"Sorry, sorry! I'm really sorry... I'll wipe it clean for you right away!"

The waiter clumsyly took out a coarse handkerchief to wipe Vladimir's clothes, but the adjutant suddenly hit the side. The palm of his hand wrapped in leather was already placed on the gun holster at his waist, and at the same time he glanced at Turing on the side.

If Qianmian was not present, he would draw his gun immediately. The clumsy of the waiter often means premeditated approaching, not to mention that what Vladimir and Turing talked about is not suitable for third parties to know.

But Turing, who was watching this scene, smiled knowingly, glanced at the crowd below, and stood up and shouted to the waiter:

"That's how the Banga people work? Do you know who you offended?"

"Sorry, I've just worked for one day! I didn't mean it... I cleaned up this noble gentleman immediately!"

Vladimir frowned and looked at the waiter who barely cleaned up for him, apologized constantly, and was soon pulled aside by a big and thick Banga leader to scold him. At the same time, he apologized to Vladimir again, and then sat down again.

This is actually a position like a manager, but in the environment of the Bangjia war, some names and positions are also different. Compared with highly modern cities, these grassroots management should be more barbaric. Perhaps it is appropriate to call them in an intuitive way like "little leaders".

"Mr. Thousand Faces, don't you think it's really inappropriate to talk about these important things here?" Vladimir's voice became low, obviously a little angry, which meant the leak of information and greatly reduced the weight of the conversation between the two.

"Just a clumsy waiter, Comrade Vladimir, you should learn to be generous. Of course, I can also apologize to you in person..."

"No need." Vladimir's face calmly.

In an environment like a bar or a bar in Bangka, it goes without saying how good the waiter is. The quality of the service staff is basically committed to the belief of "not being beaten". If the pouring wine is poured on any of the mercenaries below, the waiter may be beaten.

"Some waiters here are not used to the service industry work, and they are inevitably a little savage." Turing said, looking at the crowd below again, watching the waiter pulling down the back door by the little leader, a subtle red light appeared in his eyes.

Vladimir took a deep breath, seemed to calm his emotions, and shook his head gently:

"Mr. Qianmian, you know that I don't care about this..."

"Don't worry, comrade." He stared at Vladimir with a flashing red light, which made him slightly stunned. "In this city, there is no small move that can hide my attention, any..."

A data box was pushed to Vladimir by Turing, and a smile reappeared on his face:

"For the topic just now, if you want to know more, it's all in this data box. When you make a choice, I will come to you again."

"If I refuse..."

"You can't refuse, this is a big business." Turing had already stood up and walked down the ladder. "Our conversations don't have to be kept secret, but I hope you keep them strictly confidential...I look at everything in this city."

Watching Turing leave, Vladimir's eyes returned to the data box in his hand:

"Have the information from the roar machine been sent?"

"Of course, our messenger will soon set out to the north. Lieutenant Colonel Marosov, you really want to be with a thousand faces..."

"Let the messenger come back first and make a decision after I finish reading the things in it."

Vladimir and his adjutant stood up and walked down the first floor to return to the station arranged by the World Tree immediately, but at this moment, a tall figure stood up and stopped him.

It was a transformed man over two meters tall, covered with various lines and armor all over his body. Vladimir knew that this was a third-generation carbon-based destroyer.

Because the size of the carbon-based destroyers is too large, they will lose their external armor and reduce their volume in their preparation state. The carbon-based destroyers who can have the right to move freely in the northwest have only another force besides the combatants brought by Domino.

Crohn United Group-Miguang Company.

While Vladimir was wandering around Monto City to collect intelligence, he saw this carbon-based destroyer coming from the east more than once. Qianmian seemed to give him great access. Except for not being able to enter the underground base at will like himself, the entire Monto City could walk around at will.

And the transformer in front of me was the leader of the Miguang Company's troops - Gangka.

That is, the leader of the troops sent to the Mengtuo Highlands by Tushan.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Comrade Marosov..." Gangka stretched out his huge palm at Vladimir with a friendly smile, but his head's nerve light element wrapped around the jar's brain made his smile extravagant.

"You and I are not a comrade." Vladimir glanced at Gangka, with a slightly cold attitude, but still shook hands with him, "Is there anything wrong?"

