Masha waited for a while, wanting to see if the scroll bar would refresh the information about the terrorists. In theory, the office should have given Chihiro the information about the enemies she might face in advance so that she could be prepared. This information may not appear in the scroll bar. Masha's magic weapon does not list every detail of Lin Qianxun's life. ——This has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that you don’t have to spend a lot of energy to extract useful information from useless information. The disadvantage is that valuable information may be missed. ——For someone like me who doesn’t have a lot of energy to waste on this matter and can’t ask others to help organize the intelligence, the benefits are more important and the disadvantages are tolerable. ——Moreover, if I want to obtain intelligence on terrorists, I can download a translation AI on my mobile phone and use the camera to “take a photo and translate it”. Masha’s mobile phone is now downloading the translation AI. To be honest, it’s a bit large. Masha feels sorry for his data usage, but when he thinks about selling the notebook and becoming a “rich man”, he reluctantly buys himself a temporary data package. As for why he didn't take pictures of the diaries and documents in the car first and then use online image recognition and online translation, it was mainly because Masha didn't want to test the level of Internet surveillance of the World Government. The safest way is to download the AI and the database together, and then translate it after you get into the car and enter the shadow in an electromagnetically isolated state. Masha checked Lin Qianxun and Cai Shi's scroll bars again, and after making sure there was nothing new worth noting, he took out the real Huanggang secret paper and decided to do a set of questions to change his mind. Although the college entrance examination has become unimportant to Masha now, but - Masha wants to save face. After being the top student in the grade for a year, he doesn't want to fail in the college entrance examination and become a laughing stock.
** While Masha was doing his homework, Bangila was looking for locker A115 in the municipal library. "Their library," Sangji followed Bangila and said indignantly, "is better than the national library in the best university in our country, but for them, it's just a citizen library open to ordinary people. Can you imagine? The library resources that the top scholars and professors in our country can use are not as good as their ordinary citizens! Such a country is shameless enough to say that it is a third world country like my motherland!" "Sanji, your country also has Chinese aid projects, right? If you have come into contact with their workers, you will know why they have such good things. Those builders are well educated and are more hardworking than our most hardworking black brothers. Do you know what shocked me the most? Chinese workers helped us build railways and factories. When the railways and factories were completed, the surrounding wasteland had been turned into fields from scratch by them. Even the chiefs like to eat in their canteen. They are a race that is extremely good at construction and production. It is natural that they will build their country into a paradise on earth." Sangji snorted and said disdainfully: "In fact, they are all in the same group. The blond-haired white people are responsible for destruction and looting, while the black-haired white people are responsible for construction. In fact, they are all exploiting us." For the dark-skinned Sangji, both white people and yellow people can be called white people. "And then these white people with black hair actually come and sing 'What Black Skin Means to Him' to us." Bangila shook his head: "You have been too deeply influenced by the priest. Remember what the priest said. Our goal is not to destroy and kill. Destruction and killing are just means. What we ultimately seek is the rights and interests of the awakened. It is to free the awakened from slavery and brainwashing and gain true freedom." Priest is the name for the leader within Galaman Snake, and the code name given to the priest by the World Government seems to be "mentor". Pastor is the second-in-command of Galaman Snake, and the code name given by the World Government is undertaker. Just as Sanji was about to say something, Bangila found the locker A115, and then he realized that there was no password input on the locker door. "What's going on?" he muttered, turning his head to look around, just in time to see a Chinese man walking towards him to get his things. After carefully observing what the Chinese did, he followed their example and entered the code on the code dial several meters away from A115. Then the door of A115 automatically popped up. Sang Ji: "So you haven't seen this kind of thing before? I thought you were an expert on China." Bangila took out the travel bag from the cabinet with an embarrassed look on his face, unzipped it a little to take a look inside, and then gestured to his subordinates who were standing guard at the door. "let's go." ** Next, Bangila and his group found a place to deal with the things on their bodies that definitely couldn't be taken into the airport, and then found a place to have a Chinese meal. The ticket the lady gave them was a red-eye flight at midnight, which would not take off until about 11:30. So Bangila and his group finished their lunch before taking a taxi to the airport.
