Metal Ranger of the Endless Plane

After finishing the call with Gunther, Lu Yuan became busy again.

[It’s really okay not to tell Mr. Gonzalez? ] Asked the system.

"It doesn't matter much to him anyway."

"And, you heard, he is flying to Tijuana, why bother him? It's the same when he comes back anyway."

As Lu Yuan said, he printed out several portrait photos and posted them on the briefing page one by one.

"These are three of the four-person team that attacked me last night. They are all Asians, and all of them were reported missing by family members or employers!"

Lu Yuan unfolded a world map again, inserted three pushpins on the map, and connected the three pushpins to the three photos with a striking string.

The locations of the three pushpins are in Bangkok, Mumbai, and Kolkata.

In the conflict last night, although it was not the first time Lu Yuan saw the faces of mercenaries who also belonged to the underground world, it was the first time that they found their personal information on these faces.

In fact, in most cases, including the half-tracked chariot recapture, the mercenary enemies Lu Yuan encountered were covered in face.

After all, not all underground mercenaries are Meriweather, who can carry out military missions in the city in a fair manner.

But I don't know if the other party underestimated Valeria, or was inexperienced as a novice. Although the four people brought some equipment such as archer's goggles last night, they did not cover their faces.

Even the most popular and simple black cotton headgear is not available.

Because it was summer, I was afraid of the heat and did not take a headgear. This explanation is totally untrue.

The hometown of the three people, either in Southeast Asia or India, has a tropical climate, which is not much hotter than Los Santos. It is impossible to be afraid of heat at all.

Especially from the data on missing persons, the three people are all manual laborers. Although it cannot be said that they are not afraid of heat, they are certainly not afraid of the temperature that was less than 30 degrees last night.

"Three workers who disappeared in Southeast Asia and South Asia appeared in Los Santos on the other side of the ocean two months later, and they turned into self-destructive soldiers!"

"Brother Six, what do you think?" Lu Yuan thought while looking at the briefing board.

[Recently, there have been signs of a slight increase in disappearance cases around Southeast Asia and South Asia. At the same time, homicides are also on the rise. 】

[However, because the missing persons were either involved in gangs or participated in underground black fists, the actual progress of the police was very small, and they did not even intend to investigate. 】

"Anyway, it's all scum, it's normal to be chopped off by the enemy to feed fish, and it's not guilty of exhausting them! That group of people probably thinks this way, right?" Lu Yuan curled his lips.

"But on the other hand, transforming a black boxer into a cannon fodder is really the work of the black armor forces! It's like they are transforming a chain saw!"

"It seems that it is difficult to collect troops in the US card? So go to those places to recruit people?"

"Brother Six, isn't there a case of a strong young man suddenly disappearing around Luo Shengdu?" Lu Yuan asked again.

[There are missing persons, but there are few healthy young people. Most of the missing persons are homeless people. First went bankrupt, became a tramp, wandered in the city, and finally disappeared suddenly. 】

"Do you still know that rabbits don't eat grass around their nests?" Lu Yuan murmured.

"Um, yes," Lu Yuan suddenly flashed a bright light. "At first Robin said he was going to Bangkok to track Wave Blade, right? It was said that there was a murder in Bangkok and was killed by Wave Blade's signature method? , Is there any kind of case?"

"Also, can you contact Robin?"

[First of all, the frequency of similar homicides afterwards is very low, but there are still. The last time was five weeks ago. 】

[In addition, Robin's mobile phone number should have been suspended, and can only be contacted by email. 】

[Do I need to send her an email? 】

"Email?" Lu Yuan thought for a while, "Send an inquiry about the current situation. Those who don't worry about it in advance."

【clear. 】

For the time being, Lu Yuan decided to make up his mind first.

But perhaps he was destined to not have enough rest today. After he had made up for an hour or two in the morning, a phone call woke him up from his sleep.

Thinking that something was wrong with Gunther, Lu Yuan picked up the phone on the bedside without thinking, and asked, "Gunther? What's the matter?"

"Gunther? Who is Gunther?" A very special voice came from the opposite side. A few words can make people feel chaotic and crazy.

"Cui Fo?" Lu Yuan immediately heard who that person was.

Although Trevor actually met Gunther because of the mission, he only knew that the person's code name was Picello and didn't know his real name.

"Who else could I be?" Trevor said with no anger, "Don't tell me, are you still sleeping? Why? There was a party last night? You didn't call me, this is too much for me. The partner is sad!"

