Te Li Weikang sighed helplessly. Adolf looked embarrassed and just said nothing. There was a precedent, and he really could not refute anything.

"I need to know the details of the mission. As for the secrets about the organization, you can just hide them automatically. I am not interested in knowing it, nor do I want to know it. If you get involved with you, you will definitely not get any benefits in the end, but you will cause trouble." It was a mistake to promise Lisuman and the contemporary Holy Emperor. General Pullman didn't say what he said in his heart. He had been silent for decades in the small country, except for maintaining a considerable level of strength, and he knew very well that all other aspects of his body had declined a lot. Vigilance, thinking, analysis of the situation, etc. could not reach the level of commanding the army to fight.

"After all, I'm still a person who is gradually getting older." The sigh in his heart was not reflected in his face at all. "It seems that this war, I still have to fight for some opportunity for myself."

Adolf expected Pullman to say this and handed out the prepared information with a smile: "Look, this is work, and it is a schematic diagram of the scope of patrol and protection. It is just that big place, and it is not Soriatu alone. The four people guarded at the same time, plus the prepared weapons and machines, and only a few people knew about the location of the laboratory base and warehouse. It takes enough time just to explore and determine the specific location. At present, I don't think there will be enemies to discover them."

"Sending Soriatu is because of the importance of laboratory bases in the organization. With this level of task, it is not only a brief answer, but also a good reason to send Soriatu to a higher position."

"I hope so." Pullman has always been unoptimistic. Lisuman himself is a variable. Coupled with the current situation of the organization to which Adolf, Pullman not only reminds himself to be vigilant, but also prepares to run away in time when he is unable to control his accident.

Cassia didn't know what kind of task was to protect and guard it, but he knew what was in the warehouse, besides precious machines, it was precious raw materials. Concentrated dragon blood and the crude alloy embryos were definitely worthy of adventure for many people. In view of this, Delya happened to come, so he asked her to make a complete preparation for herself.

In the past, Delya helped Cassia prepare for these weapons and materials, proficiency, and what needs they need, probably no one is more familiar with. In the end, Cassia only added the second generation of holy swords, and was as big as a can of dragon blood, the thermos cup commonly used by ordinary people in winter, so she drove by herself to the meeting place explained in the information.

The collection scene of the task not long ago was clearly preserved in memory. This time the form is no different from the last time. Not far from the station, the flow of people is quite considerable. I will never know who the mission is, and who will come to pick him up. In short, the organization's consistent style and all member information are roughly in the hands of the director. The collection time is also a time period, and every moment is possible.

From around 11 a.m. to 4 p.m., Cassia was still sitting in the gift car. She was not worried that the person in charge would forget him, nor could she find him. She didn't have this ability, so that would be inappropriate.

In contact, Adolf kept saying that this was a vacation-like task, simple without any difficulties. Of course, Cassia would not believe it like this. But some of the words were also heard in his head. He himself also hoped that during the two to four months of the task, he could find a rare leisure time for his daily life to be dazed, and also think about the cumbersome information in his head.

Perhaps this is already the case from driving to the meeting place. It is not that you are not thinking, but that part of your attention is cut off and used to observe the surroundings. The pedestrians on the streets around the station are the objects of observation. Cassia can get something similar to peace from them for no reason.

Maybe this is himself on another line. However, Cassia has been thinking about who would have been greater when the war breaks out, or in this world, the number and base of ordinary people who are hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of times that of the surgeon at that time, compared with the surgeon?

This is a question, and it is something that Cassia can't figure it out.

At 5 pm, a man's approaching made Cassia return from thinking to the car. It was not until the window was knocked that Cassia looked over symbolically, and a piece of paper with a code name was pressed by her hands and stuck to the window glass.

"No. 4." There are two simple words, and below is a string of twelve digits. Cassia nodded, took out the prepared paper from her pocket and opened it to the man outside the window to see.

After confirming the password, under the guidance of the man, Cassia drove slowly forward for a while, followed the three ritual cars ahead, and drove until three in the morning before stopping. On the way, she took a long way to go between several cities, and the route was enough to throw away everything that had nothing behind her. The sound pulse informed Cassia of this, and no suspicious people followed.

But the location of the destination was a little concerned by Cassia. He remembered this area very clearly. It was the place where the king's faction seized from the rebel forces during the internal war of King Chil. Shortly after controlling this area, the two sides had a rest of the war. Now it seems that many of the wars in small countries should be the product of the control of the mutual game by large forces.

The four ceremonial cars finally parked in a small town that looked very ordinary. In the early morning, there were no other lights except for the signs of some shops. When they entered here, the sound of the ceremonial cars seemed to be absorbed and became extremely low.

In front of a vast building, there is a tool shop that is often found in a small town, selling everyday items and a little bit of everything. Behind the shop is a common house, a two-story building, a parking shed, and a large garden. A grassland that is evergreen in winter has just been trimmed.

In the sound pulse, shortly after the four ritual trucks entered the town, a diagonal lifting platform fell in the parking shed of the house, leading to the basement below. The basement was very deep, at least twenty or thirty meters from the ground. Several layers were added with concrete and silence materials in the middle. As long as the entrance and exit are not broken through, perhaps only the warheads in the truck that had not long ago could be destroyed directly.

I knew it would be some hidden form, but Cassia did not expect it to be like this. In the basement, there was another person waiting there, holding a hot coffee in his hand and a happy expression: "Welcome to come here to take over our work. The other three left first. Tonight and tomorrow all day, I will introduce you to the specific work and related situations here."
Chapter completed!