Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there, and said in surprise:
"Wouldn't they be here to catch us, would they?"
After all, it can be exchanged for money or even hostages with the "First City".
As a wanted criminal, he still has a little consciousness and psychological pressure.
"Not like." Bai Chen shook his head, "The direction they are moving should be the center of Wubei City."
The "Gray Earth Hotel" where the "old tune team" now lives is located on the edge of the city.
"Maybe he wants to capture the old man, and he will kill a horse gun when the time comes." Shang Jianyao began to show his rich imagination.
The honest Gnava denied his guess:
"It's better to say that they are just a cover, attracting our attention, and secretly there is an elite team carrying out the capture mission."
Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands:
"As expected of the former mayor of Tarnan Town, he is indeed more thoughtful than I thought!
"Your method is indeed more effective and practical."
He has always admitted his mistakes and praised them.
Jiang Baimian stretched out his right hand and covered his face:
"Can't you think of something good? I have to pull it on myself!
"What bad things do we in the 'Salvation Army', uh, we haven't done anything, and we are kind enough to share information with them for free, why are we being targeted?"
"Prize money!" The honest Shang Jianyao gave a reason.
The cowardly but cautious Shang Jianyao added:
"Equipment!"
The joking Shang Jianyao was responsible for the ending:
"Beauty!"
"Thank you for the compliment!" Jiang Baimian grinded his teeth.
While chatting casually, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian looked at the door at the same time.
After a few seconds, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Shang Jianyao was quite excited.
He seemed to have imagined the next 100,000-word story—derived from Gnava's assumptions and current circumstances.
"Hotel manager, you just saw something, there is something to notify." The man outside the door quickly replied.
Jiang Baimian winked at Shang Jianyao and asked him to open the door and act according to the opportunity.
Jiang Baimian didn't know if her eyes were expressed, but it didn't matter, she felt that with the enthusiasm of feeding and the nature of the drama, she would do it.
Shang Jianyao bent down, like a cheetah ready to go, and walked to the door step by step.
He brushed the floor and opened the door, and found that outside was indeed the hotel manager he had seen in the lobby before, an ordinary middle-aged man with a slightly grateful top.
"What notice?" Shang Jianyao looked disappointed and his tone was cold.
The hotel manager cleared his throat and said:
"That's right, from now on, northern Wubei will enter a state of martial law, and you cannot leave the hotel unless you have the permission of the management committee."
The "Wubei Management Committee" is a subordinate organization of the "Wubei Materials Coordinating Committee", which is mainly responsible for the administrative management and registration of outsiders in this core city.
Because of the situation that was observed before, several members of the "Old Tune Team" were not so surprised by this unexpected incident and felt that it was reasonable.
Jiang Baimian asked curiously:
"Why did martial law suddenly start, what happened?"
"You don't need to ...... this" As soon as the hotel manager said these words, he saw Jiang Baimian come over and hand over two bills.
They are made of red plastic, and the top one reads:
"10 pounds of pork."
The hotel manager was startled at first, and a smile gradually appeared on his face:
"Since you have a pass and it was brought over by a captain-level warrior, it doesn't matter if I tell you."
He said as he took the two pork tickets, checked them skillfully, and put them in his pocket.
"That's right." He subconsciously used the mantra, "Previously, we lost some important military supplies at a secret base of our 'Salvation Army', and now there is intelligence that they have flowed into the underground market in northern Wubei, and if these military supplies are not properly stored, they will cause devastating damage to humans in a large area of the surrounding area.
"In order to avoid this situation, our 'Material Coordination Committee' in northern Wuzhou announced martial law from now on, and mobilized the garrison outside the city to be responsible, striving to find those dangerous items as soon as possible and lift the alarm."
After all, after receiving the meat ticket corresponding to 20 pounds of pork from the other party, the hotel manager knew everything and said everything, which was quite honest.
Long Yuehong secretly "hissed".
This problem sounds a bit serious!
If something really goes wrong with those military supplies, and it happens to be near this hotel, wouldn't it be a fire at the city gate that affected the fish in the pond?
Jiang Baimian nodded with a solemn expression:
"This really requires martial law.
"Hmm...... Will this affect us?"
Seeing the vigilant gaze of the hotel manager, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"You know, we brought some supplies and exchanged some bills, if we encounter a search, we will inevitably lose some money."
