Embers Ad Infinitum

After Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, they thought about it and said:

"To have a helper, of course we can't ask for it.

"At that time, you can explore yours, we explore ours, and then communicate and share what we gain."

She also doesn’t know what accidents will happen in Icefield Taicheng. It is indeed a good thing to have the “Salvation Army” send strong people to participate and share the risks. Moreover, when investigating the Buddhist sacred land, what the “Old Tune Team” expects is to obtain The truth is not what you get, and the relevant truth is not a secret that must be exclusive.

When there is not much conflict of interest, cooperation can be a direction.

Commissioner Huang nodded:

"I know what you mean.

"We still have to discuss what measures will be taken in the future."

As he said, he took out a box of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it with a lighter, as if he wanted to help thinking.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao didn't bother 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 to pass on to Director Hong. Let's go to the Immigration Department now."

Why is there always a feeling that this guy's EQ is on par with the old one? In other words, the more honest the more annoying? Jiang Baimian muttered inwardly, without speaking.

Ding Ling asked doubtfully:

"What are you talking about?"

"Speaking of Director Hong giving us the pass is playing the piano! This time I will lightly reveal it, not as an example. After that, even if you consider it for your children, you must pay attention to methods and methods, and you must not violate the rules and regulations." Shang Jian Yao's ability to summarize is still quite good.

The only problem is that the source of Hong Guangming's reprimand is their "old-tone 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 the opportunity to say it."

Use a more appropriate way and more appropriate language... Jiang Baimian helped her add in his heart.

It is understandable that people want faces and trees want bark.

Outsiders who seemed afraid that Shang Jian Yao's behavior was different from ordinary people disagreed, Ding Ling looked ahead and sighed:

"Grandpa Hong's many children died in the great development, construction, and rescue in the early days of the new calendar. The only thing left is that he only had in his middle age. The baby is not good.

"It may be a bit spoiled. His youngest son doesn't like to work, and he doesn't want to work hard. This is nothing. Grandpa Hong can still help him arrange a good job, but he doesn't know when he will be with a few committee members. The children get entangled with each other, the red wine produced in the "First City" manor, the latest electronic products imported by the "Orange" company, and the high-end cars of the "United Industries" are all that he can enjoy at his level and position?"

Shang Jianyao nodded solemnly:

"I think it is necessary for me to talk to these people and tell them to endure hardship before, enjoyment afterwards, and to purify their ideals."

Good guy, are you planning to "direct thinking" directly? Jiang Baimian "tsk" secretly.

Ding Ling couldn't understand Shang Jian Yao's strong sense of responsibility and initiative. It had nothing to do with him.

"Uh." She pondered, "It is human nature to pursue a better life. When they are older and have a sense of responsibility, they should be better."

Ding Ling almost said, "We will take care of our affairs, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Okay." Shang Jianyao looked disappointed.

...

In the "Lime Hotel", Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Gnawa took turns guarding by the window, monitoring their own jeep that was stopped in sight.

"Team leader and they don't know when they can come back..." After Long Yuehong replaced Bai Chen, he whispered to himself and looked outside.

It's summer now, and the hotel doesn't have air-conditioning, an industrial product that wastes energy. He feels that standing at the window to blow the air is more comfortable than staying deep in the room and being enveloped by the sultry heat.

While scanning his eyes at random, Long Yuehong suddenly saw a strange person.

He wore a black uniform of the "Salvation Army" that was washed white quickly. He leaned forward slightly, and wore a gray-white deep-bottomed aluminum pot on his head, showing only the part below his nose.

That group of neuroses? Long Yuehong quickly recalled the comments of similar people and Ding Ling he met when he first entered the city.

What he wondered now was why such a neurosis appeared in the "Dust Hotel".

"Xiao, Xiaobai, Old Ge, there is a situation." Long Yuehong quickly turned around and summoned his companions.

He was afraid that he would miss something on his own.

While Bai Chen and Gnawa walked to the window, Long Yuehong found that the neuropathy with the aluminum pan was walking quite slowly, and this seemed to be because he could only see the area near his feet—this man’s aluminum pan was more The two previously encountered by the "Old Tune Group" were bigger and deeper.

As they moved forward, the person wearing the aluminum pan came to the "old-tune group" jeep.

when!

