In the small town not far from the Earth Shield Base, dozens of agents were waiting for the news coming from the front, but more than ten hours passed, and no news coming from the front was spread.

All the agents were just staring at the screen in front of them, biting pencils, or drinking coffee, and they were looking silently at their screens, looking like they were working seriously, but when their eyes occasionally drifted towards a certain behavior, they were just acting at this time.

That's right, in order to avoid the "high-pressure cyclone" above their heads, these agents were as obedient as elementary school students who were invigilating the exam.

In a glass house not far from them, a black man in a well-decked suit was slamming the table and getting angry: "Who can tell me what the hell is going on! Why is there no news yet??"

"No news!"

"I will know why!"

The black bald man slapped the table while squirting saliva. In his opinion, these guys in front of him were all a bunch of waste. Even if he couldn't do such a simple job well, it would be a waste of taxpayers' money!

A man in a Texas accent, wearing a jacket that had not been washed for at least half a month, lifted up his unwashed curly hair, yawned a big yawn, and then placed his feet on the black man's big bald table, saying indifferently:

"Oh, no message? There is not even a signal?"

"There are no trackers on them personally. For some reason, we can't do it too obvious, so now all we can track down is the one on the truck." A white woman pushed her glasses and said, "The truck was parked at the door of Earth Shield headquarters. It has not moved for more than 9 hours."

"That is to say, those two agents are still in the base, aren't they?" The Texan hiccupped and finally a strong smell of alcohol came from his mouth.

"You've drunk?! Do you know? I'm not surprised how much you drank? Riggs?" The blood vessels on the black man's big bald temple were leaping. Although he was so angry that he was still forcibly controlling his emotions at this time, he was holding back and not getting angry.

"About two?" Riggs smiled at the big bald man with drunken eyes, turned around and said to the white woman wearing glasses: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Most of the time, yes." The white woman shrugged.

"Okay, let me say something else, what do you mean by more than 9 hours?" Riggs asked.

"You don't look like you only drank two beers." The black bald man said dissatisfied.

"Well, of course it's not beer, it's burp or whiskey." Texas Cowboy Riggs smiled a few idiots, then turned his head to ask the woman again: "I'm asking you that it's been 10 hours since they arrived there, why didn't move for more than 9 hours? What were they doing in the middle of the ten minutes?"

"I don't know, I only know that the truck has moved, but the speed should not be very fast, but according to the result, it is indeed at the entrance of the Earth Shield." The white woman looked at the information again and answered truthfully.

"And what? You think they just got out of the car, and then they felt that the parking space was not very good, so they found a parking space to move the car?" Riggs looked at the white woman and the big black bald man as if he was looking at an idiot.

"It's not impossible to say that." The white woman heard his provocation, pushed her glasses and hugged her chest with her hands, staring at Riggs: "But if you have any other comments, please share."

Texas bull looked at the white women, then at the black bald man, stood up and bowed to the extremely gentlemanly to the others who were listening behind them:

"Then next, I will bring you a simple reasoning that anyone with normal IQ can make."

As the cowboy said, he staggered to the whiteboard, picked up the mark and drew a slanted diagonal line, drew an arch at the end of the diagonal line, and then drew a truck with an abstract style on the diagonal line.

"First, our two excellent agents were precisely an excellent agent and a truck driver you provided before coming to this gate, and then our excellent agent got out of the car and started communicating with the Als."

"I know what you are going to say, I'll assume here that he communicates with the Als."

"Then, the door opened, and the excellent agent walked in and found something was wrong, but although this was strange, the excellent agent himself was not as dangerous as Hengming."

"After observing that there was no life danger around us, our excellent agent called the driver or the driver heard something wrong, and then hurriedly threw the car down, so that he forgot to pull the handbrake."

"Then our truck slid down and stopped here."

As the cowboy said, he began to paint the already abstract "painting", and the painting that was not worthy of praise gradually became worse.

But he finally made the whole thing clear.

"Since that's the case, why don't they contact the headquarters?" The white woman with glasses said the first thing she said.

"Who knows, maybe you didn't equip them with a radio station? I heard that the cell phone signal over there is not very good or there is no one at all?" The denim shrugged, suddenly pulled over a black suit next to him and asked, "What do you mean? Is there a model there?"

"No, sir!" The black suit has been there, so he knows the situation there.

"I'm casually confused, don't worship me, dumb." The cowboy pointed at the black man's big bald head with his hands, and gave himself a sound effect of game victory.

"What happened to them inside? Was caught? Or was injured? Or offended the Als?" asked the black bald man.

"I guess you didn't wear underwear today." The Texas denim looked at the big bald man and said seriously.

"I'm wearing it! What are you saying!! Answer my question!" The black bald man said angrily.

"So, I don't know how to predict it, otherwise I'll find you a gypsy girl to calculate it with tarot cards?" The Texas Cowboy said angrily.

"Hmph." The black bald man glared at him fiercely, but he had to say that his analysis made sense.

