Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

‘Rumbling…Crack~’

Lightning and thunder, heavy rain poured, heavy rain seemed to flow backwards, and it had been falling for three consecutive days.

On this brightly lit night, it seems so uneasy because of the majestic thunderstorm and the faint cry for help.

On the main road leading to the city, one car after another, loaded with supplies and survivors, which added a little panic to this already uneasy night.

"……team leader……"

In a huge truck running towards the city, Lin Bei sat behind the driver's seat, looking seriously at the terrifying sky outside the window, with a full solemn expression.

“…It’s not a good weather today…”

“…nonsense, when will the weather be better?”

Han Zi'ang was nervously driving the truck. In the passenger seat, Wang Xuebin frowned, his eyes were fixed on his personal terminal, and he kept slashing back and forth in his hand.

This familiar movement and familiar atmosphere made Lin Bei feel like he was back to the time when the team sacrificed their lives to carry out the mission twenty years ago.

I still remember that the weather was always so extreme at that time, far from being comparable to the "stability period" after the earth's rotation orbital rules in the past decade...

"...Captain King, where are we going now and what is the mission?"

"...The comprehensive task is to rescue and evacuate the masses, and there are no specific sub-tasks, which means that we can currently play freely..."

“Free play?”

Behind the driver's seat, Lin Bei stood up in confusion, held the handrail of the roof of the car and came behind the passenger seat, and looked at Wang Xuebin's personal terminal.

"...No, without specific mission command, wouldn't the camp be blown up?"

Lin Bei is also an experienced character. He has experienced countless rescue operations and has also encountered problems during rescue. He can naturally tell the problem.

“…Not everyone can play freely, but our team can play freely!

One of the conditions for me to disband the special rescue team was to be able to control the sub-tasks of Lao Han and me freely. I was to prevent revenge, but I didn’t expect to use this here!”

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Lin Bei looked at Han Zi'ang in surprise. Seeing that Han Zi'ang also looked surprised, he slowly turned around.

“…retaliation?

Isn’t it…we have such a bad relationship with the United Military Government?”

In the car, Lin Bei was very surprised.

After all, he has been away from the rescue team for almost twenty years, and he often pays attention to the situation of the team.

However, since the confidentiality level of the team's mission situation has increased, it has been difficult for him to understand the current situation of the team through public channels.

"...Okay, it's not your business. Since this vortex has gone out, don't step back. Don't forget that you are already a wife and children..."

In the driving seat, Han Zi'ang couldn't help but look blank, shook his head, and said nothing. Wang Xuebin, who was beside him, put down the personal terminal in his hand and said lightly:

"...Old Han, No. 2 secret supply point, go to get the right equipment first, and then... to save people, how much can you save, but consider your own safety first..."

"yes!"

On the side, Han Ziang, who heard the order, had a solemn look and his wrist moved slightly. In an instant, the body of the car made a 90-degree turn and drove towards a nearby suburb.

Looking down from the dim sky, a huge truck escaped from the majestic torrent. The lights emitted from the car body looked extremely faint under the heavy rain.

...

“…The living area is there, the right rudder is full!"

In the wind and rain, the three of them were wearing large raincoats, sitting on a large kayak with a ceiling, operating the propeller, and walking fearlessly in the wind and rain.

The bright red light kept flashing on the kayak, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a harsh alarm sound, which was particularly conspicuous even in the wind and waves.

"...I'll go, captain, Lao Han, what's the matter? When did our team get a secret supply office and get the second one, which means more than one?"

At the window on the side of the kayak, Wang Xuebin was holding a life detection device in his hand and patrolling back and forth. He heard the sound of coming up behind him, frowned and turned his head to take a look.

"...Sit down and fasten your seat belt! I'll tell you, if you are rolled out this day, don't expect me to go there... Lao Han, at one o'clock, eight hundred meters!"

After being scolded, Lin Bei didn't care. He latched the safety belt to the safety lock of the kayak, and turned around to Han Zi'ang who was concentrating on driving the boat.

"...Old Han, let me tell you... When did it happen? I remember when our brothers worked hard together, there was no such a secret supply point!

Good guy, I also parked a multi-purpose transport vehicle, which is not cheaper than an armored vehicle..."

Han Zi'ang, who was busy manipulating the kayak forward, waved his hands irritably when he heard Lin Bei's muttering.

"...I haven't seen you for a few years, why have you become so poor, a lot of nonsense!

If you are idle, please help quickly. If you can’t help, just squat on the side. Don’t get in the way here. Don’t you think you’re busy?"

Hearing Han Zi'ang's words, Lin Bei's eyes darkened slightly, but in a flash, they were covered by a smile.

"Oh, I'm curious and ask casually, look at you're talking nonsense!

OK OK OK OK I'll go to help Team King search and rescue..."

As he said that, he pulled the safety bundle and brought it to Wang Xuebin, grabbed a life detection device, and scanned the waves in front of the window.

“…Little Northeast, prepare hot water, dry towels, and clothes!”

A roar scared Lin Bei, and quickly threw down the telescope in his hand and acted subconsciously according to the order.

Looking aside, Wang Xuebin had already changed into a bright life jacket, tightened the safety belt connected to the kayak, and then rushed into the dark water without hesitation...

Seeing this scene, Han Zi'ang quickly turned on the ship station system, turned on the manual searchlight on the roof, and looked in the direction where Wang Xuebin disappeared.

The dazzling light penetrated the layers of water mist, forming a Tingdar water column, covering Wang Xuebin's figure.

Under the light, Wang Xuebin was holding a man who was already unconscious in his arms, fighting against the waves with all his might. The waves were surging layer by layer, and his embarrassing figure floated and sank.

Seeing this, Han Zi'ang and Lin Bei quickly put down their work, put on the safety belt with both hands, and pulled them back with force.

After a while, the two worked together to pull the victims into a kayak. Wang Xuebin stood up in the water and turned over.

“…Hurry, save people, Little Northeast, protect core body temperature!

Lao Han, open further forward, the Oriental Pearl flashed into my eyes... Someone!"