He slammed his head unpreparedly, and sat back on the ground in a daze.

Uh... for some reason, Long Yuehong's mind suddenly came up with some things called "Porcelain" in the old world entertainment materials.

"Would you like to check it out?" Long Yuehong asked Bai Chen worriedly when seeing the person wearing the aluminum pan without standing up for a long time.

Bai Chen thought for a few seconds and said:

"Can."

She turned to Genava:

"Old Ge, you stay here and help us monitor the surrounding situation."

"Good." Gnawa is definitely a trustworthy partner in this regard.

After getting a reply, Bai Chen grabbed his hands and turned out the window, relying on the pipes and protrusions outside, and fell to the ground in twos or twos.

Since working on the genetic modification project "Firearms Talent", her response, judgment, and coordination have been greatly improved.

Moreover, this is only the third floor.

Long Yuehong, who was not wearing a military exoskeleton device, followed Bai Chen tremblingly and "rapidly descending" to the outside of the first floor.

His movements are relatively stiff and not so natural.

Bai Chen turned around, saw this scene, and nodded lightly:

"I still want to help you."

"It's not too difficult." Long Yuehong unconsciously retracted her abdomen and raised her chest.

Bai Chen didn't say much, turned around, and walked to the jeep of his team.

The person wearing the gray aluminum pot still sat there, did not get up, giving people the feeling that the collision just now caused him to knock out a concussion.

Long Yuehong squatted down with a little worry, and asked:

"How about it, is it all right?"

The man did not answer him.

Long Yuehong raised his head to the side, looked at Bai Chen, pointed to the aluminum pot, and asked with his body language whether to take it off and check the status of the target.

Bai Chen nodded slightly, indicating that he could.

She always felt that the group of people who Ding Ling called neuropathy might have hidden some secrets, not as absurd and funny as the surface.

Although the "Old Tune Team" did not have the idea of ​​interfering in the internal affairs of the "Salvation Army", it was indispensable to guard against others.

Long Yuehong no longer hesitated, stretched out his hands, held the gray-white aluminum pot, and lifted it up forcefully.

The sunlight hit the head originally hidden in the aluminum pot.

He is an old man with messy white hair, skin on his face like tree bark, wrinkles are very obvious.

The old man who was panting for breath and whose eyes were slightly lack of focus instantly returned to his senses, and subconsciously raised his arm, blocking his face:

"What are you doing! What are you going to do!

"Are you the evil spirits sent by the fallen group? Return the pot to me!"

The hurried tone and fierce response of the other party far exceeded Long Yuehong’s expectations. com, he was a little embarrassed and put the aluminum pan down again.

The old man, who was protected by the aluminum pot again, gradually recovered his calmness. He stretched out his hand to fumble the ground and slowly stood up.

"Sorry, we just watched you fall here and worried about what went wrong." Long Yuehong explained apologetically, "I don't know who you mean by the fallen. We are alien relic hunters. We plan to Go to the ice field through your'Salvation Army'."

The old man's waist is quite hard, although he is old, he doesn't show rickets:

"It is the outsiders that are more suspicious, so that I lose my protection. After being secretly controlled by a device, the group of fallen people will not be suspected."

Sure enough, it was one of those people who were worried about brain control... Long Yuehong was absolutely sure.

Bai Chen took the initiative to change the subject:

"Why do you think that group of fallen people was secretly controlled by someone using equipment?"

The old man snorted:

"Isn't that obvious yet?

"In these years, they have forgotten that they are going to save the human beings who have not yet been free from hunger and cold on the dust, they have forgotten that all people are equal, there is no difference between high and low, and they have forgotten that everyone has made an oath not to use their power to eat more. Duo Zhan, sleeps with other people's wives and daughters, forgets to restrain their family members, prevents them from reselling supplies and intervening in various affairs, causing popular resentment and a corrupting atmosphere!

"I have scolded them face to face, but they said that I am always stubborn, my mind is rigid, I don't know how to work, I can't see the development trend, and I am destined to be abandoned by the times."

The old man wearing the aluminum pan gasped, his voice raised a little:

"I see, the problem is that they are right. They must be controlled by their brains, so they are so self-willed to fall and forget their original ideals!

"Yes, they must have been brain-controlled!"