When they arrived at the airport and had just passed the security check at the terminal gate, Sangji whispered to Bangila, "There are a lot of military police. Is this normal?" Bangila shook his head: "Forget about the military and police. I have already seen two awakened people from the World Government. Look at that little girl over there. Don't you think she is too young?" Sang Ji shook his head: "I don't think so. I have no idea what Asians look like. Does that count as youth?" "She's very young, I guess maybe 16 or 17 years old. The most important thing is that she's not wearing any makeup. Only a schoolgirl would go out without makeup." "So we were ambushed?" "Let's go first and wait for them to make the first move." Bangila said calmly. His group of people are all veterans who have been to every country in the West and are knowledgeable. So he is not worried at all that his whereabouts will be exposed because of excessive tension on his side. ——Even if this is a trap, the worst case scenario is that I will die here. Ever since I joined the Salamandra and followed the priest to seek freedom for the awakened, I, Bangjira, have put life and death aside. ——And my teammates should have the same awareness. Chapter 034 Why is your face pale? Protect yourself from the cold... tribal customs, is it your business? Bangila and his group completed check-in smoothly, and everything went smoothly afterwards - until they went through customs. Because a world government has been established, the importance of customs has been greatly reduced in theory. However, in reality, while countries have relaxed visa conditions, they have also strengthened customs entry and exit management. If the main combat power of a country in the future will be the awakened ones, then there is no reason to release potential awakened ones out of the country, right? Bangila passed through customs smoothly with the passport provided by the old lady, but Sangji was stopped. "Sir, the photo on your passport shows a black person." The customs lady looked back and forth between Sangji and his fake passport and said in English, "Is this really you?" "Of course, I painted myself white." Sangji said as he raised his hand and rolled up his short sleeves to expose his shoulders, so that the dividing line between his arm and shoulder could be clearly seen, and above the boundary was indeed black skin. "Then your face..." "It's also painted. This is the custom of our tribe," said Sangji, and his serious tone really made it sound like that. The mask that Sangji got was originally a black man's mask, but he turned it white himself. Apparently, the photo on the old lady's passport was forged based on the original appearance of the mask. Bangila watched all this and wanted to slap himself hard a few times. He actually forgot that Sangji had done such a stupid thing. He should have let this idiot "clear the name" for him before coming to the airport! ——I was too focused on other things and forgot about the problem at hand. I had clearly opened the passport and looked at it when it was issued... It must be because I had already formed the inherent impression in my mind that Sanji was black, so I ignored the issue that there was a black person in the photo. ——But it’s not time to despair yet. If Sangji can improvise and handle the situation perfectly, he can still escape. Moreover, there are indeed many tribes in Bangila's area who like to paint their skin different colors, and there is nothing wrong with explaining it as a tribal custom. "Can you please wash the white off your face?" The customs officer said with a smile, "There's a restroom over there, it's very quick to walk there, and you can come to me directly after washing it without waiting in line." Sangji nodded, picked up his luggage and left the customs counter, heading towards the restroom. At the same time, he looked at Bangjila and mouthed to her, "I used waterproof paint." Bangila had the urge to rush out and beat him up. But he wanted to slap himself more.
——Although Sangji has been a member for two years and has participated in many operations, he is only fifteen years old, and it is the right time to make mistakes. I am an eighteen-year-old man, and I can still make such a mistake! ——You have to take responsibility and think of ways to get out of this situation! ——Luckily the mask was made by the Thousand Faces Man, so there must be no problem. As long as we don't take it off, it will stay firmly on our face and become our real "face", and it won't be exposed even under X-ray. If not, then everything is over. Bangila forced his brain to work quickly, trying to find a way to escape. ** "Report," Qi Xiangwen heard the secretary's voice in his headset, "The airport team discovered something strange. A black passenger used a paint that could make his skin look real to the real thing and painted it white." Qi Xiangwen was originally resting with his eyes closed - he hadn't had a proper sleep for a long time since the King in Yellow appeared. When he heard this in the headset, he opened his eyes and stood up with a start: "What did you say?" "There was a black traveler who used paint that looked like real skin to whiten his skin." "Turn the airport surveillance to the big screen." Immediately, a picture captured by a surveillance camera at the airport appeared on the big screen, showing a "white" passenger walking towards the bathroom and making eye contact with a black person who had already passed through customs. The old company commander's voice came from Qi Xiangwen's headset: "The ages are quite consistent. How about asking the airport team to make up some excuses, such as his luggage was selected for unpacking and inspection, and stop him?" Qi Xiangwen shook his head: "No need. Remember the capitalist dregs movie Full Metal Jacket that we watched when we were young, old captain?" "You...are you not?" There is a classic line in Full Metal Jacket: Shoot at them with machine guns, those who turn around and run are Vietcong, and those who stand still are well-trained Vietcong. Qi Xiangwen ordered: "Order the airport team to attack this person who painted himself white with force that will not cause death." "You're not following the rules!" "But this way we can use the least investment and the fastest speed to determine whether this person has any problems! They put me in this position just to let me make such a decision! Communicator, let the airport team take action!" ** Bangila is shocked. The opponent actually launched an attack directly! And Sangji used his ability to defend himself without thinking twice! ——It’s over, it’s all over! ——Just because they failed to stop the fifteen-year-old Sangji from doing stupid things, their group might have to die here. ——On the way to the airport, I had anticipated many unexpected situations and prepared coping plans, but I had never thought of this situation! Because this situation was so stupid! In fact, Bangila could still find many excuses for himself, such as trusting Clement and his car too much and therefore making no preparations to leave the country through conventional means, but now, these excuses are useless. The battle has begun. Although the hope of survival was slim, surrender did not exist.
