"He was actually caught." As the sapphire blue jeep turned, Shang Jianyao also saw the situation over there, "His performance art is not good."
Jiang Baimian was also a little surprised, but not shocked:
"I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet? He comes out from time to time to sneak around the sheriff and engage in performance art, and sooner or later he will overturn.
In this regard, Bai Chen deeply agreed:
"Last time I thought he was dancing on the edge of a cliff, once or twice it might be fine, but a few more times will definitely cause problems.
"The main question now is how the 'Order of Conduct' will react."
"A grand and diverse 'performance art' exhibition." Shang Jianyao gave his guess with a serious face.
When he said this, Long Yuehong's thoughts suddenly couldn't stop.
Images similar to running naked, eating shit, and walking upside down came to his mind.
With such a love for performance art, how did this order ensure its survival? From this perspective, Long Yuehong intuitively believed that the "Behavior Order" was definitely not simple.
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"Regardless of the reaction of the Order of Conduct, it will not end so easily.
"I hope a large number of people will be involved and completely intensify the conflict."
Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian was stunned for a moment:
"Maybe Dimis has been walking the sheriff and doing performance art for that purpose......
"This may not be his own will, but someone took advantage of his hobbies and habits."
What Jiang Baimian means is that there are also people who are trying to intensify the conflict.
And this is a very exciting change for the "old tune group".
Only in muddy waters can you fish.
The jeep circled most of the way around and arrived at the area around Antana Street again, and found the safe house that Han Wanghuo had secretly prepared.
This is located on the second floor of an old apartment building, with bathrooms in the front building and other houses on both sides and behind, also occupied by residents.
At this time, it is getting dark and night is approaching, accompanied by moderate to heavy rain.
Summer is like this, the rain comes when it comes, and it stops when it stops.
The safe house prepared by Han Wanghuo was not large, only one bedroom, and the living room and kitchen coexisted, barely separating a narrow bathroom.
Although Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao did not give warnings, before entering the room, he still pressed his right hand to his waist, always ready to dodge and counterattack.
The house was slightly damp and there was nothing unusual.
Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand to the wall on the side of the door, and pressed the switch.
Syllable.
There were no lights on, only the dim glow outside the window and the flashlight in Shang Jianyao's hand illuminated the general outline of the room.
"Is there a power outage?" Long Yuehong was not too surprised to talk to herself.
This is a common occurrence in the Green Olive District.
Power and water outages are inescapable life experiences for every resident here.
Jiang Baimian, who was walking at the back of the team, looked around and pointed outside:
"There is electricity there."
She was referring to the opposite door.
You can see that at the bottom of the wooden door, a yellowish light overflows.
"It doesn't make sense, only we have a power outage in the same building......" Long Yuehong expressed confusion.
Bai Chen glanced at him and said calmly:
"I have to pay the electricity bill."
"......" Long Yuehong was stunned for a moment, and then felt that this might be the truth.
After Han Wanghuo secretly rented this room, in order to ensure seclusion and safety, he must rarely come, and it is completely understandable that he is in arrears on the electricity bill.
"Yes." Long Yuehong looked back at Bai Chen, "However, you seem to be very sure?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shang Jianyao, who was in charge of opening the door before, pointing to the ground.
Looking around, Long Yuehong found several pieces of paper.
Under the light of the flashlight in Shang Jianyao's hand, Long Yuehong read out the name of one of them:
"Electricity Bill Payment Notice"
"There is still a notice?" Jiang Baimian closed the door casually and said funny.
You know, the majority of the residents of the Green Olive District are illiterate.
"Generally, it is a door-to-door reminder, and only those who have not been found for a long time will give a notice of arrears." Bai Chen explained briefly.
As for whether the other party can understand it, it is not something that the power department needs to consider.
Jiang Baimian nodded slightly:
"At this point, where can I pay the electricity bill?"
Belch...... This question made Long Yuehong suddenly feel a little indescribably absurd.
His group had only done a lot of big things some time ago, and was rewarded with more than 100,000 Ore, and also drove a group of bandits to attack the regular army of the "First City", but now they are discussing how to pay the electricity bill owed.
