National treasure

Two hours later, Cheng Ling followed the truck out of the urban area, and drove to the more and more remote suburbs.

Entering the countryside, the vehicles on the road gradually became scarce. After two turns, there were no other vehicles on the winding road except Cheng Ling and the target truck.

If you continue to track like this, you will be discovered at any time. Without satellite tracking and positioning, continuing the current practice is simply a dead end.

Is there any other clues to trace where this group of people are going? Cheng Ling quickly flashed all the investigations he and Zhong Zhe had done, narrowed the scope, and began to screen.

A few minutes later, he freed his right hand and pressed the call button, but the shit shovel officer called in half a step faster before the call was connected.

"Report sir, people have arrived in Paris, all operational materials have been assembled and are on standby at any time."

"Very good. Call up a list I checked in Hong Kong before, which contains all the customers who temporarily registered with black cards during the auction."

On the other end of the communication, the shit-shoveling officer's temporary workbench has not yet been fully set up. Fortunately, the laptop is on standby. She called up the list and asked, "Sir, what do you need?"

"All the industrial addresses registered under the client's name should be closer to my current location, the better. If not, then check the hidden relevant agencies."

The car kept driving, and another intersection appeared ahead, which was already the third intersection on the unmanned road section. The left turn light at the rear of the truck in the distance lit up, as if passing through the straight road in an instant, sticking to Cheng Ling's eyes and zooming in.

He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the car was moving forward at a constant speed as before, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Getting closer and closer, the distance is getting closer and closer to that intersection.

The field of vision suddenly widens, and it is already close at hand.

On the left is the long road through the fields. Cheng Ling turned his head, his eyes rarely showed emotion, and his deep eyes were glued to the door of the truck going away.

Now that he was crossing the intersection, the speed under his feet slowed down irresistibly.

Go straight or turn left to follow.

That silver-gray cargo door shrunk into a smaller square every second.

"Have it!"

Finally, the shit shovel officer's voice came from the bluetooth headset.

Cheng Ling let go of the steering wheel, and the car passed the intersection at a constant speed.

"About 10 kilometers away from your location, there is an art exhibition space converted from an old factory area. It is not directly registered in the name of a black card client, but this client is a major shareholder of a charitable foundation, and this art exhibition space is Belonging to that foundation."

"Well, that's it."

Cheng Ling gave an affirmative answer.The person who kidnapped Zhong Zhe was basically the one who stole the Hetu. After getting the Hetu, this group turned their attention to Luoshu, so it was very likely that they would show their feet in the previous auction.

Although Zhong Zhe's investigation proposal to track down the money was unsuccessful at the time, it has come in handy now.

The detailed address information was then sent to Cheng Ling's mobile phone.

The operator begins to issue a series of orders.

"Shit shoveler, I'll give you half an hour to bring everything and find a suitable place to build a workstation.

It will be sunset in less than half an hour. I am going to sneak into the target's location now. After nightfall, you put the drone in place and follow me. "

Cheng Ling drove the car around and drove towards the location of the art exhibition space.

He didn't know if the other party would start interrogating Zhong Zhe as soon as he arrived at the place, maybe he would rest and eat first, but he couldn't wait, there were some things he couldn't afford to bet on.

Every second counts.

There was still some distance away from the art exhibition space, Cheng Ling abandoned the car, checked the equipment again, and started running forward.

The night is like a curtain, gradually closing in from the horizon, covering the daytime scenery with a mysterious and gloomy veil.

He quickly reached the edge of the renovated old factory area, turned on the communication and said in a low voice: "I'm about to enter, and the real-time communication will remain unblocked from now on."

"Yes!" Although the shit shovel officer's voice was suppressed, he could still hear a bit of excitement.

She glanced at the screen of the remote control device at hand, "The mini reconnaissance drone is approaching, and it will be ready in five minutes."

"Very good. How soon can you build a workstation within effective distance?"

Although it is called a workstation, it is actually the most streamlined, just a few computers and some special equipment, and a place the size of a toll booth is enough.

What matters is the range and the location of a suitable cover.

The excrement shoveler kept his hands on his hands, and replied to the headset: "The site has been found and it is being built. After the drone is in place, it can be completed."

Cheng Ling looked at his watch. Based on the speed of the truck, it should have been more than 10 minutes since the group arrived at the art exhibition space.

He turned on the satellite positioning monitoring again, and the red dot representing the positioning capsule lit up, and the exact straight-line distance was less than 800 meters away from him.

Apparently Zhong Zhe had been released from the violin case, Cheng Ling could almost hear the countdown of the clock in his head.

He didn't stop to wait for the drone or the shit-shoveling officer to be in place, but directly observed the monitoring distribution at the entrance.

The old factory area occupies a large area, Cheng Ling detoured for a while, sneaked in from the side, after entering, there was a large open area with bright street lights not far in front, and it was impossible to force his way into it.

At this time, the phone vibrated, and the voice of the shit-shoveling officer came from the earphone at the same time, "Sir, the drone has arrived."

Cheng Ling took over the control of the drone through the program, and manipulated the mini reconnaissance plane to rise above the normal height to obtain a visual plan of the entire factory area.

After he intercepted the picture and enlarged it, he had a preliminary entry route in his mind.

The drone flew back to him again. Cheng Ling took out a small box specially used to carry items from under the fuselage, and put the plane up into the sky again. He was not in a hurry to bring the drone into the factory area, in case In case they are found to be alarming, they only hover around the periphery to be vigilant.

He took out the signal transmitter that was only half the size of a finger in the small box, bypassed the bright area according to the selected route, and approached the entrance of a side building from behind.

He approached from the dead corner of the entrance monitoring, quickly and carefully pressed the transmitter to the monitoring line, and hid his figure in the dark again.

"Shit shoveler, have you received the signal?"

"Received, it is cracking."

There was a constant crackling sound coming from Cheng Ling's earphones.

One or two minutes later, the shit-shoveling officer reported: "The hacker has entered the closed-circuit surveillance system, and now the surveillance images are simultaneously transmitted to the mobile device."

Cheng Ling stepped into the utility room beside the aisle, lowered his head and switched the screen.After a few pictures, in a spacious underground warehouse, a young and handsome man was slumped and tied to a chair, his hands were crookedly tied behind the chair, and his wet black hair was messily pasted on his forehead.

Cheng Ling stared at the screen carefully for a few seconds, not letting go of any details on the screen, from the distribution of personnel, weapons and equipment to all the sets and furnishings in the house... Of course, there is also the man behind the screen, especially this Man, he's been trying to confirm his condition since the first sight.

Zhong Zhe's condition doesn't look very good. His posture shows that he has lost the ability to control the muscles of his body, but his expression is clearly awake, so the loss of power is not caused by the coma, but the drug factor .

Damn it, how could they make him sober and lose his mobility, thinking that Zhong Zhe might be locked in that dark box for the whole journey, Cheng Ling could no longer suppress the almost boiling anger in his blood.

They clamored and rolled in his mind, have you forgotten the past, have you forgotten?

Now, you can't wait for a moment, go in!