camp. It matches the intelligence report. Everyone is on standby, likely waiting to receive the cargo."
Old Feng called over a squad leader. "As planned, take your squad and a radio and hold this position. Report any developnts imdiately."
"Yes, sir."
A mont later, a squad disembarked and quickly lted into the night.
The convoy then started up again, continuing deeper into the wasteland.
Old Feng explained to Chen Chuan, "This camp is too conspicuous and easy to find. It’s unlikely both sides would choose to make the exchange right here. So, we’re going straight for the transport team now."
Chen Chuan asked, "Do we have any intelligence confirming their location?" The wasteland was vast. Accurately finding a moving convoy within a limited ti would not be easy.
Old Feng smiled. "I don’t know, but I can ask them."
He had the radio operator beside him take out the radio and start transmitting. Before long, the operator received a ssage. After decoding it, he looked up and said, "Special Envoy, they say their original route is unchanged. They’ve already passed Mangrove Forest and are expected to reach Broken Stone Gully in ten minutes."
Old Feng said, "Keep monitoring them. Ask again in an hour." He smiled at Chen Chuan. "You see? Antan will tell us their location themselves."
Chen Chuan found it a bit absurd. But he knew that behind these seemingly illogical actions, there had to be an internal logic at play. It was just baffling to outsiders.
He said, "With Antan Company operating like this, isn’t their client, Molan Company, worried?"
Old Feng said confidently, "Because they have no other choice. And I suspect Molan Company will make the sa choice we did."
anwhile, on another side of the wasteland, another ard convoy was speeding along. This was the Molan Team that was permanently stationed in the wasteland, responsible for receiving this shipnt.
Knowing that Antan Company might leak information, they had arranged two pickup locations. One was the confird, public-facing ard camp, ant to attract outside attention.
The other was for them to proactively find the Antan team while it was still en route, and then they would transport the goods to the designated location themselves.
As for how to find them, although Antan Company wouldn’t give them the specific route, they could acquire the information through Antan Company’s intelligence market.
That’s right. As the recipient in this deal, they also had to buy intelligence to get an accurate location.
And so, the current scene unfolded: both the receiving party and the intercepting party were now rushing toward the sa location, and the source of information for both was Antan Company itself.
An hour later, after another radio exchange, Chen Chuan’s convoy ca to a stop behind a slope.
They didn’t have to wait long before faint lights appeared on the dim horizon, gradually drawing closer. Those with good eyesight could make out a convoy.
But before it arrived, the sound of engines roared from another direction, rapidly approaching the first convoy.
A squad leader looked through his binoculars and said, "Special Envoy, it’s the Molan Company’s pickup team."
Old Feng said, "Don’t rush. Let’s wait."
After the two convoys ahead rendezvoused, it only took a few minutes for them to apparently coordinate. A single vehicle detached from the transport convoy and fell in behind the Molan Team, and the two groups parted ways.
The squad leader looked back. "Special Envoy?"
Old Feng remained calm. "Wait a little longer."
Just as the Molan Team’s convoy was about to drive away, another sound suddenly erupted. Yet another convoy appeared and ramd directly into the Molan convoy.
A chill ran through the team mbers. ’So there are others!’
The squad leader watched for a mont, then asked, "Special Envoy, do we make our move in a bit?"
Old Feng thought for a mont, then shook his head. "Let’s wait a little longer. You have to trust Antan’s business acun when it cos to selling intel."
Sure enough, pinpricks of light now appeared on the high ground opposite them—clearly another convoy. And the fact that they could find this precise location was obviously thanks to Antan.
The team mbers were all dumbfounded. ’Damn, they sold one piece of intel to four different buyers! No, judging by the situation, there might be even more. Their intel business is making an absolute killing.’
...
...
User Comments
0 comments from readers