Fury Ocean

In May, the sun was gradually hot, and the water on the ground became vapor and evaporated into the air, mixing with various weird smells.

After several months of flooding, Tianmen City welcomed a new owner, and the city's appearance also changed like the changing seasons. At present, although the air quality is still not very good, at least people no longer need to live in the water with corpses immersed as before, and they do not have to worry about the outbreak of plague.

Life is getting better.

Today is good weather. Xiong Wugong left the city in a small truck and began a day of treasure hunting. People traveled along the streets along the way. From time to time, he saw temporary rescue points guarded by Imperial soldiers. A female journalist was interviewed on the street. The interviewee was an old man in a suit and spoke a local accent. Facing the camera, the old man burst into tears, describing to the world his family's experience in the flood, and prosecuting the perpetrators. Because the mood was too sorrowful, the old man lost his voice several times during the interview and even needed emergency medicine to continue.

"... a dozen mouths for young and old, only four survived ..."

"... I don't understand the reason. But we were once federal citizens, and the federal army should protect us, not kill ..."

"... If I can, I hope I can trade my life for my grandson ..."

The interview ended, and the old man was taken away by two Imperial soldiers to receive the reward. The reporter took the microphone and made a final statement to the camera.

"... The old man's name is Chen Sheng, born and raised, and honesty. The streets here, and people similar to his home, are everywhere ..."

"... So, this is the Federation, this is the Federal Army ..."

"... The great Emperor ordered us to come here not to plunder. On the contrary, we want to help them escape suffering, restore the peaceful life of the past, and build their homes better."

At this point, the reporter waved his fist vigorously, and the crowd gathered around was clamoring, some were angry, some were crying silently, and some applauded and applauded. Outside the crowd, Xiong Wugong shook his head silently in the car and started the car to continue.

Two months ago, such interviews and reports were very valuable. Most of them could help her improve her status, but now she has leftovers and has repeated countless times. The same is true of the old man who stood up to tell the tragedy. Those who initially did so could settle the whole family, and now the reward is only a few bags of rice and some commonly used drugs.

Xiong Wugong sympathized with the old man and didn't worry about the IQ of the onlookers. The reason for his parking was simple. The reporter had a beautiful and immature face that made him think of his daughter.

My daughter can't grow up, otherwise ...

What do you think, it's time to work.

Xiong Wugong shook his head again, converged, ready to focus on today's work. This was not only a means of subsistence, but also the only way he could fulfill his vow.

Last year's catastrophic flood, hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers turned into water ghosts, and countless ordnance, materials, including mechs were submerged and scattered in various places. After that, the flood gradually withdrew, and those guns, cannons, energy blocks, mechas, explosives, etc. all became hidden dangers. Fortunately, the common people said that if they fell into the hands of the federal soldiers, they would become the killing knife.

Even more annoying, this knife was made by ourselves.

In addition to material, there are corpses. Although the emperor is supreme in the empire, it is not without scruples. You know, the first batch of troops in the war had looked at the children of the aristocracy. They had already dedicated themselves to the empire and the emperor. If they could not bring back the body or ashes, they would cause many people to be dissatisfied.

All in all, the clean-up must be carried out, but the war is still going on, the flood area is so large, and the imperial army stationed in Tianmen has no energy and ability to search all areas. After some discussion, some people have proposed a Wisdom's proposal urged the people in the city to do this with the surrounding people, giving them corresponding rewards based on the value of the relics. In this way, on the one hand, it can reduce the pressure on the army and capture the hearts of the people. It can even select and use local people who are really willing to close to the empire.

With so many benefits, this suggestion was immediately adopted, and soon it was effective. Two months later, the imperial army's centralized cleanup of key areas has actually ended, and the main force of collecting relics and corpses has become civilians. The only problem is that most civilians have no concept of weapons and equipment, and accidents are likely to occur during cleaning.

That's not a big problem. Some people die in the wild and in remote places.

