I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Imagining the sword-browed man still lying in the coffin, I couldn't help but look at the warm sun above my head...

"You dare not open that coffin because you know there is nothing in it, or because you are afraid that the coffin is actually reserved for yourself..."

Feeling emotional and talking to myself, I was silent for a moment, then took out a cigarette and stuffed it into my mouth, and sat in the driver's seat...

"Little brother, let's go, let's meet by fate..."

Looking at the uncle who passed by me and kept saying hello, I smiled and waved, watching them leave...

After turning on the navigation, I turned my head to look in the rearview mirror, took a deep look in the direction of Qingniang Village, grinned at the corner of my mouth, and stepped on the accelerator...

Sorry... banned your guns!

...

"Forty kilometers away from the destination ahead..."

Listening to the electronic notification sound from the navigation, I took a deep breath of the last cigarette, threw the cigarette butt out of the window, took out the blind man's communicator, and sent a message to the bass man...

(I am still [-] kilometers away from Zhangjiajie, and it takes about an hour to get there. Are your samples ready?)

drop drop~

(I am not at the scene, I will give you the communication channel of my subordinates, you can just contact them...)

After only a few seconds, I received an unfamiliar communication channel...

Without any hesitation, I connected to unfamiliar channels one after another...

"Hey, is this the connector guy?"

I'm not worried about what they'll hear from my voice, after all, the communication channel that the bass man gave me is new, which means that the contact person has never seen the blind man...

"Hey, where have you been?"

Northwestern accent, early twenties...

Squinting slightly, I reported the itinerary...

"There are still 38 kilometers..."

The Northwestern man's tone is very relaxed...

"Okay, tell me the license plate number. We'll put the goods in your car when we get there in a while. Don't stop there, just drive to Zhuhai Airport. Someone will take you to Macau..."

I frowned and asked the question...

"Are there a lot of samples?"

The Northwestern man smiled...

"Don't worry, it's not big, but it's very valuable..."

Wei Wei thought for a moment, and I rejected his request...

"Since the thing is not big, I won't give you the license plate number. You can find a place where there is no one and put the sample away, and then send me the exact location. I will take my companion there to pick it up..."

Hearing what I said, the other end fell silent...

After a full minute, the man from Northwest finally spoke...

"Okay, just do what you said!"

After hanging up the communication, I chose to stop the car in front of a small river, took a deep breath with a cigarette in my mouth, then untied my belt, and took advantage of the comfortable interval to fall into deep thought...

First of all, the task given by the bass man was to go to Zhangjiajie to get samples, escort them to Zhuhai, then go to Macau, and finally fly from Macau to Brazil...

At the beginning, I was immersed in the joy of leaving Huaxia, so I didn't have any doubts about this task...

But now the closer I get to the target position, the more uneasy I feel. That's right, it's not that I'm a cheap person, but that everything seems...too smooth?

For example, as far as the mission flow is concerned, this should be a very simple delivery mission, so just send one of your own people there...

Why send the blind man?

The Northwest man also said just now that this item is very expensive, so why should someone who has already failed once deliver such an expensive item?

Slightly squinting my eyes, I started to recall the negotiation process between myself and the bass man...

Although two days have passed, thanks to my excellent memory, I retrace everything that happened at that time in my mind...

First, he connected to the communication channel of the blind man...

I turned on the environment simulation function to negotiate with him...

He thought it was too noisy and asked me to find a quiet place...

I said text and hung up the comm...

After hanging up the communication, I started to reason...

I also had a sip of hot soup in the middle...

Before the reasoning was over, he sent a message...

At that time, the noodle soup in my hand was already cold...

He said he was disappointed with us...

I said two brothers died...

And offered to refund the money...

He said no money...

task to do...

By the way, the problem has arisen!

First, the blind man has already failed the mission once, but still asks him to perform the mission...

Second, he thought the voice was noisy, so I asked to hang up the phone. The soup was still hot at that time, but when he texted me, the soup was cold...

The problem with the former is...too trusting!

The problem with the latter is... why does the hot soup turn cold when only voice contact has changed to text contact?

It means that I have been reasoning for a long time, and before he sent a text message, he must have reported the situation here to someone, so there was a task that seemed unreasonable later!

Switching to the voice communication between me and the Northwest man just now, he was silent for a minute when he heard my plan. This should be reporting to the leader, or discussing the feasibility of my plan with others...

According to the bass man, the Northwest man is his subordinate, so the Northwest man can only report to him if he wants to report!

But the bass man spent such a long time at that time, who was he reporting to?

What's more, it doesn't take that long to report, the only possibility is to tell others the news that I'm still alive!

And this person... Could it be a chicken head?

The bass man knows about Brazil, and he also knows about the failure of the blind man's mission, which means that he must be Jitou's confidant, so he can only report to Jitou!

And Jitou must not believe it when he knew that the blind man was still alive. After all, there are almost no people who can escape alive in my hands!

So there are only two ways for Jitou to confirm the authenticity of the news. First, contact Huaxia's official dark chess to confirm whether the blind man is really still alive...

Second, randomly assign a task, let people who have seen me wait in place, and see who appears!

But in fact, the latter is not needed at all, because the assistant had already sent back the news of my assassination on the helicopter, otherwise it would not have been said that someone was sent to clean up the body...

In other words, Huaxia officials have confirmed the news of the blind man's death, and the chicken head must also know about it, so the bass man also knows about it...

Then according to Jitou's brain, he must be able to guess who is holding the blind man's communicator now...

It can only be the lunatic he has been thinking about!

So this so-called sample escort mission is actually a trap for me to fall into the trap...

No wonder they asked for my license plate number...

I pursed my lips, and called up the address of the bass man I found that day using the anti-tracking function. A cold light flashed in my eyes, and I drove directly to Changde City...

Now that you're ready to play tricks...

Be prepared to be tricked by intrigues!