"It's tomorrow." Bai Chen gave the answer.
Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and said to Shang Jianyao:
"You and Xiaohong go reconnect the circuit and get some power from the public network.
"Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing!"
This is not within the company, Jiang Baimian is not ashamed when it comes to stealing electricity.
Anyway, they didn't pass on the cost to the civilians around them, and they will pay the electricity bill they owe tomorrow.
As a person, you must know how to be flexible, otherwise how to perform tasks?
After Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were busy, the incandescent lights in the room finally turned on.
The sky outside is getting darker and darker, and the rain is still falling.
"There's no need to go to the street to find food, just make do with it yourself." Jiang Baimian looked at the scene outside the window and made a suggestion.
Shang Jianyao and others naturally had no objections.
They brought a few canned meat, a few packs of instant noodles and a few dehydrated vegetable packets from the trunk of the jeep, and started dinner on the induction cooker.
——At the beginning, there were many hunters in the city ruins, and there were many troops who went out to carry out missions, and similar convenience foods were very marketable, forming a complete industrial chain, and the "Old Tune Team" is a team with rich experience in wild survival.
The large and delicious instant noodles with plenty of vegetables cooked quickly, and a rich and strange aroma wafted throughout the room.
Because there were only two stools next to the dining table, Shang Jianyao packed the food in a lunch box, walked to the window, and looked outside while eating hula la-la.
Long Yuehong followed his example and also came to the window.
He ate a piece of beef, took a sip of the noodle soup, and then looked out the window.
In the pouring rain and deep hazy darkness, the windows of houses emitted yellowish lights that seemed to be rendered outward.
Against the backdrop of the lights, there are figures moving, either wiping their heads, eating, holding children, or snuggling up to each other.
On the street outside the house, there were still many pedestrians rushing by, some holding umbrellas and raincoats, and some could only bow their heads and cover them with their hands.
From time to time, these pedestrians turned into a certain house and complained a few words to the figures who came to pick them up.
For some reason, Long Yuehong suddenly felt peaceful and warm.
After being silent for a while, he said to himself:
"Isn't it good that we are looking forward to the turmoil in the city at the beginning?"
This will ruin the lives and futures of many, many people.
Jiang Baimian put down the lunch box, stood up, walked to the window, and said seriously:
"This is not something that we don't expect to happen."
Bai Chen swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth and glanced sideways at Long Yuehong:
"Even if there is no turmoil, many people here will have a future of two or three years at most, or less."
Antana Street is extremely close to the factory area.
This sentence ruthlessly shattered Long Yuehong's feelings.
Shang Jianyao also looked at Long Yuehong and said seriously:
"The 'First City' cannot save all mankind."
"......" Long Yuehong was speechless.
Jiang Baimian rounded up the scene in time:
"Eat it quickly, the noodles are almost swollen."
"Hmm." Long Yuehong quickly shifted her attention to the lunch box in her hand.
After the "old tune team" had eaten and drank, they took out the radio transceiver to see what new instructions the company had.
At the appointed time, the call back from "Pangu Creature" arrived as scheduled.
This time there was more content than usual, and Jiang Baimian dictated a paragraph after translating it:
"The company praised our idea of grouping, allowing the North Shore Wasteland squad to focus on intelligence gathering, and let the squad return to the original city try to take on the 'Garibaldi' ......."
Oh? Isn't this the company's intelligence officer? Long Yuehong quickly recalled who "Garibaldi" was.
Bai Chen frowned and asked:
"Was he caught? No, if you are caught, it should be rescued, not answered."
Jiang Baimian nodded and continued to decode:
"After 'Garibaldi' received the company's notice, he did not have time to activate the plan, so he could only rely on the enemy's key and hide directly in the other party's house.
"He was afraid of being discovered and only stole very little food and water every day, and now, he was almost done with what he was carrying and couldn't hold on.
"Well, his enemy is called Lao K."
After hearing this, Shang Jianyao praised "Garibaldi" with great appreciation:
"Very creative."
(End of this chapter)