Clues so soon? Long Yuehong was startled.
To be honest, he has always felt that unless he is lucky, it will be protracted.
As one of the key wanted targets of "First City", he believes that he still has certain qualifications to speak in this regard.
It is true that in the gray soil, the "old tune team" is definitely the best in terms of experience, ability, and cautious level, but they can go in and out a few times in the first city, and bounce back and forth, also thanks to the lack of corresponding population management methods, various technical interruptions, insufficient resource investment, information interaction problems and other factors.
And now, I only heard that the "Salvation Army" had two traitors who stole military supplies in the morning, and there were clues in the afternoon, and the high effect was simply jaw-dropping.
In a blink of an eye, Long Yuehong thought of the various rumors of the "Salvation Army" that she had inquired about before, as well as the situation that Ding Ling unconsciously showed in her words just now, and felt that there was a certain reasonableness in this:
The "Salvation Army" has very strong control over all aspects of personnel, outsiders need to be audited and obtain passes, and the existence of robbers and wilderness wanderers is basically eliminated internally, and even relic hunters must be approved.
In such an environment, the two traitors are at great risk of exposure unless they do not come into contact with various settlements or relic hunters who act as black market vendors, and are self-sufficient in the wilderness and mountains.
Even if they have special awakening abilities, they can escape for a while, not for long, at most delaying the discovery of clues for a day or two.
Of course, the long-term effect of "reasoning clowns" is another matter, but from the perspective of the degree of control of the "Salvation Army", how to avoid the influence of the corresponding ability in the investigation and ask the real situation may have been printed into a manual and distributed to front-line personnel.
This is completely different from the characteristics of the "First City" that hides many abilities from the low-level security guards to improve the stability of their own rule.
What Long Yuehong can think of, Jiang Baimian can naturally think of.
She looked up at the relics hunters who hurriedly got up and were about to follow the clues to chase the wanted criminal, then turned her gaze back to Ding Ling and her subordinates, and said with a smile:
"I was thinking about what to eat at night, is there any special food here?"
"Care about dinner so early?" Ding Ling was slightly stunned.
Shang Jianyao helped explain:
"Eating is a major event in life, and we have to reflect on ourselves every day: what to eat for breakfast, what to eat for lunch, and what to eat for dinner."
This is what he learned from the entertainment materials of the old world, and it is also appropriate to put it in today's gray soil, just change one word:
What is for breakfast, what is for lunch, and what is for dinner.
Jiang Baimian glanced at this guy and said helplessly:
"I am half a folklore scholar, and I like to come into contact with the customs of different places, including various specialty foods."
"That's right." Ding Ling nodded first, and then smiled, "I thought you were deliberately changing the subject, not wanting to show concern about the mole incident, for fear of arousing our suspicion."
Isn't it? Long Yuehong muttered.
Jiang Baimian's long-term performance made him feel that there was no problem with Ding Ling's speculation.
"With this intention, you must know how to avoid suspicion when you first arrive." Jiang Baimian admitted frankly.
Slapping, dangdang, Shang Jianyao and Gnawa applauded at the same time.
Shang Jianyao immediately turned his head sideways and said to Gnava:
"You can't hide your humanization!"
"I think I understand a little more sophistication." Gnava replied honestly.
The conversation between the two made Bai Chen want to turn his head to look to the side, pretending not to know them, but Ding Ling and her subordinates didn't care much, after all, Wubei is one of the core cities of the "Salvation Army", and there is no shortage of robots.
Crosstalk is an art form of the old world, which has been preserved in parts of the gray earth people, and the "Salvation Army" and "Pangu creatures" are among them.
"It's good." Ding Ling praised Jiang Baimian's idea, "There were many foreign relic hunters who didn't understand this truth before, so they were sent out of the country by us, or sent to court and sentenced to hard labor."
Is this an implicit warning? Long Yuehong is always rich in ideas.
Without waiting for Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao to respond, Ding Ling smiled and said:
"I rubbed your canned food at noon, and in the evening, I will treat you to a meal with more northern Wubei characteristics."
"Okay, okay!" Shang Jianyao was not polite at all.
When the sun set, Ding Ling bought a pile of firewood from the settlement, borrowed an iron pot, an aluminum basin, and a soup spoon, and started preparing dinner.
She first poured a lot of flour into the aluminum basin, then added water, sugar and other things, stirred them into a paste, then heated the pot, took a small piece of lard and wiped the edge of the pot back and forth.
To make these preparations, Ding Ling used a metal soup spoon to scoop up the white paste in the aluminum basin and poured them on the inner edge of the iron pot.
