Embers Ad Infinitum

"He was caught." As the sapphire blue jeep turned, Shang Jianyao also saw the situation over there, "His performance art is not good."

Jiang Baimian was also a little surprised, but not shocked:

"You often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet? He comes out from time to time to sneak around the Sheriff and engage in performance art. Sooner or later, he will overturn. Well, there are quite a lot of strong people in the 'Hand of Order', and their abilities are also good. "

Bai Chen deeply agreed with this:

"Last time, I felt that he was dancing on one foot on the edge of a cliff. It might be okay once or twice, but if he does it a few more times, there will definitely be problems.

"The main question now is how the 'Behavior Order' will react."

"Let's have a grand, rich and diverse 'performance art' exhibition." Shang Jianyao gave his guess seriously.

When he said this, Long Yuehong's thoughts suddenly stopped.

Pictures of running naked, eating shit, and walking upside down appeared in his mind.

With such a passion for performance art, how does this cult ensure its survival? From this perspective, Long Yuehong intuitively believed that the "Behavioral Cult" was certainly not simple.

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"No matter how the Behavior Order reacts, this matter will not end so easily.

"I hope it will involve a large number of people and completely intensify the conflict."

Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian was startled:

"Perhaps Demis has been walking the Sheriff and doing performance art for this purpose...

"This may not be his own intention, but someone took advantage of his hobbies and habits."

What Jiang Baimian means is that there are also people working hard to intensify conflicts.

For the "Old Tune Group", this is a change worth looking forward to.

Only in troubled waters can you fish.

The jeep circled most of the way and once again arrived at the area around Antana Street and found the safe house that Han Wanghuo had secretly prepared.

This is located on the second floor of an old apartment. The building in front has a bathroom, and there are other houses on the sides and back, which are also mainly occupied by people.

At this time, the sky was dark and night was coming, accompanied by moderate to heavy rain.

Summer is like this, the rain comes and stops when it comes.

The safe house prepared by Han Wanghuo was not big, with only one bedroom, the living room and the kitchen coexisting, with a narrow bathroom barely separated.

Compared with when he first arrived on the surface, Long Yuehong is now more experienced. Although Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao did not warn him, before entering the room, he still pressed his right hand to his waist, always ready. Dodge and counterattack.

The room was slightly damp, but nothing unusual.

Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his hand to the wall beside the door, and pressed the switch.

Snapped.

No lights were on, only the dim glow outside the window and the flashlight in Shang Jianyao's hand illuminated the general outline of the room.

"There's a power outage?" Long Yuehong said to herself not too unexpectedly.

This is a common occurrence in the Green Olive District.

Power outages and water outages are inevitable life experiences for every resident here.

Jiang Baimian, who was walking at the back of the team, looked around and pointed outside:

"There's electricity there."

She meant the opposite door.

You can see that there is a yellowish light flowing out from the bottom of the wooden door.

"It makes no sense that we are the only ones in the same building who have a power outage..." Long Yuehong expressed confusion.

Bai Chen glanced at him and said calmly:

"I have to pay the electricity bill."

"..." Long Yuehong was stunned at first, and then thought that this might be the truth.

After Han Wanghuo secretly rented this room, in order to ensure concealment and safety, he must rarely come here. It is completely understandable that he defaulted on the electricity bill.

"That's right." Long Yuehong looked back at Bai Chen, "But you seem to be very sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shang Jianyao, who was responsible for opening the door, pointing to the ground.

Looking along the trail, Long Yuehong found several pieces of paper.

Under the light of Shang Jianyao's flashlight, Long Yuehong read out the name of one of the pictures:

"Electricity Bill Payment Notice"

"Is there any notice?" Jiang Baimian said in a funny voice as he closed the door.

You know, the majority of residents in Green Olive District are illiterate.

"Usually, we call for payment at your doorstep. If you haven't found someone for a long time, you will be notified of arrears." Bai Chen explained simply.

As for whether the other party can understand it, that is not something that the power department needs to consider.

Jiang Baimian nodded gently:

"Where can I pay my electricity bill at this point?"

Uh... This question made Long Yuehong suddenly feel a little bit unspeakable and absurd.

