Abyss Train

Foreword:

It's easy to make things complicated, and it's complicated to make things simple.

Dale Carnegie丨The Weakness of Human Nature

[Part ① Straight to the point]
After reading the letter, Jason Megan put away the paper and prepared to use it as a clue to try his luck in the Metropolitan Police Department's database by following the handwriting characteristics.

"Mr. Boris Harman."

At this moment, the gunsmith who had been silent all this time spoke up——

"—I hope you can return to your post and keep silent about what you just saw."

The fat manager in the customer service department felt a little at a loss. He didn't know whether he should listen to this passage, but it was too late, he had already heard all the contents of the letter, and it was impossible for his mind to forget these things, or he would never forget the experience today.

"Mr. Gunsmith, I am. I am very difficult."

"I know this matter is a bit difficult for you. You can rest for a while and then contact this number." Jiang Xueming tore off a page of the log and handed Mr. Victor's contact information to Mr. Harman: "It would be better for you to forget this experience."

Haman nodded dully. He has become a psyker, and his life will be very different from now on. Although he doesn't know the gunsmith's intentions, he will not go against the wishes of Ao Ruan Ming De's inner guard.

After Mr. Boris left, Jason Meghan could clearly feel the temperature in the room slowly dropping.

The charcoal in the brazier gradually changed from gold to red. The gunsmith opened the vent next to the bay window unhurriedly, sat carelessly on the floor, then took out a cigarette, threw one to Jason, and lit it on his own.

This is the first cigarette he has smoked this year. The last time he was in the big sister form, he used it to deal with the high madness index and replaced serotonin with nicotine for emergency.

To be honest, since becoming a wolf mother's child, Jason no longer likes the smell of cigarettes. He didn't light a cigarette, and sat side by side with the gunsmith, trying to say something to relieve this silent anxiety.

"Jiang Xueming, are you worried about the safety of your wife and children?"

The gunsmith took a wine glass and used it as an ashtray: "I don't know, this thing has become complicated, my brain is not as good as before, and I will start to get angry involuntarily."

"Leave it to me, this guy can't escape." Jason Megan said confidently: "For me, the clues he left are enough for me to find him."

Jiang Xueming nodded with a smile, but his eyebrows still couldn't be untied, and he still had a serious expression: "Kill this one, and the next one, and the next one, when will it be the end?"

How many times can the immortal lose?Xueming didn't know.

But the few small gifts sent by Pellerini today really made him annoyed and became manic.

Even though this bird man has ridiculed to the utmost, he has written all the riddles and explained all the purposes clearly.

But that lofty and arrogant attitude really hit Xue Ming's sore spot.

Stuff doesn't lie, when these gifts were delivered to Xue Ming in real terms, for a moment, he felt a sense of urgency that he couldn't let go of, a weakness of being cautious, and signs of losing control of his emotions.

But he quickly calmed down and immediately asked Boris Harman to keep this little secret.

If this sort of thing becomes news, becomes legend, becomes the butt of jokes among armadillo hunters, it can be more destructive than people can imagine.

If the gunsmith can't even protect his wife and children, what qualifications does he have to become the patron saint of many sites?

"Have you noticed that this guy likes to be smart?" Jiang Xueming suddenly grasped a sense of familiarity. It was the experience accumulated in many previous battles that reminded him: "It seems that he is threatening me, but in fact he is terribly scared."

Jason Megan became interested: "Tell me in detail."

Jiang Xueming took out a marker pen and drew the basic topographic maps of District 41, District 39 and District [-] on the platform.

He compared several major traffic lines back and forth, focusing on the former site of Marley Perrault's ancestral house, the western suburbs park, and the equipment market surrounding Daji Township.

"That's his course of action."

"Leaving around mid-July, we need to recruit troops half a month in advance."

"He needs a car, and he needs a licensed car. During the Luna Cup, the management specifications for guns and ammunition are the most stringent ones. He also needs a temporary base to store vehicles and accommodate soldiers."

