Another day later, in the morning, Han Wanghuo drove the tattered off-road vehicle to the hotel camp.
"This is all the 'Mechanical Paradise' information I can collect." He handed a stack of papers to Jiang Baimian, who was wearing a delicate monk mask.
Jiang Baimian didn't look in a hurry, just glanced at it and asked:
"Did Song Alerter look for you?"
"We've talked about it." Han Wanghuo nodded slightly, "but there's no need."
It can be seen that you are a person with a right mind and a firm will... Jiang Baimian replied in his heart.
As she considered the language, Shang Jianyao interrupted and asked:
"Where are you going next?"
"Why are you asking this?" Although Han Wanghuo was not a follower of the Vigilance Sect, he still instinctively asked a question after being immersed in Hongshiji for many years.
Moreover, it is also the habit of experienced relic hunters to not easily reveal their possessions.
Shang Jianyao replied calmly:
"We're going to watch you."
"Ah?" Han Wanghuo was a little confused.
Shang Jianyao further explained:
"As a friend, isn't it normal to observe your life and care about your state?"
"Friend..." Han Wanghuo repeated the word in a low voice, as if surprised.
After a few seconds, he laughed at himself:
"I should go to Prime City.
"There are more opportunities and a more complex environment, which is more suitable for people like me."
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"I heard that the Senate also raised a subhuman army."
This army is hated, discriminated against, and ostracized by the citizens of the "First City", and can only be firmly attached to those in power in the Senate. Otherwise, once abandoned, they will either not be able to leave the First City alive, or they will collectively "move" to the mining area. .
And the rulers of the Senate have thus obtained an army that is loyal enough, obedient enough, and capable enough to fight.
"It has nothing to do with me." Han Wanghuo simply replied.
He then said:
"I have to go now."
"Go back to the first city to find you!" Shang Jianyao waved his right hand with a reluctant look.
Han Wanghuo took a few steps, thought for a moment, paused, turned his head, and nodded invisibly:
"goodbye."
"Goodbye." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen all responded.
Han Wanghuo slowly exhaled, opened the door of the off-road vehicle, and got into the driver's seat.
He drove his car through the ruins of the city, all the way to the west, and arrived at an open area by the lake.
There are a lot of target boards standing here, and a member of the town guard takes turns shooting at them.
During this process, they sometimes used a lying position, sometimes changed to a squatting position, and sometimes changed to a standing position, constantly improving their firearms level in different states.
Seeing Han Wanghuo get out of the car and come over, the members of the town guard in the rest area shouted at the same time:
"Team Korea."
Some members speak the Red River language.
Han Wanghe was stunned for a moment, then turned to a slight smile and said:
"How's it going, how's it going?"
He repeated his question again in Honghe language to show fairness.
The expressionless Tan Jie stepped forward two steps:
"During this time, everyone's level has improved a lot. It is more effective to practice together and communicate with each other."
In the past three years, due to the conflicts between the Grey Talkers and the Red River people, and everyone's belief in vigilance and hiding, Han Wanghuo tried his best and failed to organize a unified training. The members of the town guard took turns to practice.
After this attack by the murlocs and mountain monsters, the townspeople in Hongshiji seem to have been stimulated. They are no longer so extreme. They can barely get together and communicate while practicing. After all, many of their relatives and friends just fell into In front of him, the corpse was broken, blood was flowing, and the tragic situation was better than ever before.
And thanks to Han Wanghuo's idea of mixing the Grey Whisperers and the Red River people into a formation, they depended on each other and helped each other in critical situations during the war, which finally brought a little trust.
Han Wangshou showed a little smile again:
"good."
At this time, a man from the Red River with brown hair came out and said:
"Team Han, the ammunition is tight right now."
It's not that the town guard's ammunition is insufficient, but that they have to set aside a share to guard against sudden attacks by subhuman coalition forces and bandit gangs, and those that can be allocated to live ammunition practice are not enough.
Han Wanghuo nodded lightly:
"Send someone to find Anhebas, he said, to contribute to the town."
Hearing this sentence, whether it was the Red River people or the Grey Whisperers, all the town guard members present laughed.
—Although Han Wanghuo only used the Red River language this time, the gray speakers here can more or less understand it.
"Yes, Team Korea!" Several members of the town guard responded with a firm attitude after laughing.
After discussing this matter, Han Wanghuo walked towards the shooting range, and Tan Jie followed him.
"After this time, they really recognized you as the captain. Your line of defense is the most tragic place." Tan Jie said a few words without expression.
Han Wanghuo was silent and did not respond.
He walked all the way, and all the way, the team members who had finished shooting practice turned around and greeted him:
"Team Korea."
"Team Korea."