My team had done a lot of great things some time ago. They were offered a bounty of hundreds of thousands Ole and even led a group of bandits to attack the regular army in the "First City". But now they were discussing how to pay the owed electricity bill.

"It's tomorrow." Bai Chen gave the answer.

Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and said to Shang Jianyao:

"You and Xiaohong go and reconnect the circuit and get some electricity from the public network.

"living comfortably without anybody's help!"

This was not within the company. Jiang Baimian was not shy when talking about stealing electricity.

Anyway, they have not passed on the cost to the surrounding civilians, and they will pay the owed electricity bill tomorrow.

As a human being, you must know how to be flexible, otherwise how can you perform tasks?

After Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were busy, the incandescent light in the room finally turned on.

The sky outside is getting darker and darker, and the rain is still falling.

"There's no need to go to the streets to find food. Just make a meal yourself." Jiang Baimian looked at the scene outside the window and made a suggestion.

Shang Jianyao and others naturally had no objection.

They carried several canned meats, several packages of instant noodles and several dehydrated vegetable packages from the trunk of the Jeep, and started making dinner on the induction cooker.

——There are many hunters in the original city's ruins, and there are also many troops out on missions. There is a market for similar convenience foods, forming a complete industrial chain. The "Old Adjustment Team" is a team with rich experience in wild survival. No matter what time it is, , will ensure that you have a batch of easy-to-store food at hand.

The instant noodles, which are chunky and delicious beef and garnished with many vegetables, are quickly cooked, and a rich and strange aroma wafts throughout the room.

Since there were only two stools at the dining table, Shang Jianyao packed his lunch box with food and walked to the window, eating while looking outside.

Long Yuehong followed his example and came to the window.

He ate a piece of beef, took a sip of noodle soup, and then looked out the window.

In the falling rain, in the deep and hazy darkness, the windows of the houses revealed a yellowish light that seemed to be exaggerating.

Under the light, there are figures moving around, wiping their heads, eating, holding children, or cuddling with each other.

On the street outside the house, there were many pedestrians passing by in a hurry. Some of them were holding umbrellas and raincoats, and some could only lower their heads and cover themselves with their hands.

From time to time, these pedestrians turned into a certain house and complained a few words to the figure who came to pick them up.

For some reason, Long Yuehong suddenly felt peaceful and warm.

After being silent for a while, he said to himself:

"We are looking forward to unrest in the First City. Isn't it bad?"

This will destroy many, many lives and futures.

Jiang Baimian put down his lunch box, stood up, walked to the window, and said seriously:

“It’s not something we’re not hoping for that won’t happen.”

Bai Chen swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth and glanced sideways at Long Yuehong:

"Even if there is no unrest, the future for many people here is at most two to three years, or less."

Antana Street is extremely close to the factory area.

This sentence ruthlessly shattered Long Yuehong's feelings.

Shang Jianyao also looked at Long Yuehong and said seriously:

"The 'Primal City' cannot save all mankind."

"..." Long Yuehong was speechless.

Jiang Baimian promptly smoothed things over:

"Eat quickly, the noodles are almost swollen."

"Yeah." Long Yuehong quickly turned her attention to the lunch box in her hand.

After the "old tune team" had eaten and drank enough, they took out their radio transceivers to see what new instructions the company had.

At the appointed time, the call from "Pangu Creatures" came as scheduled.

This time there was more content than usual. After Jiang Baimian translated one paragraph, he dictated another:

"The company praised our idea of ​​dividing into groups, and asked the team in the North Shore Wasteland to focus on intelligence collection, and let the team back in the Prime City try to contact 'Garibaldi'..."

ah? Isn't this the company's intelligence officer? Long Yuehong quickly recalled who "Garibaldi" was.

Bai Chen frowned and asked:

"Has he been caught? No, if he is caught, it should be a rescue, not a response."

Jiang Baimian nodded and continued decoding:

"After 'Garibaldi' received the notice from the company, he had no time to activate the plan, so he could only rely on having the enemy's key and hid directly in the enemy's house.

"He was afraid of being discovered and only stole a small amount of food and water every day. Now, he is almost out of what he is carrying and can't hold on any longer.

"Well, his enemy is called Old K."

After listening to this, Shang Jianyao praised "Garibaldi" with great appreciation:

"very creative."