She swung her palm, executing the tactile command, and re-decoded a compressed file that unfolded on the screen.
Clear color photographs jumped out one by one.
The ruins of Silver Port surprisingly had intact roads, and sentry posts were set up between the steel wreckage.
The guys occupying this place were all Exiles.
"Guess who I found? Ironfoot Kelp, a high bounty criminal wanted by Plato."
"F*ck, an old acquaintance."
John instinctively frowned; he had followed Damascus Camp on several missions and had tied a knot with the Exiles.
No wonder this bastard couldn't be found.
What sane person would think of hiding in a radioactive abandoned port?
Many things made sense now.
The facilities of the Tiebang Logistics server just happened to allow him to connect to the city's local area network, used to remotely monitor Kelp's business.
It all connected.
Oulos's intelligence sharing was complete.
