Embers Ad Infinitum

Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there and was startled and said:

"You're not here to catch us, are you?"

After all, it can be used to exchange money or even hostages with "Prime City".

As a wanted criminal, he still has some self-consciousness and psychological pressure.

"It's not like that." Bai Chen shook his head, "Their direction should be towards the center of Wubei City."

The "Gray Earth Hotel" where the "Old Tune Group" currently lives is located on the edge of the city.

"Perhaps he is playing hard to get, and then he will kill someone with a counterattack." Shang Jianyao began to show his rich imagination.

The honest Gnawa denied his guess:

"It's better to say that they are just a cover to attract our attention, and there is an elite team secretly carrying out the arrest mission."

Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands:

"As expected of the former mayor of Tarnan, he is indeed more thoughtful than I thought!

"Your method is indeed more effective and practical."

He always admits when he is wrong and praises when he is praised.

Jiang Baimian stretched out his right hand to cover his face:

"Can't you think of something better? You have to blame it on yourself!

"We haven't done anything bad at the Salvation Army. Well, we've done nothing bad, yet we kindly share information with them for free. Why are we being targeted?"

"Bounty!" Honest Shang Jianyao gave a reason.

The timid but cautious Shang Jianyao added:

"equipment!"

Shang Jianyao, who loves to joke, is responsible for finishing:

"Beauty!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Jiang Baimian gritted his teeth.

While chatting casually, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian turned their attention to 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 hundred thousand words of the story - derived from Gnawa's hypothesis and the current situation.

"Hotel manager, the one you met just now has something to report." The man outside the door responded quickly.

Jiang Baimian winked at Shang Jianyao and asked him to open the door and act accordingly.

Jiang Baimian didn't know whether her eyes expressed the latter meaning, but it didn't matter. She felt that with Feed's enthusiasm and the nature of many dramas, she would do that.

Shang Jianyao bent his back, like a cheetah ready to go, and walked to the door step by step.

He quickly opened the door and found that outside was indeed the hotel manager he had met in the lobby before, an ordinary middle-aged man with a slight bald head.

"What notification?" Shang Jianyao looked disappointed and his tone was cold.

The hotel manager cleared his throat and said:

"That's it. From now on, Wubei has entered a state of martial law. You cannot leave the hotel unless you get permission from the management committee."

The "Wubei Management Committee" is a subordinate organization of the "Wubei Materials Coordination Committee" and is mainly responsible for the administrative management of this core city and the registration of outsiders.

Because they had previously observed the situation, several members of the "old tune team" were not so surprised by this sudden incident and felt that it was reasonable.

Jiang Baimian asked curiously:

"Why did martial law suddenly begin? What happened?"

"You don't have to..." As soon as the hotel manager said these words, he saw Jiang Baimian walking over and handing over two bills.

They are made of red plastic and the top one says:

"10 pounds of pork."

The hotel manager was startled at first, then a smile gradually appeared on his face:

"Since you have the pass and it was received by a captain-level warrior, it doesn't matter if I tell you."

As he spoke, he took the two pork tickets, checked them skillfully, and put them in his pocket.

"That's it." He subconsciously used the mantra, "Before, some important military supplies were lost in a secret base of our Salvation Army. Now there is intelligence that they have flowed into the underground market in Wubei, and these military supplies If improperly stored, it can cause devastating harm to humans in a large area around it.

"In order to avoid this situation, our 'Material Coordination Committee' in Wubei has declared martial law from now on, and mobilized troops stationed outside the city to take charge, striving to find those dangerous items as soon as possible and lift the alarm."

After all, after receiving the meat ticket corresponding to 20 kilograms of pork from the other party, the hotel manager knew everything and said everything, and he was quite honest.

Long Yuehong hissed secretly.

This problem sounds a bit serious!

If something goes wrong with those military supplies and they happen to be near this hotel, wouldn't it mean that the city gate was on fire and Chi Yu was affected?

Jiang Baimian nodded with a solemn expression:

“This does require martial law.

"Hmm...will this affect us?"

Seeing the hotel manager's wary gaze, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

"As you know, we brought some supplies and exchanged some bills. If we encounter a search, we will inevitably suffer some losses."

