The boss of a foreign organization called the police, claiming that he was defrauded by me

Chapter 3 You don’t deserve to know my identity!
  [Do you need weapons? 】

Thousands of miles away in Mexico, in the Bocheni Mountains in the state of Coahuila, in the computer room of the base camp of the Rostas armed group, the staff responsible for daily maintenance of the Twitter account received a private message from Yang Xia.

The reason why the Rostas Armed Group arranged its real base camp here is because Coahuila State is rich in mineral resources. Many local companies are mining here, and the movement of personnel and large equipment is beneficial to the Rostas Group. Personnel and weapons hidden.

Although he is not afraid of government troops, he cannot withstand their round-the-clock investigations. Hiding among many mining companies is a good choice.

At this moment, the staff member with dark green hair sitting in front of the computer quickly sent a reply to Yang Xia.

[Remind you, we are the Rostas armed group, don’t try to play tricks]

As the territory of the Rostas armed group continues to expand, frictions with government forces and other gangs have also deepened. Existing weapons and equipment can no longer meet their needs, and they need to purchase large quantities.

But they don’t reject anyone who comes. Buying weapons is not just buying cabbage, as long as you can eat it.

Must be screened clearly.

After sending out the news of purchasing weapons and equipment, Rostas Group received a lot of information wanting to cooperate.

But after investigation, it was found that none of them were reliable.

At this moment, when facing the message sent by Yang Xia, the staff subconsciously felt that he might be an unreliable guy who sent the message to make a fuss, so he did not trust him.

[First tell us your identity, whether you are a private arms dealer or a leader in the military of which country]

[We will then evaluate to see if you are qualified to cooperate with us]

After the dark green head went through the process and replied to Yang Xia, he would switch the interface and continue watching the horse racing live broadcast.

……

Ah.

The shelf is quite small.

Yang Xia, who was far across the ocean, looked at the reply on the screen and sneered.

Saying names will inevitably reveal the secret, so you have to use a special method to avoid it, and at the same time, you can still control them.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Xia quickly typed out a reply on the keyboard.

[You don’t deserve to know my true identity]

Don't we deserve to know?

In the computer room of Rostas Base Camp, the green-haired staff member who switched back to the private message interface was so angry that he smashed his mouse.

What the hell are you talking about? You're looking for death with such arrogant words, right?
  Before a series of Spanish expletives could be sent, the other party sent another sentence. The dark green-headed hands stopped in an instant and gathered in mid-air motionless.

[However, I naturally know that you are the Rostas armed group, and I also know that you advertise to the outside world that your base camp is located in Chihuahua, but in fact it is an empty shell and a bait. 】

[Your real base camp, the hiding place of the boss behind the scenes, is in the mining area of ​​the Bochenyi Mountains]

what? !

The dark green head stared straight at the computer screen. After a few seconds, he stood up suddenly.

dong dong dong-

He knocked down three or four stools in a row. He didn't care if he tripped over, got up and rushed out.

Five or six minutes later.

The dark green leader led the way, leading the leader of the Rostav Armed Group, Carlos the Jackal, and the second leader, Bloody Hand Gonzalez, into the computer room and to the computer.

Stab - Stab

He dragged two chairs over and asked Carlos, the boss, and Gonzalez, the second boss, to sit down. His dark green head pointed at the computer and said in a hurry: "Boss, this is the person!"

"You actually know our true hiding place?"

"Where did the other party come from?"

After reading the information on the screen, Carlos and Gonzalez looked at each other, one biting his lip and the other frowning.

'Jackal' Carlos always hated spies the most. All the spies who were caught within the group had their kneecaps removed, their genitals cut off, and then injected with amphetamines, so that while they were awake, they could watch their bodies being destroyed bit by bit. Beat until deformed and cut into pieces with a knife.

Not only that, family members, young and old, who inform on spies will also suffer the same torture.

Under such a terrifying threat, no member of the Rostas Group rebelled, and they kept the secrets of the group even more secretive. Therefore, it is impossible for outsiders to know the true location of the base camp.

Who is this guy across from the computer? ?

After more than ten seconds of silence, the boss, Carlos, said that he was typing the words himself. The tone of the words he sent was really polite.

[I don’t know how to call you, so let’s call you sir. Do we know each other? Why do you know we are here? 】

Hooked!
  Yang Xia smiled knowingly.

I am not afraid that you ask, but I am afraid that you do not ask.

Since you asked, it means I was right, the Rostav armed group is interested.

Thanks to watching Rostav Group’s special program in my previous life, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to use it today!

Putting his hands back on the keyboard, Yang Xia readjusted his sitting posture and meditated for a while.

It's not enough for the other party to be interested. You have to continue to whet his appetite and satisfy him easily, but it's difficult to follow up. This is called playing hard to get.

clap clap clap-

His fingers touched the keyboard, the keys went up and down, and a reply was sent to Carlos and others in Mexico through the network cable.

【You can call me Mr. Y】

[Also, you are not a newcomer, so you naturally understand that in our industry, the most important thing is to ensure that privacy is not exposed, so you don’t need to know my identity]

[As for why I know your location, it is not difficult at all. I also know that you have three informants within the top brass of the Mexican government]

click-

After sending the above sentences, Yang Xia moved the mouse with his right hand, pointed at the '×' icon in the upper right corner, and with a slight click, the entire Twitter private message interface exited.

These few words just now are a killer move. The other party must be shocked. Leave him alone for a while, let him scratch his head and scratch his head to maximize his appetite.

Yang Xia straightened his arms, stretched, and then reached for his cell phone, intending to send and receive messages.

The situation in Mexico was indeed as Yang Xia expected.

Carlos was so shocked that he couldn't sit still. He stood up from his chair and paced back and forth in the computer room with a pale face.

The staff nearby and the second-in-command Gonzalez were at their wits' end. Their eyes followed Carlos's figure as they moved left and right, sweat dripping onto the ground.

The other party not only knows where the group’s base camp is, but also knows that we have spies inside the government forces!

Only Carlos and Gonzalez know about the spy, no one else can hear about it!

clatter--

Carlos, the boss, stopped and turned to look at Gonzalez without saying a word.

"Boss, don't you think it was me who leaked the secret?"

Gonzalez leaned back, obviously in a defensive posture after being surprised. Two seconds later, he stood up excitedly.

"If it were me, boss, execute me and my family in front of the entire group."

"You sit down first, I didn't say anything!"

Carlos knew that it was impossible for Gonzalez, who had been with him through life and death, to leak the secret. He put his hand under the latter's shoulder and pushed him back into his seat.

"The person on the other side is not a good person. With such intelligence capabilities, it must be a huge organization. Maybe it will be useful to us."

"Hurry up and ask the other party what they want first!"

The boss gave a look, and the dark green head next to him immediately understood, and quickly sat in front of the computer to reply to the other party.

"what?!!"

Like a robot with a dark green head, he turned his head one after another with an ugly expression: "Boss, the other party, the other party is offline!"

"Cerdo—"

Spanish curse words blurted out, Carlos slapped the table and barked orders:
  "Use all possible means to contact the other party, otherwise I will throw you to feed the crocodiles!"

(End of this chapter)