Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The Siberian woman caught the helmet with one hand, smiled and said to the visitor: "We have new colleagues in our group. Let's chat more when we get off work together."

"Oh, let's go." The visitor looked back casually and urged her: "I'm starving. Let's go home and get food first."

　　The Siberian woman stepped on the motorcycle and asked the girl: "Are you...someone coming to pick you up? It's not easy to take a taxi here."

"have."

Qiao Nian still had a lazy tone, feeling quite alone.

The Siberian woman saw that she did not look like a show-off, so she put on her helmet and patted her companion in front of her: "Let's go."

Her companion turned the handle, and the heavy-duty motorcycle engine roared and sped away in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Nian followed the sound of the wind and heard their conversation.

“She doesn’t look like someone from here. She looks a bit like someone from Asia. She also has green eyes, which is really strange.”

 “I think she’s pretty cool, I like her very much.”

 Wait until they disappear.

 Qiao Niancai walked towards the corner of the road in the distance with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Sure enough, there was an inconspicuous Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road. There was a hand outside the half-open window. The elbow hanging in the air was long and smooth, and the smooth lines slid to the fingertips, glistening in the upper light.

　　The appearance of the owner of the hand makes people curious for no reason.

 Qiao Nian made sure there was no tail following behind her, then she walked over, opened the car door, slid in, and immediately lowered her eyes in a low voice.

 “Get out of here first.”

"Um."

She didn't need to explain. The man raised the window, put his hands back on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly slid away from the roadside. When he drove out of the suburbs and entered the city limits, and when he was waiting at a traffic light in front of him, he looked sideways at the girl sitting next to him in the passenger seat.

 “How is it, not going well?”

 Qiao Nian told him yesterday about sneaking into the factory today, and asked him to help get the magnetic card.

 The magnetic card is real.

But her identity, the photos and the information on it were all fake. This part was easy to handle. Qiao Nian invaded the factory's management system and added information to herself, so the supervisor couldn't find out because there was really someone like her in the background. 'Employee' information.

 As for the green eyes…

The girl rested in the passenger seat for more than ten minutes. After she recovered a little, she felt discomfort in her eyes. She casually opened the center console and tried to find a mirror to remove her contact lenses.

 But I couldn’t find it after looking for it.

 Qiao Nian sat upright again and gave up searching irritably. She spoke with a bit of depression as if she had not found the mirror: "No, it went pretty well."

She told him about the abnormal things she saw when she sneaked into the factory to investigate today. Finally, she looked at the man, opened the car window to let some air in, and rested her elbows on it.

“Does an ordinary aircraft processing factory need such strict protective measures? I’m afraid the laboratories in the Aerospace Research Institute don’t have as large a presence as they do.”

 It is magnetic card recognition, fingerprint + iris technology, and the last layer even has an infrared scanning whole-body verification system.

"Nie Qingru's treasury is not so strict." Qiao Nian said expressionlessly, his eyes darkened, and he turned to look at him again after a while.

“As expected, there is what I’m looking for here. Now the question is how do I get what I want without alerting them.”

The Sixth Continent cannot be alerted to discover that she is investigating the Faded One, otherwise Master Cheng, Feng Yu, and everyone who knows this secret will be implicated.

 But they need more comprehensive data on faded people in order to develop counter-weapons based on faded people. (End of chapter)