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Chapter 439 Elderly Care

'Afraid? Of course I'm afraid.'

Mus shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The only way to survive against the Apostles is to join a force that can oppose them."

"But I also know that the Countermeasures Bureau is trying to win me over because I can contact you."

'In the eyes of the Countermeasures Bureau, I am an...uncontrollable factor.'

Mus used the euphemistic term "uncontrollable factors" to summarize the meanings of "hostage," "tool," and "marginalized person."

A person who possesses the mark of the Apostles and is controlled by the Hermit, a third party.

There's no way they could be considered one of their own by the Countermeasures Bureau.

It's even possible that, in order to prevent Ai Liang from spying on the internal structure of the Countermeasures Bureau through the imprint, Mu Si was transferred to a remote, godforsaken area from the very beginning.

The countermeasures bureau's branch bases, at most, consist of a few strange armored vehicles and some users of strange objects.

Let alone fending off the apostles' retaliation, they might even need Mus himself to save the day at a crucial moment.

This clearly contradicts Mus's idea of ​​joining the countermeasures bureau to save his life.

Mu Si believed that Ai Liang would definitely understand the implication in his words.

So what are you planning to do?

Ai Liang pushed the cart back to the vegetable section.

Actually, I'd like to see if I can leave the Asian Union, but I'm worried about this imprint...

Mus hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

If possible, he would prefer Ai Liang to take the engraving back.

Ai Liang instantly understood Mu Si's concerns: 'If a gold bar in the vault were melted down and then processed into jewelry, could an ordinary person tell with the naked eye that it was the missing gold?'

Ai Liang used simple and easy-to-understand examples to explain the meaning of changing ownership through engraving.

But when it came to his own life, Mus was always extremely cautious: 'What I said before was that the apostles might recognize me…'

Ai Liang continued to use the previous example as an analogy.

'The apostles are like the investigators above who are tracking down the lost gold. They have detailed information about the gold, but unless you flaunt it in front of them and let them compare it themselves, no one will be able to find out.'

Even if the other party can't track you down, you're still incredibly unlucky to run into one of the very few Apostles out of billions of people, and happen to use the power of the inscription right in front of them...

Your luck is this bad; I suggest you just end it all.

Having received reassurance, Mus felt relieved.

'I plan to leave just before the Countermeasures Bureau makes its move... By the way, this mark should also be able to block the Countermeasures Bureau's attacks...'

'roll. ’

Ai Liang offered her best wishes for Mu Si's departure with concise and appropriate words.

Mu Si chuckled, "Alright, alright, I'll be off now. By the way! Song Jie is dead. I used some tricks to find his vault and overseas assets—the amount is considerable. Take a look at these things…"

'Same as always, take it if you're interested.'

Ai Liang didn't care about such worldly wealth.

He wasn't a capitalist; the money he'd obtained from the confiscation of the dozen or so accounts in the hermit's house was more than he could spend in eight lifetimes, so there was no need for him to continue accumulating wealth.

Never use the imagination of an ordinary person to estimate the savings of a rich person.

Corrupt officials often embezzle hundreds of millions of yuan.

Those who bribed them were able to spend so much money to cultivate relationships.

Why don't you guess how much money these people actually have?

The capital accumulated by those hermits who perished under their blades, after sucking blood from Nevada for over twenty years, is enough to overturn your understanding.

Putting aside everything else, when Ai Liang went to kill people, he often saw tables and chairs worth millions in the reception room, and bottles of famous wines worth tens of millions and antiques worth hundreds of millions on the shelves.

This is only what's on the surface.

Otherwise, why do you think ancient emperors were so fond of confiscating property? How could they not have the wealth that even the ruling dynasty coveted?

'Then I'll distribute them according to the old rules.'

Mus nodded, then couldn't help but sigh, "The Asian Union is too complicated. I originally planned to find a scenic place here to retire, but now it seems best to leave Asia."

Ai Liang's hand, holding the dried shiitake mushrooms, paused in mid-air: '...Canaan?'

Although Mus had cooperated with various parties at the time, no one, including Xia Qiyuan, knew exactly where he came from.

Those who knew Mu Si's true identity had basically all died at Ai Liang's hands.

Perhaps Xia Qiyuan can use his reasoning and observation skills to analyze the origins of Mu Si.

Unfortunately, Mus seemed to know this and never gave him the chance, never showing his face until Xia Qiyuan disappeared.

Currently, only Ai Liang in the entire Asian Union knows the details of Mu Si's background.

Hearing Ai Liang's guess, even though the question was posed by the hermit she feared.

Mus couldn't help but roll his eyes and complain, "Dude, is Canaan a place for retirement? I'm afraid I'll be blown to bits before I even get off the plane."

"So where are you planning to go?" Ai Liang asked again.

Mus stopped grinning and fell silent for a long while, which was unusual for him.

'First, I'll go to Canaan, then transfer to a plane to Europe, and finally I'll probably find a small town near the Mediterranean with a comfortable climate and live a secluded life there.'

"Mus said casually."

"Really?" Ai Liang tossed a bag of dried shiitake mushrooms into her shopping cart. "I hope you won't ask me for help with the markings again."

'Um... catching up occasionally shouldn't be a problem, right?'

Mus said awkwardly, "Besides, whether I can even escape the Asian League is another matter."

"Enough with the small talk, let's get down to business," Ai Liang interrupted Mu Si's rambling.

"It's nothing serious, just that the countermeasures bureau asked me to let you know to be prepared."

Mus's gaze wandered: "That's why I asked if you knew their exact operation time, so I could slip away..."

"Then I suggest you start preparing now," Ai Liang reminded her.

Regarding the ability to transmit messages…

Mus wasn't unwilling to prepare in advance, but he also had to act as a messenger between the Countermeasures Bureau and the Hermits. He couldn't spare the time until the Countermeasures Bureau's plan began, let alone slip away in advance.

But by the time the countermeasures bureau began its encirclement and killing of Janus, it was too late for Mus to escape.

It's impossible for the Countermeasures Bureau to fight Janus for three days and three nights even after making thorough preparations, right?
Another concern of Mus was that the Countermeasures Bureau would first bring him to their territory before contacting the Hermits.

Then there would be no escape.

Ai Liang didn't put Mu Si in a difficult position: 'Don't worry about relaying messages; I'll use those puppets to act as your communication channel with the Countermeasures Bureau.'

Moose froze, then his face lit up with disbelief: 'You'd already planned this?'

"I don't have time to think from your perspective; I just happen to have a puppet on hand to replace you," Ai Liang replied.

Moses was deeply moved: 'Thank you!'

'...'

So, do you even understand human speech?

(End of this chapter)