The atmosphere in the cigarette factory is a bit tense, but the Mask obviously has a preparatory response process for such emergencies.

Zhang Qiang directed his men to prepare for transfer and moved out the white metal box hidden in the fermentation room, wanting to load the vehicle.

Zhang Qiang himself hurried into the control room and unplugged the USB drive from the laptop.

After getting the algorithm, he started to perform decryption operations as soon as possible. He had already made more than half of it, and only the last step was left, but after losing the mercenary, their current armed forces were unprecedentedly weak.

Zhang Qiang dared not be lucky, so he could only suspend the work first.

But at this moment, he found that the network signal in the lower right corner of the computer was extremely weak, with only one grid.

A bad premonition arose in Zhang Qiang's heart.

And the next moment his premonition came true.

"Sorry for disturbing your work and delaying you for a few minutes. I'm here to get the things you took from me."

Weize appeared outside the gate of the cigarette factory with a CZ57 Gatling machine gun. Two long chains were hanging on his body, dragging them all the time.

The huge barrel exudes a hideous metallic luster in the sun.

Compared with the old CZ53, the CZ57 has added a heat sink, which improves the chrome plating process of the barrel, thereby further improving the machine gun's firing rate and reducing the risk of blowing the chamber. The theoretical firing rate can reach a terrifying 7500rpm, which to a certain extent solves the old problem of tremor in Weize.

This kind of firepower coverage does not require aiming at all, and you can just sweep it around. Although the overly bulky fuselage will become a fatal weakness in the duel of experts, it is enough to deal with these non-combatants used to deal with the mask.

Sure enough, Zhang Qiang was panicked when he saw the bounty hunter and the big head in his hand. He was a masquerade crypto expert and had high authority in the organization. Therefore, when Jin Shiyan was away, he was responsible for the base, but he was only a technical talent himself and did not have much experience in dealing with the crisis.

However, he was self-aware and obeyed Kim Snow-yeon's orders and did not give a slight discount when executing them.

In a sense, this is of course beneficial, allowing female models to firmly control the power of the mask on Mars and use it easily.

But the price is that once something happens, Zhang Qiang himself is completely unable to deal with it.

For example, now he wants to hide the USB flash drive in his hand, but he doesn't feel at ease when he put it in several places. It was not until Weize broke the glass in the control room that he walked out from inside with his hands and lay on the ground with the others.

With his blessing, Weize didn't have to work hard to find the white metal box.

The thing was just transported to the factory gate and ready to be loaded.

Wei Ze remembered the fact that Kim Sakyan once mentioned that there was a tracker on the box and asked Zhang Qiang, "Do you know where the tracker is?"

Zhang Qiang shook his head and said in a trembling voice, "I am just a password expert, and the tracker is installed by someone from the former headquarters in Mars."

Weize circled around the metal box, but found no abnormalities, and the detector did not respond.

The bounty hunter knew in his heart that since the mask dared to throw the box out, he was confident that no one could find the existence of the tracker.

He couldn't help but have a headache.

He will definitely not be able to escape with such a locator, but he will never fail to make this 25 million.
Chapter completed!