Two days later, in the morning, the owner of an electrical repair shop came to the "Wolf's Nest".

He is more familiar with Og. He usually has any line failure here, as long as it is not complicated and is in a hurry to use it, he will be looking for him.

"Is the camera broken?" The man, who is nearly middle-aged, looked up at the equipment at the door.

Like most people in Honghe, he looks older and his skin seems to have been sanded.

Although Ogre removed the "hypnosis" and had no memory of retribution, he still nodded:

"Yes, it's all broken, so I'll come to you to have a look.

"If it really doesn't work, I'll replace it with a new one. It's been using it for several years anyway."

The owner of the electrical repair shop smiled:

"Yes, I have bought a few second-hand ones, and the quality is pretty good."

"Ricci, are you sure it's second-hand, not third-hand, and fourth-hand?" Og made a joke, greeted other members of the "Black Shirt Party" and brought a simple ladder to the owner of the electrical repair shop.

Ritchie started to check in turn, and when he could see the camera deep in the "Wolf's Nest", his expression suddenly became a dazed.

He took out a memory card from the toolkit he carried with him and replaced the one inside.

After a brief check and confirming that there were no items such as trackers attached, Ritchie stuffed this electronic product with surveillance video into her pocket.

Soon, he "fixed" the camera, collected Aug's money, and left the wolf's den.

Back at the store, he found an envelope that had written the address and recipient at some point.

At this moment, a man and a woman wearing sunglasses entered his shop.

"Can this be fixed?" The woman with a ponytail took out a small speaker with a blue background and black surface.

Ritchie had to put down the envelope, memory card, take the speaker, connect it to his N-mobile computer, and check if there was any problem.

The tall man quickly picked up the envelope and said with a smile:

"Love letter?"

"No." Ritchie conditionally snatched back the envelope, preventing the other party from seeing the receiving address.

The man didn't force himself and waited for Ritchie to repair the speaker.

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The singing rang out quickly.

"It's OK," Ritchie said in confusion.

The man wearing sunglasses opened his mouth wide:

"You are so awesome, just touch it and let it go!"

"..." Ritchie didn't know how to respond.

The woman with ponytail asked immediately:

"How much?"

"1,1 Drages." Ritchie didn't want to charge money, but since the other party said that, he didn't want to give up this opportunity to make money.

The woman with a ponytail took out 1 Draser's coin and pushed it to him.

After watching the two leave with small speakers, Ricci checked the envelope and confirmed that there were not many trackers inside.

He quickly put the memory card in and sealed it.

When it was almost noon, he pulled up the store and put the letter into the only mailbox in the block.

In the afternoon, a postman wearing a green uniform and riding a shabby bicycle took the letter, stuffed it into his shoulder bag, and stayed with the rest of the letters.

Then, he followed a fixed route and passed different postal boots.

When he arrived at an apartment near the Red Giant Wolf District, the postman's expression suddenly became confused.

He took out Ritchie's letter.

The address on the letter is not here at all.

The two are completely in the opposite direction.

After mistakenly delivering the letter into a mailbox in the apartment, the postman left.

Time passes by quickly and night falls gradually.

A man living in this apartment returned to this day after his exhausted work.

When passing through the mailbox area, he opened his own one and took out the letter inside.

After seeing the address that was completely wrong on the letter, the short and strong man's expression changed slightly.

He climbed the stairs to the fifth floor and walked along the aisle to where he lived.

When passing by a neighbor's house, he suddenly bent down and tied his shoelaces.

During this process, he quietly stuffed the letter in his hand into the crack of the neighbor's door.

Pulling the curtains, in the dimly lit room, a slightly pale hand picked up the letter.

The hand then opened the letter and took out the memory card inside.

The owner of the hand briefly checked and again confirmed that there were no additional electronic products attached to the envelope and the memory card surface.

He found a dead bug in the envelope, thinking that it should have flew in before the letter was sealed.

The owner of the hand opened his own laptop computer and inserted the memory card into the attached card reader.

He just opened the newly appeared drive letter, and the computer suddenly became very slow.

Immediately afterwards, the silent state of the speaker was released and the volume was pulled to the maximum.

Woo! Woo!

A harsh sound like a fire truck echoed throughout the room, and closed windows came out.

Immediately afterwards, a male voice shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I am the priest of the 'Anti-intellectual Church', come and catch me!

"I am a priest from the 'Anti-intellectual Church', come and catch me!"

The owner of the hand suddenly stood up and ran directly to the door without trying to stop the out-of-control computer.

When he opened the room door, the sound from the computer speaker changed again.

A male voice rang out slightly resentfully:

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The owner of the hand was slowing down a beat and quickly returned to normal.

He followed the stairs to the second floor, turned directly into the aisle here, rushed into one of the houses who were making supper at the door, and jumped from their windows into the alley behind the apartment.

Bang!

The stone chips splashed in front of the master's feet, and a bullet almost hit him.

This is not like a sniper failing to aim, but is closer to doing it on purpose, which is equivalent to a warning.

The owner of the hand was stunned for a moment and slowly raised his hands.

He no longer tried to run away because the next shot might hit him in the body, and the sniper was not something he could influence.

At first, the city could not resist weapons, and the back alley was relatively secluded. After such a gunshot created a brief period of tension, pedestrians on the street outside quickly threw the matter behind their heads, and only a small number of enthusiastic people tried to find the sheriff and asked him to send his men to the alley to see what was going on.

The master of the hand waited for a while, and a figure appeared in front of him.

The visitor was Shang Jianyao wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt. He closed his eyes and showed a warm smile and said:

"I'm not the one who shot."

He means that the person responsible for sniping is still there, so don’t think about playing tricks.

The master of the hand was silent and did not respond.

But his mind was filled with a sharp change.

The best way he analyzed was to control the person in front of him and use him as a hostage to fight against snipers in the distance.

Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and saw a brown-haired and brown-eyed man in front of him who was about 1.7 meters tall, with a haggard face, and a not very good mental state but not too tired.

"Father's Father." He sighed and shook his head.

In this tracking, the "old commissioning team" used Jiang Baimian's ability to induce bioelectric signals and the viruses written by Gnava.

They originally followed Ricci, the owner of the electrical repair shop, but found that this was just a tool guy. So they took advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet sealed the envelope and used the excuse of repairing the small speakers to get a small bug in.

In the eyes of people who do not understand the corresponding abilities, this is just a trivial thing and will not be noticed at all. There are often no similar things in other letters on the postman.

In this way, it is equivalent to having a biological locator in the letter.

Considering that the bugs in the letter may not live for long, Gnava created a virus in the memory card in advance, which could allow the poisoned computer to turn on the speakers and play the virus with the predetermined content.

With it, the narrowed "old tuner team" can lock in targets by relying on sound and lie on each other's roads where the other party fled.
To be continued...