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Chapter 1456: Chapter 1301: You Still Play With High Technology? (Subscribe Please!)
Tribe Inside.
Listening to the incessant bad news.
The tribal leader’s mood
Is as foul as if he had eaten feces.
---Frustrated.
What depressed him the most was that he had no idea who was responsible, and if no clues were found within a day, and their traces were completely covered, it would become even harder for them to investigate.
Who?
Who?
...
His head was about to explode from the thinking.
But still came up with nothing.
"Leader, I think it’s impossible for them to leave via the Airport, especially Wei Song, his visa has expired. If he goes to the Airport, the Immigration Bureau would nab him first."
Soon.
A subordinate brings another piece of... damn bad news.
If they escape by air,
We just need to intercept the Airport.
But if by land,
In Cape Town, every direction could be a route of escape, among the vast traffic, to find the car carrying Wei Song is difficult, he is a tribal leader, not the President. The staff at the city entrance also expressed slim hope.
Now.
The only clue
Lies with the blood test.
However, the blockage of the Airport has not been relaxed; the tribal leader knows the people from the Immigration Bureau also play dirty, taking money to sort out people’s procedures is not impossible.
...
Cape Town.
Outside the city.
In a pickup truck.
Wei Song’s injuries have been hastily treated, wrapped up, and he has changed into clean clothes. Seeing the Checkpoint getting closer, Wei Song, wrapped in a headscarf, felt nervous.
"Will there be any trouble?"
That tribe.
Has numerous informants in Cape Town.
"No worries, keep it covered," the Black Fighter said indifferently.
Wei Song could only cover himself with a thin blanket. Such a disguise, to be honest, made him almost helpless to complain; if the Checkpoint staff wanted to find someone, covering up like this was an insult to their intelligence.
Soon.
As the car passed through the Checkpoint.
It directly entered lane number four.
"What’s in the vehicle?" a Black police officer approached.
At other lanes,
There are two police officers inspecting, but here, only one.
"Just some agricultural products."
"Agricultural products? Let me take a look."
"Okay."
Hearing this,
Wei Song was suddenly startled.
This excuse is completely reckless! Just as he tensed up, thinking the officer would lift the blanket to check, he only heard, "Hmm, indeed it’s agricultural products, you may go."
"..."
Feeling the car move forward.
Wei Song felt dumbfounded.
What’s going on?
Playing a double act?
No.
It must be a bribe, yes, definitely, South African police, as long as there’s money involved, anything can be managed, he suddenly felt relieved, money opens all doors.
Lane number four Checkpoint.
Several minutes later.
A chubby Black police officer holding his stomach approached, grimacing, "I don’t know why, but I suddenly had stomach trouble, didn’t eat anything bad last night."
"Do you need to see a doctor?"
"Not now, let’s catch that Chinese first, it’s fifty thousand dollars! Continue the inspection."
The chubby policeman declared.
Then he was energetic again, started inspecting the passing vehicles. It was just getting dark, fewer vehicles, during the day it wouldn’t be possible to do this, otherwise, it would cause a traffic jam like a sausage chain, and the higher-ups would scold.
That is to say.
They now have less than an hour and a half of checkpoint operation time.
Originally.
Wei Song could have waited until dawn to send him into the city, but the Command Room values efficiency, and tonight there are fighters on duty at the checkpoint, naturally, there was no need to drag it until dawn.
According to the plan.
An hour later.
The two of them will have to board the plane.
...
After entering the city.
In a corner.
The pickup truck was exchanged for a passenger car.
"When are we going to leave the city?" in the car, Wei Song asked.
"Leave the city? For what?"
"To leave South Africa."
Wei Song stated matter-of-factly. He definitely couldn’t take the plane and if he wanted to leave, aside from land, there was only the sea route, but that tribe is the largest smuggling ring around here, there’s no way to escape.
Only land was an option.
"An hour later, you and Jiang Wan will board the plane and leave here. Next stop, Maputo, the capital of Mozambique. Your injuries will receive further treatment there."
"What? I can’t take the plane," Wei Song exclaimed.
Isn’t this absurd?
They can find him.
And they can’t find out he can’t leave the country? Just going to the South Africa Immigration Bureau to handle procedures would take many days. Not to mention, because of being undocumented, he might be arrested and locked up.
That would be the end.
"Mr. Wei Song, our arrangements have been thoroughly considered."
The fighter said no more.
Talking more.
Doesn’t compare to doing more.
Upon hearing this, Wei Song could only keep silent. These people had rescued him, and it was truly inappropriate to doubt their capabilities. He just hoped that these people indeed had a perfect plan.
A few minutes later.
The car drove into a factory yard.
"Click-click-click~~~"
The giant roll-up door of the factory building rose.
As they entered.
Wei Song saw Jiang Wan sitting on a chair inside, looking somewhat uneasy. Understandably so, this place was quite remote, surrounded by strong black men.
"Brother Song."
Seeing Wei Song.
Jiang Wan’s face lit up with joy, and she rushed over and hugged him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. Wei Song felt a bit embarrassed, "Well, Little Wan, let go first. Serious business is at hand."
Jiang Wan blushed.
Thinking of the many people around, she quickly let go.
"Alright, next, you two need to follow the arrangements. The flight I booked for you is taking off in forty-five minutes. Here, these are your new passports."
The fighter handed over two passports.
The two received them.
Upon opening them.
Their faces showed amazement, and they looked up at the black fighter with a strange expression.
Everyone says.
In the eyes of foreigners.
Chinese people all look somewhat alike.
But aren’t you being a bit too bold? Handing over a passport that clearly wasn’t his, and expecting him to pass South African border control? Do they think those people are blind? He also glanced at Jiang Wan’s; it wasn’t her either.
Even the hair colors were different.
"Come here, sit down."
At this moment.
Two black men brought over two chairs.
Wei Song and Jiang Wan sat down puzzled, and behind them, a big man pushed over a small flat cart. Seeing what was on it, they both suddenly thought of a word—plastic surgery. Looking at the table, there were two masks.
"Gurgle."
You’re playing with high technology?
"These are passports custom-made for these two masks, or you could say masks custom-made for the passports. Wear them, and you’ll be able to leave South Africa later. I will go with you."
Having said that.
Without waiting for their agreement.
They started ’installing’ them.
The process was quick.
The products were integrated.
Just put them on, make some technological adjustments, and they would seamlessly fit. This special silicone material, lightweight and realistic in feel, is indistinguishable to the naked eye unless under a magnifying glass.
As for the material cost.
Very low.
Less than ten yuan.
But the equipment to produce it, to develop it, at least spent over two billion yuan. Tang Qing disliked giving plastic surgery to his fighters, hence, this type of equipment was prioritized in the research and development plan.
In less than five minutes.
Looking at themselves in the mirror.
The two were completely speechless.
