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Mu Feng wrote down the address on the piece of paper, and then put it away closely, a big city like Honglan is not suitable for hiding, and the ubiquitous surveillance has an indescribable sense of suffocation for him now.

It is hidden in the city, and it is no longer suitable for this era.

A makeover is a must.

Mu Feng first found a barber shop, repaired it briefly, and then went to a high-end clothing store, and used one of the black cards to crack the code to buy two sets of expensive clothes.

Take a bath, eat, change clothes.

This man depends on his clothes, and his horse depends on the saddle, and when he changes into the newly bought clothes, the whole person becomes the same.

In the mirror, he quickly changed from a young man to a mature and stable young talent.

The number of these three months has not squatted in vain, for Mu Feng, this is a great transformation in life, and he has matured.

Wearing a pair of glasses adds a bit of tough and elegant temperament.

Now when he goes out and says that he is an entrepreneur, no one will doubt it.

Mu Feng mastered He Miao's account books, which was equivalent to mastering many secrets in those black cards.

These secrets are not just He Miao alone, it is a group of people, and these people all have secret transactions with the Black Prison and He Miao.

Once thrown out, it is a shocking case.

Many black cards have not been used since they were handed over to He Miao, and they have not even changed their passwords.

Although it is said that the black card is moved, the original holder of the card may know, but these herdsmen do not care.

These black money are ill-gotten gains, and they don't need to be used in vain.

As long as he doesn't touch those huge black cards, the chance of being tracked down is extremely low.

Besides, he was about to leave Honglan City, penniless, and he didn't need to have ready-made products in his hand, could it be that he was allowed to steal or rob them?

The mall anonymously bought a safe and put those black cards and ledgers in it, which had to be kept by his side and not left to be safe.

He also has one less personal contact terminal.

"I'm going to buy a personal terminal, do you have an anonymous one?"

"Sir, you must register your real name to purchase a personal terminal." The shopping guide explained with great difficulty.

"That's 10,000 credits, I know you have a way." Mu Feng threw a black card pass.

"Sir, can you wait a minute...... "The shopping guide's eyes lit up, took the black card, and quickly ran to the back.

Money can make ghosts grind, it has been a truth since ancient times.

"Hello sir, I am the account manager of our store, what kind of personal terminal do you need, we can customize it for you." The enthusiastic account manager trotted all the way over.

Three minutes later, Mu Feng was very satisfied with a personal terminal, which could connect to the human intelligence network system, but the registered personal information was fake.

Of course, Mu Feng will not use it directly, he will log in to the intelligent network system, modify the fake information, and erase all traces of modification.

He is a mechanic and a capable cyber hacker.

In this day and age, you can't survive without a personal terminal.

Information collection, external communication, wealth management, transfer and consumption, etc., are all solved on a personal terminal.

Mu Xiaofeng, male, 26 years old, middle school education, from Honglancheng, both parents died, and he grew up in a child welfare college......

Fabricating a perfect resume, these pastors were already thinking about it when they decided to escape from prison.

It's just that he didn't expect that things would go so smoothly.

With a cup of coffee, Mu Feng has completed all this, and since then, he has another identity.

As long as this identity is not seriously investigated, nothing can be found.

"Miss, pay the bill."

"Sir, thirty credits!"

Mu Feng picked up the newly bought personal terminal, and with a slight click, thirty credits were transferred.

Mu Feng decided to leave first, in addition to his own safety, he also wanted to know more about the woman who had a night in the secret room with him.

He had no other choice.

Jianing Town, No. 26 Shuixi Street, hammer machine repair

What kind of people are these, take such an old-fashioned name, check the map, this town is more than a thousand kilometers away from Honglan City.

It takes more than an hour to take the intercity high-speed train to Dongyang City, and then transfer to the urban rail transit.

After tossing for five or six hours, Mu Feng finally came to Jianing Town.

The town is not big, but the smell of it makes him feel comfortable, and it should be very comfortable.

It is also 300 kilometers away from the Federal Lanka Hill Fortress, which is now occupied by the Yu people.

The Federation re-established a new defensive position in an area about two hundred kilometers from the town of Jianing.

According to the military regulations of the Federation, Jianing Town can be regarded as a quasi-front line.

On the street, he saw familiar armored vehicles, mechs, and hordes of soldiers, and in the center of the town, he even saw the town's hospital requisitioned by the army as a field medical center.

Mu Feng was afraid of meeting acquaintances here, but fortunately, another army was stationed here.

Moreover, it is also the main field group army, and the troops served by Mufeng are only reserves, and the equipment is replaced by the main battle troops.

The Yu tribe was obviously not prepared to fight this battle, and their preparation was insufficient, and after occupying the Lanka Mountain Fortress, they were weak in succession.

