Soon, "Garibaldi" Giuseppe was putting his arm around Shang Jianyao and joining in the labor of modifying the jeep's appearance.
Jiang Baimian watched their backs and silently exhaled a breath of relief.
With this "Reasoning Clown," when "Garibaldi" Giuseppe returned to the company to report for duty, no matter what happened, as long as he didn't encounter a "Last Man" domain Awakened who could review memories, he wouldn't leak the matter of Little Chong. After all, the two prerequisites for the "reasoning" to be established were "everyone had lived and died together" and "they were all employees of the company." This made the conclusion that "we belong to the same small team and should keep each other's secrets" seem unbreakable in a sense.
Of course, as long as it was a conclusion guided by the "Reasoning Clown," there was no guarantee that it wouldn't be cracked. Jiang Baimian simply felt that after "Garibaldi" Giuseppe entered "Pangu Biology," the surrounding environment and the various remarks he might hear would not be enough to overturn the "Reasoning Clown."
Before long, the emergency modification was completed, and the fashionable jewel-blue jeep once again blended into the crowd of cars.
Bai Chen drove Jiang Baimian and the others all the way to a safe house that the "Old Task Force" had previously prepared in the Red Wolf Zone.
This didn't help them escape from Sikaluo Temple or get rid of Zenana's control, so they hadn't even considered these extra safe houses at the time. They didn't have to worry about Zenana using "Telepathy" to grasp the corresponding locations and track them down afterward.
After parking the car and entering the house, Long Yuehong finally felt a little more at ease.
Jiang Baimian looked around and said:
"Remember to put on a disguise later. Also, we must go out tomorrow morning. On the one hand, we need to observe the direction of the citizen gathering in Hope Square to determine the follow-up plan. On the other hand, we need to get another radio transceiver or assemble it ourselves with the corresponding electronic components. In short, we have to report tonight's encounter to the company during working hours and notify Lao Ge and Lao Han at the agreed time to pay attention to the surrounding situation. We can't just guard against the people from 'First City.'"
The reason they weren't doing this tonight was because the contact time had already passed.
Although "Pangu Biology" had a telegraph operator on the night shift, Jiang Baimian thought it would be better to report tomorrow.
This further highlighted how difficult it was for them to escape from the hands of that "Mind Corridor" level Awakened, in order to conceal Little Chong's existence.
Moreover, various things had come one after another tonight, and Jiang Baimian herself had been affected by the Awakened's abilities many times, and she felt that her mind was not as clear as usual. She wanted to sleep for a while before carefully sorting things out and determining what should be reported and what shouldn't.
Her initial plan was:
To blur Little Chong's hissing into Wu Meng's hissing and push the "freeze" at the critical moment onto Du Heng, the mysterious antique scholar. Anyway, the other party arrived at the "freeze" scene not long after.
"Okay." Bai Chen had no objection to the team leader's arrangement.
Long Yuehong was a little timid:
"Team Leader, we don't really need to observe the direction of the citizen gathering at close range. If something bad really happens, we might be directly involved.
"We just want to take advantage of the chaos. We can wait until the chaos has expanded before considering what to do."
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly:
"I understand your concerns.
"What I mean by observing the direction is not observing at close range, but using the radio, television, and reactions of passersby to gather some intelligence and deduce the possible direction in the process of searching for a radio transceiver."
Long Yuehong immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
"That's great."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Now I know what it means to have heavens beyond the heavens and people beyond people.
"If that 'Mind Corridor' level Awakened hadn't been too cautious in the early stages, and we hadn't had some trump cards, we wouldn't have been able to survive at all. And Little Chong seems to be many times stronger than him. No wonder Du Heng said that he could destroy a city."
Upon hearing this, Bai Chen coldly replied to Long Yuehong:
"As long as we are still investigating the cause of the Old World's destruction and the origin of the 'Heartless Disease,' we will definitely encounter such powerful enemies in the future, and they will become stronger and more terrifying."
Hearing this sentence, Long Yuehong once again deeply realized the grand and arduous nature of the goal of investigating the cause of the Old World's destruction and the origin of the "Heartless Disease," as well as the small and fragile nature of the "Old Task Force" itself in comparison.
