Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

The next morning, the group had breakfast at the hotel and then headed to the airport.

The plane tickets were booked long ago.

This was Lin Jianshen's first time on an airplane.

The airport is very large.

If he hadn't been with Sun Jian, he wouldn't have known anything about boarding passes or flight numbers.

He used to think that flying was a pretty high-class thing.

Once I actually sat on it, I realized the experience wasn't great—my ears were very uncomfortable during takeoff.

The seats are also very narrow, making it impossible to stretch out your legs.

His sense of taste may have been affected at high altitude, as he found the orange juice to be somewhat bitter.

They landed in a border city and crossed the border.

We arrived at a logistics company in a border city of a small country.

The logistics company assigned a contact person and dispatched several vehicles.

The person I was dealing with was called Lao Mu. He was around thirty years old, with dark skin and sharp eyes. He looked like a very capable person.

He led the way in an old, worn-out Volkswagen Santana.

The windows of the Volkswagen Santana were covered with a bunch of messy annual inspection stickers.

The chassis is set very high, clearly indicating that it's intended for off-road use, making it easy to traverse rough roads.

Behind them was an eight-wheeled truck.

It is said that the carriages contained goods.

Lin Jianshen and his group followed behind in two pickup trucks.

The convoy departed.

About an hour later, Poussang stopped in front of a farmhouse on the edge of a village.

In front of the farmhouse, there were several piles of cow dung that hadn't dried yet, and flies were buzzing around.

The mosquitoes were very large and extremely aggressive.

Fortunately, Lao Mu had come prepared and gave everyone a pack of mosquito repellent patches.

Lin Jianshen used this thing for the first time and felt that it worked quite well.

After opening the rusty iron gate of the courtyard and the wooden door of the main room, there is another heavy password door inside.

Old Mu entered the password and then pressed his fingerprint.

The keypad door opened, revealing an armory.

Various weapons were hanging on the shelf.

Old Mu said, "This place is constantly embroiled in conflict between various factions, so everyone has chosen some weapons for self-defense."

This was the first time Lin Jianshen had ever seen a real gun, and he was incredibly excited.

The firearms are mainly 9mm pistols.

There were also a few submachine guns.

Old Mu forbade everyone from choosing submachine guns, saying that carrying them on one's person would be too conspicuous and could easily cause trouble.

Lin Jianshen selected two Tang swords, two pistols, and a dagger strapped to his thigh.

He was dressed like Deadpool.

The design is particularly juvenile and childish.

An inappropriate thought popped into his head: if Xia Tingwan were to cosplay Hatsune Miku, it wouldn't look out of place if he were dressed like this and walked alongside her.

Old Mu said, "Are you all getting ready to make a movie?"

"Don't carry any of your equipment with you; put it in the trunk of the car."

Ah-Qiang complained, "Couldn't you have said so earlier?"

His belt was fastened securely.

Old Mu laughed and said, "Let you guys have your fun first."

He gave everyone a black cloth bag.

Everyone took off their equipment and put it into their cloth bags.

They rested briefly in the farmhouse courtyard.

They drank water, went to the toilet, and stretched their bodies before the convoy continued its journey.

About three hours later, we arrived at a port city.

Lin Jianshen was not familiar with the local geography, nor did he know whether the river was the Mekong River or a tributary of it.

The convoy stopped in an open area not far from the dock.

The group got off the bus.

In the height of summer, the air is sticky and humid.

Sun Jian got out of the car and asked, "Old Mu, why did we stop? Have we arrived?"

Old Mu leaned against the car, smoking and flicking off the ash. "Brother Jian, we're not there yet, but we're almost there. Let's rest for a bit."

He pointed to a factory in the distance: "That's it."

Sun Jian was surprised that things would be so simple and was clearly relieved.

Lin Jianshen had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He deftly flipped the coin on the back of his hand and quickly glanced around.

There is a small dock nearby.

There were quite a few pedestrians around.

It certainly can't compare to Donghai City, but for a small country like this, it should be considered prosperous.

The boats at the dock were a mixed bag, including fishing boats and passenger boats.

At that moment, a passenger ship sounded its horn and slowly approached the shore.

After the boat was moored, some tourists disembarked.

Most of those people share the same nationality as Lin Jianshen.