When heavy troops were mobilized from the rear, the main field army on the federal side was also in place, and after more than two months of fighting, the troops invested by both sides plus logistics support troops had already reached one million.

The current situation is a tug-of-war, and no one can break through the opponent's defense in a short time.

This kind of tug-of-war is a huge consumption of manpower and material resources for both sides.

According to the map, Mu Feng found Shuixi Street, "Hammer Machine Repair".

The gate is very broken, the sign is rusty, and the important thing is that the gate is still locked, and there is a note pasted on it, which reads crookedly: "The owner is out, please contact the personal terminal ...... if you have something"

"Hey, who's that?" Mu Feng entered the other party's personal terminal account, and after a dozen beeps, a loud and rushing voice came from the earpiece.

"Are you Mr. Luo?"

"It's me, it's good if you call me Luo Kidnapper, if you have something to say, I'm busy, I don't have time to chat with you." There was a lot of noise on the other side's personal terminal.

"Mr. Luo, there is a young lady surnamed Lan who asked me to come to you......"

"Okay, you wait, don't move, I'll go back right away!" Before Mu Feng finished speaking, he hung up the communication in a hurry.

Thundered......

After about five or six minutes, there was a roar behind him, the dust was flying, and a locomotive that looked like it was about to be thrown into the museum braked sharply and stopped.

A big man in work leather pants jumped out of the car, with a rotten cigar in his mouth, dark and shiny skin on his upper body, but his temples were a little gray, and his right leg and foot seemed to have some problems, and he walked with a limp.

"Hahaha, brother, Miss said to introduce me to a helper, I didn't expect you to arrive so soon?" The big man's greasy hand reached out, his face was bright, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"Miss, you said Miss is Lan Xin?"

"That's right, it's Miss Lan Xin, my name is Luo Pojun, bandit: Luo Kidnapper, brother, what do you call it?"

"Mu Xiaofeng!" Mu Feng stretched out his hand and shook it, he used to be a mechanic, and he did this business, all like this, he didn't have the slightest dislike for it.

"Brother Mu, the Federation has been fighting with the Yu clan recently, and there is a serious shortage of mechanics in their army, and we, the retired veterans, have been re-recruited to serve and repair armor and mecha for them, and this shop will be temporarily closed, but I have to come back to sleep at night......"

Luo Pojun opened the lock while explaining to Mu Feng.

The roller shutter door was opened, and a foul smell of "oil" rushed in, and all kinds of parts were disorganized, piled up into a small mountain, leaving only a narrow passage in the middle.

"I'm sorry, I'm really a little messy here......" Luo Pojun's old face turned red, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay."

Mu Feng grew up in a civilian area since he was a child, this kind of single middle-aged and elderly man, with no woman around him, and mixed like this, is basically the same.

It is a small two-storey building facing the street, with a shop in front of the first floor and his workshop in the back.

The place is not small, but the space is too crowded, parts and equipment are mixed, and there is no order at all.

On the first floor is the living area with bedroom and study, kitchen and bathroom downstairs.

"Luo Guizi, Luo Guizi, you come over quickly, there is a hydraulic propulsion system that can't be handled, and it is urging to ......" Luo Pojun's personal terminal suddenly rang.

"Brother Mu, take a look at the room yourself, the upstairs room, you can live in whichever one you want, you don't want anything, it's okay to throw it away!"

“…… I said boss, I'll leave for a while, and I'll go back immediately, don't rush ......."

The table was full of wine bottles, staggering, and leftovers, a whooshing smell, and the trash cans were stuffed, and on the sofa, all kinds of magazines that were not suitable for children, and I don't know where he got them......

There was a musty smell, the windows hadn't been opened for many days, and the floor was dirty.

Where do people live?

The door of the bathroom was hidden, and I glanced at the pile of clothes on the washing machine, at least a week, and when I looked down, a yellow TT under the crack of the door showed a small half, and there seemed to be some unknown liquid left in it.

"That Brother Mu, I'm in a bit of a hurry, I have to go back quickly, what do you say?" Luo Pojun put away his personal terminal and asked embarrassedly.

"Here, how much is the rent, I'll rent it for three months first......"

"Okay, no problem, you can live as long as you want, rent or something, forget it, you're a young lady......"

Di Di Di ......

"It's coming, it's coming, don't rush, okay, okay, five minutes ......"

"Brother Mu, when are you moving in?"

"Now, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'll send the permission to your personal terminal, here, you can do whatever you want, if you don't like it, throw it away......"

Although he can go out and stay in a better hotel now, at this time, he needs to hide himself.

This is undoubtedly the best place to hide.