895: 304.
Reporting to the organization, the vanguard is in position, waiting for tasks_3 895: 304.
Reporting to the organization, the vanguard is in position, waiting for tasks_3 Loyal Brother exhaled a ring of smoke and patted the black helt on his desk, then said to the two distinctive subordinates in front of him:
“And then, our team’s dium to long-term task is to help get this Transia Armant Factory up and running.
Once this is done well, my voice in Transylvania will rise with the tide, which will be very helpful for the advancent of our later missions.
Moreover, once we have a base, it’ll be easier to ‘add sand’ to the mix, and doing armant work is obviously the best choice in the Transian environnt.”
“Hey, boss, isn’t this a little too high-profile?
Didn’t the higher-ups say to scout first without alarming them?”
The tall “Mustard micro-fool” couldn’t help but ask:
“Won’t such initiative expose you?
We can’t even figure out what courier channels they use to deliver stuff now, it’s just like dealing with aliens.
These past few days, we’ve practically gone blind from monitoring without any trace.”
“We do need to do recon, but under the current circumstances when you know nothing, you can only start by grinding away in the scene they’ve prepared for us, and close surveillance is an important part as well.”
Loyal Brother exhaled another smoke ring and complained again:
“The good stuff never cos our way, it’s all this trivial nonsense every day.
But if you ask , this ti I guess we’ve definitely got our hands on a big task.
The project doesn’t seem big at the mont, but it’s definitely worth following up on long-term.
I an, don’t rush looking for details; let’s get our team ‘settled in’ over there first.
From my current experience, this thing seems to be just a super-realistic ga…
except for the inexplicable transportation links and completely incomprehensible scientific question marks, there’s basically no major problem.
You guys don’t worry, the higher-ups have given us enough ti.
Consider this a vacation, aren’t we supposed to find fun in our work?”
“That’s easy to say, but we still have to write reports.”
The lanky Mr.
Ziwei mocked:
“You can’t seriously write about your in-ga experience of flipping a warti level of arms in the report, can you?
Get ready to have your pay docked.”
“That’s why I plan to strike first!”
Loyal Brother grinned and said through the rising smoke:
“I’ve already sent Prodigal to our sibling departnt to copy the materials we need.
All of us brothers are retired from the military; I hope you haven’t forgotten that knowledge.
Alright, the first task is…
to find a way to set up a semi-automatic firearms production line to help Transylvania establish a basic armant system as soon as possible.
I’m beginning to have so ideas now.
Right now, no matter who ‘they’ are or what they want to do, if it or they can see so value in us and grant us higher freedom of action in this real ga, then digging deeper becos possible.
Also, I applied for so new team mbers to assist us yesterday, and they’ll arrive tomorrow.
You two rember to give a good performance; the cors are young comrades, temporarily transferred to our side, so be sure to foster unity and not lead them astray.”
“There’s one more thing, boss.”
Mr.
Ziwei suggested in a low voice:
“One of the test users, with the ID code ‘Lumina·Sun Stain,’ has been confird to be abroad…
Should we arrange for her to return to the country?”
“There’s no need at the mont.”
Loyal Brother glanced at a set of data on the computer screen and said:
“With the current intensity of information control, it’s enough to ensure that in the eyes of other ‘colleagues,’ she’s just an ordinary student abroad who likes to stay at ho.
But any abrupt move would unnecessarily increase the risk to her personal safety…
after all, she’s on soone else’s turf.”
“Snap”
The door to the office was pushed open at this mont, and a sweat-drenched staff mber reported:
“Boss, ten minutes ago, a live ga edit of ‘Real Different World’ was uploaded to a site, and the popularity is skyrocketing.
This is the first ti ‘Alpha’ has broken out of niche social groups and actively started penetrating into the public information domain.
Should we intervene?”
“Just do it, damn!
Looks like I’ll be working overti again, my wife made soup waiting for at ho!”
Loyal Brother flicked away the cigarette butt, rubbed his ears, and said:
“Isn’t this what we have been working on for the past month?
Suppress the buzz as quickly as possible!
No matter what attitude ‘Alpha’ has towards our world or what it wants to do here, we are not ready to let the public know the truth.
Sigh, this could very well be the first confird case of ‘Close Encounter of the Third Kind’ in the world.
I feel both fortunate and helpless, to think I was about to retire peacefully, and then this happened.”
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