The junkyard was the raccoon's territory. If he could face the pursuers there, he might be able to solve the problem of the raccoon. Han Xiao put down his work and called out to Lu Qian. When she turned around, he said, "I want to take a day off."
"Sure." Lu Qian blinked and suddenly asked, "Are you okay?"
Han Xiao was stunned. "Why do you ask?"
Lu Qian's mind was sharp. Han Xiao was usually lazy and unmotivated, and his pair of dead fish eyes looked as if he was always in a daze. However, the sudden change in his temperament just now was caught by Lu Qian. Lu Qian could not describe what she felt at that moment. It was as if the feeling that Han Xiao gave her suddenly became … somewhat dangerous?
"If there are any difficulties, I'll help you," Lu Qian said seriously.
Han Xiao stared at Lu Qian's bright eyes for a long time. Lu Qian felt a little uncomfortable under his stare. She turned her face away and ran her fingers through her hair. "It's not polite to keep staring at me like that," she said jokingly.
Han Xiao retracted his gaze and said, "I'm not coming back for dinner tonight."
Lu Qian was a little disappointed. "I wanted to let you try my new dish, stewed pork ribs with pepper and pineapple with seaweed and coriander."
Han Xiao shuddered. F * ck, what kind of dark cuisine is that?
Han Xiao returned to his room and found a backpack to store the mechanical arm. He wrapped the Ranger in a dust-proof cloth and placed it on a trolley. He then headed to the junkyard.
…
"Boss, is that kid the target?"
A man wearing sunglasses quietly followed Han Xiao from behind. Every time Han Xiao turned or turned around, he was able to use the surroundings, crowds, public phone booths, and news stands to hide himself. He was obviously professionally trained. He wore a mini earpiece and communicated with his accomplice in an old car two streets away. There were five masked men in the car. They were the pursuers who had targeted Han Xiao.
They were mercenaries and bounty hunters. Their codename was' Hornet Sting Squad '. They had completed several missions and had a good reputation on the dark web. They had' accidentally 'discovered Han Xiao's whereabouts.
The Stinger Bee Squad realized that this was a great opportunity for them to take all the benefits for themselves. Money was secondary. If they could earn the recognition of the Germinal Organization, they would have found themselves a powerful backer.
"That kid is worth a million? He looks like an ordinary person. There is no difficulty at all. "
The second in command of the team, the long-haired guy, curled his lips. His tone was 30% skeptical and 70% contemptuous.
Captain Kelly was inspecting the guns. Hearing this, he said in a deep voice, "This is Stardragon's capital. We must act quickly and retreat immediately after killing the target."
…
"The target has set off."
A black jeep without a license plate followed Han Xiao from afar. A Division 13 field team sat in the jeep. Captain Li Hui was the person in charge of this operation, and Feng Jun was the operation consultant. Eight field personnel were wearing full combat uniforms and were equipped with tranquilizers.
Just as Han Xiao had expected, the Bee Stinger Squad was indeed Division 13's last attempt at testing the waters with the help of others. The mission of this group of agents was to secretly observe Han Xiao's performance and, when necessary, intervene to eliminate the mercenaries and 'invite' Han Xiao to the bureau as a guest.
The Bee Stinger Squad was a carefully selected chess piece with limited destructive power. Once they were used up, Division 13 would deal with the rest.
Feng Jun changed the image and said, "Han Xiao's route is to the Kro Junkyard in District 7. The Bee Stinger Squad is following the target. If the battle takes place at the junkyard, the economic losses will be minimized."
Division 13 knew all about Raccoon's power and backing. As long as they wanted to, they could make Raccoon disappear from the face of the earth. The national intelligence agency had the ability to do so.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Raccoon was not someone to be trifled with. However, he was nothing compared to the national intelligence agency.
…
The sun was setting in the west, gilding the skyscrapers of the Western Capital with a layer of gold.
At the junkyard in Kro, Raccoon was surprised by Han Xiao's arrival. Usually, Han Xiao would arrive in the morning and leave punctually two hours in. What was up with him today?
"I'm here to look for some materials," Han Xiao said casually.
Raccoon did not suspect anything and asked if he wanted to have a meal together. He thought that the taciturn Technician Han would not agree, but he did not expect Han Xiao to agree immediately. It was as if he had been waiting for him to ask. Raccoon was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
Han Xiao took off his mask, and Raccoon saw his face for the first time. He felt that he looked familiar, but he did not think too much about it.
Although the Dark Net had a bounty on Han Xiao, it was on another level. Normal people did not know much about his background. Raccoon's influence was limited to the small area in District 7 of the Western Capital. He rarely logged on the Dark Net, so he did not have a deep impression of the Germinal Organization's bounty. It was like a police warrant. Most people would forget about it as soon as they saw it.
