Within the tribe.

Listen to the bad news that keeps coming.

The mood of the patriarch.

It's the same as eating.

--- heart congestion.

What frustrates him the most is that he doesn't know who did it, and if they can't find any clues in a day, they sweep all the tails, and it will be even more difficult for them to check.

Who is it?

Who is it?

。。。

His brain hurts.

Didn't even come up with it.

"Patriarch, I don't think it's possible for them to leave through the airport, especially Wei Song, his visa has expired, and if he goes to the airport, he will be arrested by the immigration department first. ”

Soon.

It's okay to have a subordinate under him... Bad news.

If you go in the air.

Just stop the airport.

But if it's land.

In all directions of Cape Town, it may be a way to escape, and in the vast traffic, it is difficult to find a car with Wei Song, he is the patriarch, not the president. People entering the city's checkpoint also expressed little hope.

Right now.

The only clue.

Only the blood test was there.

But for the blockade of the airport, it was not relaxed, and the patriarch knew that the people in the immigration bureau were not good birds, and it was not impossible to collect money from others and make up for the procedures.

。。。

Cape Town.

Outside the city.

Pickup.

The injuries on Wei Song's body have been treated simply, the binding has been completed, and he has changed into clean clothes, seeing that he is getting closer and closer to the checkpoint, Wei Song, who is wrapped in a headscarf, is a little nervous.

"Will it be okay?"

The tribe.

There are many eyeliners in Cape Town.

"It's okay, cover it. The black warrior said lightly.

Wei Song had to cover himself with a thin blanket, this kind of disguise, to be honest, he was a little powerless to complain, if the people at the checkpoint wanted to find someone, covering it like this, it was simply insulting people's IQ.

Soon.

When the car passes through the checkpoint.

Went straight to Gate Four.

"What's in the car?" said a black policeman.

Something else.

Both are two police checks, but here, there is only one.

"A little produce. ”

"Produce? ”

"Good. ”

Hear this.

Wei Song was taken aback.

Just when his whole body tensed, thinking that the other party would lift the thin blanket to look, he only heard one sentence, "Well, it is indeed agricultural products, you can go." ”

“。。。 ”

Feel the car moving forward.

Wei Song was confused.

What the?

Double reeds?

Wrong.

It should be stuffed with money, yes, sure, the police in South Africa, as long as they give money, they can do anything, all of a sudden, he put his mind at ease, money can be channeled, and it can be more accessible.

Checkpoint 4.

A few minutes passed.

A chubby black policeman came over with his stomach covered and said with a bitter face: "I don't know what's wrong, I suddenly had a stomach upset, and I didn't eat anything last night." ”

"Do you want to see a doctor?"

"No, let's find the Chinese first, and then talk about fifty thousand dollars! ”

The fat cop finished.

He got up again and began to check the passing cars one by one. It's also in the dark, there are few cars, if it's daytime, I don't dare to do this at all, otherwise, it will be blocked into a sausage, and the above will be scolded.

Other words.

They now have less than an hour and a half to set up their cards.

Originally.

Wei Song could wait for dawn before sending it into the city, but the command room is in pursuit of efficiency, and there are soldiers on duty at the checkpoint tonight, so naturally, there is no need to delay until dawn.

According to the plan.

An hour later.

The two of them had to get on the plane.

。。。

After entering the city.

A corner.

The pickup truck was replaced by a sedan.

"When are we going to get out of town?" asked Wai Song, who was in the car.

"Out of town, what are you doing?"

"Get out of South Africa. ”

Wei Song said as a matter of course, the plane, he will definitely not be able to sit down, if he wants to leave, in addition to the land route, there is only the sea route, but that tribe is the biggest snake head here, where can he go.

By land only.

"In an hour, you and Jiang Wan will take a flight, leave here, and the next stop, Maputo, the capital of Mozambique, will receive further treatment there. ”

"What? plane, I can't sit down. Azon exclaimed.

Isn't this playing the piano indiscriminately?

He can be found.

I still can't find out that he can't leave the country? Just going to the South African immigration office to make up the formalities will have to be delayed for many days. If he is not stable, he will be arrested and locked up because of the black household.

That's it.

"Mr. Wei Song, our arrangements are free and thoughtful. ”

The fighters didn't say much.

Say a lot.

It's better to do more.

When Wei Song heard this, he had to shut up, and everyone came out of him, and he doubted the ability of others, which was really inappropriate, I just hope that these people really have a foolproof plan to let them out.

Ten minutes later.

The car drove into the yard of a factory.

"Click~~~"

The huge roller shutter door of the factory is raised.

One in.

Wei Song saw Jiang Wan sitting on a chair inside, looking a little cramped and uneasy, thinking about it, this place is quite remote, and there are strong black men around.

"Brother Song. ”

See Azomatsu.

Jiang Wan's face was happy, he rushed over, and saved him, his hand was like a plier, and he kept sobbing, Wei Song was a little embarrassed, "What, Xiao Wan, let go first, it's important to get down to business." ”

Jiang Wan's face flushed.

Thinking that there were still many people around, I quickly let go.

"Okay, then, you two need to follow the arrangement, there are still forty-five minutes to take off from the plane I booked for you, here, this is your new passport. ”

The warrior handed over two notebooks.

The two took it.

Open it and take a look.

Suddenly, his face was wonderful, and he looked up at the black warrior with a strange expression.

I've heard of them all.

In the eyes of foreigners.

The Chinese all look the same.

But you are too skinny, take a passport that is not his at all, and let him go to the South African border control, do you think those people are blind? He looked at Jiang Wan by the way, and it was not her at all.

The hair color is not the same.

"Come here, sit down. ”

At this time.

Two black men brought over two chairs.

After Wei Song and Jiang Wan sat down puzzled, the big man behind them pushed over a small flatbed cart, and when they saw the things on it, the two suddenly remembered a word--- Yi Rong. I saw that on the table, there were two masks.

"Gollum. ”

Do you still play high-tech?

"This is a passport that we have made specifically for these two masks, or a custom mask for passports, and if you wear it, you will be able to leave South Africa in a moment, and I will accompany you. ”

After speaking.

Don't wait for the two to agree.

They started to 'install' it.

It's fast.

It's an all-in-one product.

Straight on, do a little technical fine-tuning, you can be seamless, this special silicone grease material, light weight, full of texture, unless a magnifying glass, otherwise the naked eye can not see the mask at all.

As for the cost of materials.

Very low.

Less than ten bucks.

But the equipment that can produce it, in order to develop it, at least more than 2 billion has been spent, and Tang Qing does not like to give the soldiers plastic surgery, so this kind of equipment is included in the key research and development plan.

But five minutes.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

The two of them were completely speechless.