"Team Korea."
…
Han Wanghuo came to the end and closed his eyes.
He turned around, looked up, and saw the red river with different hair colors and the gray language people with black hair and brown eyes gathered together. Although they are very unfamiliar with each other and have strong guards, they will exchange a few words from time to time.
Looking back, Han Wanghuo said to Tan Jie:
"Look at them."
"Okay." Tan Jie watched Han Wanghuo detour from the outside of the shooting range and walked to his black off-road vehicle step by step.
After getting in the car, Han Wanghuo sat quietly for dozens of seconds before starting the car and driving 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 off the car, entered the interior of the redstone set, and went all the way down the escalator.
As he passed an old-world advertising box, he bent his fingers and tapped the lower surface.
"Is there a situation?" Han Wanghuo asked amidst the reverberation of Dangdang.
"No, it's normal." A voice came from the metal advertising box.
Han Wang got a "hmm" sound:
"Remember to rest and take turns."
After speaking, he walked towards the escalator leading to the bottom floor.
At this moment, the security guard in the metal advertising box added:
"Team Han, good morning!"
Han Wanghuo paused in his footsteps, turned around slowly, and said with a slight smile:
"good morning."
The escalator began to descend, and Han Wanghuo arrived at the police station.
Weller was not there, and there were only two security guards in hiding.
Han Wanghuo walked to his desk, stared for a moment, and slowly took out a letter from his clothes pocket.
He put the letter on the table solemnly and pressed the glass without water on it.
His eyes swept over the familiar tables and chairs, benches, chandeliers, stationery and walls, very slowly and carefully.
Phew, he exhaled, twisted his body, and walked out the door.
On the way up the escalator, Han Wanghuo raised his head and looked around this seemingly empty and deserted market town.
After leaving the market town, he drove the tattered off-road vehicle all the way to the northwest of the ruined city.
After an unknown time, the hills at the edge of the ruins came into his sight.
Han Wang stepped on the foot brake like a conditioned reflex and stopped off-road.
He sat in the driver's seat and turned his eyes to the rearview mirror.
In the rearview mirror, the edge of the broken and silent city is bathed in the winter sun near noon, as if covered with a faint golden coat.
After watching for a while, Han Wang regained his gaze, touched the rifle beside him, and raised his right foot on the brake.
When the vehicle was driving again, he saw that there were separate hills and barren fields in front of him.
The off-road vehicle ran on the uninhabited dirt.
…
After receiving the relevant materials of "Mechanical Paradise", the "Old Tune Group" and a group of four came to Vigilant Church to bid farewell to Song He.
They attended a requiem here last night to pray for those who died in previous wars.
The Requiem of the Vigilant sect has no hidden links, but everyone wears a mask, like a mourning fancy dress party.
Shang Jianyao was not disappointed because of this, and took part in it very seriously.
After leaving the church and getting on the jeep, Long Yuehong was about to speak when she suddenly saw several half-old children playing on a nearby collapsed building.
There is Vielle with soft yellow hair in it.
"Hehe, I almost thought he was an adult." If it weren't for this scene, Long Yuehong would have forgotten Vier's age.
The big boy's mysterious whereabouts and eccentric words always make people forget his age.
Moreover, he likes to see reality from the pipeline world, and he has indeed shown maturity beyond his peers.
"This guy probably has some problems, but we are not local sheriffs. If there is any problem, we have to investigate." Jiang Baimian laughed when he heard this.
At this time, Bai Chen started the jeep.
Shang Jianyao turned his head, looked at the vigilant church, and seemed unwilling to leave.
"What are you still missing?" Jiang Baimian asked casually.
Shang Jianyao replied seriously:
"I haven't let the murlocs, mountain monsters, gray people, and red river people live in peace."
Jiang Baimian was silent for a while and said:
"This requires time to settle, and Song Alerter also has intentions in this regard.
"Besides, it's not that we won't come anymore, we still have to pass by here when we go back from the 'Mechanical Paradise'.
"At that time, you can do what you want to do according to the situation."
Shang Jianyao thought about it for a while, and suddenly became excited:
"Then I will say to everyone in the redstone set:
"We're back again!"
They may not welcome... Long Yuehong slandered in his heart.
Because they had already packed their belongings, they did not go back to the hotel camp and drove the jeep toward the south.
Target: "Mechanical Paradise".
…
Be alert outside the church, a boy about the same age as Viel sat on the edge of the collapsed building and complained:
"Why didn't you come when my father was buried? Are we still friends?"
This half-big boy has dark green eyes.
Viel, who was also sitting on the edge of the collapsed building, pouted and said:
"It's not that you don't know, I don't like him very much. He always laughs at my height."