Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

In Italy, on the outskirts of Naples, a black Mercedes-Benz slowly entered a small town near the hills along a curved and flat road.

Looking at the slightly old and sour street view on both sides of the road, Horns held the steering wheel and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

“We're not going the wrong way. ”

“Impossible…” repeatedly confirmed the information in hand, the assistant sitting in the co-pilot's seat said in a positive tone, "both on the shipping information and on the registration information of the Italian Ministry of Commerce, point here. ”

Horns did not speak, but the bad feeling in his heart grew stronger.

To be honest, this isn't exactly the right place for industrial development. Even if we don't build factories close to railways or port areas, we have to build them in relatively labour-intensive areas, right? Even dumber business owners can't drive a factory in this shithole.

The road is getting narrower and narrower.

The car can't drive in any further.

After they got out of the car, they walked about 560 meters along the country trail to an old neighborhood right next to a community market. Most farmers who live here work in nearby orchards, or retired elderly people. With the exception of a few children traveling in the alley and having fun, you can't see a little younger.

Walking to a cabin made of boulder bricks, Horns took his assistant to the courtyard door and stopped. He gazed around and his eyebrows didn't feel like jumping twice.

“… this is a factory? ”

His assistant's face was similarly disgraceful, and some were overwhelmed to come up with that information again.

Perhaps he noticed two strange outsiders standing at the door, the cabin door squeaking open and an old Italian man with a knitted hat walking out with vigilance.

“Who are you? ”

“Horns, this is my colleague. I'm sorry to bother you, but we're just looking for a company called AI Industries, and the address we got was here,” Horns made a friendly smile and made himself look nice.

“AI Industries?” Not eating this, the old Italian frowned and stared at Horns with suspicion and continued, "I've lived here for so many years, never heard of AI Industries, and there's no factory nearby. ”

At the moment of hearing this, Horns and his assistant looked at each other and saw a cloud of colour on each other's faces.

At this point, the end of the matter is clear.

The counterfeit identity not only fooled the Italian government, but also Siemens, and even German Customs, as well as the EU Export and Import Control Committee!

A cold sweat could not help thinking about the ongoing negotiations between the European Union and China on the exchange of controllable fusion technologies.

The other equipment on the list goes without saying, but if the two missing machines eventually appear in the Chinese ports, there is no doubt that an important leverage will be lost for their negotiations.

In any case, those two devices must not fall into the hands of the Chinese!

Looking behind the old man, Horns tried to make a final remedy and took a deep breath to continue asking.

“Is there a Sach Falbilly around here? ”

The equipment had just arrived in Italy, and theoretically it would take some time even to smuggle it out of Europe from the port.

The only clue he now has, apart from having a skilled team of hackers, is this name.

As long as we can find that Sach Falbilly, we can find the key to solving this problem!

After hearing the name, the old Italian frowned and then shook his head.

“Never heard, at least not on this street. ”

The silence lasted about half a minute.

Horns took a deep breath, just as he was going to say thank you to the old man and then returned to the car with his own assistant, standing in the courtyard listening to the old woman they were talking to, suddenly interrupting.

“You two know Falbilly? ”

At the moment of hearing this sentence, Horns first slightly stunned, his mind suddenly ecstatic, and immediately went forward to ask.

“Of course, I'm his friend. Excuse me--”

“Are you his friend? That's right, you wait. ”

In Horns' unexpected gaze, the old woman turned around and walked into the house.

Not long after he had waited, he saw the old woman coming out with a big, slapped package and walking, talking in pieces.

“A parcel from overseas was sent to me the other day with the name of the recipient, Sach Falbilly. But I don't know this person at all, and there is no one named this on the street nearby. I wondered if the mailman had sent the package wrong, but I repeatedly confirmed that the address was correct... since you are his friend, bring this thing to him for me. ”

“Thank you… I'll pass it on to him. ”

Trying to contain the excitement in his heart, Horns picked up the package from the old lady's hand and immediately returned to the car with his assistant.

Just as he was about to unpack the package, his fingers suddenly subsided.

Watching the officer stop the motion on his hand, the assistant standing next to him did not answer the question.

“Sir? ”

With a slight cough, Horns looked at his assistant.

“I need you to do one thing now. ”

The assistant hesitated to ask: "What is it? ”

Hand the package over to him, Horns said seriously.

“Open it. ”

What came to mind for a moment, the assistant's face changed slightly.

Although his heart refused, under pressure from his superior, he took the package with his scalp and walked to the empty space beside the road to carefully unravel it.

Fortunately, the accident did not happen.

There are no weapons in the package, such as bombs, or anything that threatens personal safety.

Looking at the envelope lying in the empty package, the assistant relieved himself and took it out of the package.

“Sir, there's a letter here. ”

He opened the envelope and pulled a note from it.

However, as soon as he saw what was on the note, the whole person suddenly seemed to have been stared at by Medusa and stood still there.

Noting the note and the expression on his assistant's face, Horns, who thought he had found something important, hurried forward and grabbed it from his assistant.

“What does it say...”

Only halfway through, he looked like a fool and stood there.

You can see on that note a distorted and twisted picture of a series of unintelligible symbols.

♪ (^ ∇ ^ *)

Horns: “…???? ”