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"He was caught." As the sapphire blue jeep turned, Shang Jianyao also saw the situation 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 wet my shoes? He walks out the sheriff from time to time and engages in performance art. Sooner or later, he will overturn the car. Well, there are still a lot of strong people in the'Hand of Order', and they have good abilities. "

In this regard, Bai Chen deeply agrees:

"Last time I thought he was doing a one-leg dance on the edge of a cliff. One or two times may be fine, but a few more times will definitely cause problems.

"The main question now is, how will the'Behavioral Order' react."

"Come to a grand and diverse exhibition of'Performance Art'." Shang Jianyao gave his own guess with a serious expression on his face.

When he said so, Long Yuehong's thoughts suddenly couldn't stop the car.

Images similar to streaking, eating shit, and walking upside down appeared in his mind.

With such a passion for performance art, how does this cult guarantee its survival? From this perspective, Long Yuehong intuitively believes that the "behavior cult" is definitely not simple.

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"Regardless of the reaction of the'Behavioral Order', this matter will not end so easily.

"I hope that a large number of them can be involved, and the contradiction can be completely intensified."

Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian was taken aback:

"Maybe Dimis has been walking the sheriff and engaging in performance art for this purpose...

"This may not be his own will, but someone has taken advantage of his hobbies and habits."

What Jiang Baimian means is that there are also people who are trying to intensify conflicts.

For the "old tune group", this is a change worth looking forward to.

Fish can only be fished in troubled waters.

Jeep circled for more than half a circle, once again arrived at the area around Antana Street, and found the safe house that Han Wanghuo had secretly prepared.

This is located on the second floor of an old apartment. The front building has a bathroom open, and there are other houses on both sides and back, which are also dominated by residents.

At this time, the sky was dark and night was coming, 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 Han Wanghuo prepared was not large, with only one bedroom, the living room and the kitchen coexisted, and a narrow bathroom was barely separated.

Compared with the meeting when he first arrived on the surface, Long Yuehong now has rich experience. Although Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao did not warn, he still pressed his right hand to his waist before entering the room, always ready. To dodge and counterattack.

The room was slightly damp and there was nothing unusual.

Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his hand to the wall beside the door, and pressed the switch.

Snapped.

No light came on, only the dim glow outside the window and the flashlight in Shang Jianyao's hand illuminate the outline of the room.

"The power went out?" Long Yuehong was not too surprised to mutter to himself.

This is a frequent occurrence in the Green Olive District.

Power outages and water outages are life experiences that every resident here cannot escape.

Jiang Baimian, who was walking at the back of the team, looked around and pointed outside:

"There is electricity."

She was referring to the right door.

You can see that a yellowish light overflows from the bottom of the wooden door.

"It doesn't make sense that the same building is the only power outage..." Long Yuehong expressed puzzlement.

Bai Chen glanced at him and said calmly:

"I have to pay the electricity bill."

"..." Long Yuehong was taken aback for a moment, and then felt that this might be the truth.

After Han Wanghuo secretly rented this room, in order to ensure concealment and safety, he would definitely seldom come, and the arrears of electricity bills are completely understandable.

"That's right." Long Yuehong looked back at Bai Chen, "But, you seem pretty sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shang Jianyao, who was in charge of opening the door, pointing to the ground.

Looking around, Long Yuehong found several pieces of paper.

Under the shining of the flashlight in Shang Jianyao's hand, Long Yuehong read out the name of one of them:

"Notice of Electricity Payment"

"Also notice?" Jiang Baimian said amusedly as he closed the door casually.

You know, the residents of Green Olive District are illiterate, but the majority.

"Usually, it is called for payment. If no talent is found for a long time, a notice of arrears will be given." Bai Chen briefly explained.

As for whether the other party can understand it, that is not something the power sector needs to consider.

Jiang Baimian nodded gently:

"At this point, where can I go to pay the electricity bill?"

Uh... this question caused Long Yuehong to suddenly feel a sense of indescribable absurdity.

My team did a lot of important things some time ago, and was offered a reward of more than hundreds of thousands of Ole, and also drove a bandit group to attack the regular army of the "primary city", but now they are discussing how to pay the electricity bills they owe.