Miguang Company belongs to the Crohn United Group, which is equivalent to the existence of Vladimir's mortal enemy. However, there is no eternal enemy in this world, only eternal interests, not to mention that this is still on the territory of the World Tree. Vladimir is not a stubborn person. He was also a little curious about why Gangka suddenly stopped him.

"Do you want to sit down and have a drink? I didn't expect that I could drink such pure vodka in the world tree. Qianmian really has two brushes..."

Vladimir: "I gave it."

Gangka: "..."

In fact, before Vladimir came, the wines here were all high-intensity products of direct distillation of Turing and Kahn. As for the wines of the Banga natives, no one liked them at all.

Looking at the expressionless Ice Castle Russian, Gangka coughed twice awkwardly, then carefully approached the other party and lowered his voice:

"I just want to know... the one I chatted with you just now is Qianmian?"

...

...

Instead of leaving the bar, Turing returned to the second floor of the underground and connected his consciousness into the world tree in a private room.

The secondary brain compiler runs at high speed, and the roots of the entire city are grafted to Turing's visual nerves, and everything is visible at a glance. One of the pictures is the clumsy waiter. At this moment, he has taken off his work clothes after receiving the verbal lesson of the little leader and ordered him to stop work, leaving the bar dejectedly.

As a guest of World Tree, Vladimir, even though most of the visitors in the bar did not know him, he knew that this man had been in and out of the underground base, and the little leader who managed the waiter knew this even more, so he asked the waiter who offended the distinguished guest to take a day off to show punishment.

The waiter in the picture quickly disappeared into the sandstone corner at the back door of the bar. Turing immediately switched his vision and watched the waiter's movements change from a weak look to sneaky, looking around and looking forward, turning a few corners and passing through half of Mengtuo City, and finally running into the old city.

Although the World Tree Root has a strong infrastructure capability, in order to save energy, some buildings with lower priority have not been reinforced and renovated by the roots. The population density of these houses is much smaller than that of the new urban area. However, this did not prevent Turing's eyes from following him all the way into it and finding another Banga native.

They were tall and thin Banga people. The waiter said something to him nervously, and pulled a series of lines out of his clothes and handed them over to him. Through the sound receiver above the root, he was talking about the conversation between Turing and Vladimir.

Watching the waiter take a large stack of thick Bangka banknotes from the other party, leaving the building with joy and starting to move out of the city, Turing no longer pays attention to this little character because the picket team will solve this problem.

The picture returns to the thin Bangjia man. Compared to the waiter, his condition is obviously more professional, as if he knows that his eyes are focused on him, and he goes around in the old town at night, buying the cactus fruits of Bangjia specialties at the vendor nearby, and even clashes with the humans. He even goes into the animal market for a while, looking no different from the ordinary Bangjia man.

Turing was not in a hurry. Anyway, the whole city was full of his eyeliner, so he just stared at this guy to see what he was going to be. At the same time, he was also paying attention to other trends in the bar. As expected, in addition to the waiter, there were also some suspicious people, including small chess pieces like waiters, and white faces who were obviously outsiders.

"There are really more and more spies recently..."

Since the northwest of Bangjia, under Turing's "loose" policy, foreign populations have continued to pour in. Most of them are not even considered spies. They are just small organizational personnel who want to drink some soup in the Bangjia War and have never had any big fish.

It is a very common and necessary behavior for complex forces to plant spies with each other. In addition to mastering information from other organizations and opponents, it also has the effect of mutual compromise. After all, an organization that has been openly rioting but is still airtight will only make other forces more afraid and even attack them in groups.

An hour passed, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening. Those newly released spies were also arrested, but the thin Bangjia people were still wandering around, which gave Turing the idea of ​​closing the net.

At this moment, the Nabanga people walked into a sect store that had just been built not long ago, and it was still in the new city area. This store was controlled by people from the sect and was used to sell all souvenirs and religious instruments related to the image of the World Tree, and was also a functional building used to expand its influence.

After talking to the shop owner, the boss took the Banga people through the internal passage, and various jars made of sand were discharged on both sides. Finally, he entered the inner room, took out a stack of wrinkled Banga notes, bought some souvenirs, and left.

Until the thin Bangjia returned to a resettlement house in a new urban area, Turing did not see him contacting the suspected person, but this made Turing even more suspicious.