In fact, the important thing is not these, but the three military exoskeleton devices and two bionic smart armors.

At that time, Shang Jianyao may be sent to "exchange".

"No, no." The hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief, "We, the soldiers of the Salvation Army, would not do such an unflattering thing."

Shang Jianyao showed a pleased expression.

The hotel manager added:

"As for officials, there are other ways to do it, and they don't look down on your material resources.

"Besides, the date on the pass shows that you just entered the city today. It must have nothing to do with the military supplies that were lost before. No one will be sent to search you."

"That's it, that's it." Jiang Baimian did not hide his emotional changes.

The same was true for Shang Jianyao, but he changed from happy to disappointed.

At this time, Jiang Baimian looked around and lowered his voice:

"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.

"We didn't notice this." The hotel manager said that he also wanted to know.

This made them all fearful.

He then pointed to the door:

"I'm going to inform other guests. Hey, I need to be informed in person, not over the phone."

As an external venue, every room of the "Huitu Hotel" has a landline installed.

Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and asked curiously:

"Are there many people coming from outside your sphere of influence?"

"There are still quite a few." The hotel manager answered truthfully, "Some of them are cross-border trade merchants. Although our 'Salvation Army' has rebuilt the industrial system, due to resource and technology issues, there are still many problems." There are few shortcomings, which need to be imported, such as coal, robotic arms, some electronic equipment, solar charging panels, high-performance batteries, etc., and some are relic hunters who want to officially settle 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 Coordination 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. The pass rate is quite high.

"However, it is impossible for you to be assigned a job in the past three years. You must support yourself. Most of these people choose to continue to be ruin hunters."

"Didn't you say that you should save as much as possible if you can?" Shang Jianyao felt a little lost again.

"This is all old history!" The hotel manager laughed, "Resources are limited."

Bai Chen, who had been listening quietly, asked a question:

"Are the city ruins and various relics within the territory of your Salvation Army open to outsiders?"

Is this too generous?

This is a public place, and the hotel manager can be said to be well-informed. He heard this and said with a smile:

"A large part of it is outside our actual control area, and the corresponding resources are not enough for us to dispatch troops to guard it. You have come from the 'First City' and you should have seen many similar situations."

This is the norm on earth.

As powerful as the "Salvation Army", it can currently only control various settlements along the restored roads and part of the surrounding areas.

Seeing Xue Shiyue and others nodding, the hotel manager continued:

“There are still some parts within the actual control area, but resources are scarce and there is no need for large-scale exploration and collection. It is a better choice to leave it to the ruins hunters.

"Haha, most of the things they recovered were traded to us ordinary people. Our 'Salvation Army' can only ensure that everyone has food to eat, a place to live, a quilt to cover them in winter, and clothes to wear. Many Due to the lack of resources and the different tilt directions of the production center of gravity, the items cannot be manufactured, or the quantity produced is very small and cannot meet the demand. It has to be made up by the harvest of the ruin hunters. My family now has three umbrellas, and all three are Bought from them.

"For them, officially becoming a member of us means stability. They don't have to worry about finding food and shelter this winter. There may be nothing next winter."

It is enough to have stable food, shelter and clothing. This is the dream of many wilderness wanderers... Jiang Baimian did not ask anything else and watched the hotel manager leave the room.

She then sighed to the group members:

"Let me just say, in the dusty world, if you don't cause trouble, trouble will come to you.

"If we were unlucky and happened to be near that batch of lost military supplies, we might have died without even knowing how!"

So we have to keep moving forward with fear until the dawn comes in this long night.

Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and others deeply agreed with this.

As expected by the hotel manager, the "old tune team" was not raided, and the night went smoothly until dawn.

Not long after they briefly ate the yellow steamed buns provided by the hotel, Ding Ling appeared again.

This group of people was more dangerous, and she was the one who brought them, so she had to start and end well until they left Wubei.

Before she could speak, Shang Jianyao took the initiative and asked:

"What on earth is that batch of military supplies that can actually put the entire city under martial law?"

Ding Ling glanced at the closed door, hesitated for a moment, and said after careful consideration:

"It looks like a nuclear warhead."

"..." Jiang Baimian didn't know how to respond.