"Something?" Lu Yuan wisely did not answer, nor tried to explain. After all, whether it was the first half of the night or the second half of the night last night, it was hard to tell Trevor.

"Well, it's kind of privacy protection? Okay, I respect your rights!" Cui Fo said, "Where I am, there happens to be a task involving personal privacy. I need your help."

"Help? That means there is no money?" Lu Yuan tentatively asked.

"Well, you can also treat this mission reward as an investment." Cui Fo said, "You know, this time I negotiated with a **** bastard for a big deal!"

"After it's done, I will talk to the bastard, let you join the big deal, and make a plan to make you profit back! How?"

"Big business? Bastard?" When Lu Yuan heard these two words, he basically guessed what Cui Fo was going to do.

However, in order to reduce unnecessary troubles, he still pretends to know nothing about it, "It doesn't matter, just treat it as a favor to a friend, just because I have something to ask you."

"Are you looking for me? What's the matter?" Trevor asked curiously.

"It's not in a hurry. When I finish helping you and you are embarrassed to refuse me, I will tell you again." Lu Yuan said.

The reason for saying this is because he feels that words like this will not only make Trevor angry, but will make it easier to win the favor of the guy with some abnormal brains.

"Really?" Trevor laughed as soon as he heard it, "Then I can tell you, I am never embarrassed to refuse others! However, Uncle Trevor is also very happy to help children!"

"Yes, yes." Lu Yuan waved his hand. "Now can I say it? What do you want me to do?"

"Well, let's talk about it then, first go to the Kurtz Center to meet up. Well, remember to bring the guy, but don't be stopped by the security!" Trevor said.

"Kutz Center?" Lu Yuan secretly said, but on the surface he pretended to be ignorant and laughed, "No? Are you finally going to be an art thief? Knowing that simply stealing a painting is more profitable than selling a ship of narcotics. ?"

"What? Art? Haha, who would want that kind of girly stuff? Don't be kidding, okay?" Cui Fo laughed loudly, "Don't be guessing, let's talk about it when you meet!"

After speaking, Trevor hung up the phone.

Lu Yuan smiled helplessly, and quickly got up from the bed.

The Kutz Center, located on the hill near the center of Taipingya District, in the northwest of Los San Metropolitan Area, is a set of buildings containing art museums, art research institutes and art foundations.

It is the Getty Center, one of the tourist attractions and landmarks of Los Angeles in the main world.

But these are not important. The important thing is that according to the main story, the protagonist Mike will part ways with the people of FIB here.

Sure enough, when Lu Yuan saw Trevor outside the main entrance of the center, this guy was carrying a sack from the back of his pickup truck. However, the contents of the sack looked like parts of a gun.

"That is, AW sniper rifle, right? What do you use that thing for?" Lu Yuan walked towards Trevor, carefully looking around for things like cameras.

"Of course it is to be prepared!" Cui Fo said stiffly, "I tell you, some people are very non-things, don't give him frustration, don't think of any good results!"

"Well, what you say is what you say." Lu Yuan waved his hand indifferently, anyway, there were no cameras around, and there was no danger of exposure, so he didn't care so much about him.

Lu Yuan then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Of course it is to cover me!" Trevor said of course, "Well, help me save someone by the way?"

"Save people?" Lu Yuan asked pretending to be ignorant.

"Hey, even though that guy is a bastard, you can't let him die here until he pays me the compensation he owes me!" Trevor said as he walked towards the Kurtz Center.

Lu Yuan watched him carry a suspicious sack and walked from the front door so openly, he couldn't believe his eyes.

For safety reasons, instead of following Trevor, he returned to the car and drove the three-no black car slowly into the parking lot.

After they entered a high-rise garden in the Coates Center, Trevor was rather disdainful, "Look at your courage! I tell you, nobody cares here!"

Lu Yuan shook his head helplessly, and vomited, "The security guard at the door probably thought you were some avant-garde artist, so let's engage in performance art!"

"Regardless of appearance, dress, or behavior, you all look alike!"

Cui Fo was about to sneer, but he seemed to see something, and immediately pulled Lu Yuan down on the corner of the garden.

"Shh! The Lord has appeared, wait!" Cui Fo said.

Lu Yuan rolled his eyes, not many, took off his backpack with his backhand, and pulled out a drone from inside.

"What's this? A toy?" Trevor asked with some disdain.

"Just treat it as a toy." Lu Yuan whispered a few words, then let the drone fly and flew towards the two people on the opposite viewing platform.