Embers Ad Infinitum

This time, "Pangu Biology" responded fairly quickly:

"Get all the items and follow the plan of the'Salvation Army'."

"I said it means I didn't say it." Long Yuehong, who has always been loyal to the company, couldn't help complaining.

To be honest, he didn't expect the company to give substantial help. After all, it was a thousand miles away. Unless the "Pangu Creatures" mastered fantasy technologies such as space folding, curvature navigation, and wormhole shuttles, they could only watch.

Long Yuehong's original hope was that the company could give some information available to the "New World" powerhouses, or let the intelligence personnel lurking in the "Salvation Army" provide some assistance.

As a result, there is nothing!

After changing his mind, he found a good reason for "Pangu Creatures"-the company did not have much information about "New World" powerhouses, and there was no such thing as "Old Tune Team" that could fight against "New World" returnees, and "Salvation" The army is strictly censored, and the company has no intelligence personnel to successfully lurch, or even if it joins the “Salvation Army”, it can only linger on the edge and play no role.

At this time, Long Yuehong heard the rustling sound.

He turned his head and saw Shang Jianyao take out a neatly folded piece of paper.

"This is?" Long Yuehong made a suspicious voice.

Shang Jian Yao returned with a smile:

"Additional preparations."

Other preparations... Jiang Baimian had a vague premonition.

Immediately afterwards, Shang Jianyao unfolded the paper, revealing the various patterns depicted on it.

"The heavens hold the year and bless the map"!

Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Jiang Baimian all fell into silence, and watched Shang Jianyao put the "Picture of the Blessing of the Heavens" on the table, bowed, bowed again, and bowed three times.

"What kind of preparation is this?" the honest Gnawa asked.

"Pray for blessing." Shang Jianyao replied sternly.

You know it's just grind the gun! Jiang Baimian roared in his heart.

However, she is still a little bit looking forward to it:

The "Old Tune Group" has received the attention of many seniors, and they may carry some or a few of them with their bargaining chips. In theory, they will be more or less blessed.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the old-timers are all on the Internet. In that case, if the "old tune group" cannot survive the "Doctor" level and cannot get to the predetermined "place", it will certainly not receive additional help. .

When the merchant saw the "Picture of the Blessings of the Heavens" and put away the paper, Jiang Baimian motioned to Long Yuehong and others to stuff the radio transceiver into the box and install it with a military exoskeleton device. , On the back of the crate of the bionic smart armor, frowned slightly and said:

"I only worry that Commissioner Huang's plan will not achieve its purpose.

"Do you remember the'Assassin'? She is a subordinate of the'Doctor', who is good at hiding herself. Maybe she is hiding somewhere nearby, collecting information for the'Doctor'. By then, we will be sleeping with Wubei. It’s not a secret which team the one of you joins, the'Doctor' can easily lock onto the target without having to gamble."

"As for the abilities and characteristics of that'Assassin' and the corresponding cost, we told Committee Member Huang that he should be on guard." Bai Chen is not too worried about this. "The Salvation Army should have a way and the ability to circumvent this. spy."

The price of the "Assassin" was symmetric obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Yes, yes." Long Yuehong quickly agreed.

Jiang Baimian nodded gently:

"Too.

"I can remind Committee Member Huang later."

The "old tune group" who had been prepared for a long time quickly packed up their belongings and was behind them. They planned to wait a while to go downstairs, go straight to the jeep, stuff all the things in, and then follow the arrangements of Commissioner Huang and mix in with them. Mali, leaving Wubei along the Yuelin River.

It didn't take long for them to hear a huge and noisy click.

Jiang Baimian looked up and saw seven or eight dark black armed helicopters flying over from far to near.

They landed one after another in the empty parking lot of the "Lime Hotel".

"That's it..." Jiang Baimian's heart moved, and he probably understood Committee Huang's strategy.

These helicopters had their logos obliterated, and there was almost no difference in appearance. After several teams went up separately, as soon as they flew into the air and interspersed back and forth, the "Assassins" on the ground could not distinguish between the "old tune group" and the Uganda. Which helicopter was the sleeping Beibei on?

She can't follow a car behind a helicopter. This is a speed limit and also a problem of altitude.

Moreover, the space of the helicopter is limited. After being filled with personnel and equipment, there is no way to squeeze an "invisible person", which eliminates the possibility of the opponent mixing into the correct team.

Well, the "Assassin" can also hold the landing gear of the helicopter and then ascend into the air, but Committee Member Huang should prevent this... Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief and said to several team members:

"Okay, let's go down.

"It seems we have to say goodbye to our jeep for a while."

Obviously, the "Old Tune Team" will be evacuated by one of the helicopters. When they reach a safe zone, their jeep will be brought over by the "Salvation Army" to meet up.

"Yes, team leader!" Shang Jianyao and others responded in unison.

Then, they followed Jiang Baimian, carrying a tactical backpack and different crates, and went out of the door, down the stairs to the ground floor.

At this moment, there are already a lot of trolleys in the parking lot of the "Lime Hotel". Hundreds of "Salvation Army" soldiers wearing black uniforms are standing in an orderly manner and standing near the back door of the hotel.

In addition to them, there are a similar number of administrative officials and staff in blue, stiff clothes.

Jiang Baimian glanced around and saw two acquaintances, one was Hong Guangming, director of the Ubei Immigration Department, and the other was Shen Kang, the hotel manager.

