Embers Ad Infinitum

One, one hundred? Then what did you count just now, you haven't finished counting yet, we have all met those people! Even after joining the "Old Tune Group" for several years, Long Yuehong still can't fully adapt to Shang Jianyao's behavior.

This is because the other party often comes up with new tricks.

"Nearly a hundred people?" Jiang Baimian frowned while gesturing Bai Chen to slow down his car, "Why did a team of this size appear in the icefield?"

"Just ask in the past and you'll know." Shang Jianyao had a troubled expression on his face.

He had these words written all over his face:

If you have any doubts, just ask the parties directly. What a simple matter, all brothers in the world!

Jiang Baimian thought about it and said:

"We first find a place to observe from a distance, and then consider whether to contact.

"Hey, take out your loudspeaker and get ready to shout, Lao Ge, monitor the status of others. In case there are awakeners at the level of 'Spiritual Corridor' facing each other, we can't hide our approach now."

"Okay!" Shang Jianyao responded excitedly, and then took the initiative to ask Ying, "Lao Ge is driving, I will take the passenger seat, which is convenient for observation and reaction."

Jiang Baimian said with a little gratification:

"You have a good idea, but why do we have to drive there?

"Hide the jeep somewhere near here and be guarded by Xiaobai, Xiaohong, and Laoge. Wouldn't it be better for me and you to hide our consciousness and sneak in quietly?"

"Yeah!" Shang Jianyao snapped his right fist and left palm.

Jiang Baimian quickly issued an order:

"Xiao Bai, pull over and park."

Soon, the "Old Tune Team" was divided into two teams. Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao put on military exoskeleton devices to cover up their consciousness and set off towards the target area.

They did not take the main road, and took advantage of the snow-covered alleys to approach the place where a large number of human consciousness gathered.

Before long, they entered the third floor of a building and looked down and ahead.

The first thing that caught their eyes were the strips of ice dangling from the half-opened window, and then there was a swept away square without much snow.

There are monuments and humanoid statues on the square, but they have suffered severe corrosion, so that the surface is deformed, and holes appear, which look extremely horrifying.

Around the monuments and human figures, there are heavy trucks with skid tires, and many RVs encircling a camp.

On these trucks, the plastic sheets used to block the rain and snow were all removed, revealing the empty body of the truck.

In the camp, there are also several RVs and several off-road vehicles. They have different colors, some are black, some are white, some are brown, some are red, as if they are holding an exposition.

At this time, fifty or sixty humans were gathered around several bonfires, their expressions dazed and speechless, as if their souls had been extracted.

And there are thirty or forty people. According to Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian, they are in different cars.

There are people in every car.

"This way of setting up a camp..." Jiang Baimian showed an expression of memory.

Shang Jianyao was quite excited:

"My brothers, the 'rootless ones'!"

The "rootless" are a group of people who are accustomed to wandering, and their customs and habits are different from those of ordinary human races.

Jiang Baimian said "um":

"This is still a bit different from the 'Sangzi' business group we have seen before.

"'Sangzi' mainly uses RVs. This team's RVs and trucks are almost halfway open. Moreover, 'Sangzi' are basically people from gray soil, and the vast majority of people here are from Honghe."

"Cousin." Shang saw that Yao knew he was wrong and corrected himself.

He then said with concern:

"These 'rootless ones' seem to have encountered something and lost their goods."

He was judging from an empty truck.

Without waiting for Jiang Baimian to respond, he continued:

"As an ethnic group whose main business is cargo transportation and resale, they have lost their goods and lost their credibility. They can only come to the icefield, seek a quiet place, repent collectively, and decide whether to commit suicide..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Jiang Baimian forcibly interrupted this guy's guess.

More and more outrageous!

She looked at Shang Jianyao, "Haha" and said with a smile:

"I know, you want to go over there and ask what's going on and take care of your cousins."

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao admitted frankly.

"The problem now is that those 'rootless people' are difficult to distinguish between friends and foes." Jiang Baimian thought for a while, "Take out your loudspeaker and express your goodwill."

The "goodwill" of being a friend.

With permission, Shang Jianyao immediately took out his blue-and-white megaphone from the tactical backpack hanging on him.

He has experimented before. When exerting influence, relying on the amplification module that comes with the military exoskeleton device does not have a good effect directly using an independent amplifier. It seems that there are too many turnovers, the circuit is too complicated, and there is too much loss.

Of course, this attenuation is only about 10%. At the current distance, it does not affect Shang Jianyao's use of "thought guidance" on those suspected "rootless" people. He simply feels that holding the expansion Loudspeakers are more interesting.

"Good morning, everyone." He greeted politely first, in Honghe dialect.

The group of suspected "rootless" people reacted instantly.

They came back to their senses one after another, went their separate ways, and looked for cover.

