It was learned from Lester that there was a large amount of hypnotic gas produced in a laboratory along the coast.
However, the place was heavily guarded, with surveillance cameras and Merryweather's mercenaries everywhere, making it almost impossible to get in.
The laboratory only ships two batches a day, at nine in the morning and seven in the evening, across the city from the northeast, to the airport.
If you want to get hypnotic gas, you have to make a fuss about this piece of information.
Obviously, this is a small test for Lu Qi.
After all, Leicester knew almost nothing about him and had zero trust.
Lu Qi had to do something to gain the initial trust of him and the entire team.
That is to say, this mission is also considered as a "name submission" for Lu Qi to join the criminal gang headed by Michael and Lester.
If he does, Lester will agree with him, and the other members who work with him will agree with him; if he can't, he will have nothing to do with him after that.
So, this time, only success is allowed, not failure!
. . .
The first step is to gather intelligence.
Since the time limit given by Lester was three days, he had to find a way to get a certain base of hypnotic gas within three days, so Lu Qi drove to the location of the laboratory that night.
When he drove to the vicinity of the laboratory on Mount Tatavian, just in time for the train that the laboratory shipped at night.
Looking at the delivery truck slowly coming out of the checkpoint, Lu Qi blinked his eyes, started the motorcycle, and started tracking.
The truck is no different from an ordinary van. The two sides of the cargo box are painted with the green logo of "XX Chemical Laboratory", which is very easy to identify.
The driver of the truck did not notice at all that there was a black scooter following them far behind.
That's right, in order not to attract attention, Lu Qi also specially painted his purple scooter black.
Along the way, even with Beretta 92F on him, Lu Qi did not rush to do it, but "escorted" the delivery vehicle to the destination.
The next day, Lu Qi came to the vicinity of the laboratory again and continued to track the delivery vehicle that was delivered in the morning.
The second time he watched the delivery vehicle pull into Los Santos Airport, his eyes were bright, and he was already confident.
Back home, Lu Qi began to arrange the collected information one by one.
After two trips, Lu Qi could basically determine that the route of the laboratory trucks was fixed.
They all pass through the bustling city center, pass Little Seoul, Lopota, and finally arrive at the airport southwest of Los Santos.
And the delivery driver is only one person, that is to say, the defense is very empty...
After careful deliberation, Lu Qi quickly formulated a relatively meticulous plan.
The place to start is near the large junkyard in Lopota!
. . .
At 7:30 in the evening, Lu Qi came to the alley near the Lopota junkyard and began to wait quietly.
Almost no one lives near the junkyard due to the noise from the demolition. In addition, it was night, and the surroundings were even more desolate.
With a black peaked cap, black mask, black coat and pants, Lu Qi's whole person was integrated with the darkness.
If you don't walk into the alley, passers-by will not know that there is a person hiding in it.
Looking down at the time on his watch, Lu Qi turned to look at the end of the street on the right, and whispered:
"almost…"
As soon as the voice fell, at the end of the street, a green van came slowly.
Seeing the "familiar" truck, Lu Qi's eyes lit up involuntarily. While taking out the high-pressure air nail gun that he had prepared earlier, he said in his heart, "Come on... come on..."
The moment the truck drove through the alley, the sound of a depressed air pump, hidden in the noise in the junkyard, rang out suddenly.
The next second, only a "bang" was heard, and the left rear wheel of the moving truck suddenly burst open!
Immediately afterwards, the entire truck began to lose its balance.
"Damn!"
The driver sitting in the cab quickly held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and while controlling the vehicle as much as possible, he released the accelerator to let the car gradually slow down.
Fortunately, because the speed was not too fast, and the rear wheel was blasted open, under effective control, the truck slowly stopped on the side of the road.
"It's really unlucky..."
The swearing driver, without doubting him, opened the door, got out of the car and prepared to check the condition of the car.
While the driver was checking the tires, Lu Qi silently touched his back, slashed his neck with a knife, and stunned him directly.
Holding the driver's body, Lu Qi looked around, and after confirming that no one saw him, dragged the driver and threw him into the trash can in the alley.
After solving the only guard, the next thing becomes simple.
Take the key "dropped" from the opponent, open the cargo box, and take all the hypnotic gas,
Lu Qi drove the scooter and disappeared into the darkness...
. . . . . .
The next day, Lu Qi took the initiative to call Lester:
"Hey?"
"It's me, Alex. Gas got it, where is it?"
Hearing this, Lester on the other side of the phone couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face.
To be honest, he didn't expect that Lu Qi would get the hypnotic gas so quickly.
Even with Michael's high praise, Lester once thought that Lu Qi would delay until the end of the time limit to complete the task, or even fail to complete the task.
In this way, compared to another rookie guaranteed by Michael, the efficiency of this Asian is more than a little bit higher...
Lester, who thought so, couldn't help softening his tone and praised:
"Good job!"
Immediately afterwards, he reported an address and said, "You bring the gas here, and someone will come to take over from you."
"it is good."
Half an hour later, when Lu Qi came to the "Daniel Brothers" garment factory next to the Los Santos Expressway, he was greeted by a Mexican aunt wearing a yellow No. 24 basketball uniform.
After handing the suitcase containing three cans of hypnotic gas to the aunt, Lu Qi didn't stop, and drove his beloved little motorcycle to go home.
The aunt came all the way to the second floor office of the garment factory with a suitcase.
"What you want."
Opening the suitcase and looking at the three cans of hypnotic gas lying quietly inside, Lester leaned on crutches, got up from the computer, and joked to Michael sitting on the sofa:
"The rookie you recommended is quite good..."
Taking a sip of a cigarette, he let out a cloud of mist. Michael, who was leaning on the sofa, lifted Erlang's legs proudly, "I told you a long time ago that this kid is very talented and can be made."
"Maybe... everything is ready now, and we can start whenever you order it."
Hearing this, Michael poked the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray on the table, stood up abruptly, and said with a high-spirited expression:
"Then what are we waiting for?!"
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