After Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, they considered it for a moment and said:
"Of course we can't ask for help.
"When the time comes, you can explore yours, we can explore ours, and communicate and share what we have gained."
She doesn't know what accidents will happen in Icefield Taicheng, and it is indeed a good thing that the "Salvation Army" sends strong people to participate and share the risks.
When there is no big conflict of interests, cooperation is one direction.
Commissioner Huang nodded:
"I know what you mean.
"We will have some internal discussions about what measures will be taken in the future."
As he spoke, he took out a crumpled box of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it with a lighter, as if to help him think.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao didn't disturb him, opened the door by themselves, and walked out.
After retrieving the weapon and getting on the mountain bike, Shang Jianyao said to Ding Ling very actively:
"Commissioner Huang has something for us to convey to Director Hong, let's go to the Immigration Department now."
Why is there always a feeling that this guy's emotional intelligence is on par with the old guy? Or rather, the more honest it is, the more annoying it is? Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart and did not speak.
Ding Ling asked suspiciously:
"What?"
"Saying that Director Hong gave us a pass is playing the piano randomly! Even if you consider it for your children in the future, you must pay attention to the methods and methods, and you must not violate the rules and regulations." Shang Jianyao's ability to summarize is quite good.
The only problem is that the source of Hong Guangming's reprimand was their "old tune team", and he acted as if he was not a member of this team.
Ding Ling was silent for a few seconds and said:
"You don't need to convey this, I will find an opportunity to say it."
In a more appropriate way, in a more appropriate language...... Jiang Baimian added for her in his heart.
People want faces, trees want bark, it's completely understandable.
As if afraid that Shang Jianyao, an outsider whose behavior was different from ordinary people, would not agree, Ding Ling looked ahead, sighed and said:
"Several of Grandpa Hong's children died in the great development, construction, and rescue in the early stage of the new calendar.
"Maybe it's a little spoiled, his youngest son doesn't like to work, he doesn't want to go to a hard position, it's nothing, Grandpa Hong can still help him arrange a good job, but he doesn't know when he got involved with the children of a few committee members, often the red wine produced in the 'Original City' manor, the latest electronic products imported by the 'Orange' company, and the high-end cars of 'United Industries', which is what his level and position can enjoy?"
Shang Jianyao nodded seriously:
"I think it is necessary for me to talk to these people and tell them to endure hardship first, enjoy pleasure later, and purify their ideals."
Good guy, are you planning to "think directly"? Jiang Baimian secretly "tsk".
Ding Ling couldn't understand how Shang Jianyao had such a strong sense of responsibility and initiative, and it had nothing to do with him.
"Uh." She pondered for a moment and said, "It is human nature to pursue a better life, and when they are a little older and have a sense of responsibility, they should get better."
Ding Ling almost said, "We will handle our affairs ourselves, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao looked disappointed.
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In the "Gray Earth Hotel", Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and Gnawa took turns guarding the window, monitoring their own jeeps parked in sight.
"Team leader, they don't know when they will be back......" After Long Yuehong replaced Bai Chen, she whispered to herself and looked outside.
Now that it's summer, the hotel doesn't have an industrial product that wastes energy such as air conditioning, so he feels that standing at the window and blowing the air is more comfortable than staying deep in the room, shrouded in stuffy heat.
As her eyes swept casually, Long Yuehong suddenly saw a strange person.
He was wearing a white-washed "Salvation Army" black uniform, leaning forward slightly, and wearing an off-white deep-bottomed aluminum pot on his head, exposing only the part below his nose.
What group of neuropaths? Long Yuehong quickly recalled the evaluation of similar people and Ding Ling she met when she first entered the city.
What he is now wondering is why such a neurotic disease appeared in the "Gray Earth Hotel".
"Xiao, Xiaobai, Laoge, there is a situation." Long Yuehong quickly turned around and summoned her companions.
He was afraid that he would miss something on his own.
As Bai Chen and Gnawa walked to the window, Long Yuehong found that the neurotic person holding the aluminum pot was walking quite slowly, and this seemed to be because he could only see the area at his feet - this person's aluminum pot was bigger and deeper than the two people the "Old Tune Group" had met before.
As they moved forward, the person holding the aluminum pot came to the jeep of the "Old Tune Group".
Pawn!
He slammed his head on it unguarded, and sat back on the ground dizzy.