Nowadays, many people in Tianmen City rely on this life, everyone calls it a treasure hunt. Xiong Wugong is one of the best, with outstanding results, and his status and treatment have also improved. For example, the truck he drove, as well as the special maintenance arm of the mech carried on the truck, were all issued by the Imperial Army.

These are all regulated substances, and possession means power. To get more, he needs to work harder.

On the next road, in addition to the inspections that must go through, Xiong Wugong never stopped the car. On the way, he also encountered a capture, a gun battle, and unfortunately the patrol failed to capture the target. After losing two or three people, he was shot with great firepower. It was not nothing.

Vaguely heard the conversation between the patrol members, Xiong Wugong knew that the person might be a spy left by the Commonwealth. Of course, the result of the stubborn resistance was of course a dead end.

As in the interview just now, this type of arrest has just started a lot and is now less common. The people the Federation managed to stay were either arrested or killed. Those who have n’t been caught are hard to be caught anymore. Most of the unlucky ones who were not reported by the locals are still waiting for opportunities.

It's not his business, though ... their goals may be partly duplicated.

Breathing the complicated air, Xiong Wugong traveled all the way, leaving the last level of the city, an unusual senior officer noticed that his memory card was a rare blue, took it to look over with interest, and and bear Wu Gong chatted a few words.

"Good job."

According to the established standards of the military department, to the extent that Xiong Wugong is achieved, his people are automatically listed as "friendly people" and deserve attention.

The officer praised and asked, "Why did you collect only the ordnance and no remains?"

"I specifically look for mechs. When the flood comes, the pilots are usually not in the cockpit." Xiong Wugong lowered his head slightly, and his expression on the broad face was a little disturbed.

"Oh."

The officer himself was also a pilot. After thinking about it, he found that Xiong Wugong's description was consistent with common sense.

"Why only look for mechs?"

"I'm timid, afraid of ghosts ... afraid of seeing the dead." Xiong Wugong became more nervous, rubbing his hands nervously.

"Don't be afraid of the corpse in this business?" The officer first froze, looking in disbelief at this big man half a head taller than himself. Suddenly he remembered that his wording wasn't appropriate, and immediately straightened his face.

"The dead you are talking about are imperial souls, heroes, not evil spirits. You are not allowed to disrespect them!"

"Yes, yes, I have no disrespect, I'm just afraid ..."

"You don't need to be afraid," the officer said in a slow tone. "What you are doing now is just like them helping the empire. Their souls and their families will thank you and help you."

"Yes, yes, I thank them too ..."

"Can't just say don't do it." Looking at his modest appearance, the officer began to score the big man in his heart and decided to do some preliminary tests.

"I command you, this search must find and bring back the remains of some imperial heroes."

"what?"

Xiong Wugong's eyes widened, and he looked as if he wanted to argue but did not dare to argue.

"But I ..."

"This is my order, you must execute it."

"So, some ... how much?" Xiong Wugong cried and looked sad.

"The better, the better."

"what?"

Xiong Wugong lowered his waist to the same level as the officer and begged hard.

"Sir, I don't really ..."

"In front of me, you are never allowed to say no after receiving an order." The officer first drank, then encouraged, "That's fine, you make an exception for the first time and ask to be lowered." He held out a hand in Xiong Wugong His eyes shook. "Five, at least five."

Without giving Xiong Wugong another chance to beg for mercy, the officer asked someone to bring a bundle of dead bags and still go to Xiong Wugong's car.

"Not enough five to return to the city."

"Uh."

Knowing that the argument could only be futile and even cause trouble, Xiong Wugong had to respond and returned to the car in despair. Before leaving, the officer motioned to let go and waved at him intentionally.

"Remember, this is the mission entrusted to you by the British Empire. It is a test for you and an opportunity for you."

"Yes, yes, thank you sir."

Xiong Wugong laughed and turned his head, his face suddenly twisted, and his expression was abnormal.

"Five, strip, dead, dog, that's not easy."

The truck went out of the city through the checkpoint. Xiong Wugong, who was cursed in his heart, didn't realize what the treasure hunt would encounter, and how much impact he had on his life and planning.

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