As the weather gets colder, there are fewer and fewer people on the streets of Hope City.
Because of the cold weather, people would rather stay in the noisy workplace than go out for some fresh air. Even the largest black market, which has always been semi-public, has become much more desolate.
On an evening with falling snow, a hooded man came to a street corner.
His clothes were very tattered and he looked as dirty as if a sack was put on him.
Despite this, his sturdy figure can still be glimpsed through the vague lines.
When he came to the corner of the street, the man saw a young man doing nothing. He was thin, with his hands in his pockets, and his whole body was shaking rhythmically. He didn't know if it was because of the cold or some habit.
He walked forward silently and greeted the young man, and the distance between them soon exceeded the polite distance between strangers.
"Dude, what's up?"
The young man asked very cautiously.
He actually felt a little guilty for saying this.
As a member of the group conquered by the new boss, the young man knew very well that he was not a good person a few months ago. He even worried that someone would break into his house in the middle of the night and slit his throat in revenge.
But since following the new boss, the future seems bright.
But new problems also emerged. As a familiar face in several blocks, the young man’s reputation in that area had obviously become irreversible.
If he continued to stay in that damn place, with his intimacy with everyone so close that it was almost disgusting, he would not be able to integrate into the group and would easily get beaten.
The young man, who had luckily never been to jail, learned for the first time what a criminal record meant. Whenever he thought his life was getting better, he would always think of his shameful past.
It was for this reason that when he received the surveillance mission, he made up his mind to cut off from his past self and come to a new field to start a new life.
So when he saw the burly man in front of him approaching him little by little, the young man, who was still a little guilty, inevitably showed his timidity.
He was worried that the guy he had offended in the past had invited such a strong man to take him to "eat delicious food."
I learned this word from the boss and his friends. The boss recently treated many people from the inner and outer city areas to delicious food, and everyone who had eaten there was very satisfied.
"Your surveillance has been exposed."
As the two men approached, a deep voice came from beneath the shabby hood of the sturdy young man.
The young man squatting on the street corner trembled subconsciously, then pretended to be calm and looked at the man in front of him:
"Dude, I don't understand what you're saying."
"You don't have to do that. You can tell from the looks of it that you haven't received any professional training."
The sturdy young man in front of him did not give the stranger any face. He said bluntly:
"In the past five days, I have seen you near Factory No. 12 every day, sometimes on the street corner, sometimes under the bridge, and sometimes at a roadside stall."
"What happened to the roadside stall?"
The skinny young man was still being stubborn. Even though what the other party was talking about were his movements over the past few days, as the saying goes, one has to be stubborn while living.
The visitor shook his head:
"You have too many flaws."
As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers and began to count for the other party.
Oddly enough, although it was December, the weather in Hope City was still mild, and few people wore these thread gloves, especially near the factories.
Because of the way these gloves are woven, they can easily be caught in high-speed machinery after being worn out, causing their owners to lose one or several fingers in a short period of time, or even lose their entire hand.
The thin young man quickly shifted his gaze away from the wire gloves and began to listen carefully to the story of the man opposite him. After all, knowing one's mistakes and correcting them rather than admitting them is a common style of behavior for people like them.
The man opposite him obviously didn't care about that. He stretched out one finger and started counting:
“You changed your clothes several times in the past few days, trying to hide your traces, but this backfired.
"First, although you changed your clothes, your overall body shape did not change. Secondly, your coat is not worn enough, it looks like you just bought it and took off the brand. These two points actually made you a bit self-defeating."
As he spoke, the man pointed in a direction behind him:
"When I first came here, I heard two aunties talking about you. They had already figured out that you were not from this neighborhood. I don't know what you were doing sneaking around here every day."
"Hmph, I said, even if you figured it out, how could you guess what I was doing?"
Seeing that the young man was still stubborn, the strong young man who kindly reminded him said:
"They can't, but those who have been trained can, like me."
As he spoke, he looked at the young man whose face was already not very good and said firmly:
“It seems a little strange that you come in half an hour later than the factory’s early shift and leave half an hour earlier than the end of the shift.
“But anyone who is familiar with factory time planning knows that management works two hours less than front-line workers, and these two hours happen to be one hour later in the morning and one hour earlier in the evening.
"Nice coincidence, isn't it? So either your target is a member of the factory management, or you're just a lazy bastard who can't get out of bed in the morning."
"you……"
Before the young man could sigh in horror, the sturdy man continued:
"You are guarding in this direction, which means that the person you need to investigate and track goes in and out of this gate every day. Last night you stayed here for an extra hour and a half but didn't see the target because he happened to leave the factory from the other side.
"This is not a coincidence. Of course, it doesn't mean that the other party has discovered you. Maybe he simply has a lover in Building 15 of the Second Phase of the Third Commercial Street Community on the other side of the factory. Every Thursday is the day they have a tryst..."
The sturdy man patted the young man on the shoulder:
"Look, you have a lot of flaws.
"Now we just need to get the list of managers of Factory No. 12. It doesn't seem difficult to find the one who meets the above information...
"And he would also like to make a spy who is monitoring him disappear into the sewers of the inner city."
"What do you want to do?"
At this time, the thin young man had completely lost control of his facial expression and looked like a young child who had seen a nightmare.
"I heard that a group of people have been collecting evidence of crimes committed in the factory. Is that true?"
"have."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, because this was not a secret.
At first, they didn't understand why the boss didn't keep this task confidential, but after investigating for a while, they realized that -
Mobilizing everyone to do things and keeping secrets are two conflicting concepts.
"Take me to see your boss."
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