Pitt first took three cigarettes and kept pulling Price, asking him to provide some advice for himself. Price, who has always been talkative, is also willing to do such things, and he doesn't know that Pitt is just trying to mess with his words.

"Mr. Price, how many cigarettes are more suitable for us to buy? How often can these be replenished?" asked Pete.

"It's half a month." Price said: "It's usually purchased once every two weeks, but this time it's because you're here, four days in advance."

"That's twice a month, are the middle and the end of the month right?" asked Pete.

"Yes." Price thought Pitt was calculating how much cigarette he wanted to buy, so he said with certainty: "No. 15, No. 30. That's it."

Pi Te nodded, pretended to be calculating and took two more cigarettes, and said, "Prepare more."

Price looked at Pete and smiled, "Are you going to celebrate Christmas here like this?"

Pete sighed helplessly, "Although I don't want it, we have no reason to leave if we really need it." Then he continued to look at other things here and randomly selected some snacks such as chewing gum. In fact, he did not want to buy snacks, but wanted to find the simple map or travel manual that might exist that is usually placed in the supermarket checkout area.

I have to say that I was lucky today. After taking two different flavors of chewing gums, he saw a stack of folds. He seemed to casually pull out a fold and opened it and looked at it. This is the simple map he wanted. It marked some important transportation stations and buildings, as well as some tourist attractions. The most important thing is that it not only contains local texts, but also French and English.

Just as Pete was about to take a look, Price on the side said, "Why do you want to play around?"

When Peter heard his question, he was not panicked, but followed Price's words: "Yes. It seems very small here."

"Of course, this is a small town." Price said, looking at the map in Pete's hand, then raised his finger and pointed to the southeast of the map and said, "We are here now. Cavitan Road."

"It's the road at the door?" asked Pete.

"Yes. It's this road." Price said, pointing to the shelves and said, "Put it back. You can't buy this thing. You'll check it when you take it back, but you can't bring this thing with you."

"Are you afraid of leaking location information?" Peter took a look at it again and put the item back.

"It's nothing," Price said disapprovingly: "But the management there has always been strict, and you must not bring anything you can't bring."

Pi Te nodded and said nothing, but he had already remembered the name of this road in his heart as the approximate location on the map.

The whole shopping took about half an hour. After everyone met their needs, they carried the things back to the truck with their own things, and after opening the truck compartment and putting all their things in, they helped to carry all the things that needed to be transported back into the truck.

"Okay, everyone. Let's go to the telephone office." Price said while closing the car door, which meant that he was not going to use this truck to take everyone over.

"Don't you take a car? Walk over?" Donovan asked.

"No need. There is not far from here. It is only two or three kilometers away. It is easier to drive than to walk over. After you finish, I will just call the driver and pick us up." Price said.

At this moment, everyone had no objection to what would work, including Matt, who liked to complain. So everyone left the warehouse again, followed the road eastward and then headed north towards the city center.

After about twenty minutes of walking, everyone came to a three-story building. There was also the logo of Petrascu on the outside of the building, as if it was the office building of this factory. There were guards at the entrance of the building. Although these people did not wear guns like those in the prison, it was also obvious that these people were specially trained. There was also access control at the door. After checking everyone's identities, everyone entered the interior of the first floor one after another.

"Is this also a prison?" Morris asked after coming in.

"Of course not." Price said while signaling him not to talk nonsense: "This is a telephone office, a place specially used for contact."

"Is this building all right? This is simply a communication station." Ochoa said.

"No. Only the first floor here is. The upstairs are for other purposes, such as those managers who live here." Price said and walked into a room on the first floor. This room looked like a large office at first glance. One by one, there were small compartments, tables and chairs, and there were phones on the table. Except for no one sitting in every position, this was the look of an office.

"It's here. It's the Internet, a dedicated network, and you can also use the same phone." When Price spoke, he walked in from outside the room, carrying three bags and several mobile phones. After looking at everyone, he spoke, "Do you use the Internet or just use the phone?"

"That..." Ochoa looked at the things in the man's hands and said, "I want to ask, will our communication content be monitored by you?"

The man was stunned for a moment and said, "If I said there was no, you probably wouldn't believe it. Just think there is one. Will you start now?"

"Of course." Donovan said affirmatively and turned to look at the other person and said, "What do you care about so much? Let's tell the family that you shouldn't say. Just don't say anything you shouldn't say." After that, he looked at the person coming and said, "I'll use the phone. How do you dial the number?"

Pete had not gone there, and he was not going to communicate with relatives and friends. Although he was anxious to take the information he had discovered here, Victor Feng, as Ochoa just said, the communication here is likely to be monitored, otherwise why should it be concentrated in such a place?

So Pete didn't go over but stood aside and looked at it and said to Price: "Is there a place to smoke?"

Price looked at Pitt strangely and said, "What? Don't you need to contact your family?"

"No." Pete shrugged helplessly: "I was alone. I had it, but it was gone on 9/11."

"Sorry." Price seemed to understand something in an instant. After saying something, he turned around and looked outside and said, "Come on, there is a place to smoke." The two of them said and came to the bathroom in the corridor.

Pitt took out the cigarette he had just bought, took out one and handed it to Price, and then started to smoke it after lit it. Price looked at Pitt and said, "You are the one who is a soldier?"
Chapter completed!