I saw everything

Chapter 388 Reverse Infiltration

2031, April 11.

Northern Western Australia, Australia.

Located deep in the Great Desert of Western Australia, the third Sky City is home to a small city with a population of about 5. This new city, which was completed just last year, is called Glass Palace.

The name "Ligongcheng" comes from its dense cluster of agricultural buildings and modern residential complexes.

Because this area is a subtropical desert region with high temperatures and little rainfall throughout the year, agricultural, industrial, and residential areas are concentrated indoors or underground.

As for the facades and rooftops of ground-level buildings, they do not resemble the lush greenery found in other modern cities.

This is also a choice made in accordance with local conditions.

After all, in the heart of this vast desert, planting green plants outdoors would require too much water; it would be better to convert everything to indoor planting and indoor parks.

Therefore, the Glass Palace, which has no green plants on its rooftop and exterior, looks like a palace made of glass when viewed from a distance.

Two simple roads pass through the city of Ligong, one running north-south and the other east-west.

However, these two simple roads are not the core mode of transportation in Ligong City; airships and propeller planes are the main modes of transportation in this remote and special city.

However, today, on the highway south of Ligong City, a motorhome is slowly approaching.

In the driver's seat, a white man with a thick beard held the steering wheel, his eyes gazing at the Li Palace City, which was slightly shimmering in the sunlight, and the Sky City above it.

The passenger in the front seat was a brown-haired woman with white hair, probably around thirty years old. She was holding a camera and taking pictures.

"Rebecca, stop taking pictures, we're almost at the checkpoint."

“OK, honey.” Rebecca put the camera back into her backpack.

Soon after, their RV arrived near the checkpoint and slowly came to a stop.

Highway checkpoint staff stopped the RV.

The car window rolled down.

Isaac Cohen flashed a bright white smile and asked in English, "Hello, we're travel bloggers. Where can we find gas and supplies nearby?"

The middle-aged white staff member glanced at the two and said, "Please show your identification."

“OK.” Isaac Cohen smiled and took the two resident passports from Rebecca Cohen.

Previously, Australia did not have strict ID requirements, but after joining the Asian Union, the requirements have become much stricter. The practice of using a driver's license as an ID card is no longer accepted; both an ID card and a driver's license are required.

After looking at their identification, the middle-aged white man smiled and narrowed his eyes: "No problem, keep your documents safe, the supplies are behind the checkpoint."

"Thank you."

"By the way, you can only go around via the road on the side later, you can't go directly into Ligong City. There are many aerospace agencies that need to be kept secret there, so don't go looking for trouble, understand?"

Isaac Cohen's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment, then relaxed, but he winked at the driver: "That's a real shame. I thought this place was open to the public."

“You can go to the Sydney Space Museum; there’s nothing to see here.” The white staff member waved for Isaac Cohen to drive over.

Soon, the barriers at the checkpoint automatically rose.

The RV drove over and then parked in the service station parking lot behind the checkpoint.

Isaac Cohen got out of the car and went to the automatic gas pump to swipe his card to refuel.

Rebecca Cohen got out of the car and stretched, her eyes scanning the surroundings intently as if she wanted to memorize everything.

In front of the one-way observation window on the third floor of the checkpoint.

Tian Xingchi, the checkpoint chief, looked towards the parking lot.

"Pretending to be sophisticated, are these guys really that crude?" Deputy Station Chief Bai Ding sneered.

"Which wave is it this month?"

“The third wave,” Bai Ding replied calmly.

Tian Xingchi narrowed his eyes slightly: "You really aren't afraid of death!"

"Stationmaster, what are the instructions from above?"

However, Tian Xingchi shook his head: "Hold your positions and don't forget our work. Other matters can be handled by colleagues in other departments. We just need to ensure the safety of Ligong City."

"I understand." Bai Ding said nothing more.

After half an hour.

