Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there, and said in shock:
"You're not here to arrest us, are you?"
After all, it can be used to exchange money with the "First City", or even hostages.
As a wanted criminal, he still has a little self-consciousness and psychological pressure.
"It's not like that." Bai Chen shook his head, "their direction should be the center of Wubei City."
"Old Tune Group" is now staying in the "Land Hotel" on the edge of the city.
"Maybe it's hard to play, and then I will kill a carbine." Shang Jianyao began to show his rich imagination.
The honest Genova denied his guess:
"It's better to say that they are just a cover to attract our attention, and there are elite teams secretly carrying out capture tasks."
Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up, and he applauded:
"As expected of the former mayor of Tarnan, he is more thorough than I thought!
"Your method is indeed more effective and more practical."
He always admits mistakes and praises them.
Jiang Baimian stretched out his right hand and covered his face:
"Can't you think of something better? You have to pull it on yourself!
"What bad things have we done in the 'Salvation Army', uh, nothing has been done, and we are kind enough to share information with them for free, why are we targeted?"
"Bounty!" The honest Shang Jian Yao gave a reason.
The cowardly but cautious Shang Jianyao added:
"equipment!"
The joke-loving Shang Jianyao is responsible for the finishing touches:
"Beauty!"
"Thank you for your compliment!" Jiang Baimian gritted his teeth.
While chatting casually, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian turned their attention to the door at the same time.
After a few seconds, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Shang Jianyao was quite excited.
He seemed to have imagined a story of 100,000 words that followed—derived from Genova's assumption and the current situation.
"Hotel manager, you just met, there is something to inform." The man outside the door responded quickly.
Jiang Baimian gave Shang Jianyao a wink and asked him to open the door and act on the spot.
Jiang Baimian didn't know if her eyes were expressing the meaning behind it, but it didn't matter, she felt that she would do it with the enthusiasm of the feed and the nature of the drama.
Shang Jianyao bent down, like a cheetah ready to go, walking to the door step by step.
He quickly opened the door, and found that it was indeed the hotel manager he had seen in the lobby before, a slightly bald, ordinary middle-aged man.
"What notice?" Shang Jianyao looked disappointed and his tone was cold.
The hotel manager cleared his throat and said:
"That's it, from now on, Wubei has entered a state of martial law, and you cannot leave the hotel unless you have the permission of the management committee."
The "Wubei Management Committee" is a subordinate agency of the "Wubei Material Coordination Committee", which is mainly responsible for the administrative management and registration of foreign personnel in this core city.
Because of the previously observed situation, several members of the "Old Tune Group" were not so surprised by this sudden incident, and felt reasonable.
Jiang Baimian asked curiously:
"Why did martial law suddenly start, and what happened?"
"There's no need for you..." As soon as the hotel manager said these words, he saw Jiang Baimian walking over and handing out two bills.
They are made of red plastic and the top one reads:
"10 catties of pork."
The hotel manager was stunned at first, and then a smile gradually appeared on his face:
"Since you have a pass, and it was brought by a captain-level soldier, it doesn't matter if I tell you."
As he spoke, he took the two pork tickets, checked them skillfully, and put them in his pocket.
"It's like this." He subconsciously used the mantra, "Before, we lost some important military materials in a secret base of the 'Salvation Army', and now there is information that they flowed into the underground market in Wubei, and these military materials If not kept properly, it can cause devastating damage to humans in a large area around it.
"In order to avoid this situation, our 'Material Coordination Committee' in Wubei declared martial law from now on, and dispatched troops stationed outside the city to take charge, and strive to find those dangerous items as soon as possible and lift the alarm."
After all, he received the meat ticket corresponding to 20 pounds of pork from the other party. The hotel manager knew everything and said everything, and he was quite honest.
Long Yuehong secretly "hiss".
This sounds like a serious problem!
If there is a real problem with those military supplies, and they happen to be near this hotel, wouldn't the city gate catch fire and bring disaster to Chiyu
Jiang Baimian nodded with a solemn expression:
"It does require martial law.
"Um... will this affect us?"
Seeing the vigilant look from the hotel manager, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"As you know, we brought some supplies and exchanged some bills. If there is a search, it is inevitable that there will be some losses."
In fact, the important thing is not these, but the three military exoskeleton devices and the two bionic intelligent armors.
At that time, maybe I will send a businessman to "communicate".
