Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other and thought about it:

"Of course we can't ask for help.

"At that time, you can explore yours, explore ours, and communicate and share what you have gained."

She didn't know what accidents she would encounter in Taicheng, Iceland. It was indeed a good thing to have the "Salvation Army" send strong people to participate and share risks. Moreover, in investigating the Buddhist holy land, the "old mediation team" was looking forward to obtaining the truth, not what items to get, and the relevant truth was not a secret that had to be exclusively occupied.

When there is no big conflict in interests, cooperation is a direction.

Committee member Huang nodded:

"I know what you mean.

"We need to have some discussions within what measures will be taken in the future."

He said, taking out a box of wrinkled cigarettes from his pocket, smoking one, stuffing it into his mouth, and igniting it with a lighter, as if to help him think.

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

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

"Messenger Huang has something to tell us to Director Hong, so go to the Immigration Department now."

Why do you always feel like this guy's emotional intelligence is following Lao Ge? Or, the more honest he is, the more annoying it is? Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart, without saying anything.

Ding Ling asked in confusion:

"What's the matter?"

"It is said that Director Hong issued us a pass to play the piano randomly! This time I revealed it gently, and I will not use it as an example. After that, even if I consider it for the child, I should pay attention to methods and not violate the rules and regulations." Shang Jianyao's ability to summarize is still quite good.

The only problem is that the source of Hong Guangming's reprimand was their "old group", 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, I'll find an opportunity to say it."

In a more suitable way and more appropriate language... Jiang Baimian added to her heart.

It is completely understandable that people need shame and trees need bark.

As if he was afraid that Shang Jianyao's behavior would be different from ordinary people, outsiders disagreed. Ding Ling looked ahead and sighed:

"Grandpa Hong's children died in the early stages of the New Calendar. Among the great development, construction and rescue, the only one left was only found in middle age, and the baby's is not good.

"Maybe he's a little spoiled. His youngest son doesn't like to work and doesn't want to go to hard-working positions. That's nothing. Grandpa Hong can still help him arrange a good job, but he didn't know when he got involved with the children of several committee members. He often made red wine from the 'Chishu City' manor, the latest electronic products imported by the 'Orange' company, and the high-end cars of 'United Industry'. How can he enjoy the level and position of his level or position?"

Shang Jianyao nodded seriously:

"I think it's necessary to talk to these people and tell them to endure hardships first, enjoy themselves later, and purify their ideals."

Good guy, are you planning to "thinking" directly? Jiang Baimian said secretly.

Ding Ling could not understand how Shang Jianyao had such a strong sense of responsibility and initiative, and this had nothing to do with him.

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

Ding Ling almost said, "We can handle our own affairs, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Okay." Shang Jianyao looked disappointed.

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

"The team leader and the others don't know when they will be able to come back..." Long Yuehong replaced Bai Chenhou and looked outside in a low voice.

It's summer now, and the hotel does not have industrial products such as air conditioners that waste energy. He feels that standing at the window and blowing the air is more comfortable than staying deep in the room and being shrouded in the heat.

While his eyes were sweeping at will, Long Yuehong suddenly saw a strange person.

He was wearing a black "Salvation Army" uniform that was washed quickly, leaning forward slightly, and wearing a grayish-white deep-bottomed aluminum pan on his head, only revealing the part below his nose.

Those group of psychopaths? Long Yuehong quickly recalled the comments of similar people he met when he first entered the city and Ding Ling.

What he is now wondering is why such a lunatic appeared in the "Grey Earth Hotel".

"Xiao, Xiaobai, Lao Ge, there is something wrong." Long Yuehong quickly turned around and summoned his companions.

He is afraid that he will miss something by himself alone.

While Bai Chen and Gnava walked towards the window, Long Yuehong found that the psychopath who was holding the aluminum pot was moving quite slowly, and this seemed to be because he could only see the area at his feet - this man's aluminum pot was bigger and deeper than the two people he had met before.

