But inside was a small LCD screen with a single point of light that was constantly moving.
"This is... a compass?"
The R team leader's eyes lit up instantly.
The Xing family also has its own logistics department, which is responsible for producing various equipment needed by the action team members on a daily basis, and occasionally they also make some strange and wonderful inventions.
The small instrument called the compass that Xiao Yan took out at this moment was used for tracking and positioning.
The compass is divided into a son and a mother. The son is a small coin called the son coin, while the mother is the compass that Xiao Yan is holding, also known as the mother compass.
Before using it, you need to place the sub-object of the compass on the mission target first, and then you can use the mother object to locate it.
Xiao Yan taking out the compass at this time, could it be that...?
"That's right. When everyone was discussing how to celebrate, I felt a little uneasy, so I put the coins into that kid's pocket to make sure everything was safe."
"After all, he kept saying he'd open champagne at halftime, which clearly means he has a trump card. This guy is too important to us; we can't afford to make any mistakes."
"I just tested it, and the motherboard works. Look, this is where the target escaped."
Xiao Yan turned around and pointed to the left behind everyone, "He must have run away from here while our vision was obscured by the smoke."
"Well done! Xiao Yan, you've done a great job!"
The leader of Group R was overjoyed. He slapped Xiao Yan on the shoulder, then slapped him repeatedly, laughing heartily: "Great! That's wonderful!"
"Captain, while I understand how you feel about getting something back, it would be best if you didn't pull any more of those 'half-game champagne popping' stunts."
Xiao Yan winced as he was slapped, thinking to himself that the captain's grip was really strong. He then rubbed his shoulder and reminded him with a wry smile.
Letting the target escape once is enough; never let it happen a second time.
Otherwise, there would really be no way to explain it.
"Don't worry, I understand."
The leader of Team R let out a deep breath, glanced at his team members with a serious expression, then pointed to the direction marked on the compass and said sternly, "This is our last chance. Whether we can vindicate Team R and hold our heads high in front of other action teams depends on this last one!"
"Everyone, charge!"
At a command, the men in suits transformed once again into charging Saint Seiya warriors, their faces beaming with the excitement of something lost and regained, their eyes burning with a fervor as if they had seen the most tempting thing in the world.
Opportunities won't just sit there waiting for them to come and take them.
Instead, you have to fight for it yourself.
Thanks to Xiao Yan, they now have another chance. The members of Team R are determined to catch that kid and will not let this rare opportunity slip away.
...
Meanwhile, on another road.
"Hey, where's that spitting-gas bug of yours? Can I take another look? How can such a tiny bug spew out so much thick purple smoke?"
Xia Che was pulled by Han Xinyue's hand and quickly ran towards the exit of another road.
His expression was full of surprise and doubt.
The moment the purple smoke rose, Xia Che thought Wen Chenlu had finally arrived, but he couldn't tell what the smoke was, assuming it was just one of Wen Chenlu's many skills.
Unexpectedly, when the person grabbed his hand and sneaked out of the smoke, Xia Che was startled.
It was actually Han Xinyue?
That wicked woman who took advantage of my misfortune and stole my newly signed book?
Xia Che thought he would never see the other person again in this lifetime!
The fact that he's willing to turn back and save me shows he still has some conscience...
But what is the origin of her mysterious insect?
Based on Xia Che's knowledge, he had never heard of insects that could breathe smoke.
"Shut up, what do you take my treasure for? You think you can just look at it whenever you want? Do you think I'm some kind of circus performer?"
Han Xinyue spat in annoyance, then furtively peeked left and right, and glanced behind her. Only after confirming that the other party hadn't followed did she breathe a sigh of relief and slowly stop.
"Here, eat this."
Han Xinyi reached into her pocket, took out a small, jet-black pill, and casually tossed it over.
"What's this? The dirt you rubbed off your body? Hmm... I never imagined you, who look so fair and delicate, could actually be so slovenly?"
Xia Che still couldn't shake his habit of making sarcastic remarks, holding the small pill with a look of disgust on his face.
“...I’ll go to the radio station right now and announce your location to the Xing family’s action team. Your foul mouth deserves to be captured and tortured for three days and three nights without them getting any satisfaction.”
Han Xinyue turned and left.
"Hey, hey, hey! Just kidding, why can't you take a joke?"
Xia Che quickly reached out and grabbed him, forcing a smile as he put the small pill into his mouth without asking what it was for: "Didn't I just take it?"
"That's more like it..."
Han Xinyue rolled her eyes at Xia Che, then, as if she had thought of something, she looked at Xia Che with a smile, "Aren't you going to ask what this pill is for? Aren't you afraid of being poisoned to death?"
"Don't be afraid, I believe in you."
Xia Che waved his hand and lied without batting an eye.
Through his interactions with numerous female protagonists from comics and other beautiful women, Xia Che has honed his emotional intelligence to a level he considers quite high.
He didn't believe that Han Xinyue had gone to great lengths to rescue him from the Xing family's action team just so she could poison him herself.
Nobody has that much free time.
and……
"Although my meridians are sealed, my constitution is still intact. With all the medicinal baths my master has given me over the years, I'm immune to all poisons, okay? Although I occasionally get diarrhea, it's absolutely impossible for him to poison me. At most, I'll have diarrhea for a few more days."
Xia Che touched his nose and muttered to himself.
Since the poison won't kill them, they'll naturally say the nice things.
"Trust me? Well, I certainly do deserve to be trusted."
Xia Che's sweet talk clearly pleased Han Xinyue, who nodded with satisfaction.
This blond-haired guy is just as I initially judged; he really is an interesting person.
"Oh, right, here's your book back."
Han Xinyue suddenly thought of something, reached into the pocket that resembled Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, took out a book, and casually tossed it to Xia Che: "I've already finished reading it. Consider saving you this time as payment for asking me to read the book."
"Hey! Can't you just hand it to me? Why do you always throw things around like that..."
Xia Che muttered something. He just threw it away like that. If he hadn't been quick-witted, this new book would have fallen to the ground and gotten dirty. It wouldn't have been appropriate to give it away as a gift then.
That's so embarrassing.
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