Atlas of Heaven and Man

After Old Feng discussed the general situation with Chen Chuan and the others, he also called his team members to gather with them. In just twenty minutes, the personnel were all present.

These people were all dressed in the style of the Bureau of General Affairs, wearing black windbreakers and top hats, exuding a capable aura and sharp eyes, divided into three squads of fifteen people each.

After a few glances, Chen Chuan felt that some of them might be quite extraordinary. He couldn't quite explain the feeling, they didn't seem particularly threatening, but they demanded attention.

However, this was a good thing, after all, they were on the same side. While carrying out the entrusted task, it was also necessary to ensure one's own safety, and the stronger the team members, the better.

Because it was the first cooperation, Old Feng briefly explained the coordination between the two sides. Apart from Chen Chuan himself, the role of the squad he brought was currently to assist and supplement, not to be the main force.

Chen Chuan had mentioned this positioning to the others from the start, and everyone expressed their understanding.

Those under Wei Chang'an felt that Old Feng, as the team leader, was very considerate. If they had encountered a black-hearted person, they might have been sent to scout the way as cannon fodder.

Before starting the operation, Old Feng distributed a standard Bureau of General Affairs protective suit to everyone, as well as a stab-proof windbreaker, a protective top hat, and scarves and masks to block wind, sand, and poisonous gas.

This was a national mission, so there were naturally no restrictions on the use of these items.

After putting on all these things, everyone felt a strong sense of security.

For ordinary people, these things could maximize the protection of their lives, but for people like Chen Chuan, their combat power was greatly enhanced, allowing them to use their own force without any scruples.

At the same time, everyone was also given a medicine pack, which contained various wound medicines, as well as special medicines that could save lives at critical moments. The Bureau of General Affairs personnel also had drugs to stimulate potential, ultimately used to fight desperately.

After all the preparations were completed, at ten o'clock in the evening, everyone got into the vehicles prepared by the Bureau of General Affairs in advance and set off into the wilderness under the cover of night.

Chen Chuan and Old Feng rode together. In the car, he looked through the specific information about this batch of goods. Because bio-combat weapons were prohibited from being bought and sold in the Da Shun Republic, Molan Corporation could only choose to order them from foreign companies.

This was why Quanshi brought the Tayana combat spiders to the edge of the wilderness to find buyers. Apart from large companies, ordinary people really couldn't handle this stuff.

However, the key to this thing was the high-energy nutrient solution. This thing had a short shelf life and could not be stockpiled too much, so after having combat creatures, a batch had to be purchased every once in a while.

These companies that produce high-energy nutrient solutions don't lack the technology for long-term storage, but doing so can both limit the force of other companies and allow them to sell repeatedly. Even the governments of various countries support them in doing so.

Old Feng said, "We'll go to Antan Corporation's stronghold in the wilderness first. The information there should be accurate and there shouldn't be any major changes."

Chen Chuan nodded. According to the information, this camp ostensibly had two experts who had reached the Second Limit, most of whom were armed bandits recruited locally, as well as a small number of implanted combat elites, and there were no higher-level combatants.

This included the team responsible for transporting the goods.

Chen Chuan understood. One of the tasks this time was to intercept the transportation of these nutrient solutions, and the other was to use this as bait to lure Molan Corporation's people to take the bait, and then deal with them to weaken their strength.

He tried to ask, "Will the 'Blood Ink Guard' appear?"

He had a deep impression of this guard, because this guard was very powerful, and all members were selected from combatants.

After a series of bone and muscle strengthening surgeries, they were implanted with implants that enhanced nerve reaction and coordination control. After activating the function of the implants, they could briefly keep up with the speed of Third Limit combatants, which eliminated the possibility of Third Limit people crushing them.

And with enough people, they could also use equipment to counterattack or even kill.

Having such strength also meant that combatants below the Third Limit might have no power to fight back in front of them.

And such people numbered ninety in the Molan Corporation branch alone.

If they were sent to the wilderness this time, it would be a formidable enemy.

Old Feng shook his head and said, "The Blood Ink Guard is Molan Corporation's treasure, and they won't be placed in this kind of place. After all, each guard member is built with money, and requires team cooperation and certain equipment to exert combat power. This has higher logistical requirements, and there are no conditions to maintain these in the wild.

If there were, we would have discovered it long ago.

For this operation, we have coordinated with many departments in advance, and have continuously monitored Molan Corporation's actions for two years, so you can rest assured about this."

Chen Chuan thought, in fact, encountering one or two would not be a bad thing, as he could learn about the combat power of this guard in advance.

Old Feng raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said, "There's still a way to go, let's not talk about these things for now. Let's talk about something else, after school starts this time, you should apply for a quota to go to the Central City, right?"

Chen Chuan's heart moved, and he said, "Is Commissioner Cao planning to solve Molan Corporation before September?"

Old Feng looked at him: "I didn't say anything."

Chen Chuan smiled: "Going to the Central City is definitely a must."

Old Feng looked at him seriously: "You must go. I've seen your file, and your qualifications are sufficient. Only by going there can you achieve significant growth.

