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Chapter 287 Prison Break

Author: Naive Vertical Pupil

Chapter 287 Prison Break

The Black Super SWAT usually develops some aliens into informants and collects information through these informants. Rabbit has also told Locke before, so when K proposed this, Locke was not surprised.

"How many federal coins are sent every week?" Locke asked directly without hesitation.

"It is impossible to issue federal coins for daily wages, but US dollars, which can give you ten thousand dollars a week." K said: "As for federal coins, you need to provide enough valuable information."

Whether it is the Black Super Special Police or Locke, they don’t care much about the currency on the earth, but federal coins are different. The packaging price of the earth is one million federal coins, which means that the combined value of the minerals and resources on the earth is not much higher than this one.

The federal coins in the hands of the Black Super Special Police were like the foreign exchange of the Eastern Kingdom in the 1970s and 1980s, which was very precious. The key was that they were not even qualified to exchange foreign exchange as sweatshops, and the federal coins they had were all supported by the K line.

Therefore, it is naturally impossible to simply pay a salary to informants. However, it is the currency on earth. Not to mention the resources that the Black Super Special Police secretly possesses, there is no problem even if they print real money directly.

The Black Super Special Police want to protect the stability of the earth. In addition to their own strength, it is also the focus of collecting relevant information. Mastering valuable information in advance can also better cope with crises. Only then can they use federal coins.

Lock knew this very well. He just tried to raise the idea of ​​having a date or not.

After Locke agreed, K created a file for Locke, and gave him a watch, so he could contact the Black Super Special Police, and also had a positioning function. As for whether there are other functions, Locke could not find out.

The informant is relatively free. Locke is an alien, but both the Black Super SWAT police and those aliens think he is an alien. Otherwise, there would be no danger level E Earthlings.

Shortly after Locke left, K suddenly received a news that an alien was escaping from the Pacific Prison.

"Who escaped?" K was not too nervous, after all, it was just a Pacific Prison, and there was no difficult guy to deal with in the aliens inside.

"There are four people in total, codenamed octopus, rabbit, eagle and grizzly bear."

"Interestingly, four people escaped from prison, three of them are your roommates." K looked at Locke's photo in the information and said to himself.

The room Locke was detained was arranged by K, otherwise there would be many empty beds and even rooms in Pacific Prison. Why did Locke directly meet three prison bullies?

It’s not that K doesn’t want to arrange a more ‘powerful’ roommate, but such existences are all locked in the Moon Prison, and the things Locke committed can only be locked in the Pacific Prison.

Of course, in K's opinion, these are all the past. Now he instinctively feels that Locke's work is included. After two brief contacts, K also knows that he will definitely not know about it when asking Locke directly.

"Activate satellite positioning and track their location." K did not continue to trouble Locke. The aliens in the Pacific Prison had positioning devices on them, but they could not be picked up with bare hands. At least K didn't think that rabbits and the others were able to do it. Usually it was not difficult to catch up with people.

Soon, a map was displayed on the computer with four red dots on it, probably located along the coast of Mexico and heading towards the United States.

"Now let me take these lost little guys back first." K said so, and got up and left the office.

On the border between the United States and Mexico, a van with some worn out swaying through a tunnel, a white driver in his fifties shouted while filling a sip of beer:

"When you pass through this mountain range, there will be no more border patrol personnel. Are you poor people ready?"

The carriage behind was covered with straw, and more than a dozen Mexicans gathered together to discuss in a low voice: "My cousin came from six years ago. I heard that he is now working as a mechanic in an auto repair shop and can make a lot of money every month."

"My son works in a newspaper and just got a green card two months ago. His wife is pregnant. I want to go over and take care of their children."

"You are so lucky. There are still people taking care of you when you are gone. I used to make money..."

The driver could hear them discussing in a low voice, a group of people with different minds were preparing to go to the United States to find their ideal life. As for what life would be like after arriving in the United States, he didn't care, because he knew that America was not a paradise, otherwise why would he still do the current work?

As long as you pass this journey, you can get to the stronghold and you can collect money at that time. Each person has 300 US dollars, and sixteen people have 4,800 US dollars. This is not a small amount. It is not so much money. It is enough for him to go back and be free for a while.

"Police!" When the driver was happy, he suddenly saw several lights suddenly appearing in front of him. Then more than a dozen live-fire police officers rushed out from both sides of the desolate road, surrounding the truck.

"What an unexpected meeting, aren't it, smugglers?" the leading sheriff shouted loudly: "Everyone gets off the car, you have arrived at the station. Don't want to resist stubbornly, and don't make any moves that make us feel dangerous, otherwise my guys here will shoot!"

A policeman pointed a gun at him, and the driver could only get out of the car with a bitter face. Then the police rudely pried the car open. Sixteen Mexican smugglers were driven out of the car one by one. The sheriff counted the number of people, blew a whistle, and said to the driver:

"A smuggler has 300 US dollars. It seems that you are a veteran. You have made a lot of money before, so it should be enough to pay a fine."

As a border policeman, he naturally knows the price of smuggling these days. He has a smile on his face and thinks that if he squeezes oil out of this driver, he will definitely add a lot of bonus this month.

At this moment, the sound of vehicles driving came from not far away, and they stopped directly not far away.

Several policemen surrounded him and saw two men wearing black suits and sunglasses walking out from above.

"Where did this come from the lunatic? I even brought sunglasses at night." The sheriff thought so and went forward and asked directly: "Who are you? What are you doing here!"

"We have received a secret report from the Fifth Branch of the Immigration Bureau that there are four dangerous elements among these smugglers." K walked ahead and showed his ID to the sheriff.

The certificates are naturally true. The Black Super Special Police are in charge of services. The documents of various national departments are extremely complete, and each department has special institutions. These institutions are basically only in archives to facilitate the Black Super Special Police to handle services.

After the sheriff confirmed the ID, K came to the smugglers and used sunglasses to identify the identities of these people one by one.

After the analysis and identification was completed, K's face was not very good, because fifteen of these sixteen people could confirm their identities, and only the last database had no identity records at all.

"Are you an octopus, a rabbit, an eagle or a grizzly bear, where are the other three?" K asked directly at the last person.

The Mexican hesitated for a while, and when J next to him took out the laser gun, he could only say, "I am an octopus, I don't know anything!"

(End of this chapter)