In an instant, a forbidden sumo wrestling match unfolded in Zheng Hongkuan's dream; he fled and he was chased, but he could not escape.
Zheng Hongkuan, who was leaning against the urinal, had his mouth pried open by Shotaro...
Not only white ones were left, but also yellow ones!
365: [Xianxian, I never knew you were such a pervert.]
Ruan Xianxian: [What's more hateful than foreign enemies is treason. Director Zheng truly embodied this; he has so many mouths he doesn't even have enough to keep up.]
365 paused, seeing her getting more and more excited, and had no choice but to speak up and remind her: "Why are you creating this dream for him so quickly? Have you forgotten you were supposed to pretend to be Zheng Hongkuan's men, scouting the machinery factory first?"
【Oh right!】Ruan Xianxian hadn't forgotten. She had initially planned to have Zheng Hongkuan himself go on stage, but then worried that he might ruin things. After thinking it over carefully, she decided to go herself.
Zheng Hongkuan casually pulled out the steel pipe and tossed it back into his spatial storage, his lips slightly swollen.
After removing their disguises, they found the contact person Miyano had left at the textile factory and explained the plans from both sides.
The meeting room on the second floor.
Ruan Xianxian stood obediently in front of the long table. Looking at her innocent and harmless expression, no one would guess that she had just made Director Zheng and the Japanese do such perverted things in her dream!
The soldier opposite him, with his ordinary appearance, had a serious expression.
"You mean, around the time people get off work in the evening, Zheng Hongkuan will lead scouts into the machinery factory to investigate?"
Seeing the woman nod, he stood up in a serious tone and said, "Wait a moment, I will make the notification immediately."
"Wait a minute." Ruan Xianxian quickly stopped the person. "Comrade, I have a small suggestion. Surveillance is fine, but we should not make any arrests for the time being."
If we can't decipher the secret code in the shortest time, we fear alerting the enemy and causing them to change their plans. Rather than taking a risk, it's better to play along.
She was 90% certain that her superiors, upon receiving the message, would use the plan against her, but she couldn't guarantee that the person in charge would capture the man on the spot.
Whether or not she captures him is irrelevant; the key is that she will play the role of Zheng Hongkuan, who appears at the machinery factory that night. She has gone to great lengths to uncover the secret line of cultural relic smuggling.
After a moment's thought, the correspondent nodded: "I will pass on your words to the higher-ups. Comrade, you must prioritize your own safety."
He stood at attention, gave a military salute, and turned to relay the mission.
...
Around four o'clock in the evening, Ruan Xianxian, disguised as Zheng Hongkuan, stood in the bushes not far from the machinery factory. A figure silently emerged from behind a tree less than two meters away from her.
The person was tall and upright, but his face was obscured by shadows, so it was impossible to tell his nationality from his appearance alone.
She tentatively asked, "Japanese devils?"
A gaze that seemed to have a physical presence fell upon her, and an overwhelming killing intent swept over her. Ruan Xianxian's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.
Seeing her terrified and disheveled appearance, the man finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Ghost Blade."
Ghost Blade was the person Shotaro had instructed to meet with at the machine factory in the evening. As soon as he finished speaking, the figure vanished in the blink of an eye.
Only a faint, hoarse voice reached my ears: "Lead the way, I will follow you."
I almost blurted out "Holy shit!"
Ruan Xianxian was terrified. She used her hands and feet, and her buttocks, to back away, almost losing her voice in fright.
The system quickly reassured them: "Don't worry, don't worry. The person is on the trunk of that big tree at your ten o'clock position. It's not a ghost; it's just a little invisibility."
Ruan Xianxian continued to crane her neck, looking around with fearful eyes, her mind nonchalant: "I know."
Given Zheng Hongkuan's cowardly nature, his failure to make a corresponding statement would be a flaw.
She had long heard that there was a kind of scout called "ninja" in the island nation, which was said to be incredibly powerful. When she saw one in real life for the first time, even a bird would take a second look. She was really curious.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the tree at ten o'clock and saw a figure whose exterior color was almost the same as the tree trunk, quietly embracing the tree...
It reminded her of a certain marsupial in Australia.
They can't be said to be exactly the same, but they are somewhat related by blood.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Ghost Blade perched on a large tree, seemingly quite pleased with her concealment. Coming to her senses, she shakily rose to her feet, her voice trembling:
"Sir, are you there?"
Ghost Sword:? ? ?
After a moment of silence: "Shut up and lead the way!"
As two figures, one in the light and one in the shadows, arrived at the back wall of the machinery factory, Ruan Xianxian meticulously searched the wall inch by inch, muttering to herself:
"That shouldn't be the case! There's a hidden door in this textile factory. Sir, you have good eyesight, come out and help us search."
Ghost Blade didn't want to correct his form of address; he only wanted to kill. After waiting in the corner for more than ten minutes, he saw the fat man with his face pressed against the wall, making no progress whatsoever.
Having lost all patience, he had no choice but to show himself and join in the search for the door.
Finally, Ghost Blade stopped in front of a patch of withered ivy. Hidden among the bare branches, the outline of a corner door was faintly visible. He called to Ruan Xianxian:
"Director Zheng, is this the place?"
Ruan Xianxian leaned closer to look at the door and curled her lips. She pointed out that it was more credible than the one the other party found themselves.
He nodded excitedly after confirming: "That's right, the textile factory also has a door in a similar location, which leads directly to the back door of the main factory building after going around a few secluded roads."
She wasn't exaggerating; this road was the earliest prototype of an escape route, and the path it took was in the back alleys of factories and office buildings, sparsely populated and easy to evacuate quickly.
However, fire prevention awareness is currently weak, and several evacuation and escape routes are basically in a state of semi-obsolescence.
They were facing the door, and Ruan Xianxian stepped slightly to the side to make way: "Brother Guizi, you're an expert at sneaking in and picking locks, but can you open this door without a key?"
Ghost Sword:......
She glanced sideways at the person beside her. He was fat, cowardly, and had a sharp tongue. What was the point of his life except to produce excrement?
With a flick of his wrist, several streaks of silver light flashed from his fingertips. With a creak, the rusty iron door opened, and dust fell in a flurry.
Ruan Xianxian squinted and waved her hand a few times in front of her. When the dust settled, Gui Dao was nowhere to be seen.
She pursed her lips, unconcerned, and entered the machine yard through the open side gate. After winding her way through several turns, when her plump figure reappeared, the main factory area was in sight.
Ghost Blade appeared beside Ruan Xianxian, and the two bypassed the patrolling guards, arriving at a side gate on the side of the main factory area:
"See? You're skilled at picking locks and entering. I suggest getting in through the side door with minimal damage." Then he muttered under his breath:
"Isn't this better than causing a commotion and breaking through the front gate? I don't want to risk going to the front with a bomb on my back."
Ghost Blade glanced at her meaningfully, then walked to the metal door, which was as wide as two people's outstretched arms, and tested its thickness. With concentrated firepower, it could be opened within 2 minutes.
After considering it for a moment, he said, "Let's go."
"Okay!" Ruan Xianxian, with her big belly sticking out, followed along happily.
On the roof of a factory building across the street, a squad of well-trained soldiers stood ready. The squad leader, with a Type 97 sniper rifle slung over his shoulder and aiming at a dagger, asked in a deep voice:
"Should we kill him now? Please give us your instructions, leader."
Miyano stared at the smug yet lewd figure below, and had the strange feeling that it was his partner. He pressed his temples, wondering if his condition had worsened again.
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