Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there and was startled:

"Isn't it here to catch us?"

After all, you can exchange money and even hostages with "First City".

As a wanted criminal, he still has a little bit of self-consciousness and psychological pressure.

"Not like." Bai Chen shook his head, "The direction they are moving forward should be the center of Wubei City."

The "Grey Earth Hotel" where the "old tuner group" is now staying at the edge of the city.

"Maybe it was a tactic of hard to get, and one of them would be killed back then." Shang Jianyao began to show his rich imagination.

Honest Gnava denied his speculation:

"It's better to say that they are just a cover, attracting our attention, and there are elite teams in secret to performing capture missions."

Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands:

"I am indeed the former mayor of Tarnan, and it is indeed more thorough than I thought!

"Your method is indeed more effective and practical."

He always admits mistakes and praises them.

Jiang Baimian stretched out his right hand and covered his face:

"Can't you think of something good? You have to pull it on yourself!

"What bad things are we doing in the Salvation Army? Uh, we have never done anything, and we are kind enough to share information with them for free, why are we targeted?"

"Borrow!" The honest Shang Jianyao gave a reason.

The cowardly but cautious Shang Jianyao added:

"equipment!"

Shang Jianyao, who loves to joke, is responsible for the ending:

"Beauty!"

"Thank you for your praise!" Jiang Baimian grinded his teeth.

While chatting casually, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian turned their eyes to the door.

A few seconds later, a knock on the door sounded.

"Who?" Shang Jianyao was quite excited.

He seemed to have imagined a subsequent story of 100,000 words - derived from Gnava's assumption and current situation.

"Hotel manager, you have seen something, please notify me of it." The man outside the door quickly answered.

Jiang Baimian winked at Shang Jianyao and asked him to open the door and act according to the opportunity.

Jiang Baimian didn't know whether her eyes were expressed in the latter sense, but it didn't matter. She felt that she would do that with her enthusiasm and the essence of being full of drama.

Shang Jianyao bent down his back, as if a cheetah was ready to go, walked to the door step by step.

He opened the door through the floor and found that outside was indeed the hotel manager he had met in the lobby before, an ordinary middle-aged man with a slightly bald and ordinary face.

"What notification?" Shang Jianyao looked disappointed and said in a cold tone.

The hotel manager cleared his throat and said:

"It's like this. From now on, Wubei has entered a state of martial law. You cannot leave the hotel unless you have the permission of the management committee."

The "Wubei Management Committee" is a subordinate agency of the "Wubei Material Coordination Committee" and is mainly responsible for the administrative management and registration of outsiders in this core city.

Because the situation observed before was laid, several members of the "old commissioning group" were not so surprised by this sudden incident and felt that it was reasonable.

Jiang Baimian asked curiously:

"Why did martial law suddenly start? What happened?"

"There is no need for you..." As soon as the hotel manager said these words, he saw Jiang Baimian coming over and handing out two bills.

They are made of red plastic, and the top one says:

"10 kilograms of pork."

The hotel manager was stunned at first, and a smile gradually appeared on his face:

"Since you have a pass and are brought by a captain-level warrior, it doesn't matter to tell you."

He said as he took the two pork tickets, checked them skillfully, and put them in his pocket.

"That's right." He subconsciously used a catchphrase, "Before, our secret base of the Salvation Army lost some important military supplies. Now there is information that they have flowed into the underground market in northern Wu. If these military supplies are not properly stored, they will cause devastating harm to humans in a large area around them.

"In order to avoid this situation, our Wubei 'Material Coordination Committee' announced that martial law will begin from now on, and the troops garrison outside the city will be transferred to take responsibility, so as to find out the dangerous items as soon as possible and lift the alarm."

After all, the hotel manager received the corresponding meat tickets for the other party's 20 kilograms of pork. He said everything he said, and was quite honest.

Long Yuehong "hissed" in secret.

This problem sounds a bit serious!

If there is really a problem with those military supplies and happens to be near this hotel, wouldn’t it be that the fire in the city gate will affect the pond?

Jiang Baimian nodded with a calm expression:

“It really requires martial law.

"Well...will this affect us?"

Seeing the hotel manager giving a vigilant look, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

"You know, we brought some supplies and exchanged some notes. If we encounter a search, we will inevitably suffer some losses."

In fact, these are not the important ones, the three military exoskeleton devices and two bionic smart armors.

At that time, maybe I will send Shang Jianyao to "communicate".

"No, no." The hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief, "our Saviors' soldiers would not do such a thing as unfamiliar."

Shang Jianyao showed a gratified expression.

The hotel manager added:

"As for officials, if you have other ways, you will look down on your supplies.

"Besides, the date on the pass shows that you have just entered the city today, so it must have nothing to do with the military supplies that have been lost before, and people will not be sent to search yours."

"It's good, it's good." Jiang Baimian did not hide his emotional changes.

Shang Jianyao's same is true, but he changed from gratitude to disappointment.

At this time, Jiang Baimian looked around and lowered his voice:

"Do you know what those military supplies are?"

She was not just curious, but if she could figure out what it was, she could understand the corresponding harm and do some preventive work in advance.

"No notification of this." The hotel manager said he wanted to know too.

This made them all worried.

He then pointed outside the door:

"I've gone to notify other guests. Alas, I asked to inform you in person, and I can't call you."

As an external place, every room of the "Grey Earth Hotel" has landlines installed.

Jiang Baimian thought for a while and asked curiously:

"Are there many people coming from outside your sphere of influence?"

"There are still many." The hotel manager answered truthfully with short staff, "Some are merchants of cross-border trade. Although our Salvation Army has rebuilt the industrial system, there are still many shortcomings due to resource and technology issues. Those that need to be imported, such as coal, robotic arms, some electronic equipment, solar charging panels, high-performance batteries, and some are ruin hunters. They hope to formally settle down and become part of us."

"Oh." Shang Jianyao nodded frequently.

The hotel manager casually said:

"You can also try to apply. According to the law promulgated by the Material Coordination Committee, as long as you can settle in the country for three years, you are eligible to submit an application and receive corresponding inspections. The pass rate is quite high.

"However, it is impossible for you to be assigned to work in the past three years. You must support yourself. Most of the similar people choose to continue to be ruin hunters."

"Didn't you say that you can save it as much as possible?" Shang Jianyao was a little disappointed again.

"This is all old almanac!" The hotel manager laughed, "The resources are limited."

Bai Chen, who had been listening quietly, raised a question:

"The ruins and various ruins of the city within your Salvation Army are open to outsiders?"

Wouldn't this be too generous?

This is an outdoor place, and the hotel manager is well-informed. He smiled and said:

"A large part of it is outside our actual control area, and the corresponding resources are not enough for us to dispatch troops to supervise it. You should have seen many similar situations when you come from the 'Original City'."

This is the norm on the dust.

As powerful as the "Salvation Army", it can only control the various settlements along the road that have been repaired and some surrounding areas.
To be continued...