Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 336: Secret Agent
The real world, a mid-scale refuge in Huaxia District, the middle area.
Different from the slums of refuges made up of tunnels and caves, the space in the middle area is more spacious and the total area is broader. Here, most people have a stable job and income, and there are also Various commercial buildings provide residents with various services—compared to slums, here is closer to the social structure of small towns in the old days.
Suspended rail cars are the most common means of transportation in the middle area. In the underground space of the refuge, there are no roads extending in all directions for cars. People who want to go farther can only take this kind of transportation. Special transportation.
Some of the metal tracks of the suspended railcars are embedded in the dome of the underground space, and some are simply volley structures. In the middle area, as long as you look up, you can see the criss-crossing metal suspension rails on the top of the shelter Divide it into irregular spaces.
An old-fashioned suspension car with paint almost peeling off came slowly and stopped on the edge of a platform, and a thin middle-aged man got off the suspension car.
This middle-aged man is wearing a slightly faded but very clean, trim-fitting brown suit, holding a metal cane in his hand, a small hygienic beard on his tight lips, and a shiny head The head is combed into a flat stick, quite a retro style of the Toyo nobles during the Meiji Restoration period.
The middle-aged man walked off the platform and looked around without a trace. Then he walked in a small alley until he stopped in front of a small Japanese-style izakaya.
Although there is a tattered Japanese-style red lantern hung at the entrance of this pub, and the signboard is also written in Japanese, no matter whether it is a drinker or a seller of alcohol, it is always a mouthful The extremely pure Chinese, even the wine on their table, is mostly "Red Star Erguotou" and "Hezi Beer" which shouldn't appear in the izakaya.
Sniffing the smell of inferior alcohol in the air, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, bent over and got in through the small door less than half a meter wide, and walked to the counter without squinting.
"What do you want to drink?" It's a small business, no credit." The owner of the izakaya lay on the counter, holding a toothpick in his mouth, and glanced lazily at the middle-aged man.
"Sake." The middle-aged man covered the counter with his body and put a few coins on the counter.
Currently, all the common currencies used in refuges around the world are resource points stored in the main brain. The currencies of the old era have been completely abandoned except for gold. Not to mention banknotes, those coins left over before the war either became toys in the hands of children in the refuge, or they were collected by some large consortia at low prices and returned to the furnace for use elsewhere.
Seeing a few coins that the middle-aged man suddenly touched, the corner of the izakaya owner's eyes twitched slightly. He looked at the customers sitting outside on the tatami, drinking and chatting. After making sure that no one was looking in this direction, Then he put away the coins, took out a key card from under the counter, pressed it on the counter, and moved it in front of the middle-aged man.
"Back, basement."
After finishing talking, the owner of the izakaya sat back and stopped looking at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man picked up the key card on the counter, walked around the counter and walked to a small patio behind the izakaya. In the corner of the patio, there is a square metal cover, and the edge of the cover is He pressed a wooden box full of empty wine bottles.
The middle-aged man removed the wooden box and lifted the cover. Below it was a narrow staircase. He looked around again before getting in and turning around to close the cover.
The length of the stairs is not long. The middle-aged man walked more than a dozen steps before reaching the bottom. A small door appeared in front of him with a rusty slot on the door handle.
Insert the key card into the slot, and with the click of the metal latch in the door, the middle-aged man opened the small door and walked into the basement.
The inside of the basement is completely different from the outside. The floor is covered with high-end carpets and tatami mats, the walls are covered with precious red wood panels, and a crystal carved lamp hangs from the ceiling.
In the middle of the basement, there is a small wooden table full of Japanese style. On the table are several dishes of exquisite dishes and a pot of sake. A young man in the uniform of a refuge officer is sitting at the small wooden table. On the other side, he was holding a wine glass in one hand, and holding chopsticks in the other hand.
"I haven't seen you for nearly five years. You still look rude." The middle-aged man said, and sat down on the other side of the small wooden table. He took the jug and poured himself a glass.
"Nonsense, I'm just a big man in the army, you love me, you think everyone is like your weakness, nonsense! By the way, your Dongying cuisine tastes really good , It’s just too little, it’s not enough to eat at all.” The officer said, but the chopsticks in his hand did not stop at all, and the wind rolled up several slices of sashimi in a soy sauce dish, then stuffed them in. Out of the mouth.
"Your way of eating is completely violating Tianzhen. Although these fish are artificially bred in underground fish ponds, they are already considered the top ingredients in this era." The middle-aged people are a little dissatisfied. Stared at the young officer.
"The most top-notch ingredient? Wouldn't it also turn into feces in the end? What's the difference? Forget it, don't talk to you about this, how about it, the previous piece of information is out of order? Or else , As you, how come here in person...Mr. Mitsui?"
"Please don't call my name here, Ozawa-kun."
"Then don't call me Ozawa, it sounds like an old-time Dongying aV actress, my name is Lei Xiaoze!"
"Well, Mr. Lei Xiaoze." The middle-aged man nodded.
"It's OK." Lei Xiaoze waved his hand, drank the wine in the glass, and said, "Are you sure that the Toyama from Yamato Heavy Industries is really dead?"
"Yes~IndoMTL.com~ At this point, we can basically be sure... Toyama has never appeared in public since a year ago. The internal meetings of Yamato Heavy Industries have also been made through the so-called'remote operation'. The robot secretary took the place of execution, released the new plan and approved the report submitted below... But according to the intelligence we obtained by breaking into Yamato Heavy Industries’ internal spies, also a year ago, Mr. Toyama’s personal medical staff had already resigned. The current whereabouts are unknown."
"The old guy from Toyama suffers from severe asthma and heart disease. If it weren’t for high-tech medical treatment, the old guy would have returned to the West before the war, but now Yamato Heavy Industries has even his personal medical care. The personnel have been removed, so you think he is dead, right?"
"Yes, Yamato Heavy Industries' research is not focused on medical treatment, so we don't think that Mr. Toyama's body has the possibility of healing."
"That's good." Lei Xiaoze put down his chopsticks and put his hands on the table, "The problem is, if Toyama is dead, then behind this robotic secretary, the entire Yamato Heavy Industry staff is manipulating , Who is it?"
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