While moving forward, the person holding the aluminum pot came to the jeep of the "old tuner group".

when!

He hit him head-on without any precaution, and sat backwards to the ground in a dizzy manner.

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

"Do you want to go and see?" Long Yuehong saw that the person wearing the aluminum pot didn't stand up for a while, and asked Bai Chen a little worriedly.

Bai Chen thought for a few seconds and said:

"Can."

She turned to Gnava:

"Laoge, you are here to help us monitor the situation around us."

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

After receiving the reply, Bai Chen slid his hands, flipped out the window, leaned on the outside pipes and protruding parts, and fell to the ground in just a few seconds.

Since she started the genetic modification project of "Gun Talent", her reaction, judgment and coordination have improved greatly. She performed well even when she was not specialized in climbing the stairs with bare hands.

Moreover, this is only the third floor.

Long Yuehong, who was not wearing military exoskeleton equipment, followed Bai Chen slightly tremblingly and also "slowed" to outside the first floor.

His movements are relatively stiff and not so natural.

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

"I want to help you."

"This is not a difficult thing." Long Yuehong unconsciously closed her belly and raised her chest.

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

The man wearing a gray-white aluminum pot was still sitting there, not getting up, giving people the feeling that the collision just now caused him to have a concussion.

Long Yuehong squatted down with a little worried feeling and asked:

"How is it, isn't it serious?"

The man did not answer him.

Long Yuehong raised his head sideways, looked at Bai Chen, pointed to the aluminum pot, and asked in body language whether to remove it, and check the status of the target.

Bai Chen nodded slightly, indicating that he could.

She always felt that the group of people who Ding Ling called a psychopath may have some secrets hidden, not as absurd and funny as it appears.

Although the "Old Commissioning Group" does not have the idea of ​​interfering in the internal affairs of the "Salvation Army", it is necessary to guard against others.

Long Yuehong no longer hesitated, stretched out her hands, pressed the off-white aluminum pan, and lifted it up hard.

The sunlight suddenly shone on the head that was originally hidden in the aluminum pot.

He is an old man with messy white hair, his face is like a bark, and his wrinkles are very obvious.

The old man who was gasping slightly lacking his eyes suddenly came back to his senses, subconsciously lifted his arm and blocked his face:

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

"Are you the evil spirits sent by those fallen people? Return the pot to me!"

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

The old man who was protected by the aluminum pot gradually returned to his calmness, reached out to grop the ground, and slowly stood up.

"Sorry, we just saw you falling here and worried about something wrong." Long Yuehong explained apologetically, "I don't know who the fallen people you mean. We are foreign ruin hunters and plan to use your "Savior Army" to go to the ice field."

The old man was quite hard on his back. Although he was old, he didn't look hunched:

"It is the outsiders who are more suspicious. In this way, after I lose my protection and are secretly controlled by someone using instruments, the group of fallen people will not be suspected."

It was indeed one of the people who were worried about brain control... Long Yuehong was completely sure.

Bai Chen took the initiative to change the topic:

"Why do you think that those group are fallen people who are secretly controlled by someone using instruments?"

The old man snorted:

“Isn’t this obvious yet?

"In the past few years, they forgot to save humanity who has not yet escaped hunger and cold from the dust, forget that everyone is equal, there is no difference between high and low, forget that everyone has made an oath to not use the power in their hands to eat more, sleep with other people's wives and daughters, forget to restrain their families, not let them resell supplies, interfere in various affairs, which makes the public resentment and the atmosphere corrupt!

"I scolded them in person, but they said that I was always stubborn, had a rigid mind, did not know how to adapt, and could not see the trend of development, and was destined to be abandoned by the times."

The old man wearing the aluminum pot gasped and his voice rose a little:

"I think, it's them who are wrong. They must be controlled by the brain, so they are self-destructive and forget their original ideals!
Chapter completed!