Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

In Italy, on the outskirts of Naples, a black Mercedes ran slowly along a curved, flat road into a small town near the hills.

Looking at the old street scene on both sides of the road, and the Horns holding the steering wheel, the brow could not help but wrinkle slightly.

"Are we going wrong?"

"Impossible..." repeatedly confirmed the information in the hand, the assistant sitting in the co-pilot position said in a positive tone, "Whether it is the shipping information or the registration information of the Italian Ministry of Commerce, it points to here."

Horns didn't speak, but the feeling of being in the heart was getting stronger and stronger.

To be honest, this is not like a place for industrial development. Even if you don't build a factory near a railway or port area, you have to build a relatively densely populated area. Even a stupid business owner can't open a factory in such a broken place.

The road is getting narrower and narrower.

The car has not been opened yet.

After getting off the bus, the two walked along the country road for about fifty or sixty meters and came to the old block next to the community market. Most of the people who live here are farmers working in nearby orchards, or old people who have already retired. In addition to a few children who are playing around in the alleys, there is no smell of youth.

Going to a blue-stone brick cottage, Horns took his assistant to the door of the hospital and stopped, looking around and looking around. The brow didn't feel like jumping twice.

"...is the factory here?"

His assistant was also a look of arrogance, and some of the information was taken out again at a loss.

Perhaps it was noticed that two strange foreigners standing at the door, the door of the wooden house slammed open, and an old Italian man with a braided hat came out with vigilance.

"who are you?"

"Horns, this is my colleague. I am sorry to bother you. We are just looking for a company called ai industry. The address we know is here," Horns made a friendly smile. Let your face look a little better.

"ai industry?" did not eat this set, the Italian old man frowned, staring at Hohens with a skeptical gaze and continued, "I have lived here for so many years, I have never heard of any ai industry, this There are no factories nearby."

At the moment of hearing this sentence, Horns and his assistant looked at each other and saw a dignified color from each other's faces.

At this point, the beginning and the end of the matter are clear at a glance.

The other party forged identity, not only deceived the Italian government, drifted through Siemens, and even deceived the German customs, as well as the EU Import and Export Management Committee!

When he thought of the ongoing exchange of controllable fusion technology between the EU and China, he could not help but have a cold sweat.

The other equipment on the list is quite good, but if the two missing machines finally appear in the ports of China, there will no doubt be an important bargaining chip for their negotiations.

In any case, the two devices must not fall into the hands of Chinese people!

Looking at the old man's back, Horns tried to make the final remedy and took a deep breath and continued to ask.

"Is there anyone in the vicinity called Saatchi Farbile?"

That batch of equipment was just arrived in Italy soon. In theory, even if it wants to sneak out of Europe from the port, it will take some time.

The only clue he has in his hands now is that he has only one name left, except that the other has a well-equipped hacker team.

As long as you can find that Saatche Falbile, you can find the key to solve this problem!

After hearing the name, the old Italian man frowned, then shook his head.

"I have never heard of it, at least there is no such person on this street."

The silence probably lasted for half a minute.

Horns took a deep breath, just as he intended to say thank you to the old man, and then returned to the car with his assistant, the old woman who stood in the yard and eavesdropped on the conversation, suddenly interrupted.

"You two, know Farbile?"

At the moment of hearing this sentence, Horns first glimpsed, and his heart suddenly ecstasy, immediately asked.

"Of course, I am his friend, please."

"You are his friend? That's right, you wait."

Said, in the unexpected sight of Horns, the old woman turned and walked into the house.

Without waiting for a long time, he saw the old woman grabbed a big parcel and walked out, and while walking, he shouted and said.

"A few days ago, a parcel sent from overseas was sent to me. The name of the recipient was filled with Saatchi Falbile. But I didn't know this person at all. I didn't call this name in the nearby street. People, I am thinking about whether the postman sent the parcel wrong, but I have repeatedly confirmed that the address is correct... Since you are his friend, I will bring this thing to him for me."

"Thank you... I will hand it over to him."

Efforts to restrain the excitement in the heart, Horns took the parcel from the old woman's hand, and immediately returned to the car with his assistant.

Just as he was about to unpack the parcel, his fingers suddenly slammed.

Watching the sergeant stop the movement on his hand, the assistant standing next to him did not understand and asked.

"Sir?"

With a light cough, Horns looked at his assistant.

"I need you to do one thing now."

The assistant hesitated and asked: "What?"

The package was handed to his hand, Horns said seriously.

"Open it."

I thought of something for a moment, and the assistant's face changed slightly.

Although the heart refused, but under the pressure of his superiors, he took the parcel with a hard scalp and walked to the open space on the roadside to carefully disassemble it.

Fortunately, the accident did not happen.

There are no weapons like bombs in the package, and there are no things that threaten personal safety.

Looking at the envelope lying in the empty parcel, the assistant sighed and took it out of the parcel.

"The Chief has a letter here."

Said, he opened the envelope and pulled a note from it.

However, just as he saw the contents of the note, the whole person suddenly seemed to be glanced at by Medusa, and he did not move there.

He noticed the note and the expression on his assistant's face, thinking that he had found out the important clues of Horns, hurriedly stepped forward and took the note from the assistant's hand.

"What is written on it?"

Halfway through the words, his whole person seemed to be stupid, and he was there.

I saw the note on the note, and a string of unclear symbols were drawn.

Horns: "...???"