Han Xiao wore a mask to keep his identity a secret, but it was no longer necessary. Division 13 would not let his identity be exposed. They would help him get rid of Raccoon.
…
A banquet was set up at the junkyard's rest stop. The two sat down and chatted casually.
"How was the gun you made last time?"
"Type 73 WASP. It's a very good gun. Even the military uses it. Other arms dealers charge six to seven thousand for one gun. You saved me a lot of money."
Raccoon's tone was very satisfied. He took out a cigar, cut open the end, lit it, and took a big puff. "The quality of the weapons you made is far better than their second-hand goods."
Han Xiao did not comment.
Although the quality of the products on the production line was guaranteed, they could not take into account the subtle differences of each gun. These differences came from the subtle differences of the materials themselves. If a skilled machinist made a gun by hand, they could adjust and strengthen it to suit the details of each gun. It was more lively than the products on the production line. Experts who used guns often could understand this difference. If one had to describe it, it was like customizing a suit was more exquisite.
Raccoon noticed the bulging backpack and trolley that Han Xiao always carried with him. He asked curiously, "What's in there?"
"Some parts."
Seeing that Han Xiao did not want to say more, Raccoon did not ask.
After chatting for a while, the sky outside gradually darkened.
The golden afterglow of the sky was gradually occupied by the gradually falling curtain of night. The border between dusk and night was gradually turning orange and blue. The sky was dyed a dim gray by the last ray of sunlight.
Suddenly, a subordinate ran in and said, "Boss, someone wants to see you."
"No, can't you see that I'm entertaining a distinguished guest?"
Raccoon frowned.
The subordinate hurriedly whispered a few words in his ear. Raccoon's eyes flashed. He looked at Han Xiao meaningfully and put on a smiling face. "Excuse me."
After that, Raccoon got up and left the table.
Han Xiao narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
…
Half an hour ago.
"Cousin, I came to the West Capital with great difficulty. I'm looking forward to you taking me to eat and drink well. You can't abandon me!"
Ma Jie followed behind a yellow-haired young man and kept talking. He came to the West Capital to seek shelter from his cousin, hoping to live a good life. However, his cousin did not seem to like him and sent him to work as a janitor. How could Ma Jie be satisfied? He pestered the yellow-haired young man and tried to play the family card. However, he did not dare to go too far. He was worried that his cousin would drive him away, so his attitude was very flattering.
The yellow-haired young man was annoyed and scolded, "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me cousin outside!"
Ma Jie smiled apologetically and said, "It's my fault. I'll slap myself." Then, he slapped himself twice.
"Look at your cheap face." The yellow-haired young man looked at him with disdain. "I only let you guard the door in my territory because you're my relative. Do you know how many wanderers eat moldy food? How can you be so picky? I'm going to deliver the supplies to a big shot. Don't follow me! "
"A big shot?" Ma Jie's eyes lit up. He asked shyly, "Who is it?"
"The boss of District 7, my immediate superior, Mr. Raccoon!" The yellow-haired young man saw the confused look on Ma Jie's face and said proudly, "Apart from District 1, there's a boss in each of the other seven districts. He's in charge of the drug and sex trade. Think about it, how high is his position?"
While talking, the two arrived at the entrance of Klow Junk Station. Ma Jie followed them shamelessly. The yellow-haired young man was about to explode again.
Ma Jie did not dare to follow them anymore. He was about to leave when he suddenly saw Han Xiao being escorted by Raccoon. He was stunned.
"Isn't that the kid I met when I was smuggling?"
One of Raccoon's direct subordinates walked over and frowned. "Don't stay here."
The yellow-haired young man put on a submissive smile in the blink of an eye. It was as if he had suddenly become a head shorter. "I'm also Raccoon's subordinate. I'm here to deliver the supplies."
Ma Jie pointed at Han Xiao's back and asked, "Who's that guy?"
The yellow-haired young man wanted to slap Ma Jie a few times. "Who are you to speak here?"
Raccoon's subordinate stopped the yellow-haired young man and answered, "He's an important guest of the boss."
'An important guest of Raccoon?' Ma Jie was startled. He immediately felt a surge of jealousy and embarrassment. He had worked so hard to seek refuge with his relatives, but he couldn't even compare to one percent of that Han brat's treatment. How could that unappreciative brat be better off than him?
The scene of him bragging came back to him. Ma Jie was embarrassed.
"You know Master Han?"
Ma Jie said awkwardly, "Not really. I only exchanged a few words with him when we were stowaways."
Raccoon's subordinate's eyes lit up.
"Come with me. The boss wants to see you!"
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