Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

He logged back into the dark web and registered a new account on the bounty posting page.

The identity information used was from an overseas account belonging to the Zhao family.

Then a new bounty was created:

The target is three people.

The head of the Zhao family, along with Zhao Guangkun and his wife, are wanted with a reward of 300 million.

The funds needed to issue the bounty were deducted directly from the Zhao family's overseas accounts, without any additional payment required.

The Zhao family's overseas accounts had a balance of 1.3 billion yuan. After spending 300 million yuan on the bounty, he didn't plan to leave the remaining 1 billion yuan to the Zhao family.

The money was split into hundreds of millions of transactions, passed through many accounts, and finally transferred to Dilireba's military's overseas account, while the transfer records were erased.

Even if someone investigates later, they will only find a shell company that doesn't exist.

After doing all this, Lin Mo erased all traces of his actions, turned off the computer, and left the internet cafe.

World One.

Zhou Ping sat in the monitoring room, with more than a dozen screens in front of him displaying the main streets, city gates, and ports of Cangwu County and Lianhai County.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and dialed the channel of the hidden sentry at the city gate, lowering his voice:

"Attention all units, three targets, who may arrive in Cangwu or Lianhai today."

All sentries must keep a close watch on the city gates and report any sightings immediately, without alerting the enemy.

The walkie-talkies gradually picked up responses from the various sentries.

Zhou Ping put down the walkie-talkie and took out an architectural plan of the Tianlai Inn from the drawer.

This is a temporary inn converted specifically to accommodate these three people.

The entire building has been emptied, with only Flying Tigers personnel disguised as staff remaining.

Room No. 3, Jiazi, at the end of the third-floor corridor, is a "VIP suite" reserved for three top imperial guards.

The floor is specially made, with high-voltage cables laid underneath, turning the entire room into an electric grid when powered on.

Meanwhile, an inconspicuous copper plate was inlaid on the inside of the door handle, and the faucet and sink were also connected to the wiring.

The controller was located in the basement and was remotely controlled by Zhou Ping. Once pressed, the entire metal surface of the room was simultaneously electrified, with voltage and current sufficient to burn an elephant on the spot. Even a master craftsman would die instantly!

Of course, to be absolutely sure, he also had a remote-controlled bomb hidden in the ceiling of the room, which would detonate immediately if the electric shock failed.

The two veteran scouts from the Flying Tigers reconnaissance company were keeping watch over the city gate of Cangwu County. One was drinking tea on the second floor of a teahouse opposite the city gate, and the other had set up a shoe repair stall on the street.

Three people on three horses slowly approached from the official road, their hooves clattering crisply and rhythmically over the cement pavement outside the city.

The leader dismounted, tossed the reins to his companion behind him, and looked up at the notice boards plastered with announcements on both sides of the city gate.

He was about forty years old, with a square face and a broad forehead. His temples were bulging, and his hands had large knuckles and calluses on the base of his thumbs. It was clear that he had practiced external martial arts such as Iron Palm for decades.

Behind them were two men. One was as thin and tall as a bamboo pole, and when he fell off the horse, he was as light as a falling leaf, barely kicking up any dust when his toes touched the ground. The other was sturdy and strong, with a bulging waist. When he walked, the hem of his clothes was stretched into a distinct arc, clearly concealing a soft weapon.

The skinny man glanced at the densely packed notices on the bulletin board, snorted coldly, and lowered his voice:

"Damn it, we have to sign a guarantee to enter the city, and we can't even bring weapons. There are more rules here than in the palace!"

The sturdy man tied his horse to the hitching post at the city gate:

"Sign it then! With our skills, we can practically run rampant in this tiny Lianhai County!"

The man in the lead gave the two men a cold look, and they immediately shut their mouths.

He took out three heads and a token of the Sun Moon Cult from his saddlebag and walked toward the city gate guards.

The three arrived at the city gate and placed the heads of three disciples of the Sun Moon Cult and three tokens on the registration table.

The Flying Tigers member guarding the city was a young man in his early twenties. He expressionlessly picked up the tokens and checked them one by one, then flipped through a thick register, comparing several pages. Finally, he looked up and said in standard Mandarin:

"Token verified, three people."

Please sign and affix your fingerprints to this guarantee, and then collect your passes.

The skinny man picked up a pen, signing his name while muttering under his breath:

"This is even more troublesome than entering the palace."

The man in the lead turned his head again, his eyes even colder.

The skinny guy pouted unconvinced, but wisely kept his mouth shut and obediently finished signing.

The Flying Tigers members carefully put away the guarantee and handed over three passes:

"The pass is valid for thirty days. Private fights are strictly prohibited within the city. Violators will be dealt with in accordance with the Lianhai Law."

Weapons and horses can be stored at the city gate for a fee per hour, and can be retrieved upon departure by presenting the storage card.

Please accept this, all three of you. Welcome to Lianhai.

The three men handed over their weapons and horses, received their storage tags, and passed through the city gate into the county town.

The glass windows of the shops along the street displayed a dazzling array of goods, each one captivating their attention.

The skinny man leaned close to the shop window, his nose almost touching the glass, glanced at the man in the lead, and muttered:

"Master Ma, is this glass or crystal?"

"Such a big piece, aren't you afraid it'll be stolen if you leave it here?"

The leading man didn't turn around, only coldly uttering a single sentence:

"What does it have to do with us?"

Don't cause me any trouble!

As we passed a teahouse, a loud bang of a gavel suddenly echoed from inside, followed by the storyteller's booming voice:

"When Han Paopao pushed open Madam Wen's door, he saw Madam Wen reclining on a brocade couch, dressed in a thin veil, her jade-like body faintly visible..."

The tea drinkers slapped the table and cheered. Some were so excited that they lifted the table up, knocking over teacups. Others stood up and whistled, turning the entire teahouse into a chaotic mess.

The skinny guy's ears perked up, his steps slowed involuntarily, and he craned his neck to peer into the teahouse, his mouth practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

Seeing his behavior, the sturdy man grabbed his arm and dragged him forward, speaking irritably:

"Grandma, have you never been out of the house before? Why are you so curious about everything?"

Several children squatted under the shade of a tree by the roadside, holding chalk they had received from school, and wrote multiplication tables crookedly on the ground.

A little girl, about seven or eight years old, with pigtails, pointed to the arithmetic equation on the ground and read it aloud in a clear voice:

"One times one equals one, two times two equals four, three times three equals nine..."

Master Ma stopped and stared at the little girl for several moments.

He didn't understand what multiplication tables were, but he could tell that it was no easy feat for a child of this age to write such neat characters and recite such fluent multiplication tables.

In the capital, apart from the children of officials who had private tutors, ordinary people's children had no opportunity to study.

What gives these peasant children from Lianhai County the right to be treated this way?

He suppressed his resentment, looked away, and continued walking forward.