Vol 2 Chapter 125: go away

Another day later, in the morning, Han Wanghuo drove the tattered off-road vehicle to the hotel camp.
"This is all the ‘mechanical heaven’ information I can collect." He handed a stack of paper to Jiang Baimian, who was wearing a delicate monk mask.
Jiang Baimian didn't look in a hurry, just glanced at it and asked:
"Did the Song alerter ever look for you?"
"I have talked about it." Han Wanghuo nodded slightly, "but there is no need anymore."
I can see that you are a very right-minded and determined person... Jiang Baimian replied in his heart.
As she considered her language, Shang Jianyao had already interrupted and asked:
"Where are you going next?"
"Why are you asking this?" Although Han Wanghuo is not a believer of the vigilant sect, he instinctively asked a question under the influence of Hongshiji for many years.
Moreover, it is the habit of experienced relic hunters not to easily reveal their own travels.
Shang Jian Yao answered calmly:
"We want to observe you."
"Huh?" Han Wanghuo was a little confused.
Shang Jianyao further explained:
"As a friend, is it not normal to observe your life and care about your state?"
"Friend..." Han Wanghuo repeated this word in a low voice, seemingly surprised.
After a few seconds, he laughed at himself:
"I should go to Prime City.
"There are more opportunities and a more complex environment, which is more suitable for people like me."
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"I heard that the Senate also specializes in raising a subordinate army."
This army is hated, discriminated against, and rejected by the citizens of the "prime city" and can only be firmly attached to those in power in the Senate. Otherwise, once they are abandoned, they will either not be able to get out of the original city alive, or they will collectively "move" to the mining area. .
As a result, those in power in the Senate obtained an army that was loyal, obedient, and capable of fighting.
"It has nothing to do with me." Han Wanghuo replied briefly.
He immediately said:
"I should be going."
"Go back to the original city to find you!" Shang Jianyao waved his right hand, looking reluctant.
Han Wanghuo took a few steps, thought for a moment, paused, turned his head, and nodded invisibly:
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen all responded.
Han Wanghuo breathed out slowly, opened the door of the off-road vehicle, and got into the driver's seat.
He drove the car, in the ruins of the city, all the way west, and reached an open area by the lake.
There were many target plates erected here, and a member of the famous town guard took turns shooting at them.
In this process, they sometimes use prone position, sometimes change squatting position, and sometimes change standing position, constantly improving their firearms level in different states.
Seeing Han Wanghuo getting out of the car and coming over, the members of the town guard in the rest area shouted at the same time:
"The Korean team."
Some members speak Honghe language.
Han Wang was taken aback when he heard it, and then said with a slight smile:
"How are you doing?"
He repeated his question again in Honghe language to show fairness.
The expressionless Tan Jie took two steps forward:
"Everyone's level has improved a lot during this period. It is more effective to practice together and communicate with each other."
In the past three years, due to the contradictions between the Greyspeakers and the Honghe people, and everyone’s belief in vigilance and hiding, Han Wanghuo has exhausted all his efforts and failed to organize a unified training. He can only divide the time period and let The members of the town guard took turns to practice.
After this attack by the murloc and mountain monster coalition forces, the residents of Redstone Market seemed to be stimulated. They are no longer so extreme. They can barely get together and communicate while practicing. After all, many of their relatives and friends just fell like that. In front of him, the corpse was broken, blood flowed, and it was more miserable than ever before.
Thanks to Han Wanghuo's idea of ​​mixing the Greys and Red Rivers in formation, their interdependence and mutual help in the critical situation of the war finally brought a little trust.
Han Wanghuo showed a little smile again:
"Not bad."
At this time, a red river man with brown hair came out and said:
"The Korean team is tight on ammunition now."
It’s not that the town guard’s ammunition is insufficient, but that they have to set aside a share to guard against sudden attacks by sub-human coalition forces and bandit groups. It is not enough that they can be allocated to live ammunition practice.
Han Wang was nodded lightly:
"Send someone to find Anherbas, he said, to make a contribution to the town."
Upon hearing these words, no matter it was from Red River or Grayspeaker, all the town guard members present laughed.
Although Han Wanghuo only used Honghe language this time, the gray speakers here can understand more or less.
"Yes, the Korean team!" After several members of the town guards laughed, they responded firmly.
After talking about this matter, Han Wanghuo walked towards the shooting range, and Tan Jie followed him.
"After this time, they really recognized you as the captain. Your line of defense is the worst place." Tan Jie said without expression.
Han Wanghuo was silent and did not respond.
He went all the way, and all the way, the players who had completed the shooting practice turned their bodies and greeted him:
"The Korean team."
"The Korean team."
"The Korean team."
...
Han Wanghuo walked to the end and closed his eyes.
