"Will the security team send someone out tonight?" The person in charge of the commotion outside was used to not paying attention to it, but it caught Ling Chong's attention.

"Ah, it seems that they did send someone over at noon to inform them that they would send someone out to maintain order." The person in charge glanced out the window casually, "I think this group of people just wanted to take advantage of the autumn breeze.

Those people outside have not yet obtained official identities and are running out to extort money. What do you mean by maintaining order? It would be a blessing if the order is not messed up."

"Then we don't care?" Ling Chong pretended to be an honest person.

"Control? How to control it?" The person in charge rolled his eyes, "Those guys have guns in their hands, what do we have in our hands? Can't we call the police if everyone is in trouble?"

"That's true..." Ling Chong grinned awkwardly.

"Brother, the so-called poverty means being alone. We are all mixed up like this. It is best not to ask about other things. As for what will happen in the future, we can worry about it later." The person in charge looked like someone who had drunk some ink, but his values ​​were a bit cynical.

"Maybe you are right." Ling Chong did not argue. He also wanted to play the role of the hard-working old father. Such a person would not take the initiative to argue with others.

Of course, this does not mean that Ling Chong just pretended that what just happened did not happen. He had long realized that tonight would be a very special night. A large number of new immigrants who did not belong to each other were crowded temporarily around various settlements. Everyone in District 9

The organizations that can maintain the basic order are all overloaded. For those gangsters who want to cause something to happen, this is a godsend opportunity - no matter whether the matter succeeds or fails, the blame can be placed on the unattainable immigrants who cannot be traced at all.

On the responsible group, let everything die without any evidence.

"The police sent a large number of patrols?" After receiving the news from Ling Chong, Lan Tian frowned. This was inconsistent with her monitoring data.

"So, there is really a problem?" Aaron sat at the door of the tent and stared at the stars in the sky in a daze. Since the evening, he had noticed a few eyes staring at him secretly, but he didn't know who was behind these eyes.

"Ah, the communication frequency has dropped off a cliff compared to the daytime. Except for the management patrols at the four gates and the fence, there is almost no information from other teams that can be monitored." This is the reason that confused Lan Tian.

"You don't need walkie-talkies when extorting money." Ling Chong believed that some of the patrol teams were indeed out to extort money as the person in charge said.

"Those who engage in secret operations will not use walkie-talkies easily, especially when they are mixed with other teams." Aaron believes that the personnel sent by Thunder Leopard to 12th Street to cause trouble have been mixed among these dispatched patrol teams.

Leave the camp.

"Tonight is indeed a good time to do something. Is Yu Wanzhi ready?" Aaron was under surveillance and could not move. He did not want to use Ling Chong and Lan Tian, ​​so this matter would inevitably have to be "outsourced" to

Yu Wanzhi's men.

"If his ability can still be maintained, it should be fine. I hope he won't be overwhelmed by the responsibility of the speaker." Thinking that Yu Wanzhi's control over the ninth district may not be as good as before, Aaron couldn't help but feel superfluous.

worries.

"Humans are really contradictory creatures. When they work as subordinates, they want to get a higher position. But when they do get a higher position, they can't stand the pressure of the high position." As someone who has experienced this, Ling Chong can understand Yu Wanzhi's current state of mind.

"Uncle Ling." Aaron stared blankly at the stars in the sky, suddenly realizing something.

"Um?"

"Tonight, there is no moon."

——Two hours later·Near "Twelve Street"——

"Why the hell are there so many people here?" The leader pulled down the old-fashioned night vision goggles on his head, thinking that he might as well install an electronic prosthetic eye in the future.

"There are always some guys in the world who like to look for excitement." The deputy's prosthetic eye emitted a light that was so weak that it was almost invisible in the dark night. "It is impossible to go around directly. We have to sneak in or touch it. How do we get there?"