"I know the 'Sangzi' business group, and Fei Lin is a brother. They are also 'rootless', active in the vast land from Weed City to the Gold Coast." While Shang Jianyao shouted, Jiang Baimian used a telescope to pay attention to the situation of those people.

When they heard "Sang Zi" and Fei Lin, they all paused obviously, and some even showed expressions of thinking.

Based on this, Jiang Baimian judged that these people are indeed "rootless", and even if they are not, they are closely related to "rootless".

Shang Jianyao held the megaphone and continued:

"I like the 'rootless' very much, and I am willing to become friends with every 'rootless' and form brothers and sisters..."

After he finished "talking", those people relaxed. Except for the part who stayed in the car, the rest gathered around the bonfire again, and waved their hands at Jiang and Shang with a smile.

Shang Jianyao put down the loudspeaker with satisfaction.

"Let's go." Jiang Baimian said nothing more.

The two people wearing military exoskeleton devices easily jumped off the third floor and reached the camp in a few ups and downs.

"What's your name?" Shang Jianyao pushed up the protective mask of his helmet, stretched out his hands, and held it enthusiastically with the incoming team leader.

Jiang Baimian, who also pushed up the mask, slowed down his breathing, because the oncoming was the strong smell of gasoline and diesel.

"Smith." The Fifty-year-old man from the Red River, who was full of wind and frost, responded with a smile, "How about you?"

He said it was tall, but in fact it was only 1.75 meters, but compared to most surface people, this height was not bad.

"Zhang Qubing."

"Xue October."

Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian proficiently reported pseudonyms in the form of Honghe language.

The blue-eyed Smith asked in amazement:

"Zhang Qubing and Xue Yueyue who were rewarded by 'First City'?"

You "rootless people" are really well-informed. You deserve to be a group of people who use vehicles as their home and wander around... Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart.

"Yes, we are very valuable." Shang Jianyao answered proudly.

The people surrounding them nodded at the same time.

Really valuable.

And very valuable often means very powerful or very dangerous.

Shang Jianyao asked with confirmation:

"Are you really 'rootless'?"

"Yes." Smith admitted frankly, "We met Fei's 'Sangzi' business group within the sphere of influence of the Orange Company only last year."

Shang Jianyao nodded:

"What happened to you?"

He pointed to the empty heavy truck.

Smith showed a puzzled and blank expression:

"We received a transportation business, and the owner asked us to transport a large amount of materials to this snow and ice ruin, and someone would come to receive it.

"As a result, we found out this morning that all the supplies were gone, so many supplies!

"And our night watchers were completely unimpressed! Neither did we!"

How could 20 or 30 heavy-duty trucks and RVs be loaded with supplies that thieves could easily steal?

Without the same number of teams with the same loading capacity, it is impossible to do this.

Moreover, even if there is such a convoy, the transfer of materials is a chore that consumes time and effort, and the "rootless" people will not notice it for no reason.

Therefore, Smith and his clansmen were at a loss for a long time, at a loss.

Their only luck is that their family and loved ones' vehicles were not lost.

"Oh..." Shang Jianyao was sympathetic at first, and then he couldn't hide his excitement and asked, "Did you have the same dream?"

Do you suspect that this group of "rootless people" were forced to sleep? Jiang Baimian thoughtfully waited for an answer.

Smith and the others looked at each other and shook their heads one after another.

"Everyone on duty remembers that they didn't fall asleep," Smith emphasized.

Jiang Baimian thought for a few seconds and said:

"Are you sure the cargo owner asked you to come here to complete the transaction?"

Who would come to the Icefields to do such a big deal? In addition to being hidden, how inconvenient!

"We double-checked," Smith replied.

Shang Jianyao asked with concern:

"Did the cargo owner pay you for shipping? That's the point."

"Half of it is paid, and the rest has to be paid for the return trip." At this point, Smith suddenly showed a painful expression.

He frowned and panted:

"I, I don't remember the owner's appearance, identity and address..."

Jiang Baimian heard a move in his heart:

"Something actually happened last night, but you all forgot?

"The corresponding memory was deleted on a large scale?

"And ~www.readwn.com~ this may be what the shipper calls 'receive'."

Smith and the others looked at each other, unable to answer.

Jiang Baimian did not urge, but thought to himself:

According to our experience dealing with "anti-intellectualism", large-scale memory deletion is the ability only after the "spiritual corridor", and it affects nearly a hundred people at the same time, leaving no trace, indicating that at least the "spiritual corridor" has been explored. the deep one...

A mysterious and sneaky bulk material transaction... Both sides of the transaction did not want to reveal their identities, and used high-level power... Involving some sensitive materials, or people sitting in sensitive positions, or...

Thinking of this, Jiang Baimian suddenly had an object of suspicion:

That faction was clearly located in the ice field, but it had never done any external transactions or replenished supplies, so that no one knew their exact location.

The Eighth Research Institute!