——Even if ultimate sacrifice is unavoidable, we must fight resolutely to assert our ideas and ideals. Bangjira activated his ability. The World Government gave him the code name Pharaoh because he could generate and control a large number of scarabs out of thin air. At this moment, a "tide" composed of scarabs was pouring out of his body and rushing in all directions. ——All the battles will not be in vain. Our figures who fight for our ideals until the last moment will surely inspire our compatriots who yearn for freedom! ** Masha had just returned home at this time and took out the "Huanggang Secret Scroll" from his room. As soon as he opened the page about Lin Qianxun, he saw that the scroll bar had been updated. "The terrorists revealed their true colors faster than expected. Because they revealed their true colors so quickly, I just got the information about the terrorists and didn't have time to read it. I had no choice but to take a quick look at their abilities. The leader is the SSS-class terrorist 'Pharaoh', and his ability is... Ugh, so disgusting! This ability has a special effect on me. I'll be disgusted to death before the battle even starts!" Masha was shocked and complained in his heart: Come on, you are usually more courageous than me when slapping cockroaches with slippers. The scroll bar refreshed again, showing Lin Qianxun's thoughts after continuing to read the descriptions of other terrorists' abilities. Masha quickly memorized the terrorists' code names, abilities and other information in his mind. Then he refreshed the status bar again and saw the location where the fighting was taking place. ——They are at the airport? It seems that the terrorists were blocked at the airport before leaving the country. At this time, new dynamics came - the refresh speed was many times faster than usual! "The reason why the terrorists were exposed is - huh? One of the terrorists painted his black skin white? Damn, what kind of weird reason is this? I thought only an idiot like Ah Sha would do such a thing!" ——I wouldn’t fucking do that! Masha touched his head: Can these terrorists really overthrow the World Government? Could it be that they were able to act recklessly before because of the car I stole? Chapter 035 I was planning to eat a melon, but do you know how evil you are doing? Next, Masha watched the text live broadcast on the "Huanggang Secret Scroll", which reminded him of the days when he was in elementary school and there were no smartphones, so he used a PHS to watch the text live broadcast of the NBA. ——Am I too calm? Shouldn't I be worried about that guy? While watching how Lin Qianxun rushed to the battle site, Masha asked himself. ——So I’m actually a bloodless and tearless bastard? ——Isn't that right? My parents both love me very much, but my mom loves me and my dad just "loves" me. But no matter what, they can't raise me into a bloodless and tearless bastard. Thinking of this, Masha stood up and took out the book "Growth Psychology" which he had read several times from the bookshelf. The name of this book by Masha may make people mistakenly think it is some kind of chicken soup article or success book, but it is actually a serious university psychology textbook. Then Masha returned to the table and watched the live text broadcast while reading growth psychology. Suddenly, he discovered that the scroll bar had not been updated for several minutes after it displayed the message "The robin has actually died. Junior brother, I am here to avenge you." Before this post, the scroll bar was scrolling like crazy, refreshing a new post every ten seconds or so. Masha's stomach suddenly began to cramp. ——What? It turns out that I’m not a heartless bastard. He threw away the psychology of growth, stared at the "Huanggang Secret Paper", and repeated in his heart: Refresh the status, everything is good, just refresh it!
However the scrollbar is totally unresponsive. The moving photo of Lin Qianxun on the page kept smiling at Masha. Masha's fingers began tapping the table nervously. This is his habitual action when he encounters a problem that he cannot solve. The longer he is "stuck" on a problem, the faster his fingers tap. As time passed, Masha suddenly made a decision.
