At first glance, Antares could tell that the peculiar building on the top platform definitely had a lot to do with the "Archon". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This judgment is due to the peculiar appearance of the peculiar building.

This is not to say that in Antares's head, if a building is related to the "Archon", then it must have a strange appearance.

It's just that, due to the repeated research of the "consul" day and night in the past few months, Antares has already studied all the information related to the "consul" clearly.

This, of course, also includes all the materials that Lindebyer helped the "Archon" buy, as well as the origin, limitations, and models of these materials...... and uses.

That's the key.

It was already late, and when I looked up, the edge of the sky, above the lights of various colors, was covered with layers of red, red, green and green spots, and above my head, it was not pure pitch black, but a mixture of dark blue and sauce black.

The city was lit up everywhere, but it didn't take much brains or light, and even, even from a distance of nearly a thousand meters, Antares could still faintly see that somewhere on the exterior of the strange building, there were two small frames supporting half of the edges; The edges of the peculiar building, with many extremely long thin strips, flutter gently; At the top of the strange building, there are many small sticks in groups of three, holding up a thin long line to the sky......

"HST Small Steel...... ICG Air Temperature Measuring Rod...... PP Radio Generator ...... OS spirometer ......"

Like any pedestrian taking a short break after a walk, Antares leaned his whole body comfortably against the parapet of the flood promenade.

At this time, the hands of this Mr. FBI, caressing the cement paint of a foreign country, his eyes are looking at the target thousands of kilometers away, and his mouth is gently reading out the names of various new high-tech materials that can only be produced in his own homeland for the time being.

If the objects on Lindebyer's list appear only one in a strange building, it may be too far away, a visual error; If two things come together, it's probably just a coincidence; However, there are three, four, and five in a row......

Antares, then, felt that the most important action he should take now was not to stand here in a daze, like a fool, and keep his eyes wide open.

Ten minutes later, Antares climbed onto the top floor platform of another six-story building next to the Barbecue Galaxy building.

Yes, HST steel, the smallest model, can easily support such a heavy load; Yes, the ICG air temperature measuring rod, regardless of color, length, or number of branches, is exactly the same as the sample in the photograph; Yes, PP radio generator, a group of three, stable and efficient; Yes, OS spirometer......

It took Mr. FBI only a minute to determine that this peculiar building, on the outside, made extensive use of all kinds of materials sent by Lindbyer.

Immediately after, a series of questions rushed into Antares' mind.

What kind of building is this?

Why was it built here?

What is the purpose of these materials?

According to the conversations of several passengers on the plane, the entire building, all of which was purchased by the same owner, for what reason?

Is the "Archon" here? If the "consul" is here, then he hides it so thoroughly on the Internet, but why is his mailing address so direct? If the "consul" is not here, then what is the relationship between the master here and the consul?

Antares propped his hands on the side of the parapet that was slightly low next to the platform for his average height in the Star-Spangled Nation, and he closed his eyes slightly, allowing these closely related questions to collide in his head.

Soon, Antares reopened his eyes, and in just a few minutes, he made many decisions, the first of which was to find the owner of the barbecue galaxy, the owner of the entire building, and the owner of the strange building on the top floor, and take a few looks for himself.

So, not long after, at the door of the barbecue galaxy main store, a young man, raising his palm with blue sleeves, stopped in front of Antares, and said politely: "I'm sorry, sir, our store is closed for the time being tonight. ”

Not open to the public? Party?

Golden opportunity!

Antares smiled gently, dozens of methods flashed through his mind, and a few simple syllables blurted out from his mouth: "Huh? ”

"I'm sorry, sir, but our store is closed for the time being tonight."

"Huh?" Antares tilted his head slightly, glaring slightly, and still didn't seem to hear clearly.

Neither of the two waiters, attracted by his action, noticed that the gentleman's left hand, dangling from the seam of his trousers, was rapidly pressing the shutter of some kind of micro-machine.

"I'm sorry, sir, but our store is closed for the time being tonight."

