Soon, "Garibaldi" Giuseppe and Shang Jianyao shouldered shoulders and joined the labor of modifying the appearance of the Jeep.
Jiang Baimian looked at their backs and breathed a sigh of relief.
With this "reasoning clown", when "Garibaldi" Giuseppe returns to the company to report on his job, no matter what happens, as long as he doesn't encounter an awakened person in the "last man" realm who can flip through his memories, he will not leak small things. Chongzhi, after all, the two prerequisites for the establishment of "reasoning" are "everyone has lived and died together" and "all employees of the company", which makes "we belong to the same small team and should keep each other's secrets" This conclusion appears unbreakable in a sense.
Of course, as long as it is the conclusion drawn by the "reasoning clown", there is no saying that it cannot be deciphered. Jiang Baimian just felt that after "Garibaldi" Giuseppe entered "Panga Creature", from the surrounding environment to the possibility of listening The various words I have come to are not enough to overthrow the "reasoning clown".
It didn't take long for the emergency modification to be completed, and the stylish sapphire blue Jeep was once again dead.
Bai Chen drove Jiang Baimian and others all the way to a safe house prepared by the "Old Tune Team" in the Red Giant Wolf District.
- This did not help them to escape from the Sikkaro Temple and escape from the control of Channagar, so they didn't think about these additional safe houses at the time, and they didn't have to worry that Channaga had already mastered the corresponding location with the help of "He Xintong". can be traced.
After parking the car and entering the house, Long Yuehong finally felt more at ease.
Jiang Baimian looked around and said:
"I'll remember to make up a disguise later, and I have to go out tomorrow morning. On the one hand, I'm observing the direction of the citizens' rally in Hope Square and determining the follow-up plan. On the other hand, I have to get another radio transceiver, or use a corresponding The electronic components are assembled by ourselves. In short, we have to report to the company what happened tonight during working hours, and notify Lao Ge and Lao Han at the agreed time period, so that they can pay attention to the situation around them. "
Why they don't do it tonight is because the contact time has passed.
Although "Pangu Creatures" has telegraph operators on night shifts, Jiang Baimian felt that it would be better to wait until tomorrow to report.
This further highlights how difficult it was for them to escape from the Awakened at the level of the "Spiritual Corridor", so as to hide Xiaochong's existence.
Moreover, all kinds of things are coming tonight, and Jiang Baimian himself has been affected by the ability of the Awakened many times. He feels that his mind is not as clear as usual. After he wants to sleep, he will sort it out carefully to determine what should be reported and what should not be reported.
Her initial plans are:
Muffled Xiaochong's boos into Wu Meng's boos, and pushed the "freeze" at the critical moment to Du Heng, the mysterious antiquarian. Anyway, the other party rushed to the "freeze" scene not long afterward.
"Okay." Bai Chen had no objection to the team leader's arrangement.
Long Yuehong was a little timid:
"Team leader, we don't actually need to observe the direction of the citizen assembly closely, if something bad happens, we are likely to be directly involved.
"We just want to take advantage of the chaos, and it's perfectly fine to wait until the chaos has expanded."
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and said:
"I understand your concerns.
"The direction of observation I'm talking about is not a close-up observation, but in the process of seeking a radio transceiver, using radio, television, and the reactions of passersby to collect some intelligence and speculate on the possible direction."
Long Yuehong suddenly exhaled:
"That's good."
Speaking of which, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Now I know what it means that there are people outside the sky and there are people outside the sky.
"If it wasn't for the 'Spiritual Corridor' level Awakener being too cautious in the early stage, we have a certain trump card, and there is no way to survive, and Xiaochong seems to be many times stronger than him, no wonder Du Heng said that he can destroy it. Lose a city."
Hearing this, Bai Chen replied coldly to Long Yuehong:
"As long as we are still investigating the cause of the destruction of the old world and the origin of 'innocence', we will definitely encounter such a powerful enemy in the future, and it will become stronger and more terrifying."
Hearing this sentence, Long Yuehong once again deeply realized the grandeur and arduousness of the goal of investigating the cause of the destruction of the old world and the origin of "Innocent Disease", as well as the insignificance and fragility of the "Old Tune Group" itself in contrast.
