Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 531

Since Chen Xi and Liu Yi were going in the same direction, Chen Xi invited him to get into his car together.

The car smoothly merged into the evening traffic. The evening rush hour wasn't completely over yet; there were still quite a few cars on the road, but it was much better than the worst of the traffic.

The setting sun cast its rays, bathing the windshield and dashboard in a warm golden hue.

Chen Xi skillfully steered the car for a while, and the only sounds in the car were the low hum of the engine and the tires rubbing against the road.

Looking at the road ahead, its shadows stretched long by the setting sun, Chen Xi suddenly spoke, his voice much lower and calmer than it had been at the club: "How are the preparations for that matter going?"

He asked casually, as if he were asking what to eat for dinner.

Liu Yi, sitting in the passenger seat, sat up almost immediately. The relaxed, casual conversation between friends vanished from his face in an instant, replaced by an extremely focused expression and sharp eyes.

He answered decisively, with an almost instinctive solemnity: "Report, all preparations are complete, personnel and equipment are in good condition, and we are ready to respond to the mission at any time."

The feeling was like being ready to embark on an extremely important operation at any moment.

"Relax, don't be so tense," Chen Xi glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh. "The rules in that 40k place are completely different from ours."

Remember, when you get there, keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.

There are plenty of things you can't stand, but never think you can be a savior and meddle in other people's business.

If you were to accidentally be labeled a 'heretic' or a 'sympathizer of aliens,' you'd be in big trouble.

While your death won't necessarily affect the mission, being targeted, investigated, or even imprisoned will seriously hinder our work. You understand what I mean?

He spoke very frankly, as if he were giving instructions on what to do when traveling.

"Please rest assured," Liu Yi nodded firmly, his tone calm and professional, "I have studied and analyzed all the relevant background information, including social structure, power system, major forces, behavioral taboos, and potential risks, many times over."

I have developed detailed codes of conduct and emergency plans.

I know how to conceal myself as much as possible in that environment, avoid attracting unnecessary attention and conflict, and ensure that the task is prioritized and completed safely and efficiently.

His answers were clear and logical, demonstrating thorough preparation and professionalism.

"Okay, as long as you understand." Chen Xi didn't say anything more, just gave a simple affirmation.

As he drove, he casually reached into the back seat, and without any apparent effort, a crumpled, semi-transparent ordinary supermarket plastic bag seemed to be sucked in and floated lightly into his hand.

He casually handed it to Liu Yi: "Here, this is what you wanted. From now on, the channels are officially set up. If you need anything, you can just 'exchange' it yourself according to the rules. You don't need to go through me anymore."

Liu Yi took the light plastic bag with both hands, but his movements were unusually solemn, as if he were holding something extremely important and far-reaching, not cheap plastic.

He straightened his back even more, his voice low and full of respect: "Mr. Chen, we all know how much you've done. Without you paving the way, none of this would have been possible..."

The significance of your work far exceeds what words can express.

His gratitude was heartfelt. "Alright," Chen Xi waved her hand, interrupting him, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, with a hint of nonchalance yet also a sense of entitlement, "I'm just doing my job. I only did what I should and could do."

His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his tone becoming more relaxed, as if he were casually making arrangements: "The time is almost here. When it comes, I'll just find some excuse in the group chat, like inviting you and that other 'old buddy' to play the new battle pack or find a place to get together..."

Well, let's just treat it as attending a special 'offline event'.

Remember to act naturally, just like you're meeting a regular online friend. Eat and drink as usual, and don't let anyone notice anything unusual.

He emphasized the word "natural".

"Understood!" Liu Yi replied in a deep voice, carefully placing the plastic bag flat on his lap, his fingers unconsciously pressing the edge of the bag lightly to make sure it wouldn't slip off.

There was a sense of caution in his movements.

The car continued to drive smoothly forward.

The city outside the window recedes slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun, the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers reflecting golden light.

The carriage fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the engine and the slight hum of the air conditioner.

Liu Yi looked down at the plastic bag on his lap, whose contents were vastly different in value from what he knew.

This stark contrast filled him with an indescribable sense of absurdity every time they handed over their duties.

The serious expression on his face finally relaxed a little, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice with a hint of helplessness and amusement, "Mr. Chen, there's something I've always wanted to ask... why do you always insist on using... these kinds of plastic bags when handing over such important things?"

He pointed to the bag on his lap that had the "XX Supermarket" logo printed on it.

"Because this thing is the most ordinary and the least conspicuous!" Chen Xi answered matter-of-factly, his tone as relaxed as if he were stating something perfectly obvious. "Think about it, if I were to carry a briefcase with a combination lock or a high-end-looking briefcase, how conspicuous would that be?"

When others see this, they think, "Wow, this stuff must contain either gold bars or state secrets! It's impossible to hide it. The risk is too great."

He paused for a moment, his tone carrying a touch of pragmatic wisdom: "Using these ordinary plastic bags makes a completely different difference. They're everywhere—in the market, in supermarkets, next to trash cans…you name it."

If you carry it on the street, it's like carrying a bag of freshly bought groceries or garbage; who would give you a second glance?
This is the safest and most inconspicuous disguise. Safety first, understand?

Chen Xi's words revealed a pragmatic simplicity, but when paired with his feigned cleverness, the whole thing seemed quite ridiculous.

Listening to Chen Xi's explanation, and then looking at the bag on his lap that could be described as "the cheapest packaging in history," Liu Yi could only smile helplessly.

That makes sense, and it's logically sound. He fully understands Chen Xi's caution and pragmatism.

But every time he saw something of immense value being stuffed into a plastic bag that might only be worth a few cents, the huge visual and psychological gap still made him feel particularly unreal, even a little ridiculous.

He shook his head, no longer dwelling on the question that had no "glamorous packaging" for an answer. He subconsciously rubbed the rough plastic surface more tightly with his fingertips, feeling the heavy responsibility and mission that the cheap touch represented, which concerned the future of countless people.

(End of this chapter)