No wonder everyone felt that Shang Jianyao's catchphrase of "saving all mankind" was absurd and thought he was joking… Long Yuehong sighed in his heart.
Jiang Baimian was silent for a while, unable to speak.
Shang Jianyao nodded and said:
"So we have to work hard to improve ourselves.
"I can't wait to enter the 'Mind Corridor!'"
At this moment, he was still so confident and full of motivation.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian recalled the beginning.
Shang Jianyao said: Isn't this great? When everyone is down, negative, and desperate, there is still someone who maintains a smile and is full of enthusiasm…
He really fulfilled his promise… However, you still have room for improvement and possibilities, but we… do we really have no room for improvement and possibilities? Various thoughts rose and fell in Jiang Baimian's mind.
She pondered for a moment and said:
"No matter what, let's get through this first, or we will die in First City.
"After returning to the company, we will assess our own strength and the dangers of subsequent missions, and make rational decisions."
…………
Golden Apple District, 18 Citizen Street, the General's Mansion.
The old lion-like Focas sat in the study without turning on the lights, relying only on the moonlight for illumination. He held the phone and constantly issued orders:
"For the next three days, all entrances and exits will be under martial law. No matter which army is holding whose warrant, they cannot enter the city without the unanimous permission of the Senate…
"Starting tonight, all flights in the city are prohibited. Even the drones and helicopters of the 'Hands of Order' must comply. One warning, two shots down…
"Maintain the order of the citizen gathering tomorrow morning…
"No matter who, gathering near the Senate, the Government Affairs Hall, the Command Headquarters, and the Supervisory Yuan under any pretext will be directly arrested. Those who attempt to resist will be first subjected to tear gas, and then considered for being shot down…
"Concentrate all military exoskeletons and bionic intelligent armor and allocate them uniformly…
"Awakened should be arranged intermittently to prevent accidents…"
One order after another was issued in such an orderly manner to different departments of the City Defense Army, making Focas a little dry-mouthed.
Finally, he put down the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
He had done what he should do. If there was a large-scale riot, he could only take it one step at a time.
Dong, dong, dong.
Someone knocked on the study door.
"Come in." Focas, dressed in a general's uniform, leaned back in his chair.
With a creak, the wooden door opened, and the yellowish light from the corridor wall lamp poured into the dim study.
It was quiet outside. Most of the people in the mansion seemed to have already fallen asleep.
…………
Golden Apple District, on another street, in the mansion of Alexander, the Inspector General, one of the two giants of First City.
The elder, whose blond hair was already mottled and whose figure was majestic, turned his gaze to his youngest daughter not far away.
Galuolan, with her golden hair, blue eyes, and beautiful appearance, was no longer wearing a gray-blue Taoist robe, but had changed into a wine-red long skirt.
Every detail of this clothing was very exquisite, the materials were extremely luxurious, and it could be seen at a glance that it was not the kind of mass-produced by machines.
"I thought you wouldn't wear these clothes again." Alexander nodded lightly.
He didn't hide his relief, concern, and a little sarcasm at all.
Galuolan had a look of indifference and nonchalance:
"It's just a skirt."
The state she showed was:
There was no essential difference between this and the Taoist robe. They were both props used by humans to cover their naked bodies and maintain body temperature.
At this time, explosions came from the distance.
In the relatively quiet night, it was so obvious.
Moreover, there was not just one, some were big and some were small.
Alexander walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked in the direction of the explosions, and took the opportunity to educate his daughter:
"What you want needs to be exchanged with iron and blood, with a lot of lives, not something that can be achieved by you pitying them and making a fuss at home.
"You have traveled in the greylands for several years, you shouldn't be as naive as you were back then, right?"
Galuolan nodded:
"I understand.
"Therefore, I hope that everyone follows the teachings of 'Zhuang Sheng,' understands the impossibility of resisting fate, and focuses on experiencing the existence of the Dao. In the long run, if they can distinguish between reality and falsehood, they can completely get rid of shackles and look forward to eternal years."
Alexander was so choked that he couldn't speak. After holding back for a long time, he said:
"There would be no human society like that."
Just as Galuolan was about to respond, someone knocked on the door of the living room.
Dong, dong, dong.
"Who is it?" Alexander raised his voice.
It was his butler outside the door:
"Master, Ms. Cynthia is visiting."