"He was actually caught." As the sapphire blue jeep turned, Shang Jianyao also saw the situation over there, "His performance art is not good."
Jiang Baimian was also a little surprised, but not shocked:
"I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet? He comes out to sneak around the sheriff from time to time, and he does performance art. "
In this regard, Bai Chen strongly agrees:
"Last time I thought he was dancing one-legged on the edge of a cliff, one or two times may be fine, but a few more times will definitely cause problems.
"The main question now is how the 'behavioural order' will react."
"Let's have a grand, rich and varied 'performance art' exhibition." Shang Jianyao gave his guess with a serious look.
When he said this, Long Yuehong's thoughts suddenly stopped.
Pictures like streaking, eating shit, and walking upside down appeared in his mind.
With such a passion for performance art, how did this sect ensure that it survived? From this point of view, Long Yuehong intuitively believes that the "behavioral group" is definitely not simple.
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"Regardless of how the Cult of Behavior reacts, this is not going to end so easily.
"I hope to involve a large number of people and completely intensify the contradictions."
Having said this, Jiang Baimian was stunned for a moment:
"Maybe Demis has been walking the sheriff and doing performance art for that very purpose...
"It's not necessarily his own will, it's just that someone took advantage of his hobbies and habits."
What Jiang Baimian means is that there are other people who are trying to intensify the conflict.
And this is a very worthwhile change for the "old tune group".
You can fish in muddy water.
The jeep went around half a circle, reached the area around Antana Street again, and found the safe house that Han Wanghuo secretly prepared.
This is located on the second floor of an old apartment. The building in front has a bathroom, and there are other houses on both sides and behind. It is also mainly for residents.
At this time, it was dark and night came, accompanied by moderate to heavy rain.
Summer is like this, the rain comes when it says it, and stops when it stops.
The safe house that Han Wanghuao prepared was not large, with only one bedroom, the living room and the kitchen coexisted, and a small bathroom was barely separated.
Compared with the meeting when he first arrived on the surface, the current Long Yuehong is already quite experienced. Although Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao did not warn him, he still pressed his right hand to his waist before entering the room, always ready to go. Dodge and counterattack.
The room was slightly damp, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to the wall beside the door, and pressed the switch.
Snapped.
No lights came on, only the dim glow outside the window and the torch in Shang Jianyao's hand illuminated the general outline of the room.
"Power outage?" Long Yuehong said to herself not too unexpectedly.
This is a regular occurrence in the Green Olive area.
Power outages and water outages are life experiences that every resident here cannot escape.
Jiang Baimian, who was walking at the back of the team, looked around and pointed to the outside:
"There's electricity there."
She pointed to the opposite door.
It can be seen that there is a yellowish light overflowing from the bottom of the wooden door.
"It doesn't make sense that we are the only ones in the same building without power..." Long Yuehong expressed his confusion.
Bai Chen glanced at him and said calmly:
"I have to pay the electricity bill."
"..." Long Yuehong was stunned at first, and then thought that this might be the truth.
After Han Wang was secretly renting this room, in order to ensure concealment and safety, he must have rarely come.
"That's right." Long Yuehong looked back at Bai Chen, "However, you seem to be sure?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shang Jianyao, who was in charge of opening the door before, pointed to the ground.
Looking around, Long Yuehong found several pieces of paper.
Under the torchlight in Shang Jianyao's hand, Long Yuehong read out the name of one of them:
"Electricity Bill Payment Notice"
"Is there a notice?" Jiang Baimian laughed while closing the door.
You know, most of the residents in the Green Olive District are illiterate.
"It's usually a door-to-door reminder, and people who haven't been found for a long time will be notified of arrears." Bai Chen explained briefly.
As for whether the other party can understand it, it is not something that the power sector needs to consider.
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly:
"At this point, where can I go to pay the electricity bill?"
Uh... This question made Long Yuehong suddenly feel a little unspeakable absurdity.
My group had done a lot of great things some time ago, and had been offered a reward of hundreds of thousands of ore, and also drove a band of robbers to attack the regular army of "First City", but now they are discussing the issue of how to pay the electricity bill owed.
