Embers Ad Infinitum

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, considered it and said:

“Of course we would love to have help.

"When the time comes, you can explore yours, we can explore ours, and we will communicate and share what we have learned."

She didn't know what kind of accident she would encounter in Icefield Taicheng. It was indeed a good thing to have the "Salvation Army" send strong people to participate and share the risks. Moreover, when investigating the Buddhist holy land, the "Old Tune Team" expected to obtain The truth is not about the items obtained, and the relevant truth is not a secret that must be kept exclusively.

When there is no major conflict of interest, cooperation is one way to go.

Commissioner Huang nodded:

"I understand what you mean.

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

As he spoke, he took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter, as if to help him think.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao did not disturb him, opened the door themselves and walked out.

After retrieving the weapon and getting on the mountain bike, Shang Jianyao said to Ding Ling very actively:

"Commissioner Huang asked us to convey something to Director Hong. Let's go to the Immigration Department now."

Why does it always feel like this guy’s emotional intelligence is on par with Lao Ge’s? In other words, the more honest you are, the more annoying you are? Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart but did not speak.

Ding Ling asked in confusion:

"What words?"

"It's nonsense to say that Director Hong gave us a pass! I did it lightly this time and won't do it next time. From now on, even if we consider the children, we must pay attention to the methods and methods and 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 to me. I will find an opportunity to talk about it."

Use a more appropriate way and more appropriate language... Jiang Baimian added in his mind for her.

People want face and trees want bark, which is completely understandable.

As if afraid that Shang Jianyao, an outsider whose behavior was different from ordinary people, would disagree, Ding Ling looked forward and sighed:

"Several of Grandpa Hong's children died in the great development, great construction, and great salvation in the early New Year period. The only one left was the one he only had in his middle age. The precious one is not good.

"Maybe he's a little spoiled. His youngest son doesn't like to work and doesn't want to work in a hard position. That's okay. Grandpa Hong can still help him find a good job, but he didn't know when he had a relationship with several committee members. The child is involved in the process, always enjoying the red wine produced by the 'First City' manor, the latest electronic products imported by the 'Orange' company, and the high-end cars of 'United Industries'. How can this be enjoyed by his level and position?"

Shang Jianyao nodded seriously:

"I think it is necessary for me to talk to these people and tell them to endure hardship first and enjoy themselves last, and to purify their ideals."

Good guy, is this going to be a direct "thought guidance"? Jiang Baimian secretly "tsk".

Ding Ling couldn't understand why Shang Jianyao had such a strong sense of responsibility and initiative, and it had nothing to do with him.

"Well." She pondered for a moment and said, "It is human nature to pursue a better life. When they get older and have a sense of responsibility, things should get better."

Ding Ling just said, "We will handle our affairs ourselves, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Okay." Shang Jianyao looked disappointed.

…………

In the "Huitu Hotel", Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and Gnawa took turns guarding the window, monitoring their own jeep parked in sight.

"Team leader and the others don't know when they will be back..." Long Yuehong muttered to herself after replacing Bai Chen and looked outside.

It's summer now, and the hotel doesn't have energy-wasting industrial products like air conditioners. He feels that standing at the window and blowing in the air is more comfortable than staying deep in the room and being shrouded in stuffy heat.

As his eyes swept randomly, Long Yuehong suddenly saw a strange person.

He was wearing a black Salvation Army uniform that was almost turning white. He leaned slightly forward and wore a gray-white deep-bottomed aluminum pot on his head, with only the part below his nose exposed.

Those psychos? Long Yuehong quickly recalled the similar people she met when she first entered the city and Ding Ling's comments.

What he was wondering now was why such a lunatic appeared in the "Gray Earth Hotel".

"Xiao, Xiaobai, Lao Ge, there's a situation." Long Yuehong quickly turned around and summoned her companions.

He was afraid that he would miss something if he relied solely on himself.

While Bai Chen and Gennava walked towards the window, Long Yuehong noticed that the lunatic holding the aluminum pot was moving very slowly, and this seemed to be because he could only see the area at his feet - the person's aluminum pot. Larger and deeper than the two previously encountered by the "Old Tune Team".

