272: Triple Spies

"Hmph, just as I thought, they took the item."

The person in camouflage smiled, then placed the item they had snatched from Pangolin's hand in front of them.

At this moment, what they held was precisely the black box!

It could be confirmed that the red box had been taken by Pangolin, while the item obtained by the person in camouflage was the data for the Meteorological Weapon.

With this data, they could manufacture their own Meteorological Weapon in the shortest possible time.

Subsequently, the person in camouflage opened the headset phone by their ear and contacted someone.

"I am Agent Pangolin. The enemy force's Pangolin has taken the Meteorological Weapon detector according to our plan."

"Very good, Pangolin."

A strange voice came from the other end of the headset, then said, "Bring the item back as soon as possible. Remember not to be tracked."

"Yes."

At this moment, the person in camouflage was ready to leave. They found a bicycle hidden in a bush and then rode away on it.

And so, at this moment, the person in camouflage's figure quickly disappeared completely. Meow Meow Er Says

Subsequently, no one came to this place again.

Not until night fell did Pangolin's roof suddenly crack open, and then a rope extended down from the gap.

After that, a person slowly climbed down the rope to the ground.

After confirming that there was no one around, this person placed a dark red special instrument onto the table. Instantly, the light on the instrument dimmed, and then it gradually disappeared in place.

At this moment, he smiled slightly, then took out a walkie-talkie with a very strange design.

This walkie-talkie was not something that could be manufactured with the technology available on Earth.

Without a doubt, this walkie-talkie was something Meng Hao manufactured using the God-level Military Industry System.

Using this walkie-talkie, this person contacted Meng Hao.

"Hello, I am Agent 101, codenamed Pangolin." Pangolin said to the person on the other side of the walkie-talkie, "Your prediction has been verified. The first Pangolin took the red box, and the second Pangolin took the black box."

"Very good."

Meng Hao, who was on the other side of the ocean, smiled. He smiled quite sinisterly.

"So, what about the instrument I gave you?"

"It disappeared."

"Very good. You should leave as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Pangolin nodded, then gradually blended into the shadows, as if his presence could no longer be seen.

Meanwhile, Meng Hao, on the other side of the ocean, lay on a chair, slightly relieved.

"Very good. Now, their progress in developing the Meteorological Weapon should be relatively close."

Saying this, Meng Hao smiled cruelly, "You wish for us to fight amongst ourselves to buy yourselves time, but I will not let you succeed."

Subsequently, Meng Hao also opened his God-level Military Industry System and muttered to himself, "The Meteorological Weapon will soon become standard equipment for powerful nations. I must use this time to develop entirely new technologies."

Thinking of this, Meng Hao searched for a while among the technologies provided by the system.

Although the Meteorological Weapon was very powerful, it was not absolutely powerful. At least within the God-level Military Industry System, there were dozens of plans that could defend against Meteorological Weapon attacks.

This also served as a slight wake-up call for Meng Hao. Even an existence as powerful as the Meteorological Weapon could still be defended against. His path still had a long way to go!