In the sizzling sound, every spoonful of white paste spread out into a thin cake.
Ding Ling skillfully mastered the heat, and turned the pancakes over at a certain time.
The sweet and tempting smell gradually spread, causing Shang Jianyao to swallow his saliva.
After both sides were baked, a male "Salvation Army" member waiting next to him picked up the pizzas one by one and put them in each lunch box.
After such rounds, everyone got six or seven cakes.
Jiang Baimian endured not eating, and also signaled the team members, especially Shang Jianyao, not to worry, after all, Ding Ling was still busy.
After the last round of baking, there was still some remaining batter in the aluminum basin, Ding Ling added a lot of water to it, stirred, and poured it into the pot.
It didn't take long for a pot of fragrant shabu-shabu soup to be cooked.
After each person received half a lunch box of soup, Ding Ling took out a few canned meats and cooked them in the pot.
"If we do physical work and don't eat meat, we won't be full." She smiled and said to Jiang Baimian and others, "Eat, everyone eat."
Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to pick up a pancake and stuff it into his mouth.
Long Yuehong followed closely.
When he took a bite, he felt that the cake was soft, glutinous and elastic, and when chewed carefully, he had the aroma of flour and the sweetness of sugar, and he couldn't stop it.
After gobbling up a cake, Long Yuehong buried his head in the shabu-shabu soup and drank it.
He didn't feel greasy at all, like water with the aroma of wheat and a hint of sweetness.
"Not bad, what is this called?" Jiang Baimian looked up and asked.
Ding Ling smiled and said:
"Wubei tube is called a pot side stall."
"Your skills are really good!" Shang Jianyao praised.
The twenty-four or five-year-old woman under Ding Ling nodded in agreement:
"Yes, Team Ding often cooks personally to improve our food."
"Learn from others!" Shang Jianyao turned his head sideways and said to Jiang Baimian.
Jiang Baimian raised his left hand expressionlessly, stopping the subsequent noise.
After eating and drinking, the "old tune team" rushed to clean up, and the main force was Shang Jianyao, who was designated by Jiang Baimian.
At this moment, Bai Chen discovered that the hunters who had previously followed the clues to find the remains of the two traitors had returned to this settlement one after another.
Ding Ling walked over and asked someone at random:
"Is there anything to gain?"
The relic hunter glanced at the black uniform and corresponding epaulettes on her body, and replied with a slight fear:
"Yes, we found the two traitors and killed one, and the other one saw that he couldn't run away and committed suicide by swallowing a gun."
Although the relic hunters belonging to the "Salvation Army" always ridicule the regular army for being old-fashioned and conservative, they still dare not make mistakes when they really encounter it, unless they have a background at home.
"Are they all dead?" Ding Ling frowned slightly, "What did they find on them?"
The relic hunter replied:
"I didn't find any so-called important military supplies, only some cans, cookies, energy bars, bullets, and lighters."
Seeing that Ding Ling's expression was still serious, he added:
"Most of these are from northern Wubei, and they may have been to northern Wubei and got some supplies from the black market."
"Then someone will be responsible!" Ding Ling muttered.
Those important military supplies seem to have been discarded...... If you can't find it in the future, it is estimated that there will be a chain reaction...... Since his hearing has recovered, Jiang Baimian has been able to complete the task of secretly auditing.
After a night of silence, at seven o'clock the next morning, the "old tune team" followed Ding Ling's mountain bike and continued to drive to northern Wubei.
It took nearly nine hours, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, they finally arrived at this renovated city on the banks of the Yuelin River, backed by a nuclear power plant.
The overall style of the city is very close to the old world, but there are not so many high-rise buildings, and the colors and shapes of the buildings are relatively monotonous.
With Ding Ling present, Jiang Baimian and others passed the inspection at several intersections very smoothly and entered the city.
Suddenly, Shang Jianyao pointed out the window and said "ahhhh
What the hell? Jiang Baimian followed and found two strangely dressed people passing by in the side alley.
They were dressed in ordinary clothes, all gray, and the strange thing was that they all wore an aluminum pot for boiling water and stewing on their heads, which made people wonder how they could see the road ahead.
The two people quickly disappeared at the end of the alley, and Shang Jianyao seemed eager to catch up and communicate.
When Ding Ling parked the green mountain bike in front of a rather imposing ten-story building, Shang Jianyao quickly got out of the car and asked what the origin of those citizens was just now.
Ding Ling frowned:
"That's a bunch of neurotics!"
(End of this chapter)