“He was actually caught.” As the sapphire blue jeep made a turn, Shang Jianyao saw the situation there. “His performance art isn't working.”

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

“If you hang around the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. He occasionally takes the security officers for a walk, doing performance art. Sooner or later, he'd crash. Well, there are quite a few strong individuals in the 'Order of Hand,' and their abilities are also good.”

Bai Chen deeply agreed with this:

“Last time, I felt like he was dancing on one foot at the edge of a cliff. It might be fine once or twice, but doing it several times will definitely cause problems.

“Now, the main problem is what the 'Church of Behaviors' will do.”

“Hold a grand and diverse 'performance art' exhibition.” Shang Jianyao gave his guess with a serious face.

After hearing what he said, Long Yuehong couldn't stop his thoughts.

Images of things like streaking, eating shit, and walking upside down floated into his mind.

Being so passionate about performance art, how did this church manage to survive? From this perspective, Long Yuehong intuitively felt that the "Church of Behaviors" must not be simple.

Jiang Baimian smiled:

“No matter what the 'Church of Behaviors' does, this matter won't end so easily.

“Hopefully, it'll involve a large number of people and completely intensify the conflict.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian paused:

“Maybe Dimis was always taking the security officers for a walk, doing performance art, just for this purpose...

“This may not be his own intention, but someone is using his hobbies and habits.”

What Jiang Baimian meant was that there were also other people working hard to intensify the conflict.

And for the "Old Task Force," this was a very promising change.

The muddier the water, the easier it is to catch fish.

The jeep went around in a large circle and arrived again in the area around Antana Street, finding the safe house that Han Wanghuo had secretly prepared.

It was located on the second floor of an old apartment building. The building in front had a bathhouse, and the sides and back were other houses, also mainly for living.

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

Summer is like this, the rain comes and goes as it pleases.

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

Compared to when he first arrived on the surface, Long Yuehong was now quite experienced. Although Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao did not warn him, before entering the room, he still placed his right hand on his waist, ready to dodge and counterattack at any time.

The room was slightly damp, with nothing unusual.

Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the wall on the side of the door, pressing the switch.

*Click.*

No lights came on. Only the dim glow from outside the window and the flashlight in Shang Jianyao's hand illuminated the general outline of the room.

"Power outage?" Long Yuehong muttered to himself, not too surprised.

This was a common occurrence in the Green Olive District.

Power and water outages were life experiences that every resident here couldn't avoid.

Jiang Baimian, walking at the back of the group, looked around and pointed outside:

"There's power there."

She was referring to the opposite door.

It could be seen that from the bottom of that wooden door, yellowish light was spilling out.

"It doesn't make sense that only we have a power outage in the same building..." Long Yuehong expressed his confusion.

Bai Chen glanced at him and said calmly:

"It's time to pay the electricity bill."

"..." Long Yuehong was stunned for a moment, then felt that this might be the truth.

After Han Wanghuo secretly rented this room, in order to ensure secrecy and security, he must have come here very rarely, so it was understandable that he was behind on the electricity bill.

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

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

Following his gaze, Long Yuehong found several pieces of paper.

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

"Electricity Bill Payment Notice"

"There's even a notice?" Jiang Baimian said with amusement as she casually closed the door.

You have to know, a large majority of the residents of the Green Olive District are illiterate.

"Usually, they come to urge payment in person. Only when they can't find anyone for a long time do they give a late payment notice." Bai Chen explained simply.

As for whether the other party can understand it, that's not something the power company needs to consider.

Jiang Baimian nodded slightly:

"At this time, where can we go to pay the electricity bill?"

Uh... this question suddenly gave Long Yuehong a somewhat indescribable sense of absurdity.

His team had just done a lot of big things recently, had a bounty of over ten thousand Orei on their heads, and had even driven a bandit group to attack the regular army of "First City." But now they were discussing how to pay the overdue electricity bill.

"It'll have to be tomorrow." Bai Chen gave the answer.

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

"You and Little Long go rewire the circuit and get some electricity from the public network.

"Do it yourself and have plenty to eat!"

This wasn't inside the company. Jiang Baimian spoke about stealing electricity without any shame.

Anyway, they weren't passing on the cost to the surrounding civilians, and they would pay the overdue electricity bill tomorrow.

When living, you have to know how to be flexible. Otherwise, how can you carry out missions?

After Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were busy for a while, the light bulb in the room finally lit up.

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

"There's no need to go out on the street to find food. Let's just make do with what we have." Jiang Baimian suggested, looking at the scene outside the window.

Shang Jianyao and the others naturally had no objections.

They brought several cans of meat, several packs of instant noodles, and several packets of dehydrated vegetables from the trunk of the jeep, and used the induction cooker to prepare dinner.

——There are many ruin hunters in First City, and there are also many armies carrying out missions, so similar convenient foods have a large market, forming a complete industrial chain. And the "Old Task Force" is a team with rich outdoor survival experience. No matter when, they will ensure that they have a batch of easily stored food on hand.

The beef was large and delicious, and the instant noodles dotted with many vegetables were quickly cooked. The rich and strange aroma wafted throughout the room.

Because there were only two stools at the dining table, Shang Jianyao put the food in a lunch box and walked to the window, eating and looking outside.

Long Yuehong followed his example and also came to the window.

After eating a piece of beef and drinking a small mouthful of noodle soup, he turned his gaze out the window.

In the pouring rain, in the deep, hazy darkness, the windows of buildings shone with a yellowish light that seemed to spill outwards.

Under the light, there were figures moving, some wiping their heads, some eating, some holding children, and some cuddling each other.

On the street outside the buildings, there were many pedestrians passing by in a hurry. Some were holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, while others could only lower their heads and shield themselves with their hands.

These pedestrians occasionally turned into a building, complaining to the figure who came to pick them up.

For some reason, Long Yuehong suddenly felt peace and warmth.

After a long silence, he said to himself:

"Is it not good for us to hope for turmoil in First City?"

This would disrupt the lives and futures of many, many people.

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

"This is not something that won't happen just because we don't hope for it."

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

"Even without turmoil, the future of many people here will be at most two or three years, or even shorter."

Antana Street is extremely close to the factory district.

This sentence ruthlessly shattered Long Yuehong's sentimentality.

Shang Jianyao also looked at Long Yuehong and said solemnly:

"First City can't save all of humanity."

"..." Long Yuehong was speechless.

Jiang Baimian smoothed things over in time:

"Eat quickly, the noodles are almost soggy."

"Yeah, yeah." Long Yuehong quickly shifted his attention to the lunch box in his hand.

After the "Old Task Force" was full, they took out the radio transceiver to see if the company had any new instructions.

At the agreed time, "Pangu Biology's" reply arrived as scheduled.

This time, there was more content than usual. Jiang Baimian translated a section and then dictated a section:

"The company praised our idea of splitting into groups, asking the team in the Northern Wastelands to focus on intelligence gathering, and asking the team returning to First City to try, to try to receive 'Garibaldi'..."

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

Bai Chen frowned and asked:

"Was he caught? No, if he was caught, it should be rescuing, not receiving."

Jiang Baimian nodded and continued decoding:

"After receiving the company's notice, 'Garibaldi' didn't have time to activate the contingency plan, so he could only rely on having the key of an enemy to hide directly in the enemy's house.

"He's afraid of being discovered, and only steals very little food and water every day. Now, the things he brought are almost finished, and he can't hold on anymore.

"Well, his enemy is called Old K."

After hearing this, Shang Jianyao praised "Garibaldi" with admiration:

"Very creative."