"If you're lucky, you'll be able to stay here safely until reinforcements arrive." Duchamp watched the owl disappear into the sky, praying in his heart that this important thing would reach its destination without any problems.

This guided power owl, because of the power, does not fly as fast as a real bird, but if it does not encounter a magical beast, it is enough for Duchamp. In two or three hours, you can reach Kaslai, and in six hours at most, you can bring a reply.

He climbed down the wall and sat down in the big tent, finding his back wet and sweating since he had witnessed the scene a few hours earlier.

Duchamp took out a towel, moistened it with water, and slowly wiped the smell of sweat from his body.

Halfway through the wipe, he suddenly threw down the towel and covered his face with his hands.

"I'm really just an otaku!"

But now is not the time to say these frustrating words.

He slowly rummaged through the mess in his backpack to see what was available.

These things, including some gunpowder weapons and iron grenades he bought in Northumbria, he had not had a chance to practice, and he did not know if they would go wrong with their use.

Although the guide workbench is advanced, the person who made it is obviously a pacifist, and the product catalog is generally biased towards civilian use, and has little power.

"If Cassius brings people in, how can casualties be avoided as much as possible? There is only one exit in that place, and if the switch to control the elevator is underneath and does not go up, it will be useless. ”

"In such a big place, there must be ventilation holes hidden in those lawns and open-air buildings with purple flowers, and there must be other escape routes for these people, so they have to look for them." Duchamp pondered, and gave the guide an order to make a small spider.

This spider can use the same receiver as the one just now, so you can save a lot of money.

There is no rain now, which adds to the guarantee that the owl will reach its destination smoothly. He breathed a sigh of relief, whether it worked or not, brought himself two more rounds of treatment, and lay down in the tent to rest.

In his sleep, he seemed to hear the sound of the bone in his left shoulder healing, and perhaps when he woke up, he would be able to move without any problems.

Today, he was frightened and injured, and finally relaxed his spirit, and he fell asleep deeply.

While Duchamp was asleep.

On the dark waterway, two large ships sailed. A group of heavily armed soldiers stepped off the boat. As soon as they came, the bodyguards of various bigwigs had to obediently retreat to the bodyguard's rest area.

A middle-aged man with a dignified face, surrounded by a group of people, stepped off the boat.

The butler and a young man hurriedly greeted him with courtesy.

"George, how did you choose such a remote place?" The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the hidden knoll.

The young man smiled strangely: "Don't worry, there are only our own people here, and all the guests on the list have arrived." ”

After the middle-aged man left the docks, George commanded the soldiers, took over the defense of the island, divided patrol routes for them, and did not let go of places such as logistics and warehouses.

Duchamp was woken up by the system alarm.

He scrambled to his feet. On the guide workbench, the spider has been processed, which means that he has been sleeping for more than four hours.

He stared at the radar, where two red dots were steadily following the path in front of the warehouse.

Little Spider 2 climbed steadily onto the window and increased his visibility. Looking at the pace of walking, there were just two patrol officers, two men in Calvard republican ** suits.

Duchamp suddenly remembered a certain sentence from the butler he heard in the morning:

"There are military dignitaries in the local area at night!"

He quickly put away everything he could receive in the warehouse, and clenched his guiding staff in his right hand.

The two soldiers were just patrolling back and forth in the middle of nowhere, stopping somewhere occasionally.

All the local handymen, when ordered to do so, shrank into their rooms and did not go out again.

In the view of the spider lurking underground, there seemed to be no one at the entrance to the underground anymore.

Little Spider 2 climbed to the top of the Purple Hill, where the lights were bright.

Duchamp was observing the movements of the little spider, and suddenly, some Zzlara voices sounded in the window of the warehouse, and Duchamp couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw it, the owl had returned.

He hurriedly took a staircase, climbed up, and let the owl in.

He took the owl in his hand and examined it. When he saw the information encryption box, his heart was half cold. The message box was completely untouched, which means that the owl messenger did not find Cassius and returned the letter.

Duchamp pressed a mechanism inside, and the owl's eyes showed a picture of only two guerrillas, a man and a woman, inside the target building. Duchamp could see at a glance that the female guerrilla was the receptionist he had met once.

It dawned on Duchamp that he had misused the messenger and how it was possible for a busy man like Cassius to stay in his residence or in the guerrilla branch all the time.

He hurriedly opened the encryption box and added a few words at the end:

"Just now, a big man from the military suddenly arrived, and the island was full of armed soldiers. I'm safe. S at 11 p.m. on Aug. 18. ”

Then, he wrote two more sentences on a piece of sticky note, put the information box in its place, and stuffed the note into the owl's mouth. The way of receiving mail has been properly adjusted. When he saw that the two red dots were not on the side of the warehouse, he let the owl out again, and prayed in his heart that everything was safe.

The villa on the top of the purple hill is brightly lit at this time, and there are guests on each floor to greet each other. People who come here, if they are not qualified to take that special elevator downstairs, I am afraid that they will never think that this beautiful sandbar island clubhouse has a hidden other half of the world.

Spider-2 hurried towards one of the buildings, which was significantly more guarded than the others.

No one noticed that the fingernail-sized creature had infiltrated. It is mainly a banquet hall that is already filled with food and wine.

The house has only two floors, and the main characters are upstairs after looking at them.

The upstairs lounge was closed, with two bodyguards hidden outside.

The little spider crept cautiously over the edge of the carpet, and could already hear the conversation outside the closed door of the lounge, through the gap between the door and the floor.

A young and powerful voice was reporting: "Among the target figures, several are very cautious and will not leave the imperial capital for a single step. Including Locksmith of the Socialist Party and his deputy's partner Hannah, however, one of his assistants was successfully invited by us today. ”

A middle-aged voice snorted and said, "That old fox also wants to lure him into taking the bait, George, you think too simply, if you can win the election in this way, everyone will go to the intrigues." ”

The young voice replied respectfully, "Yes." ”

The middle-aged voice continued: "Otherwise, you can attend in my place tonight, I don't want to see these people." Anyone who can't resist the temptation and temptation is unreliable, and he may throw himself at you today, or he may throw himself at someone else tomorrow, and he is far from being loyal and reliable to his subordinates tempered by the army's iron-blooded will. ”

The young voice said, "My lord, it's okay if you don't want to be in public, as long as you let the people who want to see you come and see you one by one, they must be satisfied." ”

The middle-aged man muttered: "Then, let's arrange it like this, only for those who can provide strong support, and the ordinary small fish and shrimp will be forgotten." ”

When Duchamp heard this, he knew that he had inadvertently bumped into something top-secret, and a layer of fine sweat oozed from his body, and he hurriedly pressed the record button of the receiver.