The RV left the service station parking lot behind the checkpoint and drove north along the outer ring road of Ligongcheng.

However, its speed is not fast.

Shortly after Isaac Cohen and his companion left in their RV, a pickup truck arrived at the checkpoint.

Bai Ding came down from the office above, glanced at the other person's identification, and then silently let them pass without exchanging words.

Watching the pickup truck speed away, Bai Ding knew in his heart that those two guys were doomed.

On the pickup truck.

Two pigeons were released.

About twenty minutes later, two pigeons came down from the sunroof of the pickup truck.

A young man with dyed white hair and a scorpion tattooed on the back of his hand ripped off his white wig, revealing a clean bald head with five black circular tattoos on it.

Wearing a helmet that looks like a motorcycle helmet.

The bio-brainwave signal sensing pad inside the helmet is attached tightly to the circular tattoo on the head.

He then pulled a line off the helmet, one end of which was attached to the helmet and the other end to a specially made clip.

Clip the clip to the pigeon's head.

The bald man quickly read a large amount of information and wrote down the necessary details on his laptop.

"how?"

"The target is 84 kilometers away from us," the bald man replied calmly.

Another person in the car glanced at the high-precision satellite map and quickly pinpointed the target's exact location.

The bald man put the pigeons back in their cage, fed them a handful of rice, and then took off his helmet: "Boss, when are we going to make our move?"

"Tonight." The eldest brother, who was looking at the map, was calculating something without looking up.

"night?"

"They're not moving fast. They'll probably stop near the Buck Valley around dusk, which is a great place to rest for the night."

"Bark Valley?" The bald man had already put his wig back on.

The two sides followed each other slowly, more than 80 kilometers apart.

Clearly, neither Isaac Cohen nor his companion anticipated that, in this desolate desert wilderness, someone could be monitoring their every move from over eighty kilometers away.

Night falls.

Buck Depression is one of the few small oases in the Gobi Desert along this simple road. However, such oases have a limited population capacity and were not developed during the Australian period.

However, during the era of the wealthy and technologically advanced Asia Union, such small oases had no value for development.

The night in the vast desert was bright with a few stars and a full moon.

The pickup truck had stopped on the highway about 20 kilometers from Buck Valley, except for two people who stayed to keep watch.

The leader and another teammate with triangular eyes disappeared silently into the night.

Instead of driving into the Bak Depression, the two chose to walk there. The more than 20-kilometer stretch of desert and Gobi was almost like walking on flat ground for people with exoskeleton armor.

An hour later, the two men, using their bio-assisted helmets, spotted the RV next to the cactus patch in the Buck Hollow.

They arrived at the RV quietly.

The two did not turn on the lights, but they did not encounter anything along the way, and even the simple alarm devices that Isaac Cohen had set up around them had no effect.

Because under the magnetic field horizon and infrared horizon, especially when observed at close range, this little trick is like a firefly in the dark.

The leader took out something resembling a sprayer from his backpack and sprayed some mist into the air vent of the RV's air conditioner.

After a while.

The two people in the car fell into a deeper sleep.

Use a master key to open the RV door between the triangular eyes.

"give it to you."

"Ah."

Their exchange was concise and to the point.

Triangular Eyes took a tent out of the RV and set it up on the side.

The leader, who turned on the lights, then opened the two men's cell phones, laptops, cameras, and other electronic devices, and copied the information from them.

"All right."

Upon hearing this, the leader restored the cell phone, laptop, and other items to their original state, and then, together with Triangle Eyes, carried Isaac Cohen and the other man out of the RV and into the tent that had just been set up nearby.

Immediately afterwards, Triangle Eyes took out a local venomous snake they had caught on the road from his backpack, put the snake's mouth on Isaac Cohen's neck, and then put the snake's mouth on Rebecca Cohen's calf.

Because they had already fallen into a coma, Isaac Cohen and the other man did not react.

The man with the triangular eyes casually placed the venomous snake inside the tent.

