With a "bang", Lin Meng closed the door and turned to the gopher sitting on the sofa and asked, "Then what is my task from tomorrow?"

"This is your new identity now, take a look" Hearing Lin Meng's words, the gopher took out a folded crumpled file bag from his jacket pocket and handed it to Lin Meng. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Wang Lin, male, 32 years old, laborer from northeast China." There were also several documents in the file that proved his identity.

"What am I going to do," Lin Meng asked without raising his head, looking at the documents in his hand.

"In the afternoon, I will take you to a food speed transportation company called 'Kuaike', which has already been sorted out, and if nothing else, you can go directly to work tomorrow. This company is responsible for the daily distribution of vegetables and fruits and other food for the experimental base, so that you have the opportunity to contact our target person, of course, if the doctor can bring out the genetic medicine, then we don't have to take such a risk, but the preparations that need to be made still have to be done, you go to lurk first, just to familiarize yourself with the situation first, if the first plan doesn't work, then we will activate your volt then, is there anything else you don't understand?" the gopher asked.

"Equipment, I need equipment," Lin Meng didn't want to say.

"In the bedroom, there is a secret compartment in the wardrobe at the innermost end of the door, and I have put all my things in it. The gopher pointed to the bedroom.

"Then when are we going to leave for the transportation company?" Lin Meng asked, looking up at the closet in the bedroom.

"Don't worry, eat lunch first, let's go, I'll invite you to try the most characteristic local pizza, and then tell you about some local precautions" The gopher looked at the watch on his wrist and smiled enthusiastically.

Looking at the colorful pizzas and all kinds of salads in front of him, Lin Meng really couldn't arouse any interest, for Lin Meng, who grew up eating Chinese food, Western-style pizza was just like that, lackluster and only used to fill his stomach. But the only bright spot is that the juice is good, and the original taste is much better than the domestic black-hearted goods. Seeing that the gopher frequently signaled Lin Meng to eat, Lin Meng had no choice but to grab a piece of pizza and stuff it into his mouth as dry food. Sweet and sour and a little spicy, what kind of taste is this, Lin Meng, who ate it, frowned slightly.

"How is it, isn't it an endless aftertaste" Looking at the gopher sitting in the car, Lin Meng really didn't know what to say. I had to nod and reply, "It's okay."

"Ha, I knew you would like it" Hearing Lin Meng's answer, the gopher said very happily.

Half an hour later, I got in the car......

"It's three blocks from here to where you go to work, about a fifteen-minute drive, and by the way, there's a second-hand Chevrolet sedan parked downstairs with the key on the top bedside table on the left side of your bedroom. The oil is already filled, and you will be commuting to and from it every day from now on. The gopher suddenly remembered this and immediately explained. Lin Meng nodded to indicate that he understood.

Looking at the various buildings flying away outside the car window, Lin Meng's mind quickly recorded the driving route of the Ford. After a while, I sorted out a driving route in my mind for going to work in the future. Observation, shorthand, and analysis are the most basic survival skills of every intelligence officer. After all, agents and intelligence officers often operate in the sphere of hostile forces, which is a light death, so at this time, the test of whether an agent is good enough and whether he can live longer depends on these usual details. Therefore, for the sake of his own life, Lin Meng would do his homework every time he went to a place, carefully observing and studying the road distribution and building layout of this place, so as to reserve a feasible retreat route for himself in case of emergencies.

Ten minutes later, the Ford pulled into a small-looking wholesale vegetable market.

"Hey, Blake, how are you doing, that's what I mentioned to you about my nephew, Wang," the gopher shouted at a black man as he parked the car and was far away. "King, this is Black, my old fellow," the gopher said with a smile on his face.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Blake, my name is Wang Lin, I just came to Las Vegas" Lin Meng politely stretched out his hand to greet.

"Oh, hi, Wang, I'm glad to meet you, welcome to Las Vegas" The black man first shook Lin Meng's hand warmly, and then gave Lin Meng a hug. Feeling Lin Meng's sturdy body, "Oh, Jack, your nephew is much stronger than you," Blake teased at the gopher. At this time, Lin Meng knew that the English name of the gopher was Jack, of course, there is a high probability that this is fake.

"Shut up, Blake, I'll be able to fight Lily from the Rose Bar for at least three hundred rounds," the gopher shot back as he stared at Blake. The Rose Bar is located in the next block not far from here, and the employees here love to go there to drink and relax after work, and the gopher often invites Black to drink there in order to get through the relationship with the black Blake, and he gets acquainted with a stripper named Lily.

"Oh, come on, Jack, I bet if you dare to go to Lily's bed, I guess I'll have to visit you in the hospital tomorrow, and Lily will you out. Hearing the gopher's words, Blake exclaimed with a strange face.