"No, no." The hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief, "The soldiers of our 'Salvation Army' would not do such a trivial thing."
Shang Jianyao showed a relieved expression.
The hotel manager added:
"As for the officials, there are other ways, and they don't look down on your supplies.
"Besides, the date on the pass shows that you only entered the city today. It must have nothing to do with the military supplies that have been lost before. No one will be sent to search you."
"That's fine." Jiang Baimian didn't hide his emotional changes.
The same is true for Shang Jianyao, but he changed from gratification to disappointment.
At this time, Jiang Baimian looked around and said in a low voice:
"Do you know what those military supplies are?"
She is not simply curious, but if she can figure out what it is, she can understand the corresponding hazards and do some preventive work in advance.
"This is not notified." The hotel manager said that he also wanted to know.
This made them all nervous.
He then pointed to the door:
"I went to notify other guests, hey, I asked to be informed in person, not by phone."
As an external venue, each room of "Zidi Hotel" has a landline installed.
Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and asked curiously:
"Are there many people coming from outside your sphere of influence?"
"There are still quite a few." The hotel manager answered truthfully with short-handed staff, "Some of them are businessmen in cross-border trade. Although our 'Salvation Army' has rebuilt the industrial system, due to the problems of resources and technology, there are still inconsistencies. There are few shortcomings and needs to be imported, such as coal, robotic arms, some electronic equipment, solar charging panels, high-performance batteries, and some are relic hunters, who want to officially settle down and become one of our members.”
"Oh." Shang Jianyao nodded frequently.
The hotel manager said casually:
"You can also try to apply. According to the law promulgated by the 'Material Coordination Committee', as long as you can settle in the territory for three years, you are eligible to submit an application and accept the corresponding inspection. The pass rate is quite high.
"However, it is impossible for you to be assigned to work in the past three years, and you must support yourself. Most of the similar people choose to continue to be relic hunters."
"Didn't you say you can save as much as possible?" Shang Jianyao was a little lost again.
"It's all old calendars!" The hotel manager laughed, "Resources are limited."
Bai Chen, who has been listening quietly, asked a question:
"The city ruins and various ruins in your 'Salvation Army' are open to outsiders?"
Will this be too generous
This is an external venue. The hotel manager is well-informed. He heard the words and laughed:
"A large part is outside our actual control area, and the corresponding resources are not enough for us to dispatch troops to take care of it. You have come from the 'prime city' and you should have seen a lot of similar situations."
This is the norm in the ashes.
As strong as the "Salvation Army", it can only actually control the settlements along the repaired roads and a part of the surrounding area.
Seeing Xue Yueyue and others nodding, the hotel manager continued:
"There is still a part in the actual control area, but the resources are scarce, there is no need for large-scale exploration and collection, and it is a better choice to hand it over to the relic hunters.
"Hehe, most of the things they found are still traded to us ordinary people. Our 'Salvation Army' can only guarantee that everyone has a stutter, a place to live, a quilt cover in winter, clothes to wear, and many more. Due to the lack of resources and the different inclination of the production center of gravity, the items cannot be manufactured, or the quantity produced is very small, which cannot meet the demand. It has to be made up for by the harvest of the relic hunters. My family has three umbrellas now, and all three are exchanged from them.
"For them, what is officially a member of us is stability. Don't worry about finding food this winter. If there is a shelter from the wind and rain, there may be nothing next winter."
Stable food, shelter, and clothing are enough. This is the dream of many wilderness wanderers... Jiang Baimian didn't ask any more questions, and watched the hotel manager leave the room.
She then sighed to the group members:
"I'll just say, in the dust, many times you don't cause trouble, and things will come to you.
"If we are unlucky, we are just near the lost military supplies, maybe we don't know how they died!"
So you have to move forward with fear until the dawn comes in this long night.
Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and others fully agree with this.
As expected by the hotel manager, the "Old Tune Group" was not searched, and dawned smoothly overnight.
Not long after they briefly ate the yellow wow head provided by the hotel, Ding Ling appeared again.
This group of people is at a higher level of danger, and it was brought by her. She has to do it well until they leave Wubei.
Before she could speak, Shang Jianyao took the initiative to ask:
"What exactly is that batch of military supplies that can actually get the whole city under martial law?"
Ding Ling glanced at the closed door, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"It looks like one, a nuclear warhead."
"..." Jiang Baimian didn't know how to respond.