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After taking a look at the cargo behind, the big and small green military boxes, Allen didn’t find the sealed paper document and asked, "Where’s the document worth $30,000?"

"Sieg replied, "The security company only allowed me to take away this batch of military weapons; the encrypted document needs to be picked up from a street-side café at the post office."

"ok."

After the General Sect Leader buckled his seatbelt, Sieg started the vehicle, turned the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator, heading toward the post office on North Street.

They soon arrived at the post office on North Street, parked next to the crossroad, and Sieg took out his phone to send a message to his contact. Half a minute later, a mysterious figure emerged from the café across the street, wearing a hood, a sweatshirt, and sneakers.

Approaching the armored transport vehicle, he knocked on the window and handed over the document to Sieg in the driver’s seat, advising, "This document needs to be delivered to Harry, the manager at Interstellar Insurance Company in Palm Valley. Do not attempt to open it during the journey; otherwise, it will be void, and the employer will not pay you. You will also have to compensate a significant breach of contract fee!"

Sieg took the envelope, casually responding, "Don’t worry, we’re professionals."

Then he raised the window and drove off.

Allen Zhang glanced at the man on the street through the rearview mirror. After the man delivered the envelope, he turned and left, all mysterious. If Allen hadn’t known the contents of the document in advance, he might have thought it contained some top-secret military documents, like the blueprints for the F35.