My ten thousand ways to die in the end

Chapter 21 The Medal of the Old Man
The underground shopping mall, the human crisis command center.

Dong Dahai was sitting in an office with a mountain of documents, with big square glasses on his nose, a steamed bun in one hand and a stack of documents in the other, his brows were furrowed.

He has only been working for a day or two, and he seems to have aged five years.

Dong Dahai let out a long sigh:
"Oh, how I wish the world would never need us."

In the dark corner behind him, a tall, thin figure came out, male, wearing a suit, looking like a social elite in his early thirties.

"I hope too, but since the people need us, we must stand up."

Dong Dahai nodded, behind him was his Secretary Li.

The identity of each member of the Human Crisis Command Center is top secret. Before the end, they all lived in this world with other identities.

For example, Dong Dahai is a small official, and Secretary Li is the chairman of a small company.

At this moment, "Dong Dong Dong", there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

A young soldier in combat uniform walked in, carrying a portable radio on his back.

"Director Dong, Senior Li has sent a telegram."

Dong Dahai looked surprised, turned his head to look at Secretary Li, and said with some concern:
"Didn't your father say that the situation was safe two days ago? Could it be that he was in some danger?"

Instead, Secretary Li smiled slightly, not worried at all:
"Don't worry, old Dong, according to my father's temper, even if he was dying, he wouldn't ask us for help.

There is probably something good going on now. "

Hearing this, Dong Dahai also felt relieved.

During this period of time, the news from all over the place was not very good, which made him feel a little bit like a cannon fodder.

In fact, he also understood the character of Senior Li. He was an old man with strong bones who would rather die in the trash can than burden the organization.

He hurried over to take the telegram document and put it on the table to review.

Although Secretary Li said that he was not worried, he still put his toes on his toes and peeked at the contents of the letter over Dong Dahai's shoulder.

"Letter of recommendation!"

"Excellent Xiao Hai and my unfulfilling son, this is the good news for you.

Old man, although I stay at home, I found a good seed for you, a magical young man who can control mice, with a good heart and strength.

……

I gave him my medal, after you see it, you must cultivate it well! "

Secretary Li snorted coldly after reading it, a little unconvinced:
"Why are you excellent and I am not up to date?
That poor old man has no eyesight. "

Dong Dahai turned around, patted Secretary Li on the shoulder with a smile, and echoed:
"That's right, we, Xiao Li, are the best, we have been working hard all our lives, and we haven't even held a girl's hand in our thirties.

Do you think there are such outstanding men in this world?

Anyway, I am ashamed. "

Secretary Li's expression froze.

He couldn't tell that Dong Dahai was superficially praising, but actually mocking.

For so many years, every friend around him has ridiculed him as an old virgin. This is simply the only black spot in his life, but this black spot seems to be bigger than sunspots!
"Old Dong, if you talk about this with me, then I will never end with you!"

"Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, let's get down to business first.

What do you think of this person recommended by Senior Li? "

Secretary Li took a few deep breaths to calm down his angry mood.

Said without hesitation:
"Don't worry, my father has always been very strict with the organization, since he recommended it, it means that he has been observing for a long time, and he is indeed a good young man.

Moreover, we are currently short of manpower, especially special talents.

Controlling mice sounds great doesn't it? "

Dong Dahai also nodded.

The old senior even gave away his favorite medal, so he couldn't help but give it face.

So he raised his head and told the orderly in front of him:
"Let the people below pay attention. If there is a person who can manipulate mice and has a golden military medal on his body, report it to me immediately."

The soldier with the big telegraph on his back nodded quickly.

"Okay, I'll order it now."

……

On the other side, on the balcony on the second floor of the auto repair shop.

Xu Fei and Dong Xiaobai were still busy with their work, and the old man on the third floor across from him was also lying on the window watching the battle with a kind smile on his face.

Xu Fei was busy directing the five rats to investigate the surrounding situation. There were some survivors who were hiding at home and needed help, so he did whatever little favors he could.

Some useful materials found by Huazhishu were also picked up.

On the one hand, do good deeds and do good deeds, on the other hand, exercise the mobility of the chipmunks.

The God of Rat Plague and Disease controls the rats to take the route of explosive soldiers, and the entire sewer is densely packed with his subordinates. Winning by numbers is both violent and simple.

But Xu Fei was obviously different from him.

The explosive style requires a fixed base and a lot of food to raise.

He obviously didn't have these conditions.

He took the elite route, and the bred rats had stronger single combat effectiveness and more independent intelligence.

In just a few hours, more than a dozen windows on the two buildings in front had been opened, and the survivors inside were grateful to the two of them.

A rich man even tied all the gold bars in the safe to the back of the chipmunk in order to express his gratitude, and gave them to Xu Fei as a reward.

Xu Fei couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"It's not the right time, what's the use of these gold bars in the apocalypse?

Not as good as two chocolate bars. "

As for Dong Xiaobai, he was lying on the balcony to organize supplies.

Many of these are gifts from the survivors who were helped, and more of them were obtained by the chipmunks themselves.

There are about ten catties of bacon, two baskets of preserved eggs, some noodles and rice...

Another month was added to the food reserves of the two of them.

In addition to this, there are some sundries like clothes, toiletries and so on.

Dong Xiaobai just finished tidying up, lowered his head to tie his shoelaces, looked up again, and all the large bags of supplies in front of him disappeared.

He quickly rubbed his little eyes, unbelievable.

"Boss... where's our food?"

"I just put it away, haven't you already tidied it up?"

Thinking of the things that disappeared in the house before, Dong Xiaobai suddenly realized:
"Boss, you are not a cultivator, do you have a storage ring?"

Xu Fei smiled and said nothing.

The folding space necklace is not a secret, it can't be hidden, he just wanted to make fun of this little fat man.

At this time, the old man on the third floor opposite also waved.

"Young man, you can't accept the medal I gave you. You must wear it well. It's a lucky medal."

Hearing this, Xu Fei reached into his clothes with one hand and took out a golden medal the size of a palm, engraved with some mysterious patterns, which he couldn't understand.

Reminiscent of TV, many protagonists were hit in the chest by bullets, and they were all blocked by medals and water bottles.

It seems that this thing can really bring luck.

He just hung it on his chest conveniently, not to mention, it goes well with combat uniforms.

He waved his hands with a smile and replied:
"Thank you, old man, lock the doors and windows and be careful, someone will come to clean up this area soon."

(End of this chapter)