No wonder everyone felt ridiculous when they heard Shang Jianyao's mantra of "saving all mankind" and thought he was joking... Long Yuehong sighed inwardly.
Jiang Baimian was silent for a while, unable to speak.
Shang Jianyao nodded and said:
"So we have to work hard to improve ourselves.
"I can't wait to enter the 'Corridor of the Mind'!"
At this moment, he is still so confident and full of motivation.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian recalled the beginning.
Shang Jianyao said: Isn't this very good? When everyone is low, negative and desperate, there is one person who keeps a smile and is full of enthusiasm...
He really fulfilled his promise... However, you still have the direction and possibility of improvement, and we... Really don't have the direction and possibility of improvement? Various thoughts came and went in Jiang Baimian's mind.
She pondered for a moment and said:
"Anyway, let's get through this time first, or we will die in Prime City.
"After returning to the company, I will evaluate my own strength and the danger of the follow-up tasks, and make a rational decision."
…
Golden Apple District, 18 Citizen Street, General's Mansion.
The old lion-like Phokas sat in the study room that was only lit by moonlight without turning on the light. Holding the phone, he kept giving orders:
"For the past three days, all entrances and exits have been under martial law. No matter which army is holding whose warrant, it cannot enter the city without the unanimous permission of the Senate...
"Starting tonight, the whole city is banned from flying, even the drones and helicopters of the 'Hand of Order' must obey, one warning, two shooting down...
"Maintain the order of the citizens' assembly tomorrow morning...
"Whoever, under any pretext, gathers in places such as the Senate, the Government Affairs Office, the Commander-in-Chief's Office, and the Overwatch Council will be directly arrested. Those who try to resist will use tear gas first, and then consider killing them...
"Bringing all military exoskeletons and bionic smart armor together in one place...
"Awakened people make miscellaneous arrangements to prepare for accidents..."
Orders were given to different departments of the city defense army in such an orderly manner that Phokas was a little dry.
Finally, he put down the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
He has already done what he should do. If there is going to be any large-scale turmoil, he can only take a step by step.
Boom, boom, boom.
Someone knocked on the study door.
"Come in." Phokas, who was wearing a general's uniform, leaned back in his chair.
With a creak, the wooden door opened, and the yellowish light from the corridor wall lamp poured into the dim study.
It was quiet outside, and most of the people in the mansion seemed to have fallen asleep.
…
Golden Apple District, on another street, in the residence of Inspector Alexander, one of the two giants of the "First City".
The blond hair was mottled and the figure was majestic, the old man in black casual clothes turned his attention to his little daughter not far away.
The blond, blue-eyed and beautiful Galolan is no longer in a gray-blue robe, but has changed into a long wine-red dress.
Every detail of this clothing is very elegant, and the materials are extremely luxurious. At first glance, it is not the kind that is mass-produced by machines.
"I thought you wouldn't wear these clothes again." Alexander nodded lightly.
He made no attempt to hide his relief, concern and sarcasm.
Galoran's face was indifferent and indifferent:
"Just a skirt."
The state she showed was:
This is no different from Taoist robes. They are all props that humans use to cover up their naked bodies and maintain their body temperature.
At this time, an explosion sounded from a distance.
In the relatively quiet night, it was so obvious.
And it's not just one, some big, some small.
Alexander walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked in the direction of the explosion, and took the opportunity to teach his daughter:
"What you want needs to be exchanged with iron and blood and a lot of life, not that you can pity them and go home for a while, and you can achieve it.
"You've been traveling on the dirt for several years, so you shouldn't be as naive as you used to be?"
Galoran nodded:
"I see.
"That's why I hope that everyone will follow the teaching of 'Zhuang Sheng', understand that fate cannot be resisted, and focus on understanding the existence of Dao. Over time, if you can clearly distinguish between true and false, you will be able to completely get rid of the shackles. for eternity."
Alexander was blocked so much that he could not speak, and after a long time he said:
"Then there would be no human society."
Galoran was about to respond when someone knocked on the living room door.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Who?" Alexander raised his voice.
Outside the door is his butler:
"Master, Miss Cynthia is visiting."