Steel steam and flame

The heavy rain continued into the early morning and became slightly lighter. The raindrops still have good force, and the wind is still as strong as before at night. The nearby river was overflowing, and it looked extremely wide. The pitch-black clouds are slowly raising their height. Faced with the steady flow of strong winds from afar, it will take some time for its color to fade.

It is a relatively common industrial area in a small country, in a state of neither plague nor fire. In the dusk-like morning, the underground drainage system that had been built for an unknown period of time was backflowing, and the overflowing turbid river water flooded many roads. Most of the factories were shut down today, without a single worker or truck carrying goods. The industrial area ushered in a quiet day without the noise of machines. As the rain fell, the sound of banging on the iron hood became more and more unbridled and joyful.

There is a repair shop in a corner of the park. The rust stains on the factory sign have been washed away by a heavy rainstorm overnight, making it look like it was being renovated. There was ankle-deep rainwater on the open concrete floor, and fresh river water was still flowing out from several underground drains. In the repair shop, in a small three-story building connected to the iron factory building, the usually vacant room now became a temporary resting place for the remaining organization members.

Fortunately, in addition to necessary repair spare parts, the repair shop's inventory also includes various types of work clothes and metal shoes with excellent oil resistance. Everyone changed into clothes, and for a while the somewhat dilapidated repair shop looked quite lively. However, due to the weather, there was no work to match the liveliness.

A small number of people are currently counting the required equipment in the underground storage warehouse of the repair shop, and a small number have been moved to the maintenance workshop. The small country here is relatively close to the Far Sea Commonwealth, and most of the things in reserve have the style of that country. After last night, the entire team also began to change their choice of weapons to equip the base fortifications. Weapons such as heavy machine guns have retreated from the mainstream. Although they are still available, they are not the main choice.

Dozens of limousines are undergoing pre-start inspections and undergo regular maintenance every year, but heavy rains place higher demands on them than usual. Isa was standing next to several limousines, making necessary negotiations with the organizational management members of the storage warehouse here.

The organization's network of influence spreads extremely wide. Among the small countries where it started, almost every small country has a reserve warehouse of the same nature next to the big city. This is a strategic preparation that requires time and energy, and also requires the support of huge amounts of money over a long period of time. In terms of regular maintenance and inspection of these reserve warehouses, storage and management of reserve goods, etc., the annual cost is huge.

As a major force, this kind of strategic preparation is a must. Each of the three giant countries has institutions with roughly the same functions.

It's only been a few hours since last night, and the gloomy atmosphere still exists, but many people have adjusted. Under the rain clouds, Cassia stood in the aisle on the third floor and looked at the group of people in the factory nearby who were doing maintenance and adding some things to the limo according to the established requirements. A rain curtain like a roving curtain fell not far in front of me. The wind soaked the clothes with moisture and wetted the thinking face.

Regarding her unfinished thinking last night, Cassia did not get the answer this morning. The lack of information has always existed and has improved over time, but it has never changed. Regarding the attitude of the organization, after making a judgment in his heart that he could not test it, Cassia was determined to interrupt all speculations and associations in this regard.

I found a glimmer of opportunity from another direction. I still need to take risks, but the risk is several orders of magnitude lower, and the result after success is what Cassia wants to see. In this team, you must rely on yourself to take the initiative to seek some changes. Adolf and Trevikan followed orders, and the expressions and atmosphere they showed along the way were enough to explain to Cassia their general thoughts and attitudes.

Cassia doesn't know what the ecosystem of surgeons is like at stage four and up, but the brief experience last night revealed some information. No matter which country or region, all high-stage surgeries have various restrictions, and they themselves do not want to have premature conflicts between the same stages before the Red Star comes.

So we can't count on both of them. As a high-level powerhouse, Cassia prefers them to be a deterrent. As long as the enemy and the organization have reached a balance in quantity and strength, the possibility of a real battle between them is very low. After going to the Empire, things will get better. But at that time, among high-level surgeons, the probability of head-on conflict will also increase several times. And at a certain time, Cassia seemed to have seen a collision between senior surgeons that was bound to occur.

When faced with a large number of enemy normal teams at the same stage, most of the time you have to rely on Isa and the others and yourself to find a way to solve them.

The thunder has become much less frequent since the early morning. A flash of lightning in the distance gives the early morning its original light for a short time, and then the world wrapped in rain becomes dim again.

After standing there for a while, not far away, the rested Nighthawk came out. She put down her bag, searched inside, and then took out a pack of cigarettes without any brand. The cigarette is very long and thin, the kind specially designed for women. Nighthawk lit it several times before lighting it. He took a slow breath and exhaled a burst of mint-scented smoke. Cassia was already standing beside her.

"Is it about last night's luggage?" The red light of the cigarette butt became brighter, and the nighthawk blew out smoke against the rain screen without looking over. She knew Cassia nodded.

"If I have time, I want to talk to you about something." The tone returned to normal. The voice was not magnetic, but there was a sense of seriousness that had to be taken seriously. "About the luggage."

"It's such an important thing, why don't you look at it now and always hold it in your hands to protect it?" Cassia was slightly surprised by the sudden question. After taking a look at Nighthawk, he smiled.

"I thought I guessed your idea correctly." Cassia said, feeling a lot more relaxed. Nighthawk's current attitude made him sure that he could continue talking.

"No matter how well you disguise yourself, if you want to avoid showing any flaws for a long time, you have to keep focusing on yourself so that you can eliminate what originally belongs to you at all times and let that layer of disguise continue... , but it is obvious that what you are pretending is quite different from who you are. And your heart is just like ours, full of doubts and irritability. You, who have such strong control, cannot show off for such a long time. It has to be perfect." Nighthawk said to himself, his voice was very thin, and it was no more than one meter away from his body before it was drowned by the sound of rain.

"It was last night," Nighthawk emphasized, "I think my feeling about the weight was correct. Although I later thought that the luggage might be the centerpiece of this mission, I rejected it later because the weight does not represent its importance. Sex. If you just stuff a few artillery pieces into your luggage, they will have the same weight."

"I hold your neck and pull you for that distance." Nighthawk looked over and smiled, while raising his hand and squeezing it, "Some things can be touched just by touching them - this is very similar to what we women often do. You can tell whether a cosmetic is good or bad by just applying it on your face. The texture of your skin is not the same as the appearance of your skin. I have extremely tough skin. I usually buy a lot of high-end handbags. The texture of your skin Many times better than those bags.”

Seeing that Cassia didn't speak, Nighthawk continued to smoke. His movements could not be said to be skillful, but he looked unique and elegant: "I won't ask about your identity, and you certainly won't tell me. But you know that I want to know. There is something wrong with this mission. This is an intuition, but based on the information I have now, I really can’t guess anything. Of course, there may be an inertia that I don’t want to guess, because many of the organization’s tasks are not He will tell us the reasons, and there must be difficulties at the top."