This time, the reply from "Pangu creatures" was quite fast:
"Get all the items and follow the 'Salvation Army' plan."
"That's the same as saying nothing." Long Yuehong, who has always been loyal to the company, couldn't help complaining.
To be honest, he didn't expect the company to provide substantial help. After all, he was far away from 108,000 miles. Unless "Pangu Creatures" mastered fantasy technologies such as space folding, curvature navigation, and wormhole shuttle, he could only watch.
What Long Yuehong originally hoped was that the company would give some available "New World" powerhouse information, or let the intelligence personnel lurking in the "Salvation Army" do some assistance.
As a result, nothing!
After changing his mind, he found a good reason for "Pangu Biology" - the company did not have much information on the "New World" powerhouses, and there was no "Old Tune Group" that could fight the "New World" returnees, and the "Salvation Army" "Strict scrutiny, no intelligence personnel in the company can successfully lurk, or even if they join the "Salvation Army", they can only linger on the edge and can't play a role.
At this time, Long Yuehong heard a rustling sound.
He turned his head to the side and saw Shang Jianyao took out a neatly folded piece of paper.
"This is?" Long Yuehong made a puzzled voice.
Shang Jianyao smiled back:
"Another preparation."
Another preparation... Jiang Baimian had a bad premonition.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Jianyao unfolded the piece of paper, revealing the various patterns depicted on it.
"The Heavens Hold the Years Blessing Picture"!
Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Jiang Baimian all fell into silence, watching Shang Jianyao put the "Zhutians Blessing of the Years" on the table, bowing, bowing again, bowing three times.
"What kind of preparation is this?" the honest Genava asked.
"Pray for your blessing." Shang Jianyao replied sternly, "As the saying goes, if you are ready to sharpen your guns, you will be unhappy."
You also know it's a shotgun! Jiang Baimian roared in his heart.
However, she is still looking forward to it:
The "Old Tune Group" has been watched by many seniors, and they may carry the chips of one or several of them. In theory, they will be more or less blessed to a certain extent.
Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that all the seniors are spreading the net. In that case, if the "old tune group" can't survive the "doctor" level and can't get to the predetermined "place", they will definitely not get additional help. .
After Shang Jian Yao finished worshiping the "All Heavens Holding the Year of Blessing", he put away the paper, Jiang Baimian signaled to Long Yuehong and others to put the radio transceiver into the box, and will be equipped with a military exoskeleton device. , on the back of the crate of the bionic intelligent armor, he frowned slightly and said:
"I'm only worried now that Commissioner Huang's plan will not achieve its purpose.
"Do you still remember the 'assassin'? She is a subordinate of the 'Doctor' and is good at hiding herself. Now maybe she is hiding somewhere nearby, collecting information for the 'Doctor'. At that time, we will sleep with Wu Bei. It will not be a secret which team the 'doctor' joined, and the 'Doctor' can easily lock the target without betting."
"Assassin's abilities and the corresponding price, we told Commissioner Huang before that he should be on guard." Bai Chen is not too worried about this, "The Salvation Army should have a way and ability to avoid such a spy."
The price of that "assassin" is symmetrical obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Yes, yes." Long Yuehong quickly agreed.
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly:
"Too.
"You can remind Commissioner Huang later."
The "Old Tune Team" who had been prepared for a long time quickly packed up their belongings and lost their lives behind them. They planned to go downstairs later, go straight to the jeep, and stuff all the things in. Then, according to the arrangement of Commissioner Huang, they mixed with the others. Mali, leave Wubei along the Moon Lin River.
Before long, they heard a loud, noisy clatter.
Jiang Baimian looked up and saw seven or eight dark black armed helicopters flying over from far to near.
They landed one after another in the empty parking lot of the "Zidi Hotel".
"Is that so..." Jiang Baimian's heart moved, and he probably understood Commissioner Huang's strategy.
These helicopters have their logos painted over, and there is almost no difference in appearance. After several teams go up, as soon as they fly into the air and intersperse back and forth, the "assassins" on the ground can't distinguish the "old-tone team" from the Ukrainian team. Which helicopter was the sleeping Beibei on
She can't follow a car and stick to the back of a helicopter, it's a speed limit, it's a height issue.
Moreover, the space of the helicopter is limited, and after it is filled with personnel and equipment, there is no way to squeeze another "invisible person", which excludes the possibility of the opponent mixing into the correct team.
Well, the "assassin" can also hold the landing gear of the helicopter and follow it up into the air, but Commissioner Huang should prevent this... Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief and said to several team members:
"Okay, let's go down.
"Looks like we'll have to say goodbye to our jeeps for now."
Obviously, the "Old Tune Team" will be evacuated by one of the helicopters, and when it is safe, their jeeps will be driven by the "Salvation Army" to rendezvous.
"Yes, team leader!" Shang Jianyao and others responded in unison.
Then, they followed Jiang Baimian, carrying tactical backpacks and different crates, went out the door, and went down the stairs to the bottom floor.
At this moment, there are already many more trolleys in the parking lot of the "Cinderella Hotel". Hundreds of "Salvation Army" soldiers in black uniforms are standing in an orderly manner near the back door of the hotel.
In addition to them, there are also a similar number of administrative officers and staff in blue and sharp clothes.
Jiang Baimian glanced over and saw two acquaintances, one was Hong Guangming, director of the immigration department in Wubei, and the other was hotel manager Shen Kang.