These people are not so neatly standing, with different expressions, which is indescribable.

"Director Hong, why did Commissioner Huang suddenly let us gather here?" Shen Kang asked Hong Guangming while suppressing his voice.

In his opinion, Director Hong is an old subordinate of Commissioner Huang and should know a little bit of inside information.

Hong Guangming, who is less than 1.7 meters tall and whose left arm and right leg have received mechanical and electronic transformation, touched his sparse gray hair, and replied with a bad temper:

"You ask me, who shall I ask?"

Shen Kang is still anxious:

"Isn't it to check us? Follow the big troops without any problem, and act as cannon fodder if there are problems..."

Hong Guangming turned around, glaring at Shen Kangdao:

"What's the problem? What can be the problem?

"Everything here is made by us in one shot. What's the problem with getting more benefits? Gu

"Save all mankind? Who still believes in this these years? It's just shouting slogans! Look at the people above, most of them don't believe them. Everyone can see how their children are doing!"

Shen Kang looked at the left arm and right leg of Hong Guangming's mechatronics, did not dare to respond, and could only mutter in his heart:

Didn't you believe it so hard at the beginning?

During the conversation between the two, Commissioner Huang took the staff and security guards around him onto the steps.

To the young soldiers in black uniforms and the blue government officials, he said in an unusually loud voice:

"Everyone, now there is an arduous task to pick people from among you.

"This task is very dangerous, but please rest assured, I will personally participate!"

Seeing a pair of eyes looking at him, Commissioner Huang nodded and added with a serious expression:

"I can't deceive you. According to our'Salvation Army' tradition, similar tasks must be clearly explained in advance.

"Among them, I can't talk about the secrecy regulations, I can only tell you that this task is of great importance and will affect the foundation of our'Salvation Army', and its degree of danger is..."

Having said that, Commissioner Huang paused for a while and said:

"Ten dead but no life!"

He didn't mention that only two or three of them are like this, and others have the possibility of surviving. After all, no one can say which two or three teams will be destroyed.

Hearing ten deaths and no lives, the entire parking lot was suddenly in an uproar.

Those "Salvation Army" soldiers who had been well-disciplined had expressions of panic and fear on their young faces.

They are willing to accept orders and fight with the enemy, but it does not mean that they will not be afraid or want to retreat when facing a mortal mission.

The government officials who have been out of the frontline fighting for many years or have never experienced this are even more embarrassed. They have turned their attention to those fighters, as if saying that this is your business, don't involve us.

Commissioner Huang's gaze swept across the faces, and he sighed silently:

"This time, we are voluntary, and those who are willing to stand up will be rewarded in accordance with the highest specifications, and your family will also receive corresponding preferential treatment.

"Well, if you are willing to participate in this mission, go to the left!"

The entire parking lot suddenly fell into a dead silence. Many people looked at me and looked at you, but their legs were weak and it was difficult to take that step.

After dozens of seconds, only a few people showed their willingness to join.

At this moment, someone shouted:

"Old Huang, don't embarrass these young children, leave it to us who are immortal!"

Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others walked around and saw 20 or 30 people wearing aluminum pots of different styles walking into the parking lot.

The leader was Zhang, who was in the uniform of the "Salvation Army", washed to a whitish level.

Lao Zhang walked to the front of the team step by step and turned to Commissioner Huang.

Then, he took off the aluminum pot on his head, revealing his wrinkled head with white hair.

He looked at Commissioner Huang and laughed at himself:

"Many people think that old guys like us are conservative, stubborn, rigid, and have psychological problems. They wish we could die soon. Now it's just as they wished to use the remaining heat."

After speaking, Old Zhang made a serious expression and said with his feet together:

"Head Huang, Zhang Wangyuan from the Second Camp is here!"

Following him, the veterans of the "Salvation Army" wearing aluminum pans successively removed the aluminum pans that blocked their eyes and "protected" their heads~www.readwn.com~ each straightened their bodies and shouted loudly. road:

"Leader Huang, Liu Ming from the regiment department report!"

"Head Huang, three battalions and four consecutive Zhou Kaiqi report!"

...

Standing in the ranks of government officials, Hong Guangming looked at the familiar faces, his expression suddenly became quite trance.

He seemed to have gone back to the beginning, back to the age when the blood was still burning.

Commissioner Huang was also in a trance for a moment, and then nodded with emotion.

His already stiff body became more and more straight, his feet retracted, and his legs came together.

Seeing this scene, Hong Guangming buzzed in his mind, only to feel that there was blood in his heart that could no longer be suppressed.

He limped out of the team, and solemnly saluted Commissioner Huang:

"Head Huang, the second battalion has Hong Guangming report!"

Commissioner Huang exhaled in relief, then stretched out his right hand with a solemn expression and pressed it to his left chest.

Then, he looked around and shouted loudly:

"For all mankind!"

Zhang Lao, Hong Guangming and others followed up with their right hands, pressed their chests to the left, and responded in unison with the most solemn and pious attitude:

"For all mankind!"

The young "Salvation Army" soldiers and the government officials watched this scene blankly, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

At this moment, at the feet of Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a black windbreaker and black sunglasses, a small speaker with a blue background and a black face sang hoarsely:

"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness

"I don't want to live underground all the time

"Material scam

"Hurrying Ant

"A person who has no ideals is not sad

"He is not sad!" (Note 1)

Note 1: Quoted from "He who does not have ideals is not sad", New Pants Band