Chapter 130 - Pity (2/2)

“I also find it a pity.” Jiang Baimian sighed. “Otherwise, with the information we have, we can receive four tons of flour at least. We wouldn’t have to worry about food any time soon. Besides, we would also instantly become Official Hunters.”

Her subtext was that their Old Task Force—which had information regarding Qiao Chu—could get each person to take on the mission individually and report different matters.

The reward for completing one mission was one ton of ordinary-grade flour and 100 credit points.

From Rookie Hunter to Official Hunter, it only required 100 credit points.

At this point, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao sighed in unison again. “What a pity…”

In a sense, Qiao Chu really was a walking ‘treasure.’

After roughly understanding what kind of missions there were, Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao, “Let’s go. These aren’t suitable. We’ll come again tomorrow and the day after.”

In fact, some of the missions were quite suitable for Rookie Hunters. They also didn’t require one to leave Weed City. However, Jiang Baimian had to contact Pangu Biology’s intelligence agents and confirm what she needed to do next before she could consider taking on those missions.

On the one hand, she was registering her identity at the Hunter’s Guild. On the other hand, she used this opportunity to gain a preliminary understanding of Weed City’s current situation through the available missions.

A single leaf’s fall spelled the coming of autumn. In the highly developed Hunter’s Guild in Weed City, any undercurrents would more or less show some clues through the missions issued.

In short, Jiang Baimian only felt that the situation at North Street might be a little tense after she had finished browsing. Everything else was fine.

As Shang Jianyao followed Jiang Baimian to the Hunter’s Guild’s entrance, he asked in confusion, “Swamp Ruin 1?”

“From the description at the end, it should be the one we’ve been to.” Jiang Baimian was no stranger to using numbers in place of sensitive matters.

After leaving the Hunter’s Guild, she placed her hands in her pockets and smiled. “Let’s walk around. This is my first time in Weed City. I originally had a chance to come, but I missed it.”

Shang Jianyao was also excited.

After a while, Long Yuehong—who was behind them—asked Bai Chen in confusion, “Where is Team Leader going?”

Why did she appear aimless?

Bai Chen thought for a moment before saying, “She should be familiarizing herself with the area.”

Long Yuehong was stunned for a moment before he came to a vague realization.

They walked around until three in the afternoon before they finally returned to Ah Fu’s Gun Shop. They entered from the front door, exited from the back door, climbed the stairs, and opened the door.

Jiang Baimian didn’t say a word. She took out a relatively large piece of paper from her tactical backpack and began drawing on it with a fountain pen as she recalled some things.

Before long, apart from North Street, the entire layout of Weed City was revealed.

At the same time, Jiang Baimian also labeled the areas with words such as ‘trenches,”more cover,”relatively chaotic surroundings,’ and ‘poor electrical layout, prone to malfunction.’

After doing this, she handed the pen and paper to Bai Chen. “What do you want to add? Haha, Weed City isn’t large, thankfully.”

Bai Chen tersely acknowledged her words and reached out to take the pen and paper. She laid them on the table and began drawing and writing.

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, “Take a good look later and memorize it. We might split up later. When the time comes, we have to at least know where to hide and how to use the terrain if we encounter any accidents.”

Long Yuehong had long been convinced. “Yes, Team Leader!”

Shang Jianyao frowned slightly. “What needs to be avoided are accidents.”

Without waiting for Jiang Baimian to glare at him, he added, “After memorizing it, you can prevent the accidents from dodging or using the terrain.”

“It’s good that you understand.” Jiang Baimian couldn’t be bothered to say anything else.

After Bai Chen completed the map and everyone memorized the corresponding key areas, Jiang Baimian pointed at the alley opposite the South Street Slave Market. She then asked, “When we meet the intelligence agent tonight, we will split up into teams to monitor them secretly to prevent any accidents. Which spot do you think is better?”

As the team’s sniper, Bai Chen pointed at South Street Slave Market and said, “Here, the roof on the left can give us complete control of the alley opposite.”

Jiang Baimian nodded. “If—I mean if—something’s wrong with the company’s intelligence agent, the person behind them would choose this point as well. We should try our best not to encounter them. It’s better to choose the second-best spot.

“In any case, Shang Jianyao and I can adjust our positions to ensure your vision and trajectory.”

After a round of discussion, the Old Task Force had finalized on the rooftop to the right of South Street Slave Market. When the time came, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong would be in charge of that spot. Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao would meet the company’s intelligence agent.

Winter nights always came early. Darkness gradually enveloped Weed City as yellow or pure white lamps lit up one after another.

At 7:40, Jiang Baimian stood up, put on the hoodie that came with her clothes, and said to Shang Jianyao and the others, “Move out.”