She swung her palm, executing the tactile command, and re-decoded a compressed file that unfolded on the screen.

Clear color photographs jumped out one by one.

The ruins of Silver Port surprisingly had intact roads, and sentry posts were set up between the steel wreckage.

The guys occupying this place were all Exiles.

"Guess who I found? Ironfoot Kelp, a high bounty criminal wanted by Plato."

"F*ck, an old acquaintance."

John instinctively frowned; he had followed Damascus Camp on several missions and had tied a knot with the Exiles.

No wonder this bastard couldn't be found.

What sane person would think of hiding in a radioactive abandoned port?

Many things made sense now.

The facilities of the Tiebang Logistics server just happened to allow him to connect to the city's local area network, used to remotely monitor Kelp's business.

It all connected.

Oulos's intelligence sharing was complete.

She displayed her prowess in intelligence, then began to comb through the follow-up plan.

John crashing in alone is impossible.

But if it's stealth thievery, just taking the data of transportation accidents out is too wasteful, too likely to alert the enemy and let such a big prey as Ironfoot Kelp escape.

There were many people in the city who wanted his information, who wanted his life.

Oulos demonstrated her expertise again and devised a win-win cooperation plan for John.

First, collaborate with Damascus Camp.

Utilize the enmity between Wanderers and Exiles, mobilizing Nando's forces to encircle Kelp's old nest.

As payment:

Damascus Camp would have scavenging rights, inherit the spoils, and then resell them to Plato.

"Why not stay here?"

"Nando's not Shark Coin. He wants to develop in Eden City, he won't be the next Ironfoot Kelp. Exchanging what should be disposed of for other resources is beneficial both for the company and the camp..."

Oulos pouted.

"You're not cut out to be a leader, you don't understand normally, Nando's greatest strength isn't combat power, pay attention in the future, learning a bit can help you transcend social classes."

Since it's cooperation, a middleman never loses.

Oulos not only had to sift through the spoils but also copy the data from the server, and even required the live capture of Ironfoot Kelp to negotiate with Plato.

"Do you think relying on an Exile leader, you could easily storm Plato's Warehouse? And successfully steal so many resources, from experimental chips to heavy armor..."

Oulos let John in on the inside story.

There were internal and external corporate power struggles, sparing Kelp's life could garner more benefits.

This part had nothing to do with John.

But he frowned as he listened.

"You remind me of the tie clip."

"In a way... you owe me, darling, even without payment, you have to run, don't forget, this task is to find out the truth about your accident at Tiebang Logistics."

John was left speechless.

[Mission objective updated]

[Proceed to Damascus Camp for negotiations. (Not achieved)]

The main task progress jumped forward.

Since taking it on, John had gone through a lot of mess, finally seeing hope to solve the problem.

He changed into casual clothes and prepared to head out.

Before leaving, he looked back at where Oulos was.

The other party lifted her eyelids, showing a say-what-you-want expression.

John let out a long sigh of relief.

"I always feel it's lucky that it's you; exposing Black Light doesn't matter, others probably wouldn't save me, might even make things worse for me."

"Maximizing benefits is the middleman's skill, I just made a huge investment in you, so I don't want it to fail."

"Alright, but I still have to thank you."

John used his iris to scan open the metal door and left the flat.

Oulos crossed her legs, just about to pick up the coffee, suddenly squinted her eyes as she thought of something...

If it wasn't her?

Oulos got up, walked to the window, drew the curtains, and gazed at the glass curtain wall immersed in the gray sky.

The building was divided into various layers, interconnected by floating tracks and other sky bridges.

The seemingly haphazardly woven network actually had core paths.

Tie Clip helped John investigate intelligence.

Oulos received information to come to Eden City.

She originally designed implants for the Armored Behemoth replacements.

Taking over Tie Clip's resources.

...

Various chaotic clues seemed to be propelled by an invisible force.

Oulos pondered for a moment and retraced the steps through John's inadvertent words.

If it wasn't her, but the tie clip.

