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Chapter 94 Can someone with this level of intelligence really play the game of blind spots?
Olya blinked her beautiful eyes, smiled, and shrugged. "I don't know either. Why don't you take a look?"

Milton took the disk from her and plugged it into the player.

The moment Milton saw the image, he frowned – the picture was really blurry. Having gotten used to the high-definition surveillance footage from his previous life, seeing this was quite a change.

On the screen, three men dressed as civilians and unarmed pushed an empty cart, successfully passing the sentry's check and entering the old street district.

Then they casually strolled around the various shops, bought some fragile items such as glass and bottles, and took some foam plastic as a cushioning layer.

After wandering around for about 20 minutes, they suddenly changed direction, walked into a small alley, and then emerged from another alley. They wandered around for a while before finally leaving with the others at a small intersection.

These two even had some basic anti-tracking awareness, such as wearing neutral colors and clothes that were similar to everyone else's, observing behind them in the reflection of shop windows, and paying attention to recurring faces.

They might even suddenly turn back to their original route to see if anyone makes a sharp turn to avoid them, or try to navigate through the crowded market and disrupt the flow of people... and so on.

However, in the surveillance footage, the two men's performance was almost indistinguishable from that of circus clowns.

Not only did it have no effect, it also confirmed the fact that they were acting suspiciously.

No wonder Olya looked like she couldn't help but laugh...

Faced with technology, what was originally an act of self-protection by the enemy has now directly exposed them.

Milton turned off the player, shook his head and laughed, "It seems they're only getting some of their stock from us, not producing it here."

"The last footage from the surveillance camera shows them getting on a motorcycle... Can you tell what brand the motorcycle is?"

Olya moved closer, looked at it for a while, and said, "It should be a Yamaha, but it's been modified a bit, so I can't tell the specific model."

“That’s enough.” Milton stood up. “Call over everyone who had contact with these people and the sentries, and ask them for the specific details.”

Olya blinked again and pointed to herself: "Should I go? Are you sure they'll listen to me, Mr. 'Godfather'?"

Although the system classifies Olya as an "ally," meaning an internal member, as a non-combatant, most people would consider her at best an informant.

Indeed, it's impossible to command it.

“Uh…” Milton thought for a moment and realized that was indeed the case. “Okay, I’ll go by myself. You just need to call the others back for me.”

"Good~"

Twenty minutes later, the members who had just gone out gathered together again, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Why did they call them back again?

Milton waved his hand: "The cameras just captured some useful footage. Those idiots from the Van Con gang actually tried to pull a fast one right under our noses, and they got caught. Those people outside have been in contact with them; go and question them, and then compile the useful information here."

"So fast?!" Matteo was a little incredulous that he hadn't been able to make a difference this time. "I haven't even used my connections yet..."

Milton chuckled: "That's the power of 'technology.' Many times, searching through a bunch of clues and deducing for ages is not as effective as recording something with a camera."

With that, Milton opened the media player and played the footage that had just been shown to everyone.

After watching Fan Kang and his clowns jump around and deceive themselves, no one could keep their expressions in check, and the room was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Hahaha! What are they doing?"

"No way, with their intelligence, they're still playing hide-and-seek? Do they even have the skill? Wouldn't it be better to just stay out of the way?" "What kind of performance is this? When did Fan Kangbang switch to a circus? Hahaha!"

Brandon, however, remained calm. He said, "I don't think it's that much of a coincidence. We just installed the cameras and they just showed up... The Van Kang gang has probably been buying goods here several times over the past few days."

"Sigh, don't be too harsh on them. At least they still have some initiative."

"Time is of the essence, I'll go ask first."

"..."

After several rounds of detailed questioning, more and more intelligence and clues were laid out on Milton's desk.

For example, someone might know the specific model of the motorcycle, or someone might have noticed that these three people have been frequently seen in the old streets in recent days, know the motorcycle's whereabouts, or have seen the motorcycle somewhere before...

Individual pieces of information may not be very accurate, but when they are put together, the overall picture becomes clearer.

Finally, as yet another message appeared before Milton, a notification popped up on the panel.

[A fossil fuel smuggling case may be underway in the town of Malacan...]

coming!

Milton perked up, took out the town map, and spent points to purchase the information.

At this moment, the group who had finished asking their questions returned to the room and watched as Milton picked up a pen and drew a circle on the map.

It's not actually that far from the old street!
"Based on their clues, if nothing unexpected happens, Fan Kang's gang should be hiding in this area... at least a batch of foam plastic was sent here."

"Any questions?"

"If there are no problems, take your equipment and prepare for a night raid."

Flora nodded: "'The wine bottle' is ready."

Matteo was even more excited: "I've always been ready to kill those people from Van Conn's gang, the police station, and the checkpoints!"

Just as Milton was about to give the order to attack, Brandon next to him suddenly frowned and tapped the table.

“Hiss…wait a minute, boss,” Brandon said. “This place seems a little familiar. Let me think where I’ve seen it before.”

Looks familiar?

Milton looked at the detailed address again and felt a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place it for the time being.

“I’ve got it!” Three seconds later, Brandon slammed his hand on the table. “Boss, do you remember that pharmacy owner we interrogated before? The one you put on waterboarding, it seems like the address he gave us before he died was this place. He told us to take the money and let his wife and daughter go.”

Now that he heard that, Milton finally remembered it too.

"Is it a coincidence?"

"I don't know... We can't guess anything here. Let's just attack. We'll know everything once we get there."

"Everyone, go!"

(End of this chapter)