These people are not standing so neatly, and their expressions are different, which is indescribable.
"Director Hong, why did Commissioner Huang suddenly ask us to gather here?" Shen Kang knew Hong Guangming, and asked with a suppressed voice.
In his opinion, Director Hong is an old subordinate of Commissioner Huang and should know something.
With a height of less than 1.7 meters, Hong Guangming, whose left arm and right leg have undergone mechano-electronic transformation, touched his sparse white hair, and replied with a bad temper:
"You ask me, who do I ask?"
Shen Kang was still uneasy:
"Isn't he going to investigate us? If there is no problem, follow the army, and if there is a problem, be the cannon fodder..."
Hong Guangming turned around and glared at Shen Kangdao:
"What's the problem? What could be wrong
"Everything here is done by us with one knife and one shot, what's the problem with taking more benefits
"Save all mankind? Who still believes this these days? It's just shouting slogans! Look at the people above, most of them don't believe it anymore. Everyone can see how their children are doing!"
Shen Kang looked at Hong Guangming's mechano-electronic left arm and right leg, he didn't dare to respond, he could only mutter in his heart:
Didn't you believe it with all your heart
During the conversation between the two, Commissioner Huang walked to the steps with the staff and security guards beside him.
To the young soldiers in black uniforms and the government officials in blue, he said in an unusually loud voice:
"Everyone, now there is a daunting task of picking people from among you.
"This mission is very dangerous, but don't worry, I'll take part in it myself!"
Seeing a pair of eyes looking at him, Commissioner Huang nodded and added with a serious expression:
"I can't deceive you, according to our 'Salvation Army' tradition, similar tasks must be clearly explained in advance.
"Among them, I can't tell you about confidentiality regulations. I can only tell you that this mission is of great importance and will affect the foundation of our 'Salvation Army', and its degree of danger is..."
Having said this, Commissioner Huang paused before saying:
"Ten dead without life!"
He didn't mention that only two or three of them were like this, and the others could still survive. After all, no one could tell which two or three teams would be destroyed.
Hearing the ten dead, the whole parking lot suddenly became a little bit in an uproar.
Those "Salvation Army" soldiers who were originally well-disciplined had expressions of panic and fear on their young faces.
They are willing to accept orders and fight the enemy, but it does not mean that they will not be afraid and do not want to retreat when faced with a mortal task.
Government officials who have been out of front-line combat for many years or have never experienced it are even more unbearable. They have turned their attention to those soldiers, as if to say that this is your business, don't implicate us.
Commissioner Huang's eyes swept across the faces, and he sighed silently:
"This time, we are voluntary, and those who are willing to stand up will be rewarded according to the highest standards, and your family will also receive corresponding preferential treatment.
"Okay, those who are willing to participate in this mission, dequeue to the left!"
The whole parking lot suddenly fell into a dead silence. Many people looked at me and looked at you, but their legs were weak and it was difficult to take that step.
After dozens of seconds, only a few people showed their willingness to join.
Just then, someone shouted loudly:
"Old Huang, don't embarrass these young children, leave it to us old immortals!"
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others followed the sound and saw twenty or thirty people wearing different styles of aluminum pans walking into the parking lot.
The leader was Mr. Zhang, who was in the uniform of the "Salvation Army" and was starched to the point of turning white.
Zhang Lao walked to the front of the team step by step, and turned towards Commissioner Huang.
Then, he removed the aluminum pot from his head, revealing his white-haired, wrinkled head.
He looked at Commissioner Huang and laughed at himself:
"Many people think that we old guys are conservative, stubborn, rigid, and have psychological problems. They wish we would die sooner. Now it is just as they wished to use some residual heat."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Lao's expression became solemn, and he put his feet together and said:
"Captain Huang, Zhang Wangyuan of the second battalion is reporting!"
Following him, the "Salvation Army" veterans wearing aluminum pots successively removed the aluminum pots that blocked their eyes and "protected" their heads, stood up straight, and shouted loudly:
"Captain Huang, Liu Ming of the regiment is reporting!"
"Captain Huang, the third battalion and the fourth company, Zhou Kaiqi, report!"
…
Standing in the ranks of government officials, Hong Guangming looked at the familiar faces, and his expression suddenly became quite dazed.
He seemed to be back at the beginning, back to the time when the blood was still burning.
Commissioner Huang was also in a trance for a moment, and then nodded with emotion.
His already very upright body became more straight, his feet retracted, and his legs were raised together.
Seeing this scene, Hong Guangming's mind buzzed for a while, only to feel that the blood in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
He limped out of the team and solemnly saluted Commissioner Huang:
"Captain Huang, Hong Guangming of the second battalion is reporting!"
Commissioner Huang sighed in relief, then stretched out his right hand with a solemn expression and pressed it against his left chest.
Then, looking around, he shouted loudly:
"For all mankind!"
Zhang Lao, Hong Guangming and others raised their right hands, pressed their left chests, and responded in unison with the most solemn and pious attitude:
"For all mankind!"
The young "Salvation Army" soldiers and those government officials looked at this scene blankly, unable to regain their senses for a short time.
At this moment, at the feet of Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a black trench coat and black sunglasses, a small speaker with a blue background and a black face sang hoarsely:
"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness
"I don't want to live underground forever
"Material Deception
"The ants in a hurry
"No ideal person is not sad
"He's not sad!" (Note 1)
Note 1: Quoted from "No ideal person is not sad", New Pants Band