Reborn Super Bank System

Within the tribe.

Listen to the bad news that keeps coming.

The mood of the patriarch.

It's like eating shit.

---Heart stuff.

What makes him depressed the most is that he doesn't know who did it. If they can't find any clues in a day, and people have swept their tails, it will be even more difficult for them to check.

who is it?

who is it?

...

His mind is hurting.

Didn't think of it.

"Patriarch, I think it is impossible for them to leave through the airport, especially Wei Song. His visa has expired. If he goes to the airport, he will be arrested by the immigration officer first."

quickly.

One of them is not bad...What a bad news.

If you go in the air.

Just intercept the airport.

But if it is land.

In all directions of Cape Town, there may be a way to escape. In the vast traffic, it is difficult to find a car with Weisong. He is the patriarch, not the president.People at the entrance inspection office also expressed hope that they were slim.

just now.

The only clue.

Only the blood test is there.

However, the blockade at the airport has not been relaxed. The patriarch knows that the group of people in the immigration bureau are not good birds. If they collect money from others, it is not impossible to make up for them.

...

Cape town.

Outside the city.

Pickup.

Wei Song's injury has been simply treated. After the tying, he changed into clean clothes. Seeing that Wei Song was getting closer and closer to the checkpoint, Wei Song wrapped in a turban was a little nervous.

"Will there be anything?"

That tribe.

There are many eyeliners in Cape Town.

"It doesn't matter, build it." The black soldier said lightly.

Wei Song had to cover himself with a thin blanket. This kind of disguise, to be honest, he is a little weak to complain. If the person at the level is looking for someone, just cover it like this, which is an insult to their IQ.

quickly.

When the car passed the checkpoint.

Go directly to the fourth gate.

"What's in the car?" A black policeman came up.

Other holes.

Both were checked by the police, but here, there is only one.

"A little agricultural product."

"Agricultural products? Open it and take a look."

"it is good."

Hear this.

Wei Song was taken aback.

Your reason is to make waves completely!Just when his whole body was tense, thinking that the other party would lift the thin blanket to look at, he only heard one sentence, "Well, it is indeed agricultural products. Let's go."

"..."

Feel the car moving.

Wei Song stunned.

What's up?

Double reed?

wrong.

It should be money stuffed, yes, yes, the police in South Africa, as long as they give money, they can do everything. All of a sudden, he relaxes. Money can be more powerful and more accessible.

Checkpoint No. 4.

Several minutes passed.

A chubby black policeman came over, clutching his stomach, and said with a bitter face: "I just didn't know what was going on, I suddenly had a stomachache. I didn't eat anything last night."

"Do you want to see a doctor?"

"No, I'll find the Chinese first and say, fifty thousand dollars! Continue to check."

The fat policeman finished.

He was alive again and began to check the passing vehicles one by one.It's also dark and there are few cars. If it's daytime, I wouldn't dare to do this at all.

In other words.

They now have less than one and a half hours to set up a card.

originally.

Wei Song could wait until dawn before being sent into the city, but the command room pursues efficiency, and there are soldiers on duty at the checkpoint tonight, naturally, there is no need to drag it until dawn.

According to the plan.

After one hour.

Both have to get on the plane.

...

After entering the city.

A corner.

The pickup was replaced by a sedan.

"When are we out of town?" Wei Song asked in the car.

"Out of town? What are you doing?"

"Leave South Africa."

Wei Song took it for granted that he would definitely not be able to get on a plane. If he wanted to leave, apart from land, there were only sea routes, but that tribe was the biggest snakehead here, so where could it go.

Only land.

"In one hour, you and Jiang Wan will take a plane and leave here. The next stop is the capital of Mozambique, Maputo. Your injury will receive further treatment there."

"What? I can't get on the plane." Wei Song exclaimed.

Isn't this playing the piano?

He can be found.

Can't find out that he can't leave the country?Just going to the South African Immigration Bureau to make up the formalities will take many days.If the security is not complete, he will be arrested and locked up because of the illegal household.

That's it.

"Mr. Wei Song, our arrangements are free and comprehensive."

The soldier didn't say much.

Talk a lot.

Better to do more.

When Wei Song heard this, he had to shut up. Everyone put him out and doubted his abilities. It was really wrong. I only hope that these people really have a perfect plan to get them out.

Ten minutes later.

The car drove into the courtyard of a factory.

"Kaka Kaka~~~"

The huge shutter door of the factory building was raised.

One goes in.

Wei Song saw Jiang Wan sitting on a chair inside. It seemed that he was a little bit embarrassed, thinking about it, this place is quite remote and surrounded by strong black men.

"Brother Song."

See Wei Song.

Jiang Wan was happy on his face, rushed over, and saved him. With hands like pliers, he kept sobbing. Wei Song was a little embarrassed, "Well, Xiao Wan, let go first, business matters."

Jiang Wan blushed.

Thinking that there are many people around, quickly let go.

"Okay. Next, you two need to follow the arrangements. There are 45 minutes to take off from the plane I booked for you. Here, here are your new passports."

The soldier handed two books.

The two took it.

Open it and take a look.

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

I heard that.

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 ask him to go to South Africa for border inspection. Are you blind to those people?He saw Jiang Wan's by the way, and it was not her at all.

Hair color is different.

"Come here, sit down."

at this time.

Two black men brought two chairs.

After Wei Song and Jiang Wan sat down in a puzzled manner, the big man behind them pushed a small flatbed cart over. Seeing what was on it, they suddenly remembered a word---Disguise.I saw that there were two masks on the table.

"Guru."

Do you still play high tech?

"This is our passport customized for these two masks. It can also be said to be a mask customized for the passport. Put on it and you will be able to leave South Africa later. I will accompany you."

Finished.

Not waiting for the two to agree.

They started to "install".

high speed.

This is an integrated product.

Simply put it on and do a little technical fine-tuning, it will be seamless. This special silicone material is light in weight and full of texture. Unless a magnifying glass, the naked eye can't see it as a mask.

As for material costs.

Very low.

Less than ten dollars.

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

But five minutes.

Looking at myself in the mirror.

The two were completely speechless.