"It's tomorrow." Bai Chen gave the answer.

Jiang Baimian thought about it, and said to Shang:

"Go and reconnect the circuit with Xiaohong, and get a call from the public network.

"living comfortably without anybody's help!"

This is not inside the company. Jiang Baimian is not ashamed when it comes to stealing electricity.

Anyway, they did not pass the cost on to the civilians around, and they will pay the electricity bills they owe tomorrow.

As a human being, one must know how to be flexible, or else how to perform tasks?

After Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were busy, the incandescent lamp in the room finally turned on.

The sky outside was getting darker, and the rain continued to fall.

"There is no need to go to the streets to find food, just make do with it yourself." Jiang Baimian glanced at the scene outside the window and made suggestions.

Shang Jian Yao and others naturally have no opinion.

They brought a few cans of meat, a few packages of instant noodles and a few packages of dehydrated vegetables from the trunk of the Jeep, and set up the dinner with the induction cooker.

——In the beginning, there were many hunters in the city’s relics, and there were also many troops who went out to perform tasks. There was a market for similar convenience foods, forming a complete industrial chain, and the "old tune team" was a team with rich experience in survival in the wild, no matter when , Will ensure that they have a batch of easy-to-storage food in hand.

The instant noodles with big chunks of beef and delicious, dotted with many vegetables are cooked quickly, and the rich and strange aroma floats in the whole room.

Because there were only two stools beside the dining table, Shang Jian Yao filled the food with the lunch box, walked to the window, huffed and ate, and looked outside.

Long Yuehong followed his example and came to the window.

He ate a piece of beef, drank a sip of noodle soup, and cast his eyes out of the window.

In the flooding rain, in the deep and hazy darkness, the windows of each house revealed yellowish lights that were rendered outward.

Against the background of the lights, there are a group of people moving, wiping their heads, or having a meal, or holding a child, or cuddling with each other.

On the street outside the house, there are still many pedestrians hurriedly passing by, some of them are holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, and some can only keep their heads low and cover them with their hands.

These pedestrians turn into a certain house from time to time, and always pick up their own figure and complain.

For some reason, Long Yuehong suddenly felt peaceful and warm.

After a long silence, he said to himself:

"We are looking forward to the initial turmoil in the city, isn't it not so good?"

This will destroy the lives and future of many, many people.

Jiang Baimian put down the lunch box, stood up, walked to the window, and said sternly:

"This is not something we don't expect that won't happen."

Bai Chen swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth and glanced sideways at Long Yuehong:

"Even if there is no turmoil, the future of many people here will be at most two or three years, or shorter."

Antana Street is very close to the factory area.

This sentence ruthlessly shattered Long Yuehong's feelings.

Shang Jianyao also looked at Long Yuehong and said solemnly:

"The'First City' cannot save all mankind."

"..." Long Yuehong was speechless.

Jiang Baimian made a round in time:

"Hurry up, the noodles are almost swelling."

"Hmm." Long Yuehong quickly turned her attention to the lunch box in her hand.

When the "old tune group" was full and drunk, they took out the radio transceiver again to see if the company had any new instructions.

At the appointed time, the call back from "Pangu Biology" arrived as scheduled.

This time there is more content than usual. Jiang Baimian dictated a paragraph after translating a paragraph:

"The company praised our idea of ​​grouping ~ www.readwn.com~ to let the team in the North Shore Wasteland focus on intelligence gathering, and let the team returning to the original city try and try to accept'Garibaldi'..."

Ah? Isn't this the company's intelligence officer? Long Yuehong quickly recalled who "Garibaldi" was.

Bai Chen frowned and asked:

"Is he caught? No, if he is caught, it should be rescue, not response."

Jiang Baimian nodded and continued to decode:

"After being notified by the company,'Garibaldi' didn't have time to start the plan, so he could only rely on the enemy's key to hide directly in the opponent's house.

"He was afraid of being discovered. He only steals a small amount of food and water every day. Now, he is almost out of food and can't hold it anymore.

"Well, his enemy is called Old K."

After hearing this, Shang Jianyao praised "Garibaldi" with admiration:

"very creative."