Belch...... For some reason, Long Yuehong's mind suddenly appeared in his mind some things called porcelain touching in the old world entertainment materials.
"Do you want to take a look?" Long Yuehong saw that the person wearing the aluminum pot didn't stand up for a while, and asked Bai Chen a little worriedly.
Bai Chen thought for a few seconds and said:
"Yes."
She turned to Gnava and said:
"Lao Ge, you stay here and help us monitor the surrounding situation."
"Okay." Gnava is definitely a reliable partner in this regard.
After getting the answer, Bai Chen lifted his hands, turned out the window, relied on the pipes and protrusions outside, and fell to the ground in two or three strokes.
Since doing the genetic modification project of "Firearms Talent", her reactions, judgment, and coordination have been greatly improved, and she has performed well even when climbing buildings with bare hands, which is not her specialty.
Moreover, this is only on the third floor.
Long Yuehong, who was not wearing a military exoskeleton device, followed Bai Chen slightly tremblingly, and also "rappelled" to the outside of the first floor.
His movements are relatively stiff and not so natural.
Bai Chen turned around, saw this scene, nodded lightly and said:
"I still want to help you."
"It's not too difficult." Long Yuehong unconsciously pulled in his abdomen and chest.
Bai Chen didn't say much, turned around, and walked towards the jeep of his team.
The man wearing the gray and white aluminum pot was still sitting there and did not get up, giving people the feeling that the collision just now caused him to have a concussion.
Long Yuehong squatted down with a slight worry and asked:
"How is it, it's okay, right?"
The man did not answer him.
Long Yuehong raised his head sideways, looked at Bai Chen, pointed to the aluminum pot, and asked with body language if he wanted to take it off to see the status of the target.
Bai Chen nodded slightly, indicating that he could.
She always felt that the group of people called neuropathy by Ding Ling might be hiding some secrets, which were not as absurd and funny as they seemed.
Although the "Old Tune Team" has no idea of interfering in the internal affairs of the "Salvation Army", it is essential to be vigilant.
Long Yuehong no longer hesitated, stretched out his hands, held down the gray-white aluminum pot, and lifted it upwards forcefully.
The sunlight shone on the head that was originally hidden in the aluminum pot.
He was an old man, with messy gray hair, facial skin like bark, and wrinkles were very obvious.
The old man who was panting lightly and his eyes were slightly lacking in focus instantly came back to his senses, subconsciously raised his arm, blocking it in front of his face:
"What are you doing! What are you going to do!
"Are you the harmful spirits sent by the Fallen? Give me back the pot!"
The other party's hurried tone and fierce reaction far exceeded Long Yuehong's expectations, and he put the aluminum pot down again with a little embarrassment.
The old man, who had been protected by the aluminum pot again, gradually regained his calm, reached out and groped the ground, and slowly stood up.
"I'm sorry, we just watched you fall here, worried about something going wrong." Long Yuehong explained apologetically, "I don't know who you mean by the Fallen, we are foreign relic hunters, and we plan to go to the ice field through your 'Salvation Army'."
The old man's waist was quite hard, and although he was old, he did not show rickety:
"It is the outsiders who are more suspicious, so that if I lose protection and are secretly controlled by someone using instruments, the group of fallen people will not be suspected."
Sure enough, he was one of the people who were worried about brain control...... Long Yuehong is completely determined.
Bai Chen took the initiative to change the subject:
"Why do you think that group of fallen people has been secretly controlled by someone using equipment?"
The old man snorted:
"Isn't that obvious?
"Over the years, they have forgotten to save the human beings who have not yet escaped hunger and cold on the gray ground, forgot that everyone is equal, there is no distinction between high and low, forget that everyone has made oaths, do not use the power in their hands to eat more, sleep with other people's daughters-in-law and daughters, forget to restrain their own families, do not let them resell materials, interfere in various affairs, and cause public resentment to boil and the atmosphere is corrupted!
"I scolded them to my face, but they said that I was old and stubborn, my mind was rigid, I didn't know how to adapt, I couldn't see the trend of development, and I was destined to be abandoned by the times."
The old man wearing the aluminum pot took a breath, and his voice raised a little:
"I see, they are the ones who are wrong, they must have been controlled by their brains, so they are willing to fall and forget their original ideals!
"Yes, they must have been brain-controlled!"
(End of this chapter)