"He has to use various methods to find Marley Perot, the team member. Before I came to Daji Township, no one knew where my students would go, because Ah Hao chose players based on his mood, so Pellerini Tuang only started to arrange the attack when I set off or when Chief of Staff Li Zhiwen recognized me."

"Then he only has seven days left to organize and mobilize soldiers, purchase equipment and supplies, and confuse Marley Perot or other Luna Cup players—I don't know if any other players have also accepted the blessing of the elixir. Let's put this aside."

"Let's start with this path of action, Jason, I need your criminal investigation ability to deduce a plan that can complete all miscellaneous things smoothly within seven days."

"It's your turn to perform."

Jason Megan first went to the children's room to sort out the relics of Begonia, and identified the specific arms dealer through the carrying equipment and plastic magazines, as well as several marching rations, survival knives, flashlights and GPS, three-proof mobile phones and Bluetooth devices, no radio stations, and it is estimated that the combat equipment was left in the field stronghold.

He has seen this kind of canned food. The digestive system of the blood donor unit prefers human flesh. In order to maintain their own "human capacity", many hybrid disaster beasts will specially purchase some nutrients containing Mrs. Bai's products as food.

The moment the can was opened, Jason licked it lightly, and finally locked on to the target.

"Beside the Xicheng Beikou Expressway, there is a small market, which is a large logistics distribution center. This canned food comes from the meat and medicine processing factory there."

Jiang Xueming: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I didn't think about it at first, and I came back to my senses after tasting the bitter taste of liver and gallbladder." Jason explained: "The Greenstone people are a group of people who love labor and production. They are active in the [-]th to [-]th districts, leading to the starting point of the Kulpo gold mine. There are many gold diggers who need to prepare sufficient dry food."

"Ms. Bai's nutritional supplements are a necessity for the daily life of the Calamity Beast hybrids. The Calamity Beast hybrids are all potential lycanthropy patients. They need this kind of food supplement to control their animal nature-the blood donor unit can also eat this meal replacement."

"The North Exit Expressway of Xicheng connects the two checkpoints of District 41 and District [-]. This logistics distribution center is also the largest paradise for hybrid animals on the Eurasian Continental Bridge. The hybrids with stupid strength are willing to work as couriers and porters, and the wages are very high."

"The marching dry rations of this blooded animal are local specialties there and are not sold outside."

"Every commodity needs expensive transportation to send it to a distant place. In the underground world, the train is the main artery, and the road is the capillary leading to the skin. There is no door-to-door delivery without trucks."

As Jason said, he took away the marker pen in Jiang Xueming's hand. His right arm was newly grown and not very flexible. He wanted to draw circles to represent Pellerini's range of motion, but in the end he couldn't draw circles by hand, so he had to draw concentric polygons vaguely.

Seeing this, Jiang Xueming immediately said, "I can't determine his exact location now."

Jason immediately added more details.

At the same time, you can buy tactical radio stations and carrying equipment, the corresponding three-level to five-level standard bulletproof inserts, and plastic cloth fabrics for helmets and hats used by blood-granting units for sun protection, etc.Three areas remain.

Jiang Xueming: "He might die now, and it's only possible."

Jason continued to work. He could feel his brain heating up. Because of overclocking work, he concentrated on recalling, searching for various small commodities from his memory, and tracing all the smells of objects back to the source.

"Fragrance! Yes, yes, yes! And this!"

Haitang's room has always been filled with the smell of alcohol-based deodorant, but Dali Hotel does not have such a strong fragrance.The room environment left to the guests by this five-star hotel has always been a sleep aid type, not a passionate room for young couples.

This kind of fragrance with strong sexual hints, which can even disturb the green wolf's sense of smell, locked the final position.

Together with other two pieces of evidence, one is the auto repair shop that licensed the vehicle,
The other is dozens of lines that Jason Megan drew vigorously——

——This is Pelletini's line of action. It is the line of action that he travels back and forth in vehicles, recruiting hunters, distributing equipment, purchasing ammunition and military supplies, buying daily necessities, investigating players' backgrounds, and contacting scouts in the 41th and [-]st districts. The intersection of these lines is the stronghold.

