Steel steam and flame

It was ten o'clock the next morning when the two of them were in a decent photo studio in a certain city on the way. I disguised my limousine at night and spent a lot of effort on entering the city to prevent the big explosion more than two hundred kilometers away from implicating me. Winifer would not understand the impact of the explosion, but he had a guess. From a mechanic's technical perspective, the defensive self-destruction mechanism of a delivery truck is not a system that simple forces can afford. Materials, design, and production are all accompanied by a huge consumption of money.

Cassia has never seen the inside of a photo studio, and has only heard about it since she was a child. In the world of ordinary people, there are also many technological products that surgeons usually have no access to. The differential engine array can be used to export the information in the memory card, and finally spit out warm color photos directly. This technology has never been seen by Cassia before. I heard that there is a machine with high-speed photo switching technology that can restore the scene captured by the camera to a certain extent over a period of time. This technology is one of the supporting things.

Winifer sat in front of the machine, watching intently as each photo was spit out. According to the time interval in his own head, at irregular intervals, he would pull out a photo that was being spit out and press it on his leg with his hand, as if he was using the residual heat from the photo to warm himself.

Two hours later, at noon, the two left the photo studio and went to a restaurant on the same street. Sitting by the window on the second floor, with the two of them eating almost the same amount of food, Winifer took out the stack of photos he selected from the bag, compared them carefully, and handed them to Cassia.

The photo captures several states of the palm-sized tactile net very well, and the different changes before and after can be clearly seen from the photo. Before the explosion destroyed the filming machine, the translucent red of the tactile net completely turned into a corpse-like gray like frosted glass.

"The color of death." Winifer said from the opposite side with a relaxed look on his face. "The test was successful. It is also planned that it will eventually be completely corroded by biological poisons. However, this phenomenon will not affect the subsequent cracking work. It may also It will bring positive results - after the tactile mesh fails, the lower layer of alloy will be corroded until only a little bit is left, saving the work of re-cutting."

"How long will it take?" Cassia put it back into the paper bag after looking at the photo and asked, "If you need anything, please tell me immediately. Any reduction in time is a good thing for you and me."

"Don't be anxious about this kind of thing. Compared with the entire huge container, the work between the two is completely different in nature. I will try to speed up the speed and ensure that the crack is 100% successful." Winifer's face was serious and serious, " Mr. Soriato, now I can guarantee the success of the crack, but on my conditions..."

"This matter," Cassia pondered for a while before looking directly into Winifer's eyes, "after the self-destruction mechanism is successfully cracked, you can take a look at a certain piece of cargo contained inside. By then, I think all your doubts will be resolved." All will be answered.”

Winifer smartly did not continue to ask about this matter. He relaxed his body and leaned on the chair: "Then I am willing to keep an expectant heart for this." Then he cast his eyes outside the window and saw noon Winifer, who had significantly increased the number of patrol members since then, added, "Last night's explosion...is this how it ends?"

"Yes." Cassia nodded solemnly, "There is no more. Just like what you said, Mr. Winifer, the rest is my own business and I will solve it myself."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the two went around several large circles before returning to the mine of Jolaches. Three awnings have been erected in front of the mine in the past few days since they left, and the supplies and machinery and equipment Winifer needs are neatly placed inside.

"It's really good and efficient work efficiency." I don't know whether he was envious or sighed. After getting off the car, Winifer went straight to the climate control room. "I don't want to be disturbed for the next five days or so. Mr. Soriato, what you need to do Just prepare the required dose of biological poison, and I will complete the rest."

During this period, Cassia completed the training plan after obtaining concentrated dragon blood. After adding Winifer's conditions, several time points were given. He often contacted Waters during the process. On the one hand, he asked him to send personnel who are good at investigation to collect information in the towns and other gathering places around the explosion. Cassia wanted to know whether the organization escort team and the tribal teams of the Flame Alliance could be captured after the explosion. trace. On the other hand, the traces of the connection between the bounty hunters and the mercenaries hired from neighboring countries are clear and clean.

He hoped that Winifer's enemies would come after he completed his plan. At that time, you can verify whether your strength, which has not been substantially improved for a long time, has been ideally enhanced. The best case scenario, Cassia thought, would be to ensure that the previously formulated plan would follow the process perfectly.

Five days had not yet passed, and it was the morning of the fourth day. Winifer walked out of the constant temperature room, and the tired look on his face gradually melted away like snow in the early morning sun: "Okay, but I need to control the startup. Have a good rest and start the real cracking work at noon tomorrow." Tiredness did not conceal the joy in his words, which was not only an exchange condition for Winifer, but also a verification of his skills and strength as a mechanic.

"I'll wait for your good news tomorrow." Cassia replied, getting off the limo and sighing.

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Stella Kuridner got off the train, and her appearance had already become a common appearance in the local area according to the detailed investigation data. If she walked into the crowd, she would disappear completely like water droplets falling into the lake.

"Is this the Qil Kingdom? It's much better than the neighboring countries." He said in his heart, while observing the different scenery of different countries around him that were new to him, and following the instructions on the map, he went to the place where the investigation results were obtained. Place. There was a black market intelligence dealer who had already made an appointment waiting for him.

Following many traces, Stella's trip to the nearest place went smoothly, and she got fairly satisfactory results every time. But the sense of difficulty has gradually increased. He knows that the other party has already taken corresponding actions, and subsequent searches and locking will only become more and more difficult. But the final solution is not on his side, but on the family's side.

In the afternoon, Stella was sitting in a park reading the latest newspaper. The vibrating reminder prompted him to take out the communicator skillfully and naturally; "What good news has it brought? You know what I want to hear."