Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Snakebon was a good friend of Adcardo, and Saul readily agreed to the request for armed escort. He had Mitch and Scorpion take four truckloads of Adcardo's gunmen and Carlo back to Snakebon's camp.

The vehicle drove into the vast, desolate wilderness, surrounded by endless, withered yellow desert. The wind howled wildly, and all that could be seen were jagged rocks and clusters of thorny cacti.

Carlo drove the car back, and he was in much better shape than when he first came out of the Snakeband camp.

Speaking of the camp, Jack discovered that the Adcado camp was large and heavily fortified, surrounded by thick fences, with wanderers on guard duty everywhere.

The Snake Gang's camp, in comparison, was much weaker, indicating that the Bayonet Gang's blow to the Snake Gang was greater than he and Vito had imagined.

As soon as the car came to a stop at Snakesbill Camp, the camp's vagrants came forward to unload the weapons and ammunition. Boxes of guns and ammunition were carried into the warehouse tents in an orderly manner.

Carlo didn't linger. He simply greeted Max and hurriedly slipped into his tent, pulling it shut tightly and making no further noise, as if trying to completely isolate himself from the camp.

Jack and Max entered the cargo compartment of a large transport vehicle, where various electronic components, wires, and dismantled bombs were scattered about.

The emergency lights shone coldly as Vito's fingers flew, skillfully assembling the electromagnetic coil, capacitor, and simple detonator together. He focused intently on crafting the electromagnetic bomb, not even lifting his head, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

"Uh, Vito, what's with this new thing? Won't it explode?"

Upon hearing Jack's voice, Vito put down his tools and lit a cigarette, a move that startled both Jack and Max.

"No! There are bombs everywhere, why are you smoking!"

Vito didn't seem to mind and even offered the two of them cigarettes.

"What era are we living in? These things don't explode from a spark. I'm going to concoct a giant electromagnetic pulse grenade and disable the Bayonet Gang's robots right away."

Vito and Max were relieved to hear this, but still refused to smoke there.

Seeing that there were only the three of them in the carriage, Jack lowered his voice and spoke, his voice heavy with concern.

"To be honest with you, Carlo has been acting very strangely all the way here."

Vito glanced at Max, then let Jack continue.

"I was distracted from the moment I set off. I almost crashed into the wasteland several times while driving. I was so mentally unstable that I was like a cybernetic psychopath. On the way, I even asked me for no reason how mercenaries deal with traitors."

Vito nodded and looked at Max.

"Max, what do you think?"

Max spoke immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

"Carlo wasn't the mole, but his relationship with the mole was unusual."

Jack echoed his agreement.

"I'm sure he knows who the mole is. Why don't we just call him over and ask him directly to avoid any more trouble?"

Vito shook his head.

"No need yet, Jack. Just recount your conversation along the way and all the unusual things about Carlo, word for word."

Jack then recounted in detail what had happened on the road and at the Adcado camp.

Vito analyzed the situation after listening.

"He probably only figured out who the mole was halfway there, Max. And who is this Sammy?"

Max answered.

"Sammy Wilson, like Carol, was raised by me. She and Carol had a very good relationship. Carol was a little older than her and had always protected her younger sister since she was little."

But the traitor couldn't be Sami; she wouldn't betray her people to those beasts, the Night Wanderers.

Vito was speechless. "Just how many children have you adopted, Max? How come you always say you're definitely not a traitor the moment you get a clue?"

"Alright, let's not alert them. I'll have Jack keep an eye on Carol, okay?"

Max hesitated, afraid that Carlo would find out he was being watched and then harbor resentment.

"Max, I consider the entire Serpent State to be my ally, not just a tribal chief."

Vito's implied meaning was that Max should think about the tribe and not ruin the entire Serpent Kingdom because of personal feelings.

"Okay, but hopefully Jack is a skilled stalker."

Jack patted his chest.

"Don't worry, even though I'm big, no one will be able to spot me while I'm keeping an eye on things."

Although Vito knew of Jack's abilities, he still reminded Jack of the gravity of the matter.

"Stirring up trouble will allow the mastermind to hide even deeper, and it will also disrupt the morale of the Snake Gang, affecting the subsequent plans to deal with the Bayonet Gang."

Your next task is to quietly observe him, without making a sound, and record his every move. Make sure he doesn't notice, and don't confront him directly. If anything happens, notify me and Max first.

After saying that, Vito lowered his head again and devoted himself to the production of the electromagnetic bomb.

A series of soft mechanical sounds filled the carriage. His movements were skillful and efficient, and every component was placed with perfect precision.

This electromagnetic pulse bomb, designed to target the Comtau civilian robot, can instantly paralyze all surrounding electronic devices, prosthetics, and mechanical devices once detonated. It is the core weapon of this operation, but Vito must control its power carefully. If it explodes, it will also destroy his and Jack's brains, which would be disastrous.

Jack nodded, said no more, turned around and found a secluded spot to rest casually, but his eyes remained firmly fixed on Carlo's tent, not daring to relax for a moment.

Time passed slowly, and night fell over the wasteland. The camp lights flickered on and off, and most of the tribesmen were asleep. Only the sentries patrolled back and forth in the wind and sand. The wind howled, creating a depressing stillness.

Carlo's tent remained silent until late at night, when the tent flap was quietly pushed open a crack.

In the darkness, Carlo slowly emerged, crouching low. He had changed into combat gear, his face expressionless, but his eyes swirled with a complex mix of panic and determination. His right hand was pressed tightly against the pistol at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He cautiously looked around, avoiding the sight of the patrolling sentries, and walked very quietly, like a ghost in the dark, without making a sound, heading straight for Sami's tent in the corner of the camp.

The night was as dark as ink, and Carlo's figure was hidden in the sandstorm as he approached his target step by step, the pistol at his waist gleaming with a cold light.

He pulled back the tent flap and burst into the tent like a cheetah. He dragged Sami from the bed to the ground, and Sami's screams were muffled by Carlo's rough hands.

Carlo's voice was low, but it contained suppressed anger.

"Sammy, tell me where that guy is!"

Tears streamed down Sami's face. She shook her head desperately, but didn't struggle; she just kept sobbing.

"Hey, how are they supposed to talk if you cover their mouths?"