"It's very dangerous to go to the imperial capital. Take care, brother. ”

Frank, who has half a foot in the intelligence community, and Pippins, a rookie in the police world, quickly established a relationship similar to "irreversible friends". It's just that today the two of them switched places - this time it was not Lieutenant Frank Mazarnoch who went to Garcia to collect intelligence. Rather, it was the internal Superintendent Volgaard Pippens.

Frank was not able to appear on the front line of espionage because of his prominent status as a swordsman - and Pippins, a shepherd-turned-miner, seemed safer, so the two of them came to a royal chariot and transposed. Presumably, few people can associate the emaciated shepherd husband of the past with the sturdy "merchant who enters the city" now.

"I've already died once, and I shouldn't be promoted two levels in a row this time." Joking, Pippins' hands were trembling slightly, who wouldn't be afraid of death? A calm person is not afraid of death, that is a lie.

"In the depths, behind enemy lines, everything must be cautious." Frank couldn't help but ask again and again. Although he only sneaked around the city a few times to take some photos and videos, he knew the difficulty of working behind enemy lines...... One mistake is a complete loss. "Remember, the chiefs and what I have taught you......"

Elta Army - No, the Portal Base Commander decided to gather the former PLA scouts and continue the style of the Eastern Sabotage Mission in the direct region, and find a way to get a few prototypes of the Demon Powder Gun from the "leaky city of Garcia".

Of course, it would be best if they could get a living Magic Lance infantry, but before doing all this, the task force needed detailed information - not a vague view of Garcia City from the sky, but to know where the Magic Lance infantry were camping, the direction and openings of each surrounding building, and the usual high ground and defense of the main points.

Of course, Pippins, who went behind enemy lines and reused the Chamber of Commerce as a base, did not go empty-handed. From the lowest-end telescopes and daggers, to the high-end Gopros and bugs, radios, and 06-type micro-sound guns, he almost crushed his bags to the point of nothing.

Now, as he thought about his peers' attention, he watched as the soldiers defending the city began to negotiate with the smiling president of the Chamber of Commerce—and then tried to persuade him not to look at the bag that was placed on the carriage and blended with the other cloth bags.

“…… Chairman, as a rule, we should inspect the goods. The little soldier who stood up straight had a serious face, as if they were no longer greedy for money from this day on.

The smiling face of the president of the Chamber of Commerce could not see the slightest change of color, but he took out an object from the cloth bag in his hand that made the eyes of the soldiers around him widen, and said slowly: "Please also ask all the warriors to be accommodating, our chamber of commerce's caravan has been walking for most of the day, and it has been delayed for a long time when it went ashore in Sanqiao Town, and the weather is too hot." ”

It was a snow-white bone china soup bowl. The white reflection, as clear as a jewel and as soft as jade, instantly dazzled the eyes of all the soldiers who came up to them.

"This is an order from Master Ofer Mondridge, how dare I disobey it?" The soldier next to him couldn't hold it back, so he hurriedly came up and made up a sentence.

"It's okay, it's okay." The smile of the president of the Chamber of Commerce seemed to freeze frame, and the mouth of the cloth bag was wide open. "There are no cold drinks for the contemptible people, only these broken bowls, and please all the warriors go to the door to rest, and don't trouble me and other businessmen."

Not far away, in a pretending relaxed demeanor, a hand soaked in hot and cold sweat rested firmly on the handle of the whispering gun.

The sergeants looked at each other, and then they all scattered to make way - this was a routine blackmail procedure, and since the Elta people had done it, why couldn't the Church of the Two Moons do it?

The president of the Chamber of Commerce respectfully handed over the cloth bag before turning around. The smile on his face was probably too stiff for Pippons to see—and he let go of the handle of his gun hidden under his jacket pocket and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Pippens, don't be too nervous. Such trivial things are just the old system of Elta, which the Bimonthly Church has inherited. ”

The interception line of the garrison horses in the city gate gradually opened, and the horses leading the wagons let out a long neigh, and continued to move slowly. Pippons's gaze had quietly changed to contempt as he watched the soldiers—they were now looking greedily at the small bone china bowls they had just been given, one or two for each person, without the slightest concern for the people and cars passing in front of them, let alone the face of sharing the spoils after the people had gone away.

"In this way, it is still the 'mainstay of national salvation'." After entering Garcia City, Pippons vented and spat on the disgusting dirt pavement.