Jiang Xueming stamped out the cigarette butt; "He's dead now."

Mr. Jason feels that his mental strength is not enough. It is easy to make simple things complicated, but it is too complicated to make complicated things simple.

It sounds convoluted, but it also conforms to the law of entropy increase in thermodynamics.

"It's up to you, gunsmith, to do what you do best. I've got to take a break, I've got to take a break."

The half-wolf lay sprawled on the platform next to the bay window. After a series of fierce battles, Pellelini gave them another brainstorm. He really didn't have the mental strength to keep his brain functioning, as if he had done hundreds of questions in a row in a short period of time.

This duel seems to be a gunsmith and an immortal wrestling, and at the decision-making level, it is a battle between Pellerini Tuon and Jason Megan.

One of them attacks while escaping, and the other defends while chasing. The comparison is brain power and endurance.

Jason Megan finally understood why the gunsmith would say [this guy actually likes to be smart].

Pellelini left his real name, and it seems that he wants to live forever, and the operation of saying harsh words and leaving gifts is a set one.

He just doesn't want to die, he wants to do his best to interfere with the gunsmith's judgment, and leave all his thinking bandwidth and brain power to his family, students, and Luna Cup.Including the legend of the cauldron of Dagda, the Holy Grail that can satisfy all wishes, not to mention whether it is real or not, maybe Aohen Mingde once really owned this kind of sacred artifact of abundance, but Pellerini mentioned it in his letter, almost drawing his trembling hair on end in a terrifying gesture.

He was really scared, and he only hoped to use messy information and various blindfolds to draw the attention of the audience away like an elegant magician to complete the magic.

He wanted to live, and survival was the eagle's only goal.

[Part② Next Attack]
"Is this guy's last few words in his letter believable?" the gunsmith asked Jason.

Jason immediately grasped the point and reminded the master: "It's not important, at least not right now. If Pellerini's goal is the Luna Cup, then he should be in Adullis, near Zula, instead of disgusting us here—he said he would keep you in Area 41, which sounds reasonable, but in fact it doesn't make sense—because at the final scene of the Luna Cup, there were at least 50 VIPs guarding next to the trophy. He is seeking his own death."

Gunsmith: "If I mobilize the police force in Area 41 and summon Guangling Zhixi to arrest Pellegrini together, where will he hide?"

Jason plugged a battery into his brain and decided to work overtime: "It's definitely not in the stronghold. Just imagine, we have already exposed our intention to capture. He also reserved gifts and letters in advance, which is a pre-judgment of our capture intention. Under this nesting doll logic, he will appear anywhere—except the stronghold. If we go to the stronghold to arrest people now, it is likely to start the next round of cat-and-mouse game. Continue to follow his train of thought. He can then discard the recruited minions, one after another, slowly delaying time."

"You just said, delaying time, right?" The gunsmith cheered up.

Jason: "He needs time. Originally, he didn't have much time to arrange the attack. When he came to this land, this guy is almost working nonstop for 007, just to prepare these traps."

The gunsmith shattered the bay window with a punch, and the fragrance and dream came out through his body, grabbing back all the glass shards.

"I figured it out!"

He went downstairs as he went upstairs, and climbed all the way down the outer wall without daring to delay at all.

Jason Megan was blown by the high-rise wind and got rashes all over his body, and shouted: "What do you want to understand? Hey! Master! Don't be a riddle! At least explain it to me!"

"I am separated from the students! It takes four hours to get to the capital from here!" The gunsmith shouted into the phone: "This guy is targeting my students! The students I have worked so hard to teach for six years!"

Time will defeat the gunsmith, which is what Pellerini has always believed in. However, the students of the gunsmith are immature and weak. They are very likely to become the minions of the mad butterfly. They are tempted by material or forced by life. As long as they are caught, the next thing will be easy to talk about.

But Ah Hao, Daniel, Kathy and Xiao Min have been active around the first district all year round. This is the first time they have traveled so far. After driving for more than 30 hours, they came to a completely strange place, just to find Qi Ji and this teammate.