While moving forward, the man carrying the aluminum pot came to the jeep of the "Old Tune Group".

when!

He bumped into it without warning, and sat back on the ground in a daze.

Uh... For some reason, something called porcelain in the old world entertainment materials suddenly appeared in Long Yuehong's mind.

"Would you like to take a look?" Long Yuehong asked Bai Chen worriedly when she saw that the man wearing the aluminum pot didn't stand up for a while.

Bai Chen thought for a few seconds and said:

"Can."

She turned to Gnawa:

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

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

After getting the answer, Bai Chen used his hands to climb out of the window, relying on the pipes and protruding parts outside, and fell to the ground in twos and twos.

Since undergoing the "Firearm Talent" genetic modification project, her reaction, judgment, and coordination have been greatly improved, and she performs well even in climbing buildings with bare hands, which is not her specialty.

Moreover, this is only the third floor.

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

His movements are relatively stiff and not so natural.

Bai Chen turned around, saw this scene, nodded gently and said:

"I still want to help you."

"This is not too difficult." Long Yuehong unconsciously tightened her abdomen and lifted her chest.

Bai Chen didn't say much, turned around and walked towards his team's jeep.

The man wearing the gray aluminum pot was still sitting there without getting up, giving people the impression that the collision just now gave him a concussion.

Long Yuehong squatted down slightly worriedly and asked:

"How's it going? It's nothing serious, right?"

The man didn't answer him.

Long Yuehong raised her head, looked at Bai Chen, pointed at the aluminum pot, and used body language to ask if she wanted to take it off and check the status of the target.

Bai Chen nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay.

She always felt that the group of people Ding Ling called psychopaths might be hiding some secrets, which were not as absurd and funny as they appeared.

Although the "Old Tune Team" has no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of the "Salvation Army", it must be on guard against others.

Long Yuehong no longer hesitated, stretched out her hands, held down the gray-white aluminum pot, and lifted it up with force.

The sun suddenly hit the head that was originally hidden in the aluminum pot.

He was an old man with messy white hair, and his facial skin looked like tree bark, with obvious wrinkles.

The old man, who was panting slightly and his eyes were slightly out of focus, came to his senses instantly and subconsciously raised his arms to cover his face:

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

"Are you the pests sent by those degenerates? Return the pot to me quickly!"

The other party's hurried tone and fierce reaction were far beyond Long Yuehong's expectations. He was a little embarrassed and put the aluminum pot back down again.

The old man, who was protected by the aluminum pot again, gradually regained his composure, stretched out his hand to touch the ground, and slowly stood up.

"I'm sorry, we just watched you fall here and were worried about what might go wrong." Long Yuehong explained apologetically, "I don't know who the fallen ones you are talking about are referring to. We are relic hunters from outside. We are going to Use your Salvation Army to go to the ice field."

The old man's back was quite strong. Although he was old, he was not rickety:

"It is outsiders who are more suspicious. In this way, after I lose my protection and am secretly controlled by someone using equipment, those degenerates will not be suspected."

As expected, he was one of those people who were worried about brain control... Long Yuehong was completely convinced.

Bai Chen took the initiative to change the topic:

"Why do you think those people are degenerates, secretly controlled by someone using instruments?"

The old man snorted:

"Isn't it obvious?

"In these years, they have forgotten to save the human beings on the dusty earth who have not yet escaped hunger and cold. They have forgotten that all people are equal and there is no distinction between high and low. They have forgotten that everyone has made an oath not to use the power in their hands to eat more. They occupy too much, sleep with other people's wives and daughters, forget to restrain their own family members, prevent them from reselling supplies, and interfere in various affairs, causing public dissatisfaction and corrupting morals!

"I scolded them in person, but they said that I was stubborn, had a rigid brain, didn't know how to adapt, couldn't see the trend of development, and was destined to be abandoned by the times."

The old man wearing an aluminum pot took a breath and raised his voice a little:

"I see, they are the ones who have the problem. They must have been brain-controlled, so they have let themselves down and forgotten their original ideals!

"Yes, they must be mind-controlled!"