Once upon a time, his superiors and he were in the same way in the territory of Doniva "fighting the lord's cavalry and doing some side hustle". But now that he has become accustomed to the new Elta's routine, the fate of exchanging money and goods for personal gain in any department of Elta is obvious - the comrades-in-arms who were also in the first batch of surrenders have already been sent directly to the labor camp for receiving money and goods from the recruits...... Managers at all levels under the actual control of the Otherworldly have absolutely zero tolerance for these behaviors, let alone such semi-overt robbery.

Feng Shui takes turns, and the once hungry low-ranking soldier has become a real soldier - and it's no wonder he scoffs at what he did less than a year ago. The new Elta and the rule-making Otherworlders have created a bright avenue for them to be fed and clothed without having to fight against the common people, and they don't have to take any more courageous risks.

As soldiers, the empty words of defending the country are now suddenly turned into gold by their instructors with every roar, and have become a sense of responsibility pressed on the shoulders of every qualified soldier of Elta.

It turns out that my past self is also living the same absurd and muddy life as now! Pippons's mind replayed the imperceptible disdain in the chamber president's smile. The combination of the two made him blush a little.

"It doesn't matter who else you change." The president of the Chamber of Commerce didn't know about Pippons's past, so he naturally saw the look on his face and started talking to him. "In the past, when there was chaos, these soldiers and ruffians were all asking for bags and bags of grain, and it was common for a cart of wheat flour to travel for ten days and half a month and only five or six percent remained."

"So every time the army is mobilized, the price of goods will be much higher." Pippons continued with a wry smile, "But as far as I know, Charles was too expensive to live before he asked the Church of the Two Moons to perform the Divine Miracle. ”

The shepherd had a running lamb in front of him, but he couldn't do it - he remembered it very well.

"We old guys who touch the money every day don't understand why, life is obviously good, there are no natural disasters, officials everywhere are not sincere, but we don't dare to go too far. That's it, I don't know when many people can't afford even wheat flour mixed with wheat husk and sand, isn't it? ”

Pippons asked the question, too, but their instructors laughed and didn't answer—he knew the answer to the question would be a full year away. At this time, he could only be silent.

"If you want to talk about farming, the village chiefs play tricks to raise prices with us, which is not like this. Moreover, the iron tools and salt we sold to them also rose sharply, and the village chiefs of each village came forward to talk to us, and the peasants under their rule would not have survived without the price increase. Alas, the way of the world is really changing. ”

As the two sat in the car and talked, the carriage passed through the empty and useless ghetto area, and Pippens began fiddling with the GoPro in his hand. In terms of operation, he didn't have to worry about it, but the cloth bag wrapped around his waist was specially designed, with a roll cage and external buttons inside. As soon as Pippons pressed the exposed button, the light projected through the hole was normal, and he could start pointing his body at the scene and start filming.

As for the batteries, he kept in mind the approximate recording time of two hours per battery. The cart behind him had at least a dozen replacement batteries in its package, which was nothing.

Of course, the most trusted thing for a qualified intelligence officer is his eyes and ears. Highly trained intelligence officers can measure the length and direction of a street with precise step counts, and recreate all the light and dark posts in a square from memory. Pippons has been trained in sketching to enhance instantaneous memory, but he still has too little to learn, and he needs the equipment to help him steal a Yangguan Avenue between the cities that a strange soldier can touch.

Pippens, who is now following the carriage, and the GoPro on his waist are good at recording the large swaths of abandoned buildings in the imperial capital. These wooden slum buildings are on the verge of collapse in chains.

It's not bad to use as a hiding place for the task force," Pippons thought to himself.

It's a pity that the houses outside look quite intact, and the inside is a paradise for small animals. Pippons, accustomed to clean camp beds and cleaner police quarters, was already dissatisfied with the cabins on the road, and if he wanted to know what was going on, he would definitely retract his preface.

"It's just like that, and it's only been a few months that it's been in this dilapidated state." Perhaps seeing the dissatisfaction in Pippins' eyes, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, who was holding the reins, hurriedly took over the conversation. The young man in front of him was a spy hand-picked by an outsider, and he was so high that he didn't know where to go compared to the intelligence officers running around -- in terms of familiarity with the imperial capital, the intelligence officers sent abroad were definitely not as good as him -- this was the best opportunity for meritorious service.

"I haven't been here before, so I'm just disappointed." Pippons sighed as he looked at the empty row near the end. "It's still the imperial capital, and the castle is like a little bit."

"The 100-meter-tall buildings in Mendong City are much better looking than this." The president of the chamber of commerce suddenly remembered his wife, who had been on a small steamboat with him and lingering in Mendong City, and women were obviously less able to resist that charming power.

What he didn't expect was that Pippons responded to his compliment indifferently-

"What is this, the spire we saw in the realm of the aliens, the top of the tower is still above the clouds."