However, some things are difficult to write down, especially since some people in the Martial Valor General Hospital have unclear ties with the local area. Therefore, you should try to make as many contributions as possible during this national commission, so that your resume will look better. This will help you get to the General Hospital. Do your best to perform well this time, and I will give you opportunities."

Chen Chuan understood what he meant. Besides the official commission and the Unlimited Defense Certificate, the matter of him killing the Mutual Aid Society and defeating Tan Wang would not be written in the records.

It's right not to write it down. These matters have nothing to do with the Martial Valor School and only exist in the archives of certain departments. Bringing them up might have the opposite effect.

Actually, this is also good, as it can indirectly protect himself.

However, some things can be brought out openly, such as participating in this national conscription. Adding that to his resume would be very impressive. Old Feng meant for him to take advantage of this opportunity to create an outstanding record.

This was Old Feng doing him a favor. He said, "Thank you, Special Envoy Feng."

Old Feng smiled and said, "You're welcome. Seeing you outstanding younger generations grow up is the greatest thanks to us." He looked outside again, "We're almost there."

The convoy drove for another seven or eight minutes before stopping behind a high slope. Old Feng sent people down to scout, and after a quarter of an hour, the scout returned and reported, "Special Envoy, everything is normal at the camp, basically consistent with the information described. Everyone is preparing and should be waiting to receive the goods."

Old Feng called a captain and said, "According to the pre-arranged plan, you take a team and a radio to lie in wait here. Report any situation at any time."

"Yes."

Soon, a team of people got out of the car and quickly plunged into the darkness.

The convoy then restarted and continued driving towards the wasteland ahead.

Old Feng explained to Chen Chuan, "This camp is too conspicuous and too easy to find. It's unlikely that both sides would choose to hand over the goods here directly, so we're going directly to find that cargo transport team."

Chen Chuan asked, "Do you have information to confirm where they are?" The wasteland was vast, and it wouldn't be easy to accurately find a moving convoy within a limited time.

Old Feng smiled and said, "I don't know, but I can ask them."

He asked the telegraph operator next to him to take out the radio and start sending messages. Before long, the telegraph operator received the information. After translating it, he looked up and said, "Special Envoy, they said the original route remains unchanged and they have already passed the Redwood Forest. They are expected to reach Pebble Gulch in ten minutes."

Old Feng said, "Keep an eye on them and ask again in an hour." He smiled at Chen Chuan and said, "You see, Antan will tell us the location themselves."

Chen Chuan felt it was a bit absurd, but he knew that behind these unconventional things, there must be a set of operating logic of their own, which seemed a bit incomprehensible to outsiders.

He said, "Doesn't the Molan Company, which commissioned them, worry about Antan Company's approach?"

Old Feng said firmly, "Because they have no other choice, and I guess Molan Company will make the same choice as us."

At the same time, on one side of the wasteland, another armed convoy was speeding along. This was the team that Molan Company had long stationed in the wilderness, and they were responsible for receiving this batch of goods this time.

Because they knew that Antan Company might leak information, they had reserved two delivery locations. One was a confirmed location, the armed camp on the surface, used to attract external attention.

The other was that they would actively go to find the Antan team that was still on the way, and then they would transport the goods to the designated location.

As for how to find them, although Antan Company would not tell them the specific route, they could obtain information through Antan Company's intelligence market.

Yes, as the receiver of this business, they also had to buy intelligence to obtain accurate information.

So now, such a scene appeared: the receiving party and the intercepting party were now rushing in one direction, and the source of information all came from Antan Company itself.

An hour later, after another radio communication, the convoy Chen Chuan was in stopped behind a slope.

After waiting for not long, faint lights appeared on the dim horizon, and then gradually approached. People with good eyesight could recognize that it was a convoy.

However, before they got close, they heard the sound of an engine coming from the other side, and it quickly approached there.

A captain looked through binoculars and said, "Special Envoy, it's Molan Company's receiving team."

Old Feng said, "Don't rush, wait a little longer."

After the two convoys met, they seemed to have coordinated within a few minutes. They saw a car separating from the transport convoy and following behind the Molan team, and the two sides separated.

The captain turned his head and said, "Special Envoy?"

Old Feng was still very calm and said, "Wait a little longer, trust Antan's business capabilities in selling intelligence."

Just as the Molan team's convoy was about to drive away, suddenly there was another sound, another convoy appeared, and directly crashed into the Molan convoy.

Sure enough, there were others!

The team members were shocked.

The captain looked for a while and asked, "Special Envoy, should we take action later?"

Old Feng thought for a while and shook his head, "Let's wait a little longer, we must believe in Antan's business ability in selling intelligence."

Sure enough, at this moment, dots of light appeared on the opposite high ground, obviously another convoy, and to be able to find this place accurately was obviously still thanks to Antan.

The team members were all dumbfounded. Good heavens, with just such a piece of information, they found four buyers. No, judging from the situation, there might be more. This intelligence business is really making a killing.

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