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At this ti, in the Qi Mountain Tribe, over a thousand kiloters away from Chromium Carbon Town, another person was awake — Yujin.
He was sitting cross-legged on a large box, holding a gun in both hands.
Yujin knew all of Ren Zhong’s plans.
As early as yesterday morning, Yujin took Shi Xuan and Shi Lin to two locations.
According to instructions, the three first dug a square pit about a foot across at one location, placed a magnetic robot with built-in cilia extension arms from Hanyu’s micro army inside, and covered it with a thin layer of sand.
The robot had been pre-programd by Ren Zhong with a tid execution operation.
Then, Shi Lin stayed behind, responsible for monitoring the area to prevent any passing Ruined Beast from inadvertently damaging the chanism.
Yujin and Shi Xuan moved to the second location — a dense bush on the hillside.
Shi Xuan used the engineering module added to his Exoskeleton Armor to create a trench ten ters long, one ter wide, and three ters deep on the ground.
Simultaneously, Yujin wove a cover made of leafy branches and vines, placing it over the trench.
The two hid inside, and tied a camouflage net that could pass electromagnetic radar scans under the cover, concealing the tal components on their bodies with the net to avoid detection by the Qingfeng Heavy Truck’s detectors.
After completing the two traps, Shi Xuan couldn’t help but express that Ren Zhong’s idea was quite lousy.
He believed that since Yang Bingzhong’s smuggled goods on the ground were very important, requiring them to split into two routes, the route plan couldn’t be so rigid and must be decided on the fly.
Waiting in ambush for a box to drop from the sky was pointless.
Besides, even if Ren Zhong guessed Yang Bingzhong’s route correctly, how could he ensure the box would drop precisely here?
How would they control the timing?
This was too childish.
However, at 7:30 in the evening, just as the sun was setting in the west, a box did indeed drop from the sky.
A sturdy box fell from the sky, landing squarely in the middle of the trench, getting caught perfectly by the camouflage net tied under the cover.
What followed was only natural; the two rely had to transport the box to the Qi Mountain Tribe and wait for Ren Zhong to co for it.
Shi Xuan was utterly bewildered by this.
Of course, if he knew more details, such as the tid switch on the magnetic robot, the extra spring-loaded lock and hydraulic rod automatic closure switch added by Ren Zhong to the bottom of the Qingfeng Heavy Truck, he would only be more confused.
More questions would arise in his mind.
The automatic opening of the ergency unloading hatch under the truck was the handiwork of the cilia extension arm robot.
There was no communication involved; Ren Zhong had set it as a tid program.
As the box fell, the robot detached with it.
As for the unloading hatch closing, that was the function of the hydraulic rod switch.
The whole operation was purely physical, completely independent of the truck’s control system, leaving no trace in the black box.
The cara Yang Bingzhong installed was foreseen by Ren Zhong as a slight oversight in an otherwise ticulous plan.
The cara’s surveillance range covered the truck’s top and all around, but not the bottom.
As the box fell, the cara on the heavy truck driven by Tang Shuying did not capture the underside.
As for the vehicle in front, it just happened to make a turn, exiting the field of view.
Everything was within Ren Zhong’s control.
Except for Tang Shuying’s death.
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At four in the morning, Yang Bingzhong, who was observing the starship construction direction in the hibernation space, received an urgent report from the Night Watchman bodyguard.
Tang Shuying ruthlessly bit her tongue to commit suicide.
What was even harsher was that before her heart stopped, she did not spit out a single mouthful of blood, swallowing it all down.
Yang Bingzhong was stunned.
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