John, thirty years old, junior investigator of the [Light] organization.

This is Gu Hao’s current identity.

After clarifying John's memory, Gu Hao felt that John's life was quite unlucky.

Twelve years ago, John was admitted to a well-known federal medical school. He thought this was the beginning of his life's peak. However, the virus broke out that year and his parents died in his hometown.

Within a few years, the Federation also collapsed.

After graduation, John worked in several research institutes, and finally joined [Light].

[Light] is an organization that was born after the collapse of the federal order. Its goal is to rebuild the past order of human society. The name of the organization means: chasing light.

After the virus broke out, federal order collapsed and several riots occurred. Subsequently, several major federal conglomerates supported themselves.

The consortium formed a warlord and occupied the city. Now that there is no federation, the former city has become an armed area for each consortium.

In the armed area, there is a strict hierarchical system, with separate management for the inner and outer cities.

The inner city is a little better, but most of the people who can enter the inner city are rich people.

Civilians were expelled to the outer city. Not only were they short of supplies, but they could also be attacked by mutant monsters at any time, making their lives miserable.

Over time, there were rebels.

【Light】organization was born.

Over the years, the Light Organization has gradually grown, occupying several cities, and has the confidence to compete with consortium warlords.

Of course, there are also many people who are neither willing to be managed by armed consortia nor join the Light Organization.

Most of these people live in the wild, making a living by robbing the supplies of various forces and becoming bandits.

They are scattered scattered in the wild, there are many of them, and they can be considered a force.

In addition to the three major forces of consortium warlords, [Light] organization and wild bandits, there are also some other forces, but they are not as big as the first three and cannot achieve scale.

The city where Gu Hao is located is Rogge City, one of the largest cities in the south, controlled by the Rogge Consortium.

Gu Hao followed John's memory and came to a remote alley in the outer city.

I found house number 114, which is a junk shop.

Before Gu Hao went in, he could already smell a strong rotten smell standing outside the door, like smelly socks that hadn't been washed for a month mixed with the smell of old rotten wood.

The small space is filled with all kinds of waste, making it difficult to even walk.

Gu Hao had to use his feet to gently sweep away a few debris on the ground before walking in.

The light in the store was dim, and an old kerosene lamp hung in the air, emitting a faint light.

There was also a bell hanging next to the kerosene lamp, and Gu Hao shook the bell.

A crisp bell rang, and footsteps were heard from the attic.

Soon, an old man climbed down from the attic along the wooden ladder.

The old man's name is Martell, and he is a broker.

Martell is short in stature and has a slight stoop. He wears a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. He has gray hair and beard, but he never takes care of it. It is covered with oil and dirt and looks very sloppy.

Gu Hao got straight to the point and asked: "Have you made an appointment with the person I want?"

"Who are you?" The old man raised his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, as if he wanted to see Gu Hao more clearly.

"John Feliciano."

Gu Hao is not in a hurry. The old man has been like this since before.

Martell took out a yellowed notebook from his pocket, walked to the kerosene lamp, opened it and turned to the end.

Most people who can take up the profession of broker are clear-minded, eloquent, and well-rounded.

Martel is just the opposite. He is old, has a bad mind, poor memory, is taciturn, and has a somewhat withdrawn and eccentric personality.

For example, the junk products in this store are undoubtedly garbage in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of Martel, they are all treasures.

Whatever Martel does, he must write it down in a small notebook, otherwise he may forget what he just agreed to when he turns around.

But such an eccentric little old man became a broker, and he did a good job.

Whether they are employers or hired black marketeers, they all like to find Martel as a middleman.

"John Feliciano...John Feliciano...is here."

Martel took out a pen, circled it on the small notebook, and said: "At five o'clock in the afternoon on the 18th, abandoned warehouse No. 5, West District, Outer City, liar."

"What day is it today?" The little old man frowned.

Perhaps for most people, poor memory is the advantage of this little old man.

What’s today’s date?

Today is the 18th.

Really confused? Fakely confused?

The most difficult thing about being a human being is being confused.

"That's it."

Gu Hao put down a small stack of banknotes and turned to leave.

Although there is no federation, the monetary system has not collapsed.

After all, this thing is the lifeblood of the consortium. No matter how openly and secretly they fight, they will work together to maintain the currency system.

The purpose of John coming to Rogge City is a mission sent by the organization.

Recently, [Light] received news from the inside of Rogge City that Rogge City lost a batch of supplies the day before yesterday.

In this chaotic era, bandits are rampant in the wild.

Behind the robber, there is more or less the shadow of a consortium. Today you rob me, and tomorrow I will rob you.

Losing supplies is a common thing. Most of the time it is a battle between consortiums, and there is nothing special about it.

There are actually not many supplies in Rogge City. Checking the system background shows some daily necessities.

As one of the largest consortiums in the South, the normal attitude of the Rogge Consortium is to just throw it away and not take it too seriously. After all, this is a common thing.

The problem is that the Rogge Consortium cares.

From the moment the supply team lost contact, the top management of the Rogge Consortium issued a secret order immediately, and the supplies must be recovered no matter what method was used.

This reaction is very thought-provoking.

The supplies have not been lost for a long time, and now only the top brass of the Rogge Consortium know the secret order.

It can be seen from this that the status of the internal agents installed by the Light Organization in Rogge City is definitely not low.

[Guang] After learning the news, he immediately decided to send people to investigate.

John is just a junior investigator. Logically speaking, his level is not enough, but John is the closest to Rogge City.

In this case, time is money. The longer it is delayed, the more people will know the news and the more chaotic the situation will be.

Therefore, the task finally fell on John.

To this end, John contacted the black marketeer through Martel, a broker.

Black marketeers do all kinds of things, including arms trafficking, human trafficking, various illegal drugs, and so on.

As long as you can afford the starting price, there is nothing you can't buy in this chaotic world.

Intelligence information is also one of the goods sold by black market merchants.

Rogge City,

Outer City West District,

Abandoned Warehouse No. 5.

In the huge warehouse, the floor was covered with waste, dust, and spider webs everywhere. Gu Hao was the only one waiting alone.

Liar is a code name for a black market hunter, who mainly sells all kinds of intelligence in the wild and even accepts employment.

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Chapter completed!