"What should we do with the underground lair?" Red Snake asked.

"The current strategy is to clear it, blast it with firepower, and then carry out landfilling operations."

Zhou Zhengde said:

"I also need to trouble you two to clean it up as soon as possible. Captain Zheng is the next main force. A batch of anti-stress suits have been deployed from the front line and it can be cleaned up within a week.

“The reconstruction of the lower city is the next difficult point.

"I stayed up late to complete the downtown reconstruction plan. This is actually an opportunity to change the ecology of downtown, provide more rights protection for downtown residents as much as possible, and connect the talents from downtown to midtown and uptown.

Ascending channel.

"However, it will definitely be difficult to implement. It will take time to promote it step by step. It is closely related to the quality of residents and their own skills."

Sister Wan smiled and said: "You will have a lot of time to think carefully in a quiet small room, and then point your gun at the commander's young man."

"That's not... impulsive..."

"Hahaha!" This is Uncle Tai's hearty laughter.

Wang Jixuan also understood that Zhou Zhengde was going to be tried and sent to a military prison to serve his sentence.

However, Taoist Wang was not worried at all.

What is Zhou Yanei’s background?

Aren't all military prisons run by his own family? After Zhou Yanei enters, he might be able to have a blind date or something inside.

Zhou Zhengde came to Wang Jixuan's bedside. At that time, Wang Jixuan was able to wake him up, but Wang Taoist priest hated the awkward mood of farewell.

Is it possible that he also wants to recite a poem as a gift to Brother Zhou?

Just leave early and come back early.

Zhou Zhengde sat by the bed for a few minutes, and then he seemed to have achieved a huge gain, and embarked on the next political struggle with high spirits.

Over the next thirty hours, two more waves of visitors came.

Zheng Shiduo, who had returned from the lower city and was taking a rest, used his exaggerated tone to describe the miserable situation in the nest of the young king insect, and boasted about how awesome the Black Storm was.

Commander Dongfang Zhenghong came together with Minister of Internal Affairs Zhou Meiying.

Dongfang Zhenghong represented the Medieval Basin Theater and the D5 Comprehensive Theater Command, and Zhou Meiying represented the Archon of Fortress No. 76 to express commendations and condolences to Black Storm.

They sent a large amount of supplies, including but not limited to...three fist-sized general-level crystal cores!

And the nutritious soup cooked by Zhou Meiying herself.

Taoist Wang really loves these three general-level crystal cores.

He didn't need to worry about it. Uncle Tai was self-taught. He took out a few demon-suppressing charms from Daozhang Wang's cabinet and stuck them on the crystal core.

And that nutritious soup... Wan Xiaoqi secretly drank two sips and retched for two hours, not knowing what was going on.

As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter.

This side shows that this soup is really nutritious.

Wang Daozhang pretended to be comatose and continued to recuperate to avoid being poured into this soup when he woke up now.

He didn't want to wake up. Besides having a headache and needing medical treatment, there was actually another reason.

Lingtong will be away temporarily for a period of time, probably more than a month, and Sister Wan will come with her.

She wanted to go back to the front line to 'treat' her robotic arm. There was a problem with the connection line between the robotic arm and the mechanical spine, which required a professional team to repair it. There was a lack of large-scale equipment to protect Lingtong's skin and organs.

As soon as he wakes up, Lingtong will say goodbye and leave for a while.

It would be better if he just fell asleep and she left on her own.

Otherwise, we have to say goodbye or something... The Taoist priest doesn't like pretentiousness and nagging.

In this way, Taoist Wang rested for two more days, and most of his headaches were relieved. From now on, as long as he meditates for twelve hours a day, his soul's injuries can be recovered in a month. It is difficult to make progress after more than a month of practice.

At Sister Wan's urging, Lingtong has returned to the headquarters for treatment.

She put on a military uniform, opened the door of Wang Jixuan's room, and whispered to Wu Man, the young man reading next to her:

"Please let me be alone with him for a few minutes."

"Okay, sir," Wu Man put down his book and let the electric wheelchair take him away.

Lingtong closed the door, lowered his head and leaned against the door panel. There was no movement for more than twenty seconds.

Taoist Wang was a little nervous for no reason, but his expression still looked like he was sleeping, and there was no flaw in it.

What is she going to do? Say some sensational words? This doesn't seem to be her character. Her character seems to be...

Lingtong suddenly took two steps forward, walked to the bed, and leaned over without hesitation, as if he wanted to give him a headbutt.

Taoist priest Wang almost opened his eyes and ducked away.

Lingtong's delicate face stopped in front of him, with his left robotic arm propped up beside the pillow and his right robotic arm pressed against the wall. The shortest distance between their noses was only a dozen centimeters.

Strands of long hair slipped from behind her ears.

Her long hair is now disheveled, black and bright.

Lingtong just opened his eyes, pursed his lips, pecked quickly, and lightly touched Wang Jixuan's mouth with his lips.

She stood up immediately, as if she had violated some huge taboo.

"Just trying it out, it feels like it's written in a novel, don't get me wrong...recuperate well, see you later, the deep sea and the red snake will protect you."

She turned around and left.

Daochang Wang wanted to call her out, but a strange feeling surrounded his heart, causing unspeakable ripples in his state of mind.

Although, but...

How can a dignified man, a real man, be so passive!

Hey! This little girl needs to be brought back by the Taoist Master!

Wang Jixuan opened his eyes and was about to call out, but found the innocent young man sitting next to him.

The sunshine outside the window was just right, and Lingtong's aura had disappeared.

"Chief Lingtong left twenty-five minutes ago. Sir, you showed signs of waking up just after she left."

Wu Man asked with a smile:

"You still have a little lipstick on your lips, do you need a tissue to wipe it off?"

Eh? Wasn’t it just now?

Wang Jixuan discovered that he had indeed been in a trance before.

Daochang Wang sat up calmly, stretched out as if nothing happened, and looked at Uncle Tai and Wan Xiaoqi who were busy outside the door.

"What are they packing for?"

"In order to ensure the safety of sir and me, we will be moved to the seventh floor of the fortress, which is the safest."

Wu Man explained:

"There are no psykers inside the fortress, so it's relatively safe.

"Mr. Zhou Zhengde was in the frontline military court, having a fierce confrontation with the people from the 13th Institute. He was worried that the 13th Institute would retaliate against Fortress No. 76, and the outer expansion area was no longer safe.

"This site will be used as a camouflage point for several mechanics to be stationed to confuse the people of the Thirteenth Institute."

"good."

Taoist Wang thought of those large and small light pillars.

A powerful herd of bladed beasts;

corrupted psykers;

There are indeed many challenges ahead.

Forget it, find a way to mass-produce the magic-breaking dagger as soon as possible, and give these psychics a little shock of orthodox cultivation!

Wang Daozhang was very motivated at the moment.

"Yes sir."

Wu Man took out a holographic player:

"Listen to this, my newly recorded broadcast, and someone is thanking you."

"What?" Wang Daozhang was a little confused, Wu Man had already pressed the button of the player.
Chapter completed!