"So, no matter how much you discuss it here, no matter how much surveillance it is, it is useless. Only when we really go to the place and take a look, we will know everything."

The Texas cowboy shrugged, sat back in his position, took out a flat boy and started drinking.

"Riggs!! It's still work time now!"

In a glass house not far from them, a black man in a well-decked suit was slamming the table and getting angry: "Who can tell me what the hell is going on! Why is there no news yet??"

"No news!"

"I will know why!"

The black bald man slapped the table while squirting saliva. In his opinion, these guys in front of him were all a bunch of waste. Even if he couldn't do such a simple job well, it would be a waste of taxpayers' money!

A man in a Texas accent, wearing a jacket that had not been washed for at least half a month, lifted up his unwashed curly hair, yawned a big yawn, and then placed his feet on the black man's big bald table, saying indifferently:

"Oh, no message? There is not even a signal?"

"There are no trackers on them personally. For some reason, we can't do it too obvious, so now all we can track down is the one on the truck." A white woman pushed her glasses and said, "The truck was parked at the door of Earth Shield headquarters. It has not moved for more than 9 hours."

"That is to say, those two agents are still in the base, aren't they?" The Texan hiccupped and finally a strong smell of alcohol came from his mouth.

"You've drunk?! Do you know? I'm not surprised how much you drank? Riggs?" The blood vessels on the black man's big bald temple were leaping. Although he was so angry that he was still forcibly controlling his emotions at this time, he was holding back and not getting angry.

"About two?" Riggs smiled at the big bald man with drunken eyes, turned around and said to the white woman wearing glasses: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Most of the time, yes." The white woman shrugged.

"Okay, let me say something else, what do you mean by more than 9 hours?" Riggs asked.

"You don't look like you only drank two beers." The black bald man said dissatisfied.

"Well, of course it's not beer, it's burp or whiskey." Texas Cowboy Riggs smiled a few idiots, then turned his head to ask the woman again: "I'm asking you that it's been 10 hours since they arrived there, why didn't move for more than 9 hours? What were they doing in the middle of the ten minutes?"

"I don't know, I only know that the truck has moved, but the speed should not be very fast, but according to the result, it is indeed at the entrance of the Earth Shield." The white woman looked at the information again and answered truthfully.

"And what? You think they just got out of the car, and then they felt that the parking space was not very good, so they found a parking space to move the car?" Riggs looked at the white woman and the big black bald man as if he was looking at an idiot.

"It's not impossible to say that." The white woman heard his provocation, pushed her glasses and hugged her chest with her hands, staring at Riggs: "But if you have any other comments, please share."

Texas bull looked at the white women, then at the black bald man, stood up and bowed to the extremely gentlemanly to the others who were listening behind them:

"Then next, I will bring you a simple reasoning that anyone with normal IQ can make."

As the cowboy said, he staggered to the whiteboard, picked up the mark and drew a slanted diagonal line, drew an arch at the end of the diagonal line, and then drew a truck with an abstract style on the diagonal line.

"First, our two excellent agents were precisely an excellent agent and a truck driver you provided before coming to this gate, and then our excellent agent got out of the car and started communicating with the Als."

"I know what you are going to say, I'll assume here that he communicates with the Als."

"Then, the door opened, and the excellent agent walked in and found something was wrong, but although this was strange, the excellent agent himself was not as dangerous as Hengming."

"After observing that there was no life danger around us, our excellent agent called the driver or the driver heard something wrong, and then hurriedly threw the car down, so that he forgot to pull the handbrake."

"Then our truck slid down and stopped here."

As the cowboy said, he began to paint the already abstract "painting", and the painting that was not worthy of praise gradually became worse.

But he finally made the whole thing clear.

"Since that's the case, why don't they contact the headquarters?" The white woman with glasses said the first thing she said.

"Who knows, maybe you didn't equip them with a radio station? I heard that the cell phone signal over there is not very good or there is no one at all?" The denim shrugged, suddenly pulled over a black suit next to him and asked, "What do you mean? Is there a model there?"

"No, sir!" The black suit has been there, so he knows the situation there.

"I'm casually confused, don't worship me, dumb." The cowboy pointed at the black man's big bald head with his hands, and gave himself a sound effect of game victory.

"What happened to them inside? Was caught? Or was injured? Or offended the Als?" asked the black bald man.

"I guess you didn't wear underwear today." The Texas denim looked at the big bald man and said seriously.

"I'm wearing it! What are you saying!! Answer my question!" The black bald man said angrily.

"So, I don't know how to predict it, otherwise I'll find you a gypsy girl to calculate it with tarot cards?" The Texas Cowboy said angrily.

"Hmph." The black bald man glared at him fiercely, but he had to say that his analysis made sense.

"So, no matter how much you discuss it here, no matter how much surveillance it is, it is useless. Only when we really go to the place and take a look, we will know everything."

The Texas cowboy shrugged, sat back in his position, took out a flat boy and started drinking.
Chapter completed!