Listening In, Cash Human-type Fruit

At a street corner.

A camouflaged snail blended into the brick wall behind it.

Its lifeless eyes stared fixedly at the intersection ahead.

Suddenly, a hand reached in from the side and grabbed it.

The Transponder Snail had barely raised its feelers before they were expertly pressed back into its shell, silencing it completely.

The owner of the hand stepped out of the shadows. It was Stockton.

He carried a shoulder bag in his right hand, already containing seven or eight Transponder Snails of different colors.

Stockton placed the newly captured one inside as well and zipped the bag shut.

Three on East Street, two in South Alley, two at the edge of the square, one behind the warehouse just now... plus this one, that made nine.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping toward a residential area on the island's western side.

The last location Lin Nuo had mentioned... it should be on a rooftop over there.

Just one more.

After sorting through the information, Stockton quickly left the area.

About thirty minutes earlier, he and Lin Nuo had left Milan's residence.

They had originally planned to go to the Association together, but Lin Nuo had told him to find somewhere safe and wait while he went in alone.

Then, after a burst of chaos.

Lin Nuo flew over from the direction of the Association and told him where the listening Transponder Snails were hidden around town.

He told Stockton to deal with as many as possible and minimize the speed at which their movements spread.

After saying that, Lin Nuo flew away without looking back.

Though Stockton was full of doubts, he immediately got to work out of trust in his companion.

Recalling the direction Lin Nuo had mentioned last.

Stockton swiftly crossed several alleys and arrived at his