Doomsday Pavilion

In one afternoon, Lin Chou did nothing but steamed a dozen cages of steamed buns.

After checking the refrigerator configuration of the two wilderness tanks, Lin Chou did not hesitate to throw away all the beer that Shan Ye hid in it, and filled it with buns.

Then he stretched out his hand for the money with a shy face, but it was still double the price, and he almost made Shan Ye crazy on the spot.

There were also a large number of garrisons and hunters who were also assigned tasks with Shan Ye and others-as long as they are evolutionaries who have passed the three-year period, they will have a fixed task assignment once a year. No one wants to escape. No one can escape.

Since it is an assigned task, the difficulty must be a nightmare version of nine deaths.

For example, the mission goal of Shan Ye and Bai Qiongshou this time is to build a communication base station on the highest peak of a mountain range thousands of kilometers away from the base city.

The wilderness near Mingguang is already so dangerous, not to mention thousands of kilometers away, God knows what this group of people will encounter.

As for the purpose of establishing the base station, it is probably used to enhance the communication signal with the base city in Zurich.

Mingguang has been doing this for nearly 50 years, but unfortunately, so far, only one Zurich has been contacted.

As for the other human beings on the earth, they may have turned to ashes, or they may have returned to the primitive age, but it is unknown.

At nine o'clock in the evening, wild chariots of huge or hideous shapes gathered at the foot of Yanhui Mountain. There were hundreds of them, and the ground shook as these chariots advanced.

Each hunting team is based on a wilderness chariot, which means that at least hundreds of hunting teams have participated in this mission, including official backgrounds and solo hunters.

But without exception, looking at the various animal bones and furs on the wilderness chariot, I am afraid that the strength of these teams is mostly above the baseline. At least, there will be more than one Tier 3 senior power in the team.

Xiao Wu couldn't help but change his face.

"How could there be so many, how could it...this is not right!"

Lin Chou asked, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Wu frowned,

"Generally speaking, the task indicators are designated by the occurrence committee or the scientific research institute, and most of them are some kind of rare materials or the hunting of strange animals and living corpses. They are all performed separately... A hundred teams, this does not fit Mingguang's style."

Mingguang's style?

Lin Chou wanted to laugh a little. The most representative of Mingguang's style was that it happened.

If it happens to be known for being stingy and collecting taxes, then as soon as it gets involved, it goes up to the scientific research institute to the evolver and even the trafficker, and there is no seam it can not nail.

Usually, there are things like this and that, no one can find what happened on the top of the head. The typical money is not doing things, which is worse than some street gangsters.

After receiving the protection fee, they know to throw a sentence, you, I'm covering it.

Hundreds of wilderness chariots formed a mighty long dragon, and the roar of the engine shook the wilderness. In front of such a huge traffic flow, I believe that any living corpse of a strange animal who is impatient and wants to find trouble will be directly crushed into mud.

The convoy, set off.

...

"Didi."

Suddenly there was a rush of radio calling, and even Xiao Wu himself was taken aback. Since arriving in the wilderness, no one has contacted him yet.

Moreover, this long and short buzzing is clearly not a secret channel commonly used by research institutes.

After picking up, there was a loud voice over there, Xiao Wu listened for a while,

"Boss Lin, the accident handling branch of the committee asked me to tell you that they found the person you were looking for."

Lin Chou asked with a question mark, "Who?"

Xiao Wu choked, and returned to the microphone angrily.

"Boss Lin said he didn't know. Are you really mistaken?"

What was said on that side, Xiao Wu conveyed, "Boss Lin, they said they were troublemakers in your store. They are now in custody. They ask if you want to go to the trial in person."

"..."

In fact, Lin Chou was a bit embarrassed. He just slandered and killed him, and he was wrong. When he turned his head, he would take care of the matter for you.

"Don't go, let them figure it out."

Lin Chou turned around to make Master Gungun's supper tonight.

Perhaps it was the scent of bonito that stimulated the billowing. Master Hua dragged back today a big fish weighing several tons full of roe, which constantly stimulated Lin Chou's nerves and reminded him that the season of caviar scent has arrived.

....

Mingguang, Shangcheng District.

A narrow and cramped ready-to-wear shop can be opened directly opposite the Mingguang Training Center. Even if the facade is not large, the plaque is old and old, but it is still the best area in the upper city.

Moreover, the appearance of this garment shop is really incompatible with the surrounding environment.

It was ten o'clock, Mingguang’s curfew had begun for an hour and a half, and the light of the yellow oil lamp was still shining in this garment shop, and the old grandma’s singing voice was leaking.

"Come in the first month~ it's the new year~"

A few weird chants spread far along the night.

The duty captain of the chariot team hidden in the dark shivered, his eyes fixed on the storefront, and the expression on his face was like a ghost—and the ghost was still eating shit.

"Someone!"

The figure walking towards the ready-to-wear shop in the street wears a large black hooded cloak, and can vaguely see the appearance of a woman, nothing more.

"People in front, curfew! Go back to your place of residence!"

A scolding came from the garrison duty point.

"To shut up!"

The captain on duty of the Chezi team stopped drinking....When he said words, he held back.

A fluttering golden light flashed, and the hidden hut where the garrison's duty point was located collapsed into a ball.

"Huh, the old man's business is coming, An dare to make noise!"

The woman in the cloak was unaware of all this and walked into the store without stopping.

"Grandma Yue."

She called.

The dimly yellow oil lamp had only a flame the size of a sesame, and it was still flashing, and the illuminated area was only half a meter in size.

The fabrics all over the floor, the ready-made clothes and the half-ready clothes all over the wall are like ghost hands under the light of the oil lamp.

As a clothing store, this atmosphere is more careful than the decoration style of Mingguang Funeral Home.

Grandma Yue walked out crouching and stretched out her skinny hand, seeming to squeeze the cloaked woman's face.

"Well, girl, this time, do you want grandma to sew the wedding dress for you... This is not good, but you have to do the wedding dress by yourself. It is unlucky for outsiders to mix things up."

The cloak woman said with shame, "Grandma Yue! What are you talking about..."

"Ha ha."

Grandma Yue’s laughter is no better than a ball of metal rubbing,

"You, I've been clumsy since I was a child... I like some boy stuff. Don't let the wedding gowns be sewn in time. Grandma won't help me... Let's talk about what you want this time Is the body armor worn on the inside or the heavy armor worn on the outside?"

"Grandma Yue, I... want a long dress."