The boy's eyebrows twitched, and he finally opened his eyes. He looked at Zhang Heng with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Who the hell are you?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Heng asked rhetorically.
"We've checked your information. You're just the most common bodyguard clone produced by the G7Z Security Company. Your memory is very ordinary, and they won't pay much attention to a clone like you. Basically, they've applied a universal template and programmed a few family and friends that you can't contact. Anyway, as long as you can make do in the short term, it'll be fine. Your physical fitness is only a little better than ordinary people, and all you have are the most basic bodyguard skills, and they're all more defensive. Why, why are you so aggressive? Where did you get your marksmanship, assassination skills, camouflage, and concealment skills? Did someone write your memory privately for you? But how do you explain your physical fitness? Why is it so much stronger than the description? "
The boy in the baseball cap threw a series of questions at Zhang Heng. Before Zhang Heng could say anything, Feng Zi on the other side was stunned. "Are you a clone?"
"If you are referring to the standard of a clone, the code on the back of the neck and the locator under the cerebral cortex, yes, I have both of them," Zhang Heng said.
"How is this possible? I have a few clone workmates, and you are completely different from them. They are like … like the blindfolded donkeys I told you about. But I don't feel this kind of feeling from you. In fact, when you stepped into the bar, I felt that you were more real than ever. You are more real than a clone, even more real than the ordinary people around me, "Feng Zi said.
"My situation is more complicated. I will explain it to you when I have the chance in the future," Zhang Heng said. After that, he turned his gaze to the boy in the baseball cap. "Now it's my turn to ask questions."
While speaking, Zhang Heng took out the Oath Ring and a piece of parchment from his backpack. After completing the preparatory ritual, he began to ask questions.
It took him about an hour to get to know the emergency response team members and the layout on the second floor. He asked them in detail, and Feng Zi was there to help him. When the Oath Ring showed that the boy in the baseball cap was lying, Feng Zi would use the laser gun in her hand to help him recall it again.
After a few times, there were a few bloody holes on the boy's thighs, and the smell of barbecued meat wafted out. He also realized that he would be discovered if he lied, so he chose to cooperate obediently and did not play any more tricks.
However, Zhang Heng also knew that this information could only be used as a reference. After the boy in the baseball cap fell into his hands, the other party would probably make corresponding adjustments. At the same time, Feng Zi was using her PDA to monitor the union's movements.
She noticed that there were only four rewards left, including herself and Zhang Heng. In other words, there were only three couriers left.
"One last question." Zhang Heng looked at the boy in the baseball cap. "The members of your emergency response team should have a communication channel, right?"
"Yes, but you threw away my bracelet," the boy in the baseball cap said.
"It doesn't matter. You should remember how to contact your captain, right?"
The boy in the baseball cap hesitated for a moment. He then looked at Feng Zi, who was holding a laser gun, and nodded, "Yes."
"Give me his contact information," Zhang Heng said.
After that, Zhang Heng took the PDA from Feng Zi and sent an encrypted email to Mr. G. The password was Miss F's birthday. The other party did not disappoint him, and he received a reply three minutes later.
Inside the email was the address of a chat room.
After Zhang Heng joined the chat room, he received a communication request from Mr. G. After Zhang Heng clicked to confirm, Mr. G's voice immediately came from the other side. He said angrily, "What do you mean by that email? You knew those guys from the emergency response team would see that email, didn't you? "
"I'm a real courier. Isn't it normal for me to sacrifice other bait to get out of trouble when Shengtang Morgan Group's people are targeting me?" Zhang Heng said calmly.
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, Mr. G was speechless. Indeed, with Zhang Heng's identity as a courier, there seemed to be no problem with him doing so. However, Mr. G also knew that Zhang Heng might have realized that he was deceived when he sent that email. So, Mr. G's voice finally returned to normal. There was no longer any anger in him.
"Since we are all smart people, let's stop beating around the bush. I admit that I lied to you about the transaction because I can't trust you as much as Miss F does. However, I didn't lie about the surgery. I originally planned to not care what role you played in it. As long as the transaction was successful and you could come back, I would still fulfill my promise and help you remove the tracking device in your head. However, you ruined everything with an email. You chose to stand on the opposite side of me. So, don't expect me to help you with the surgery," Mr. G said coldly.
"I'm standing on the opposite side of you? Then I have to say that there are quite a lot of people on the opposite side of you, "Zhang Heng said. After that, he quickly glanced at the screen, paused, and then said, "I noticed that apart from me, you only have two couriers left. It seems that without me to help you deal with the emergency response team, the situation on your side is not very good."
"My people are good enough."
"I don't doubt that, but it seems that they are not as good as the emergency response team on the opposite side," Zhang Heng said.
"What are you trying to say?" Mr. G asked after a moment of silence.
"The transaction on your side has been completed, right? It seems that your people are in trouble now. I noticed that they are about to be caught by the emergency response team. Fortunately, I am still here."
"Are you willing to help my people return to the first level?" Mr. G asked.
"It depends on what kind of price you are willing to offer," Zhang Heng said.
On the other side of the phone, Mr. G thought for about three seconds, seemingly weighing Zhang Heng's latest proposal. After that, he said, "If you can help my people return to the first level, then our previous agreement is still valid. I will arrange for someone to perform the surgery on you, and I will not pursue the matter of the email."
"Plus five million credits as compensation for your breach of contract," Zhang Heng said lightly.
Mr. G looked a little angry when he heard that. "Don't push your luck."
"It's just a small reasonable request. This amount of money is not a big amount for you."
Mr. G hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Well, I will ask the courier to contact you later. You must protect his safety."
"Deal."
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