After Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, they thought about it and said:
"Of course we can't ask for help.
"At that time, you can explore yours, we will explore ours, and we will communicate and share what we have gained."
She also doesn't know what accidents will happen in Icefield Terrace City. It is indeed a good thing for the "Salvation Army" to send strong people to participate and share risks. Moreover, when investigating the Buddhist holy land, the "old-tone team" is looking forward to getting The truth, not what to get, and the relevant truth is not a secret that must be exclusive.
In the case where there is not too much conflict of interests, cooperation can be regarded as one direction.
Commissioner Huang nodded:
"I understand what you mean.
"What measures will be taken in the future, we still have to have some internal discussions."
As he spoke, he took out a crumpled box of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter, as if to help his thinking.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao did not disturb him, opened the door by themselves, and walked out.
After retrieving the weapon and getting on the mountain bike, Shang Jianyao said to Ding Ling very positively:
"If Commissioner Huang has something to say, let us pass it on to Director Hong. Let's go to the immigration department now."
Why does it always feel like this guy's emotional intelligence is on par with Lao Ge? Or, the more honest the more annoying? Jiang Baimian muttered inwardly, but did not speak.
Ding Ling asked suspiciously:
"What?"
"To say that Director Hong gave us a pass is just playing the piano! This time, I have gently revealed it, but it will not be an example. Afterwards, even if it is considered for the children, we must pay attention to the methods and methods, and must not violate the rules and regulations." Shang Jianyao's generalization ability is still quite good.
The only problem is that the source of Hong Guangming's reprimand is their "old tune group", and he acts as if he is not part of this group.
Ding Ling was silent for a few seconds and said:
"You don't need to convey this, I will find a chance to say it."
Use a more suitable way and a more suitable language... Jiang Baimian added in her heart.
It is completely understandable that a person needs a face, and a tree needs the bark.
Seemingly afraid that Shang Jianyao, an outsider whose behavior was different from ordinary people, would disagree, Ding Ling looked ahead and sighed:
"Several of Grandpa Hong's children died in the great development, construction, and rescue in the early days of the new calendar, and the only one left is his middle-aged one, not the precious one.
"Maybe he's a little spoiled. His youngest son doesn't like to work and doesn't want to go to a hard job. It's nothing. Grandpa Hong can still help him arrange a good job, but he doesn't know when he will be with a few committee members. The children are mixed together, and at every turn, the red wine produced by the 'First City' manor, the latest electronic products imported by the 'Orange' company, and the high-end cars of the 'United Industry', which level and position can he enjoy?"
Shang Jianyao nodded solemnly:
"I think it's necessary for me to talk to these people and tell them to suffer first, enjoy later, and purify their ideals."
Good guy, is this going to be "mind-guided" directly? Jiang Baimian secretly "tsk".
Ding Ling couldn't understand why Shang Jianyao had such a strong sense of responsibility and initiative, and it had nothing to do with him.
"Uh." She pondered for a while and said, "It is human nature to pursue a better life. When they are a little older and have a sense of responsibility, they should get better."
Ding Ling was about to say, "We will handle our affairs ourselves, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao looked disappointed.
…
In the "Landscape Hotel", Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Genava took turns to guard the window, monitoring their own jeeps parked in sight.
"The team leader and the others don't know when they will be able to come back..." After replacing Bai Chen, Long Yuehong whispered to herself and looked out.
It is summer now, and the hotel has no energy-wasting industrial products such as air conditioners. He feels that standing in the window and blowing the air is more comfortable than staying deep in the room and being enveloped by the sultry heat.
Looking at random, Long Yuehong suddenly saw a strange person.
He was wearing a "Salvation Army" black uniform that was quickly whitening, leaning forward slightly, and wearing a gray-white deep-bottomed aluminum pan on his head, only showing below the nose.
The group of neuropathy? Long Yuehong quickly recalled a similar person and Ding Ling's comments she met when she first entered the city.
What he was wondering now was why such a neuropathy appeared in the "Pigma Hotel".
"Xiao, Xiaobai, Laoge, there is a situation." Long Yuehong quickly turned around and summoned his companions.
He was afraid that he would miss something by himself.
When Bai Chen and Genova walked to the window, Long Yuehong noticed that the neuropathy who was wearing the aluminum pot was walking very slowly, and this seemed to be because he could only see the area beside his feet—this person's aluminum pot was more than that of his feet. The two the "Old Tune Group" had previously met were bigger and deeper.