"The crowds are too dense and it will be difficult to get through. We might also alert others. Let's take off all the equipment and hide it. Let's pretend to be ordinary people." The leader pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"Boss, pretending to be an ordinary person can't get into No. 12 Street. I don't think you can do it without doing the same thing, so I might as well pretend to be someone sent out by the gang from No. 12 Street to patrol. Anyway, everyone doesn't have a uniform, and they have nothing to show for it.

A gun is enough to scare ordinary people away." At this time, another quick-thinking member suggested.

"You want to pretend to be one of them and sneak in directly." The leader frowned, "Isn't it too risky?"

"Wealth can be found in danger." The person who made the suggestion sounded rather gambling, "The gang on Twelve Street is not organized at all. Our chance of successfully sneaking in is better than climbing a wall and sneaking in, right?"

"I think he is right, the level of danger is almost the same anyway." Sensing the leader's gaze, the deputy said.

"Okay, if the situation is bad, let's run away. We can't afford to lose our lives in such a horrible place." The leader couldn't come up with a better way, so he had to agree.

The policy was set. This five-man team with a special mission simply removed the suspicious-looking equipment and hid it. Then they picked up their weapons and swaggered towards the temporary crowd gathered around No. 12 Street with an attitude of disavowal.

Go.

Perhaps the previous patrol experience played a role. People who were worried about their inability to fall asleep in the middle of the night kept away from this "patrol team". Even the police force that claimed to be the maintainer of order inevitably ripped people off everywhere. It is conceivable that

Knowing that these people have already paid a lot of price when facing the gangs on No. 12 Street, if they provoke those guys again now, they are simply making themselves uncomfortable.

Of course, these people didn't expect to get away just by looking alike. They pretended to circle around a guard post at the entrance to 12th Street, and finally waited for the sound of a rapidly approaching engine in the distance.

"Stop!" The man at the sentry point fired his automatic rifle into the air to slow down the van. He angrily held the gun and blocked it in the middle of the road.

"Let's go! A good dog doesn't block the road." The car stopped anyway, and a head with almost half of its face already transformed into a prosthetic body stuck out impatiently from the car window. In the world outside District 9, this kind of appearance

It will undoubtedly make you lose your job and become the target of defense for all passers-by. However, in District 9, there is a warning color similar to "I am not to be messed with." Many people will even take the initiative to remove the artificial skin on their bodies to expose the prosthetic parts.

to show identity.

"Stop talking nonsense, what is being transported in there?" The man who fired the gun to stop the car was not to be outdone, and tapped the iron sheet of the car with the barrel of his gun to ask.

"Can you care?" Half of his face rolled his eyes, "Move your broken board away, or I will run over it."

"Heh, try it." The man who stopped the car sneered. Half of the recoilless gun barrel protruded from the top of the arch made of scrap iron above his head.

"...Okay, damn you guys." Half of his face looked so serious that he had no choice but to admit defeat. He reached out reluctantly and knocked on the car's partition window, and then the person in the back opened the rear door.

"It's all bullets, nothing interesting to see." Boxes of old ammunition were piled half full in the trunk, and two guys who looked like half a face were squeezed pitifully in the gap between the boxes.

"This half car has enough bullets for you to smash all the windows on No. 12 Street, and you still say there's nothing interesting to see?" The man who stopped the car curled his lips and returned to the half face, "Tonight's password."

"Who has time to memorize that stuff?" Half of his face rolled his eyes again, "Do you remember?"

"Password." The person who blocked the train expressed his impatience at the sound of the metal clang of the recoilless rifle being loaded overhead.

"Lao Wang's wife... No, it seems to be the day before yesterday, Schrödinger's dog? Are we free? No, I really can't remember, I drank too much at noon." Half of his face was trying hard to recall the password, but unfortunately his half-mechanized

The brain does not appear to contain external memory devices.

"Yes, I drank too much at noon, let's go over there." I don't know whether it was his luck or the person who stopped the car was teasing him, but the car finally got in safely.
Chapter completed!