In Pellerini's eyes, this is like a cub leaving the supervision of its parents and breaking into the dangerous wilderness alone.

Transform any of them into a blood-granting unit, use the skills taught by the gunsmith to deal with the gunsmith, and let the students attack the teacher. This is the basic idea of ​​​​Pellerini, and it is also a way to win.

If it can't be done, then choose a good time to spread the video of the torture and murder of these young people to various trade transfer stations, so that the gunsmith's mania and dementia will severely damage his Dao heart.This is also a kind of winning, but winning less.

If even these young people cannot be killed or caught, the guaranteed solution is to transform a group of Luna Cup players, preferably admirers of gunsmiths and followers of Anonymous, distort their values, use money and power to corrupt them, and let them fight against Anonymous.

Rigid plans cannot keep up with changes. Pellerini is a very flexible decision-maker. With one blood granting unit to win four hours, this business only makes money but not losses.

For the next four calm hours, in the Lionheart Stadium, on the eve of the city competition, he wanted to attack this group of defenseless cubs. Even if the gunsmith had two wings on his back, he couldn't rush back to the students.

The blood-donating unit that carried out the arrest task was a couple.

The husband's name is Griffin Barton and the wife's name is Claire Barton.

They have a lovely child who is now a hostage in the hands of Lord Pellegrini.

They were worried about the safety of the child, but also rejoiced at the divine power brought by the flesh and blood, and finally muddled through, and half-pushed and half-heartedly became Pelletini's minions.

At this moment, the man was pushing an ice cream cart under the 41-degree heat. Under the strict firearms control of the capital, he did not carry any weapons. He parked next to the gate of the Roman Holiday Hotel, watching the people coming and going back and forth.

He and his wife acted as two sentinels, one in the light and one in the dark, and they were the kidnapping duo deployed in the capital ahead of time when the members of the Fairy Tale Kingdom were alone. They all possessed soul power.

Everything looks so beautiful, but these little guys are like Siamese twins, and there are at least three people on each trip.

"Kelly." Griffin lowered the brim of his hat, his eyes were irritable, his two fangs couldn't be hidden between his wide lips and teeth, and he could only cheerfully call himself a hybrid beast when he met Chagang's quick-reaction force patrol post, "Kelly, are you listening?"

The young woman hiding in the alley woke up from her doze, "Oh! Honey! I've been here all the time!"

"Marley Perot also lives in this hotel, why? Why?" Griffin questioned: "Why can this guy live in a big suite? We have to stand on the main road to suffer? My God! I was questioned by two soldiers from the Quick Reaction Force just now. They engage in racial discrimination! What the hell is there! Why are there people like this in the world! They don't care about the ice cream?! They didn't pay for the ice cream!"

Keli replied embarrassingly: "My dear, for the great cause of Crazy Butterfly, you have to endure and learn to be patient."

"Heh" Griffin scolded: "This society is broken like this! Fortunately, there are people like Pellerini! Otherwise, how should we survive?"

"Hehehe my dear." Keli quickly comforted, "Marley Perot's parents are still in the hands of Mr. Pellegrini! This kid can't help himself!"

"I can't help myself? I want to be involuntary too!" Griffin was full of complaints: "If I send my parents as hostages, I can also live in a hotel, eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day, and have cheerleaders every night."

Kelly: "What did you say?"

Griffin: "No I didn't say anything"

Kelly; 'You said it, cheerleader.'

Griffin: "No no no no! No it's not like that. Someone came out!"

A shark came out of the gate. This was the only single target the Bartons found during the days they were guarding.

"Hey! Damn it! It's such a hot day! I'm going to become a salted fish!"

The little shark was only wearing a pair of shoal pants, and his head was still hot with fish oil, and he would apply thermal paste on his forehead from time to time.

"I won't even go downstairs to get a takeaway! A bunch of slackers! I want the coach to come in person! Sooner or later, all your wages will be deducted!"

Griffin was disappointed because the baby shark wasn't their target—

—his wife, Keli, woke him up.

"Grab this one! Will the rest come?"