"It's tomorrow." Bai Chen gave the answer.
Jiang Baimian thought for a while, and said to Shang Jian Yao:
"You and Xiaohong go and reconnect the circuit and get some electricity from the public network.
"living comfortably without anybody's help!"
This is not inside the company, Jiang Baimian is not ashamed to talk about stealing electricity.
Anyway, they did not pass on the cost to the surrounding civilians, and they will pay the electricity bill owed tomorrow.
As a human being, you must know how to be flexible, otherwise how to perform tasks
After Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were busy, the incandescent lamp in the room finally turned on.
It was getting darker outside, and the rain kept falling.
"There's no need to go to the street to find something to eat, just make do with it." Jiang Baimian glanced at the scene outside the window and made a suggestion.
Shang Jianyao and others naturally have no opinion.
They brought a few canned meat, a few packs of instant noodles, and a few dehydrated vegetable packs from the trunk of the jeep, and set up dinner on the induction cooker.
—In the beginning, there were many hunters in the ruins of the city, and there were also many troops who went out to perform missions. Similar convenience foods were very marketable, forming a complete industrial chain, and the "Old Tune Team" was a team with rich experience in wild survival. Make sure you have a batch of easy-to-store food on hand.
The beef is big and delicious, and the instant noodles adorned with many vegetables are cooked quickly, and the rich and strange aroma wafts throughout the room.
Because there were only two stools beside the dining table, after Shang Jianyao put food in a lunch box, he walked to the window and ate while looking out.
Long Yuehong followed his example and came to the window.
He ate a piece of beef, took a sip of the noodle soup, and then looked out the window.
In the raging rain, in the deep and hazy darkness, the windows of the houses revealed a yellowish light that was rendered outward.
Against the background of the lights, there are people moving, brushing their heads, eating meals, hugging children, or cuddling with each other.
On the street outside the house, there are still many pedestrians passing by in a hurry. Some of them are holding umbrellas and raincoats, and some can only lower their heads and cover them with their hands.
From time to time, these pedestrians turn into a certain house and complain a few words to pick up their figure.
For some reason, Long Yuehong suddenly felt peaceful and warm.
After a long silence, he said to himself:
"We're looking forward to the turmoil in the first city, isn't it good?"
This will destroy the lives and futures of many, many people.
Jiang Baimian put down the lunch box, stood up, walked to the window, and said seriously:
"It's not something we don't expect that won't happen."
Bai Chen swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth and glanced sideways at Long Yuehong:
"Even if there is no unrest, the future of many people here is at most two or three years, or less."
Antana Street is very close to the factory area.
This sentence ruthlessly shattered Long Yuehong's feelings.
Shang Jianyao also looked at Long Yuehong and said seriously:
"The 'First City' cannot save all mankind."
"..." Long Yuehong was speechless.
Jiang Baimian made a round in time:
"Eat it quickly, the noodles are about to swell."
"Hmm." Long Yuehong quickly turned her attention to the lunch box in her hand.
When the "Old Tuning Team" was full, they took out the transceiver again to see what new instructions the company had.
At the appointed time, the call back from "Pangu Creature" arrived as scheduled.
This time there is more content than usual. Jiang Baimian dictated a paragraph after translating a paragraph:
"The company praised our idea of grouping, and let the team in the North Shore wasteland focus on intelligence collection, and let the team returning to the original city try to meet 'Garibaldi'..."
ah? Isn't this the company's intelligence officer? Long Yuehong quickly recalled who "Garibaldi" was.
Bai Chen frowned and asked:
"Has he been caught? No, if he is caught, it should be a rescue, not a response."
Jiang Baimian nodded and continued to decode:
"After 'Garibaldi' was notified by the company, it was too late to start the plan, so he could only hide in the enemy's house because he had the key to the enemy.
"He was afraid of being found out, and he only stole very little food and water every day, and now, he was almost finished with what he was carrying, and he couldn't hold it any longer.
"Well, his enemy is called Old K."
After listening to Shang Jianyao, he praised "Garibaldi" with appreciation:
"very creative."