Everyone was speaking Mandarin, which gave Lin Jianshen a surreal feeling that he had never actually left the country.

There were three little girls on the dock, holding flowers in their hands and wearing plastic trays around their necks containing cigarettes, lighters, and other trinkets.

As the tourists disembarked, the girls crowded around them, hawking their wares.

They were speaking Chinese.

Sun Jian remarked with a sigh, "It seems quite different from what I imagined."

Lao Mu explained, "Actually, most tourists are scammed."

"Tour groups, company team building activities, high-paying overseas job recruitment, needing an interview to buy a wife, tea girls, jobs introduced by friends, etc..."

"There are many reasons. A few people come because of work or other reasons, and only a very small number are true tourists."

Sun Jian couldn't understand: "Would anyone really come to a place like this for sightseeing?"

Old Mu shrugged and said something quite philosophical: "Human footprints reach everywhere."

There is a concept in tourism psychology:

The farther away tourists are from their hometowns, the more they are willing to spend money.

These tourists' spending power is beginning to emerge; two little girls bought out all their cigarettes and flowers.

These goods have a very high premium, and under normal circumstances they would definitely not be able to sell.

A little girl, rather thin, couldn't get a spot to sell her wares and stood there looking disappointed.

Old Mu finished one cigarette and lit another.

Sun Jian pointed to the factory surrounded by wire mesh and asked, "Aren't we going over there?"

Old Mu said, "No need, we'll wait for the people over there to pick us up, and then our trip will be over."

Lin Jianshen felt that things were going too smoothly, which made something seem amiss.

His life was full of hardship and setbacks.

In his previous life, he was reluctant to eat or drink, barely managing to graduate from university and find a job after leaving school.

He asked on the job posting app: "Hello, is this position still open? Do you accept candidates without work experience?"

The other party replied, "Do you want your salary?"

Lin Jianshen said, "Yes."

The other party said, "There is no salary during the internship."

Lin Jianshen then asked another company, "Hello, I think I'm very suitable for this position. May I send you my resume?"

The other party replied: "Hello, the competition is fierce now, and this internship opportunity requires payment. If you are interested, you can come to our company to discuss the details."

Lin Jianshen said, "It's not appropriate to scold you here, let's add each other on WeChat."

Having traveled through time, they had an incredibly lucky start.

How could this have been accomplished so easily?

It's as if he's asking, "Can I send you my resume?"

"Okay, come quickly. It includes five social insurances and one housing fund, as well as room and board. The price is 10,000 after tax."

Lin Jianshen pursed his lips slightly, took out a mint from his pocket, and popped one into his mouth.

The scent of jasmine hit my head.

My confused mind, which had been foggy from lack of rest, cleared up a bit.

He remembered Xia Tingwan's words: "Remember, whatever you do, as long as you do it with your heart, you will do it well."

"When I say 'put your heart into it,' I don't mean 'work yourself to the bone.'"

Lin Jianshen stroked his lucky coin, his mind racing, and finally found a clue—the truck.

The truck had a metal cargo box and no ventilation system.

An air conditioner outdoor unit is mounted behind the front of the vehicle, but it's for the driver in the cab.

In this kind of weather, the goods would definitely suffocate inside.

Moreover, during their brief rest at the farmhouse, no one came down to use the toilet.

This is not reasonable.

Once I found the starting point, my train of thought became increasingly clear.

Such a factory must be built in a secluded and remote place. How could it possibly be built near the dock?

Why didn't Lao Mu go directly into the factory instead of waiting for someone to pick him up?

It's as if they deliberately left time to expose a flaw.

Whom is he creating opportunities for?

Undercover!

Yes, that must be it.

The area is crowded with people, making it easy to escape, and there might even be an ambush.

Even if the undercover agent does send a signal, the police may not necessarily gain any advantage.

Lin Jianshen was startled.

My heart suddenly started racing.

Are they still testing the waters?

Sun Hao is incredibly vigilant.

No wonder undercover agents are falling one after another.

Perhaps by failing each undercover agent once, his testing process would become more comprehensive.

Too cunning.

Lin Jianshen broke out in a cold sweat because Ma Jianfeng really had men lying in ambush around them.

Once the time is right, he gives the signal, and they will rush over, take control of the people present, and destroy the entire supply chain.