The young man who spoke was quite patient, and the young man standing next to him did not have any anxiety. The situation in front of him made Antares quickly judge: the boss of the barbecue galaxy---- this guy who has a lot to do with the "Archon", should have sufficient management skills----.

"Oh......"

At the door, Antares tilted his head, making it look as if he had finally understood what the clerk was saying.

Then, with a slight frown, the F.B.I. took two steps back and forth, aptly acting as if he had been surprised, and thus a little at a loss. At the same time, this action also made the micro-machine that Antares was holding in his left hand change the shooting angle several times very necessary and secretly.

After two seconds, Antares judged that the number of photos of the store should be sufficient. Then, his expression made him seem as if he had suddenly discovered something: "Huh? ...... owner"

"Boss?" Both waiters turned back at the same time.

At the same moment, according to the angle and direction of the two waiters' heads turned to pay attention, Antares instantly determined that a young man who was sitting near a small table, wearing a coat and looking slightly thin, was the person he should pay attention to.

"I'm sorry, I read it wrong."

By the time the two waiters turned around, Antares had already turned, taken two steps, and put the last micromachine, which had been working several times in a row, from several angles, into his trouser pocket.

This simple contact lasted less than twenty seconds in total.

For this trip to China, Antares has been practicing for nearly half a year for the common language of China.

However, the experience of the FBI, as well as its code, has taught Antares that half a year is not enough to seamlessly use a language that is not his native language.

So, for more than ten seconds, from beginning to end, Mr. FBI tried to make the words that came out of his mouth as simple and short as possible.

This is a fact that no one can blame: for the first time, it was "En? ”； The second time, it was "Huh? ”； The third time, it was "Oh? ”。

Doing so is really effective. The two waiters at the gate of the barbecue galaxy didn't realize from beginning to end that the middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, black clothes and black pants just now was wearing all kinds of disguises from head to toe, and it was the first time he set foot on the land of China.

And in the barbecue galaxy storefront, the level 33 parasite didn't hear the sufficiently complex syllables of "boss" that he made the corner of his level 33 eyes quickly sweep over the body of the gentleman at the door.

Yes, just a sweep.

……

12:10 a.m.

In a small hotel about 700 meters from the barbecue galaxy, in a small room near the road.

As if there was a waterbed in a five-star hotel in the Stars and Stripes underneath his buttocks, Antares lay comfortably on the slightly yellowed sheets, staring intently at the two laptops on the covers.

In the display screen on the left: at the door of the barbecue galaxy store, the flow of people going out is gradually thinning;

On the display screen on the right: Barbecue on the top floor platform of the Milky Way, a thin figure opened the door and walked into the strange-looking building.

……

A minute later.

Starry Sky Observation Room.

In front of Wu Xiaoyu, the dense display screen started at the same time.

The mechanical arm stretched out the circuit keyboard, Wu Xiaoyu put his fingers on it, and quickly operated it, while his eyes were cast to the direction of the bottom of the right side at the same time.

On a certain display screen: on the side of the flood control avenue, a middle-aged man, leaning against the guardrail, his eyes fixed on the direction of the camera, and his mouth was full of words;

On a certain display screen: on the top of the building next to him, the same middle-aged man is holding a low wall with his hands, facing the direction of the camera, closing his eyes and meditating. The gentleman then pulled out a small instrument from the suitcase he was carrying, carefully installed it in a pile of miscellaneous items, and carefully arranged some visual camouflage;

On a display screen: on the side of the barbecue galaxy storefront, it is still the same middle-aged man, who takes a fairly quick approach to arrange another small instrument in the landscape bushes. Then, he walked to the door of the store with a natural expression, negotiated with the two waiters, negotiated for eighteen seconds, and took thirty-one photos.

On a display screen: A middle-aged man quickly walked out of the flood control avenue.

On a display screen: A middle-aged man is walking on a pontoon road directly connected to the flood control avenue, looking up at both sides.

On a display screen: A middle-aged man walked into a small hotel called "Home".

Seeing this, Wu Xiaoyu's fingernails slid on the circuit keyboard at a sudden speed.

In an instant, outside the starry sky observation room, dozens of prismatic mirrors slipped out of a thumb-sized hole.

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