On the way forward, the person with the aluminum pot came to the "Old Tunes Group" Jeep.
when!
He slammed his head into it unprepared, and sat back on the ground dizzy.
Uh... For some unknown reason, something called Pengci suddenly appeared in Long Yuehong's mind in the old world entertainment materials.
"Would you like to take a look?" Seeing that the person wearing the aluminum pot didn't stand up for a while, Long Yuehong asked Bai Chen worriedly.
Bai Chen thought for a few seconds and said:
"Can."
She turned to Genova and said:
"Lao Ge, stay here and help us monitor the situation around us."
"Okay." Genova is definitely a trusted partner in this regard.
After getting the answer, Bai Chen slammed his hands, turned out the window, and fell to the ground in three or two strokes, relying on the pipes and protruding parts outside.
Since the genetic modification project "Firearm Talent", her reaction, judgment, and coordination have been greatly improved, and she performed well even on non-professional bare-handed climbing buildings.
Also, this is only the third floor.
Long Yuehong, who was not wearing a military exoskeleton device, followed Bai Chen tremblingly, and also "rapidly descended" to the outside of the first floor.
His movements are relatively rigid and less natural.
Bai Chen turned around, saw this scene, and nodded lightly:
"I still want to help you."
"It's not too difficult." Long Yuehong unconsciously retracted her stomach and raised her chest.
Bai Chen didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the jeep of his team.
The man wearing the gray-white aluminum pot was still sitting there, not getting up, giving him the feeling that he had suffered a concussion from the collision just now.
Long Yuehong squatted down a little worriedly and asked:
"How is it, is it okay?"
The man did not answer him.
Long Yuehong raised her head sideways, looked at Bai Chen, pointed to the aluminum pot, and asked whether to take it off with body language, to see the status of the target.
Bai Chen nodded slightly, saying yes.
She always felt that the group of people Ding Ling called neurotic might be hiding some secrets, not as absurd and funny as they appeared.
Although the "Old Tune Group" has no idea of interfering in the internal affairs of the "Salvation Army", it is necessary to guard against others.
Long Yuehong no longer hesitated, stretched out her hands, held down the gray-white aluminum pot, and lifted it up.
The sun shone on the head that was originally hidden in the aluminum pot.
He is an old man with messy white hair, and the skin on his face is like tree bark, with obvious wrinkles.
Panting lightly, the old man whose eyes were slightly out of focus instantly regained his senses. He subconsciously raised his arm and blocked it in front of his face:
"What are you doing! What are you doing!
"Are you the evil spirits sent by the fallen ones? Give me back the pot!"
The other party's hurried tone and fierce reaction far exceeded Long Yuehong's expectations, and he put the aluminum pot down again in a moment of embarrassment.
The old man who was protected by the aluminum pot gradually recovered his calmness, stretched out his hand and groped the ground, and slowly stood up.
"I'm sorry, we're just watching you fall here and worry about what's wrong." Long Yuehong explained apologetically, "I don't know who you are referring to as the fallen, we are foreign ruin hunters, and we plan to Use your 'Salvation Army' to go to the ice field."
The old man's waist was quite stiff, and although he was old, he didn't look hunched:
"It's the outsiders that are more suspicious, so that I lose my protection and are secretly controlled by someone using instruments, so that the group of fallen people will not be suspected."
Sure enough, he was one of those people who were worried about brain control... Long Yuehong was completely determined.
Bai Chen took the initiative to change the topic:
"Why do you think that those groups are fallen people and were secretly controlled by someone using instruments?"
The old man snorted:
"Isn't that obvious
"In these years, they forgot to save the human beings on the dusty soil who have not been freed from hunger and cold, forgot that all people are equal, there is no distinction between high and low, and they forgot that everyone made an oath not to use the power in their hands to eat more Excessive occupation, sleeping with other people's wives and daughters, forgetting to restrain their own family members, preventing them from reselling materials and meddling in various affairs, causing public resentment and corruption!
"I scolded them face to face, but they said I was stubborn, my brain was rigid, I didn't know how to adapt, I couldn't see the trend of development, and I was destined to be abandoned by the times."
The old man wearing the aluminum pan took a breath and raised his voice a little:
"I see, it's them who have the problem, they must have been controlled by their minds, and they are so self-deprecating that they have forgotten their original ideals!
"Yes, they must be brain controlled!"