He turned around, looked up, and saw the red river man with different hair colors and the gray voice with black hair and brown eyes gathered together. Although their attitudes are very strange to each other, and there are strong guards, but they will exchange a few words from time to time.
Withdrawing his gaze, Han Wanghuo said to Tan Jie:
"Look at them."
"Okay." Tan Jie watched Han Wanghuo go around the shooting range and walked towards his black off-road vehicle step by step.
After getting in the car, Han Wanghuo sat quietly for dozens of seconds before starting the car and drove to Hongshiji.
After entering the underground and parking the car, he looked ahead, took a silent breath, and exhaled slowly.
Then, he opened the door and got out of the car, entered the interior of Redstone Ji, and went down the escalator all the way.
When passing by an advertising box left over from the old world, he bent his finger and tapped the lower surface.
"Is there a situation?" Han Wanghuo asked amidst the reverberating movement of Dangdang.
"No, it's normal." A voice came out from the metal advertising box.
Han Wanghuo let out an "um":
"Remember to rest and take turns."
After speaking, he walked to the escalator leading to the lowest level.
At this moment, the security officer in the metal advertising box added another sentence:
"Team Korea, good morning!"
Han Wangjou paused, then turned around slowly, and said with a slight smile:
"good morning."
The escalator began to descend, and Han Wanghuo arrived at the police station.
Weller was not there, there were only two security guards hiding in the place.
Han Wanghuo walked to his desk, stared for a moment, and slowly took out a letter from his pocket.
He solemnly put the letter on the table and pressed the cup with no water on it.
His gaze swept over the familiar tables and chairs, benches, chandeliers, stationery and walls, slowly and carefully.
Phew, he exhaled, twisted his body, and walked out of the door.
As he went up the escalator, Han Wanghuo raised his head and looked around this seemingly empty and deserted market town.
Out of the market town, he drove the tattered cross-country car all the way to the northwest of the ruins of the city.
I don't know how long it took, the hills on the edge of the ruins caught his eye.
Han Wang stepped on the brakes like a conditioned reflex and stopped off-road.
He sat in the driver's seat and cast his gaze in the rearview mirror.
In the rearview mirror, the edge of the ruins of the dilapidated and silent city was bathed in the winter sun near noon, as if put on a light golden coat.
After watching for a long time, Han Wang got his gaze back, touched the rifle next to him, and raised his right foot that was stepping on the brake.
As the vehicle drove again, he saw separated hills and deserted fields ahead.
The off-road vehicle ran on the unmanned dust.
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After receiving relevant materials from "Machinery Paradise", the "Old Tune Team" and a group of four came to the Vigilance Church to bid farewell to Song He.
They participated in the requiem ceremony held here last night, praying for the people who died in the previous war.
The vigilant sect’s requiem ceremony has no hiding links, but everyone wears a mask, like a sad fancy dress banquet.
Shang Jian Yao was not disappointed because of this, and he took part in it seriously.
After leaving the church and getting into the jeep, Long Yuehong was about to speak, and suddenly saw a few and a half-old children playing in the collapsed building nearby.
There was Viel with soft yellow hair inside.
"Hehe, I almost thought he was an adult." If it weren't for this scene, Long Yuehong would have forgotten Vier's age.
The mysterious whereabouts and weird words of this big boy always make people forget his age.
Moreover, he who likes to see the reality from the pipe world does show a maturity beyond his peers.
"This guy probably has a problem, but we are not the local sheriff. We have to investigate if we have any problems." Jiang Baimian laughed.
At this time, Bai Chen launched the Jeep.
Shang Jianyao turned his head and looked at the vigilant church, as if he didn't want to leave.
"What are you still missing?" Jiang Baimian asked casually.
Shang Jianyao replied solemnly:
"I haven't allowed the murlocs, mountain monsters, dust people, and Honghe people here to live in peace."
Jiang Baimian was silent for a moment:
"This must have time to settle, and the Song warning person also has the intention in this regard.
"Besides, it's not that we won't be here anymore. When we walk back from the'machine paradise', we still have to pass by here.
"At that time, you can do what you want to do according to the situation."
Shang Jian Yao thought for a while and suddenly became excited:
"Then I want to say to everyone at Redstone Collection:
"We are back again!"
They may not be welcome... Long Yuehong slandered in her heart~EbookFREE.me~Because they had already packed their belongings, they did not return to the hotel camp, and drove the jeep towards the south.
Goal: "Mechanical Paradise".
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Outside the vigilant church, a boy about the same age as Vier sat on the edge of the collapsed building and complained:
"Why didn't you come when my father was buried? Are we still friends?"
The half-old boy has dark green eyes.
Viel, who was also sitting on the edge of the collapsed building, pouted and said:
"You don't know, I don't like him very much. He always laughs at my height."
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