In fact, the important thing is not these, but the three military exoskeleton devices and two bionic intelligent armor.
At that time, maybe he will have to send Shang Jianyao to "communicate".
"No, no, no." The hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief, "Our 'Salvation Army' soldiers will not do such a shameful thing."
Shang Jianyao showed a relieved expression.
The hotel manager added:
"As for those who are officials, they have other ways to go, and they don't look down on your supplies.
"Besides, the date on the pass shows that you only entered the city today, and it must have nothing to do with the military supplies that were lost before, and no one will be sent to search you."
"That's good, that's fine." Jiang Baimian did not hide his emotional changes.
Shang Jianyao was the same, but he changed from relief to disappointment.
At this time, Jiang Baimian looked around and lowered his voice and said:
"Do you know what those military supplies are?"
She was not simply curious, but if she could figure out what it was, she could understand the corresponding hazards and do some preventive work in advance.
"This is not notified." The hotel manager said he would like to know too.
This made them all nervous.
He then pointed outside the door:
"I'm going to inform other guests, hey, I ask to inform you in person, not by phone."
As an external venue, the "Grey Earth Hotel" has a landline installed in every room.
Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and asked curiously:
"Are there many people from outside your sphere of influence?"
"There are still quite a few." The hotel manager replied truthfully, "Some of them are businessmen in cross-border trade, although our 'Salvation Army' has rebuilt the industrial system, but due to resource and technology problems, there are still many shortcomings, which need to be imported, such as coal, robotic arms, some electronic equipment, solar charging panels, high-performance batteries, and some are relic hunters, who hope to officially settle down and become one of us."
"Oh." Shang Jianyao nodded frequently.
The hotel manager said casually:
"You can also try to apply, according to the law promulgated by the 'Materials Coordinating Committee', as long as you can settle in the country for three years, you are eligible to submit an application and accept the corresponding inspection, and the pass rate is still quite high.
"However, it is impossible for you to be assigned to work in the past three years, you must support yourself, and most of the people like you choose to continue to be relic hunters."
"Didn't you say that if you can save it, try to save it?" Shang Jianyao was a little disappointed again.
"This is all the old yellow calendar!" The hotel manager laughed, "Resources are limited."
Bai Chen, who had been listening quietly, asked a question:
"Are the ruins of cities and various ruins in your 'Salvation Army' open to outsiders?"
Wouldn't this be too generous?
This is an external place, the hotel manager can be called well-informed, he heard the words and smiled:
"A large part of it is outside our actual control area, and the corresponding resources are not enough for us to send troops to guard it.
This is the norm on the gray soil.
As strong as the "Salvation Army", it can only actually control the settlements along the repaired roads and some surrounding areas.
Seeing Xue Shiyue and the others nodding, the hotel manager continued:
"There are still some in the actual control area, but there is a lack of resources, so there is no need for large-scale exploration and collection, so it is a better choice to leave it to the relic hunters to handle.
"Hehe, most of the things they found were still traded to us ordinary people. Many items cannot be manufactured due to the lack of resources and the different direction of the production center of gravity, or the quantity produced is very small, and the demand cannot be met, so we have to make up for it through the harvest of the relic hunters.
"For them, what officially becomes our goal is stability, and they don't have to worry about finding food this winter, with a place to protect themselves from wind and rain, and maybe there will be nothing next winter."
It is enough to have food, accommodation, and clothing to be stable, how many wilderness wanderers dream...... Jiang Baimian didn't ask anything else, and watched the hotel manager leave the room.
She then sighed to the group members:
"Let me just say, on the gray soil, many times if you don't cause trouble, things will come to you.
"If we were lucky, we might not know how we died near the lost batch of military supplies!"
So we have to move forward with fear until the dawn comes in this long night.
Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and others deeply agreed with this.
As the hotel manager expected, the "old adjustment team" was not searched, and dawn came smoothly overnight.
Not long after they simply ate the yellow wowotou provided by the hotel, Ding Ling appeared again.
This group of people is more dangerous, and she brought it again, and she has to start and end well until they leave Wubei.
Without waiting for her to speak, Shang Jianyao took the initiative to ask:
"What exactly is that batch of military supplies that can bring the whole city under martial law?"
Ding Ling glanced at the closed door, hesitated for a moment, and said after consideration:
"It seems to be one, a nuclear warhead."
"......" Jiang Baimian didn't know how to respond for a while.
(End of this chapter)