The picture is frozen, and all the images included in the secondary brain compiler begin to flow backwards at high speed. Turing searches for all the behaviors of the Banga man - walking, talking, ramming passers-by, bargaining, and finally returns to the image he entered the souvenir shop and walked towards the inner room. He searches frame by frame at high speed, and the bright red indicator frame is locked on his upper limb movements.

Turing grinned after seeing his little movements.

"Catched."

The Banga man scratched his head with a huge range of movement as he followed the shop owner through the corridor of the inner room. When his palms left the back of his head, the fingertips of his palms were arranged in a strange manner, and he seemed to have tripped by the can on the ground because of his scratching his head. But Turing clearly saw that at the moment when he staggered and almost fell, an object that was slightly blurred due to the intense dynamic was accurately thrown into the can on the side.

"I'm quite smart."

After marking the Banga man in the secondary brain compiler, Turing turned off all other images, stared at that location intently, and waited quietly to see who came to get this information hidden with precious dialogue.

But what disappointed him was that until the souvenir shop closed at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, no one touched or acted abnormally in the place. A picketing unit had been guarding the store for two hours. This made him frown deeply.

Just when he decided to close the net and take the kids of Shou Bangjia away, an abnormality appeared.

The jars made of sand were not neatly arranged on both sides of the corridor, but rolled horizontally and vertically. Although the houses transformed by World Tree Infrastructure were well ventilated and equipped with smart equipment, a heavy jar lying horizontally rolled for a moment in a windless environment. Although only three millimeters, Turing saw it clearly. At the same time, a cluster of flying smoke appeared on the sandstone-pressed walls.

As the flying fine smoke and dust rolled down, Turing's pupils shrank and he suddenly stood up.

The fine dust was locked firmly in the air by unknown forces, just like...

It was stuck on something.

"Optical Camo?!"

Turing instantly issued an order to the pickets underground, and at the same time, the silicon-based wormhole swallowed itself into the highway and sent it to the souvenir shop. After a few seconds of high-speed movement, when Turing appeared inside the shop, a picket promotionist was picking up the earthen jar and taking out the things inside.

If things are not lost, it means that people have run away.

Turing got into the silicon-based wormhole again without saying a word. The promoted man was about to report to Tu Zero and got his words stuck in his throat.

Turing, who was reconnected to the city's surveillance, has seen four picket members tracking targets in four directions. Through root vision, he quickly locked one of them. The silicon-based wormhole roared and broke through the ground. Turing jumped out, spewed out his phantom limbs, and slapped at the sand and dust moving forward.

Bang!

The sharp claws tore out flying dust on the tightly pressed sandstone ground, and there was no movement around them except for the crackling phantom limbs and the roots of the World Tree.

"Master Thousand Faces?"

Turing ignored the parasite behind and raised his hand to signal to silence. The sensory eyepiece scanned the houses everywhere and completely blocked the disturbed movements around him. The sensory eyepiece switched to the tracking field of vision clearly saw a series of footprints spreading on the upper side disappearing at the end of the top. The phantom limbs led his body to track up at a rapid speed. He jumped over countless buildings and followed the footprints to the edge of the city. The footprints disappeared at the top of a house and completely lost their traces.

Turing's face completely darkened, and a slight buzzing sound came from the back. The rapidly responding neurons touched the roots of the world tree underground and soared into the sky. The violent force instantly destroyed a building!

When the stones and sand returned to peace, they were already wrapped in panic and noise from all directions, and the transparent figure was completely lost.

"Don't let me find you..."

Turing turned around and drilled into the silicon-based wormhole that soared into the sky. The roots of countless world trees rolled up behind him and recasted the destroyed building at a high speed. But everything returned to level, and the silicon-based wormhole that swallowed Turing disappeared on the ground.

The people from all directions had not yet realized what was going on. They looked at everything in front of them in a daze, which was extremely noisy. In the bedroom of the building next to them, a small gap was gently opened in a wardrobe, and two figures with violent ups and downs in the dim light outside the house could barely see two figures with violent ups and downs in their chests.

"I almost got discovered... Damn, what kind of monster is that!?"

"It's the World Tree... Our guess is correct. The entire Mengtuo City cannot escape the surveillance of thousands of faces. Moreover, he has a strange tracking ability, and seems to be able to detect our movement trajectory... No matter what, let's withdraw first."

"Don't panic, wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."

The two of them squeezed into the wardrobe and didn't dare to leave. They waited for the noise outside the house to return to calm before they completely relieved.
To be continued...