The venomous snake looked bewildered, then began to dart around aimlessly.

The two watched silently as Isaac Cohen and Rebecca Cohen's heartbeats accelerated and then dropped rapidly.

More than an hour later, after confirming that the target was completely dead, they began to erase all traces left at the scene.

at the same time.

Inside the Sky News office building in Sydney.

Joseph Greenberg, who had been the editor-in-chief for less than three months, was still engrossed in his work in his office even though the moon was already high in the sky.

But he felt somewhat uneasy today.

Just then, there was a knock on his office door.

"Come in."

The door was quickly pushed open, and a rugged-looking middle-aged white man appeared. He looked somewhat anxious, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Seeing this, Joseph Greenberg frowned and asked, "What's wrong, David?"

"Editor-in-Chief Joseph, something's happened. Take a look at this," David said, handing him a document.

Joseph Greenberg took the book and his pupils instantly contracted: "The boss is dead?"

“Yes, not just the boss, but his family too…” David replied, his voice trembling.

*Gulp!* Joseph Greenberg's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty: "They're all dead?"

"All dead."

Looking at the newly released police report, Joseph Greenberg turned pale and muttered to himself, "The yacht sank in the Great Barrier Reef..."

The atmosphere in the office was oppressive.

It was as if a terrifying force was hovering over the two of them. They knew all too well that the big boss behind Sky News had considerable influence in Australia.

However, just like that, the whole family was gone.

Joseph Greenberg didn't believe a word of the so-called accident, but the answer to the question of how the powerful forces could silently wipe out the big boss's family in Australia was already clear in his mind.

After a while, Joseph Greenberg, who had finally calmed down a bit, looked at the bewildered David and instructed him, "David, have the press office issue an obituary."

“Okay, what else?” David was a little at a loss.

"Arrange it the original way."

"Okay, I get it now."

"Well, go and do your work!"

"Okay, then editor-in-chief, you should get some rest. After all, you have to attend a funeral in a few days."

"I'll take care of it. You can go now!"

As he watched David's departing figure, Joseph Greenberg's face instantly turned extremely solemn the moment the door closed.

He stood up and paced back and forth in front of his desk.

'No, I can't stay in Australia any longer…'

'I've done a lot of things for the big boss. If it really was them who did it, they would have noticed me. I have to leave immediately…'

After making up his mind, Joseph Greenberg immediately picked up his phone and booked a flight to Europe.

Without even informing his wife and children, he went straight down from the back door of the Sky News office building and took a taxi to the airport.

He simply underestimated the strength of the Asian Union.

The moment Joseph Greenberg booked his flight, the relevant agency's system automatically issued a notification.

The interior of an inconspicuous little building on the main road leading to the airport.

"The target has reacted. Team 8, move out!"

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."

Joseph Greenberg, who had rushed to the airport, hadn't even caught his breath before heading to the airport's waiting hall.

Just then, he bumped into a young man.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" the young man asked politely.

"Oh? It's nothing, it's nothing."

"That's good, goodbye." The young man nodded slightly and disappeared into the crowd.

With his mind in disarray, Joseph Greenberg was unaware of the problem. He found a seat and sat down quietly, waiting for his flight, which was in two hours.

Just as time was ticking away.

Joseph Greenberg gradually relaxed, as there was less than an hour left before he had to board the plane.

He vowed to himself that once he returned safely to Europe, he would never set foot on Asian Union territory again in his lifetime.

Today's events have had a huge impact on him.

He used to think that his identity allowed him to act with impunity all over the world, but the fact that the big boss and his entire family had sunk to the bottom of the sea taught him a cruel reality: his identity was of no use in the Asian Union.

Just as he was praying that his scheduled flight wouldn't be delayed.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his heart. At that moment, Joseph Greenberg was unable to react and collapsed helplessly.

He was filled with regret and fear.

(End of this chapter)