It could be estimated that upon discovering the problem, every possible means would be used to sell John to Plato or Tiebang Logistics.

Under the circumstances at the time...

Even if the Internet Surveillance didn't make a move, other forces would want to kill John.

Death was almost certain.

She inexplicably got involved and even covered for John.

Oulos squinted her eyes, and the long-absent sense of crisis began to grow in the heart of this Legendary Middleman.

[Eden City - Outer Edge of the Loop Road]

John went back to the Dan Street Apartment to retrieve the remaining weapons, including the Kinetic Energy Rifle.

And the magazines that were nearly full.

He lost a smart rifle on the derailed train, and also...

"Oh, F*ck, the Vodka revolver."

John pounded the steering wheel. "If Talia knows, she'd definitely kill me."

The scenery outside the window had turned into desolate suburbs.

The reinforced explosion-proof tires rolled over the gravel road with a sense of inexplicable reassurance; the driving experience between an armored vehicle and a sports car indeed differed greatly.

John also sorted through his thoughts while the road was quiet.

Black Light returned to normal.

He needed to refresh the vehicle and room system, including it in the Atlanta Virtual Network.

The fallen captain needed to be searched for and repaired.

If it weren't for these transportation planes, would they have to regularly run to the landfill in the suburbs?

Internet surveillance was hanging overhead, prone to vulnerabilities.

Black Spider was in [device error] status after the emergency procedure was initiated, and Oulos didn't mention any machines on site.

This time, it was all thanks to this thing for survival; it must be found and then adjusted for the state of the two devices.

There were many chaotic matters.

John also knew how to prioritize, finishing this mission first before having the mood and time to sort out life.

[Eden City - Damascus Camp]

The camp was full of gunpowder smell.

Outposts and isolation stakes stretched out for several kilometers; every sentry held a genuine weapon with a full magazine.

Alonna actively received John.

Camp members expressed concern for him, even thinking he was here to drive the Eisenberg's RCH back.

John had sent a message to Nando in advance.

He hurriedly returned from the wilderness, immediately pulling together those who could still make decisions for a meeting.

Things were smoother than expected.

John initially thought it was shocking news.

After all, a wanted criminal whom Plato hadn't temporarily tracked down was exposed to everyone so easily, and even precisely identified with satellite images and coordinate terrain maps.

Could the camp hit this target?

Should we probe and mark subsequent points?

The camp's current casualties and resource reserves, could they sustain a decisive battle against the Exile?

John even voluntarily suggested:

"We can put the news out there, get collaborations, the mercenaries and companies wanting a slice of the bounty. Get more people onboard, and fewer lives will be lost..."

He felt it was quite a tricky situation.

Nando, however, appeared very calm.

His expression hardly changed.

After a simple inventory of the camp's status and resources, he pulled out a map and started arranging tactics.

He seemed very confident in this, as if he had anticipated this day in his mind and calculated it countless times.

Nando refused to cooperate with other forces.

"I only trust the middleman who provided the information. Although I haven't met them, I understand you, John, seeing this new stuff you're carrying... you've probably had a fair amount of difficulty."

"You still have the mood to worry about me?"

"Not that pretentious, John, I'm assessing the situation. That lady brought such important information and clearly allocated the company's interests, she must have the confidence to take down Kunbu."

Nando arranged a few simple tasks and reduced the number of people in the tent to a certain extent before continuing to speak.

This mission might also be an opportunity for the Damascus Camp.

Not only could it resolve the vendetta with the Exiles but also gain unprecedented massive resources.

They might even expand their family:

Seizing the opportunity to seek more opportunities in Eden City, allowing the entire tribe to leap onto a new level, by then the businesses around the city would never be restricted again.

The balance between the Exile and the Wanderer was completely overturned.

Nando passionately depicted a blueprint.

John, however, keenly noticed Talia's expression, especially when it came to settling in Eden City and expanding the scope of influence. The girl showed a very disdainful look, finally biting her lips and leaving the listening seat...

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