Another day passed, in the morning, Han Wanghou drove the dilapidated off-road vehicle to the hotel camp.

"This is all the 'mechanical paradise' information I can collect." He handed a stack of paper to Jiang Baimian, who was wearing a delicate monk's mask.

Jiang Baimian didn't rush to look at it, but just glanced at it and asked:

"Have the warning man Song found you?"

"I've talked about it." Han Wanghuo nodded slightly, "but there is no need."

It can be seen that you are a person with a very positive idea and a firm will... Jiang Baimian replied in his heart.

She thought about the language, Shang Jianyao interrupted and asked:

"Where are you going next?"

"Why ask this?" Although Han Wanghou was not a believer in the wary sect, he still instinctively asked back after years of Red Stone Collection.

Moreover, not easily revealing one's own hiding is also the habit of experienced relics hunters.

Shang Jianyao replied calmly:

"We want to observe you."

"Ah?" Han Wanghou was a little confused.

Shang Jianyao further explained:

"As a friend, isn't it normal to observe your life and care about your condition?"

"Friend..." Han Wanghou repeated the word in a low voice, as if he was very surprised.

After a few seconds, he laughed as if he was self-deprecating:

“I should go to the original city.

"There are more opportunities and more complex environments there, which are more suitable for people like me."

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"I heard that the Senate also had a special army of sub-persons."

This army is hated, discriminated against and excluded by citizens of the "First City" and can only firmly rely on those in power in the Senate. Otherwise, once they are abandoned, they will either not be able to leave the First City alive or "mov" to the mining area collectively.

The Senate rulers also obtained an army that was loyal enough to be obedient enough and combat-ready enough.

"This has nothing to do with me." Han Wanghou replied simply.

He immediately said:

"I have to go now."

"Let's go back to the city to find you!" Shang Jianyao waved his right hand, looking reluctant.

Han Wanghuo took a few steps, thought for a while, paused, turned his head, and nodded invisibly:

"goodbye."

"Goodbye." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen all responded.

Han Wanghuo breathed slowly, opened the off-road vehicle door, and entered the driver's seat.

He drove his car, heading west in the ruins of the city, and arrived at an open area by the lake.

There were many target cards standing here, and a member of the town guard took turns to shoot at them.

During this process, they sometimes use lying positions, sometimes changing their squatting positions, and sometimes changing their standing positions, constantly improving their gun level under different states.

Seeing Han Wanghou get out of the car, the members of the town guards in the rest area shouted at the same time:

"Korean Team."

Some members use the Red River language.

Han Wanghou was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled a little and said:

"How is it, how are you practicing?"

He repeated his questions in Honghe language to show fairness.

Tan Jie, with a blank expression, stepped forward two steps:

"During this period, everyone's level has improved a lot. It's better to practice together and communicate with each other, which is more effective."

In the past three years, due to the conflicts between the Gray Language People and the Red River People, and everyone's belief in vigilance and hiding, Han Wang has tried all his best and has not organized unified training. He can only divide the time period and let the members of the town guard take turns to practice.

After this attack by the fishman and the mountain monster coalition, the Red Stone Town people seemed to be stimulated. They were no longer so extreme. They could barely get together and communicate while practicing. After all, many of their relatives and friends fell in front of them like that, with their bodies broken and blood flowing, and their miserable situation was better than ever before.

Thanks to Han Wang's concept of joining the mixed formation of the Gray-talk and Honghe people, their dependence on each other and helping each other in critical situations in the war finally brought a little trust.

Han Wanghou smiled a little again:

"good."

At this time, a brown-haired Red River man came out and said:

"Team Korean team, now the ammunition is tight."

It is not that the town guards lack ammunition, but that they have to reserve a share of the sudden attacks of the secondary coalition forces, and the robber gangs are not enough to be allocated to live ammunition practice.

Han Wanghuo nodded gently:

"Send people to find Angel Bass, he said, to contribute to the town."

Hearing this sentence, whether it was the Red River people or the Gray Words people, the members of the town guards present laughed.

——Although Han Wanghuo only used Honghe language this time, the gray language people here can understand more or less.

"Yes, Team South Korea!" After laughing, several members of the town guard responded firmly.

After communicating about this matter, Han Wanghou walked towards the shooting range, and Tan Jie followed him.

"After this time, they truly recognized you as the captain. Your defense line is the most tragic place." Tan Jie said a few words without any expression.

Han Wanghui was silent and did not respond.

He walked along the way, and the team members who had completed shooting practice turned around and greeted him:

"Korean Team."

"Korean Team."

"Korean Team."

...

Han Wanghuo came to an end and closed his eyes.

He turned around and looked up, and saw the red river people with different hair colors and the gray-speaking people with black hair and brown eyes gathered together. Although they were very unfamiliar with each other and were also strongly wary, they would talk to each other from time to time.

Retracting his gaze, Han Wanghou said to Tan Jie:

"Look at them."

"Okay." Tan Jie watched Han Wanghou walk around outside the shooting range and walk towards his black off-road vehicle step by step.

After getting in the car, Han Wanghuo took a seat quietly for dozens of seconds before starting the car and heading to Redstone.

After entering the ground and parking the car, he looked ahead, took a silent breath, and slowly exhaled.

Then, he opened the door and got out of the car, entered the Red Stone Club, and walked down the escalator.

When he passed by an old world legacy advertising box, he bent his finger and knocked on the lower surface.

"Is there any situation?" Han Wanghuo asked as Dangdang's movement echoed.

"No, it's normal." A voice came out from the metal advertising box.

Han Wang received a "hmm" sound:

"Remember to take a break and take turns."

After saying that, he walked towards the escalator leading to the bottom.

At this moment, the security guard in the metal advertising box added:

"Good morning, Team South Korea!"

Han Wanghuo's steps paused, he slowly turned around and said with a smile:

“Good morning.”

The escalator began to descend, and Han Wanghou arrived at the public security office.

Weller was not there, there were only two sheriffs hidden inside.

Han Wanghou walked to his desk, stared for a moment, and slowly took out a letter from his clothes pocket.

He solemnly put the letter on the table and pressed the cup without water on it.

His eyes swept over the familiar tables, chairs, benches, chandeliers, stationery and walls, very slowly and very carefully.

Huh, he let out a breath, twisted his body, and walked out the door.

While the escalator was going up, Han Wanghuo raised his head and looked around the market town that looked empty and deserted.
To be continued...