Zeng Duo watched Han Wanghuo and the others disguise themselves and walk out the door before retracting her gaze. She walked to the living room window and looked out.
“It’s seven to eight floors high...” she said in surprise.
Her experience as a Ruin Hunter was to choose a street-facing apartment on the second or third floor so that it would be conducive for jumping out the window and escaping.
Seizing the chance that nobody else was here to explain it to her, Long Yuehong immediately said, “This is called doing the opposite. This way, it won’t become the main target of a large-scale investigation.”
“But since it’s an investigation, they’ll come up sooner or later.” Zeng Duo was still a little confused.
“We would’ve already sensed it by then and made preparations in advance.” Long Yuehong suddenly felt the emotions his team leader usually had when explaining to him. With a hint of complacency, fun, and anticipation, he hoped that the target would comprehend it on her own without needing to go into detail.
Zeng Duo frowned. “Then, how do we escape?”
“With a military exoskeleton, this height is nothing,” Bai Chen said simply.
In particular, there were balconies, pipes, and all kinds of protruding objects outside the building. It was particularly easy for someone wearing a military exoskeleton to climb down from the seventh or eighth floor.
Upon hearing this answer, Zeng Duo felt like a country bumpkin.
Due to the Shock she suffered, she wasn’t in good physical condition. She pointed at the armchair in the living room and politely asked, “Can I sit down?”
“Make yourself at home.” Bai Chen continued looking out the window. She was using the height of the building to observe the surrounding streets.
This was also the reason why the Old Task Force chose to rent a high floor. As a team with snipers, they knew the importance of high ground.
With the military exoskeleton, they didn’t have to worry about evacuating.
Zeng Duo smiled when she heard Bai Chen’s answer. “But I can’t treat myself as the mistress.”
She lives with pretty much... zero qualms... Long Yuehong thought for a long time and finally came up with an adjective from the Old World’s entertainment.
Bai Chen turned around and looked at Zeng Duo, who was slowly sitting down. “That’s all the questions you have? Don’t you care about the Old Task Force’s origins and goals?”
Zeng Duo thought for a few seconds and laughed self-deprecatingly. “I won’t live long, so there’s no point in caring about this. As long as I can save everyone in town, I don’t care about anything else.”
Bai Chen pursed her lips and didn’t speak again.
...
In the jeep that was slowly moving.
Jiang Baimian—who was driving—glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled at Han Wanghuo. “You seem to have long known that we’re looking for you?”
Han Wanghuo—who was on the left in the backseat—slowly nodded. “Yes.”
“Then, why didn’t you contact us?” Shang Jianyao asked from the passenger seat.
Han Wanghuo fell silent and didn’t answer.
Jiang Baimian smiled. “It’s fine; say whatever you want. We’re all in the same boat, so there’s no need to be so formal.”
Han Wanghuo turned his head to look at Genava beside him and frowned. “Why were you looking for me?”
“We care about you and want to observe you.” Shang Jianyao really couldn’t speak any more seriously. As for how the other party understood his words, that was another matter.
Han Wanghuo didn’t ask further. He raised his hand to touch the scar on his face. “I don’t think we are very close with each other. An overly enthusiastic attitude will only make one wary. You are also Ashlandics, so you should know the proverb: One who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentions.”
Jiang Baimian laughed. “What do you think you have that’s worth us stealing?”
Han Wanghuo fell silent.
Jiang Baimian could actually tell that Han Wanghuo definitely had been injured because of someone who claimed to be a friend. One of the two scars on his face or both might’ve been left behind in this manner, which was why he was so vigilant against any unsolicited approach.
Furthermore, with his awkward personality, he probably doesn’t want to expose his fragile state to us... As Jiang Baimian’s thoughts raced, Shang Jianyao smiled and said, “Even if it’s rape, I don’t think you would be suffering a loss regardless of which one of us does it. Uh, we can discuss Little Red separately.”
Han Wanghuo didn’t answer the topic and replied emotively, “There are also other reasons. For example, your origins are unclear. I’m afraid of getting embroiled in bigger trouble. Yes... Your mental state isn’t too right either. I’m more worried.”
“Only him. Thank you very much,” Jiang Baimian quickly replied. She didn’t want to be categorized in the same group as someone with a doctor’s certification.
Shang Jianyao had a puzzled look. “We’re very normal. What gave you the illusion that our mental state isn’t right?”
Han Wanghuo thought that ‘we’ referred to October Xue, Qian Bai, Gu Zhiyong, and the others. He didn’t delve into the matter and deliberated before asking, “Do you really want to provide help?”
Since the conversation had already begun, he felt that it was necessary to clarify the matter. In this regard, he didn’t have much scruples because it concerned his life.
“You hope it’s fake?” Shang Jianyao asked with a smile.
Han Wanghuo fell silent and inquired, “Why?”
Shang Jianyao replied seriously, “First, we’re friends.”
Friends... Han Wanghuo opened his mouth but didn’t make a sound.
“Second, we did bring you trouble. We messed up your arrangements, making the chances of you completing the mission become slim,” Shang Jianyao continued.
Although Han Wanghuo didn’t dare to say this out loud, he did have such thoughts.
Shang Jianyao’s expression gradually became serious. “Third, our dream is to save all of humanity. Those people from Early Spring Town are also humans, and they haven’t done anything bad.”
Han Wanghuo once again confirmed that there was something wrong with the other party’s mental state.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian casually replied, “Besides, we have to leave the city to lie low. We can help you in passing.”
Han Wanghuo’s gaze shifted between the man and woman a few times before he finally gave up asking.
“Do you want to listen to a song?” Shang Jianyao asked enthusiastically. He had already taken the small speaker out of his tactical backpack.
“There’s no need.” Han Wanghuo cautiously rejected his suggestion.