Cloud City!
Yuncheng belongs to the first-tier prosperous city of Dahua, and it is also a famous seaside city in Dahua for economy, culture, commerce and tourism.
The four seasons are distinct, the climate is pleasant, many tourist attractions, and the famous Gobi Beach attract the attention of countless tourists, come to play around.
Every year, there is an endless stream of tourists to and from Cloud City, which adds a lot of economic benefits to this prosperous and prosperous city.
When the night gradually shrouded this bustling city, although the busy streets and people came and went on the feasting streets, there were obviously fewer vehicles and people than the noisy daytime.
The god-level base camp is established in the commercial and financial center, covering an area of more than 20 acres, which can be described as taking advantage.
In the god-level base camp, more than ten acres of land are used to build training grounds, and the remaining acres are used to build buildings, including information buildings, fitness buildings, office buildings, apartments, and canteens.
When Ling Shanshan brought everyone here, everyone looked at the buildings here, a little confused.
Didn’t it mean there were only seven people? How come there are so many buildings
Ling Shanshan seemed to have seen everyone's thoughts and took the initiative to explain, "The buildings here are all prepared for us to perform tasks, such as the intelligence building, which is specifically responsible for collecting and sorting information.
And the people working inside are the best intelligence agents and spy agents of the god-level special forces. Some of them are soldiers, some are graduate students, and some are doctoral students. "
After listening to Ling Shanshan's explanation, everyone realized that it turned out that they thought things too simple.
"This apartment is our dormitory. Each one has one bedroom and two living rooms. It has prepared new daily necessities for you. Computers, TVs and air-conditioning are available. The casual clothes and footwear that you wear on weekdays are in the cabinet.
That building is a fitness building, used for recreation and fitness on weekdays... ”
Ling Shanshan introduced as she walked, her expression was indifferent from beginning to end, and there was no smile on her face.
"Thor, do you think it seems that some of you are here to enjoy the blessing, not to perform the task." Meng Niu looked at the surrounding buildings, and said a little excited.
"Haha!" Qiao Jun smiled noncommitantly. If everyone came to the God-level Special Forces team to enjoy the blessings, would it still be necessary to stir up the crowd like this? Don’t you notice the hidden danger here? Do you think that the six special warfare personnel who were sacrificed were eating dry food
"What are you laughing at?" Mengniu asked strangely.
"I laugh at you for keeping your mind and thinking about things too simple." Qiao Jun said angrily.
"I'll just talk about it casually." Meng Niu touched his head a little embarrassingly.
"The cafeteria is here, everyone goes to the cafeteria to eat first, then goes to the apartment building management office to pick up their keys, get up at six in the morning to wash, eat breakfast at six thirty, and gather at the playground at seven for physical training!
Now, let’s have dinner. Eight dishes and one soup are ready for you. "
Ling Shanshan walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, looked at everyone who had lined up automatically, and said coldly.
"Yes!" the six stood up and responded.
Ling Shanshan nodded and turned around to leave...
"Captain, don't you eat anymore?" Murong Xue asked quickly.
"Stop eating, I have to go to the chief to report on today's work! At the same time, I will get you the necessary identification certificates." Ling Shanshan finished coldly, turned and left valiantly.
"Be vigorous and resolute! This beautiful captain is not easy!" Meng Niu exclaimed as he looked at Ling Shanshan's back.
"Or else, they are the captain." The bitter gourd monk curled his lips, then looked at Qiao Jun, "Brother Thor, let's go, eight dishes and one soup, I have been in the bitter gourd for almost six years, and I have never enjoyed it. It’s a hot treatment after eight dishes."
"Okay, let's have a full meal first, and then take a good night's sleep." Qiao Jun said and walked to the canteen door first. Others followed suit.
"Comrades, waiting for you for a long time, go, please in the private room inside!" As soon as the six entered the canteen, a middle-aged man in a chef's uniform rushed over enthusiastically.
This person's surname is Zhou, and everyone calls him Chef Zhou. He is honest, kind, and honest. He has been a chef here for nearly five years. He is not only exquisite in cooking, but also popular.
But who can know that this is just his appearance, he has an unknown identity.
"Brother, I made you wait a long time." Qiao Jun said politely, but his eyes suddenly sharpened at this moment, as if he had discovered something that made him difficult to understand.
"Hahaha, it's okay! For heroes like you, waiting for an hour or two, it is an honor for my Zhou Shenghao!"
Chef Zhou laughed, and he looked very good.
"Hehe, Brother Zhou, I will do you here in the future, you should take care of us a lot!" Qiao Jun said with a smile while walking side by side with Chef Zhou. But what he was thinking in his heart, others would not know.
"Haha, brother, I can see that you are very talkative, so there is no need to say more about the efficiency of work. Don't worry! Don't worry! We are here for you 24 hours a day, steamed buns, meals, enough care! As long as you want What to eat, let me know in advance and I will cook it for you!" Chef Zhou laughed, and the influence on Qiao Jun deepened rapidly.
"Brother Zhou, thank you very much, as long as you have difficulties, you can always find me, if I can help, I will try my best." Qiao Jun smiled.
During the conversation, a few people had already arrived in the private room, and six random people sat down around the round table.
"Brother Zhou, are you going to pick up the dust for us?" After sitting down, Meng Niu looked at the brand new tableware on the table and said.
"From now on, you will be the patron saint of Yuncheng. How can you do without washing the dust for you?" Chef Zhou said.
Hey! Brother Zhou, you are complimenting us. We dare not be the patron saint, the police here are the real patron saint. "Mengniu said with a smile.
"Hahaha, you are all patron saints! Can you eat now?" Chef Zhou laughed.
"Troubled Brother Zhou, we have been driving for several hours and we are really hungry!" Meng Niu said. Everyone else smiled at Chef Zhou.
"Okay, then I will ask someone to bring you the food." Chef Zhou said as he was about to leave.
But he was stopped by bitter gourd and asked eagerly: "Brother Zhou, do you have any wine?"
"No! The leader of the army stipulated that everyone here is not allowed to drink. Neither can you!" Chef Zhou said.
"Oh, hey, I thought I could drink a little wine when I came to the city. But isn't this suffocating me to death?" The bitter gourd monk said with a sad face.
"Have you been a monk?" Chef Zhou asked.
But no one noticed the disappointment in his eyes.
"Being, before..."
Before the bitter gourd monk had finished speaking, he was stopped by Qiao Jun, "Brother Zhou, you should serve the food, we are starving to death."
"Good!" Chef Zhou glanced at Qiao Jun with a deep look, before turning around and leaving the private room.
After he left, Qiao Jun looked at Bitter Gourd and said, "Bitter Gourd will be careful when we speak. We are not familiar with the place here. It is hard to guarantee that we will lose sight. If the chef is a spy this week, how do you think we are? How long can one stay here?" (End of this chapter)