hunter rule

"In the 396th year of the Tianqi Calendar, it is June 15th, the day of the summer harvest."

"The Alliance Council, led by the top ten seats, has once again determined the guidelines and policies for the next ten years to deal with the increasingly rampant demons."

"The Morgan family made a high-profile announcement that from now on, they will completely give up running for the top ten seats and completely withdraw from Tianzhao Palace."

"The alliance army is overwhelming, and the monsters in [Split Cave] are retreating steadily!"

"Tianzhao Palace passed the "New Version of the Tax Bill" with the intention of benefiting ordinary people."

"There were riots in two major disaster areas in the Gadling area in early June, and the military has sent professionals to suppress them."

Zhao Guangli looked at the contents of the newspaper and read it carefully.

This "Gadlin Times" is similar to the current affairs commentary newspaper in the previous life. Although it is a newspaper from sixteen years ago, judging from the wording and sentence construction, it is not outdated at all today.

What Zhao Guangli knows even more clearly is that the center of the Sky Drive Alliance is the Alliance Parliament, which lives in the hearts of humans known as the land that will never fall.

Among them, the ten alliance seats are the ten people in the alliance parliament who have real political decision-making power.

They live inside Tianzhao Palace, and their every move affects the direction of the entire Tianxun Alliance.

Shen He raised his head and glanced at Zhao Guangli: "The review of Gadelin Daily is quite good. Because it is not a human-centered publication in nature, it is rare to see articles that follow the trend. At least... I also book a reservation at the post office.

Already."

The beautiful female officer always looks calm and cold when she says anything.

Zhao Guangli thought he was a bit unhuman and cold before, but now he seems to be a bit honest.

There isn't much information in the newspaper, it's all about things that happened sixteen years ago.

The paper of the newspaper is yellowed, accurately showing the color of the years.

"The large-scale application of third-generation military equipment in disaster areas should have been ten years ago. Based on the newspaper in your hand, it can be reasonably speculated that this simple camp has been here for sixteen years."

Zhao Guangli looked at everything in front of him.

I have to say, the quality is really good.

"Then here's the problem."

Zhao Guangli spread his hands and asked, "Where did the original owner of this place go?"

Shen He rummaged around and replied softly: "I don't know."

"The military department loses a large number of professionals every year... There is no way around this. A considerable number of professionals will disappear every year, and the vast majority of the missing will be reported as killed in action."

Shen He said slowly: "Obviously, the owner here must have been reported."

When he said this, Shen He's eyes moved.

"Found it."

At this moment, Shen He used mechanical gloves to find a black box from the corner of the entire simple stronghold.

"By the way...this isn't a black box, is it?"

Zhao Guangli looked at the objects in front of him, a little surprised.

"Have you actually heard of it?"

Shen He's face was indifferent and his voice was also very indifferent: "It is indeed a very dangerous job for soldiers of the military department to go out to explore. It is best to describe it as precarious. Therefore, during enlistment training, there will be

One, how to leave useful clues for those who come after you."

"It is generally made of sealed metal and can store a small amount of information inside. Based on its appearance, we generally call it a black box."

Although this is quite reasonable, Zhao Guangli still has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

At this moment, Shen He held the black box and stood there blankly.

The delicate face looked at the black box in front of her very carefully.

Zhao Guangli also looked at the black box very carefully.

"By the way, Major, what are you doing?"

Zhao Guang left his mouth and asked.

"I'm staring at it."

Shen He's voice appeared softly, slightly deep.

"So, why don't we open it?"

Zhao Guangli was a little helpless.

Shen He shook his head and spread his hands calmly: "In fact, every black box will have a unified secret order according to the original service of its legacy in the disaster area. I have tried the secret order of [Holy Tree Courtyard] just now, and it is Wrong, obviously, the original owner of this black box is not from the same disaster zone as me."

"What should we do?"

"So I'm thinking of a way." Shen He stared at the black box, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Major, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Guangli saw Shen He ready to make a move and had some bad premonitions in his heart.

"I was wondering if I could destroy it...while ensuring the integrity of the contents..."

Shen He said calmly.

Obviously this is not reasonable.

At this moment, Zhao Guangli raised his hand: "Major, I'll do it."

Shen He's eyes shifted and fell on Zhao Guangli.

Zhao Guangli raised his hand, and a pair of gloves seemed to shine even in such black mist.

………………

"A very nice extraordinary item."

Shen He commented as he put the black box aside.

Zhao Guangli's luck was not very good today. Most of his originally small spiritual energy was used up by the fantasy gloves, and there was still some fighting spirit left to support his physical strength.

Zhao Guangli gasped and opened his palms.

Inside the black box, there is a map and a small notebook.

It is said to be a notebook, but from the outside, it looks more like some kind of note.

Shen He opened the map, and there were quite a few stains on it. It still feels sticky and greasy to the touch.

"Map of the Filthy Plains."

The initial handwriting was quite sloppy and a little crooked, but this map was drawn by human hands, even though it looked extremely rough.

"Major, give me a look too."

Zhao Guangli looked over.

"Zhao Guangli."

Shen He seems to talk more now than before: "Now there is good news and bad news."

"I want to hear the bad news first..." Zhao Guangli said subconsciously.

"The good news is we now have a reasonably believable map."

Shen He said naturally.

Zhao Guangli coughed twice and said nothing.

Shen He stared at Zhao Guangli, also silent.

About half a minute passed like this.

"Major, that bad guy..." Zhao Guangli felt helpless, but as expected, he was instantly interrupted from casting a spell.

"The bad news is that according to the description on this map, our location is already absolutely deep in the Great Plains."

No matter what news Shen He was telling, his tone and expression were exactly the same stern.

"The compilers of the map did not follow the same path as us. They came from the other end of the Wanli Plain, and recorded in detail the path that could leave the Wanli Plain."

"Then isn't this also good news?" Zhao Guangli said.

Shen He said expressionlessly: "Not necessarily."

The female officer's appearance at this moment was full of seriousness, just like the expression of a young female student in a postgraduate examination classroom, only adding a bit more seriousness.

"The contents of this military notebook..."

Shen He's voice stopped here.