Making Contact to Defect

Anrelo hurried along, but Lang Yefu clearly couldn't keep up.

Though the shackles had been removed from her feet, she still walked with a limp. Anrelo had to hire a handcart and put her on it.

Lang Yefu lay on her back in the cart, looking as though she were settling in to watch a show. Whenever the wheels rolled over a crack in the stones, she bounced with the cart, without a trace of tension on her face.

"Say, where are we going?" she asked. "Out of the city?"

Anrelo shook his head.

"First, we're going to your Fang of the Wild outpost."

As a resistance organization native to Water Chestnut Island, Fang of the Wild had an operational outpost inside Cloud Fang City.

"Is that outpost still there?" Lang Yefu asked, puzzled. "After you captured me, you didn't raze it to the ground?"

Anrelo sneered.

"Why would we?"

"That outpost is completely under our control now."

"Everyone except the undercover agents has been dealt with." He shot Lang Yefu a mocking glance.

"Now it keeps busy contacting Fang of the Wild headquarters every day, reporting all kinds of intelligence!"

Lang Yefu slowly clenched her fists.

This was reverse infiltration.

Once a covert operation was exposed, this was the kind of fate that often awaited it. It was no longer the organization's eyes in the heart of enemy territory, but a malignant growth planted by the enemy instead.

She had been captured for two months. There was no telling how much damage the compromised intelligence outpost had caused.

Anrelo suddenly grinned.

"Fang of the Wild headquarters still has no idea you've been captured."

"How about a deal?"

"I'll let you report this to them first through the communication array."

"In return, help me contact the Final Bone Mad Machines."