Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there and, startled, said:

"Could they be coming to arrest us?"

After all, we can be exchanged with "First City" for money, or even hostages.

As a wanted criminal, he was still somewhat self-aware and psychologically stressed.

"Doesn't look like it." Bai Chen shook her head. "Their direction of travel should be the center of Wubei City."

The "Old Task Force" was currently staying at the "Dust Hotel" on the edge of the city.

"Maybe it's a feint to lure us in, and they'll launch a surprise attack later." Shang Jianyao began to demonstrate his rich imagination.

Honest Genaeva denied his guess:

"It's better to say they're just a diversion, attracting our attention while an elite team carries out the arrest mission in secret."

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

"As expected of the former Mayor of Tarnan, you're more thorough than I thought!

"Your method is indeed more useful and practical."

He always admits his mistakes and praises when praise is due.

Jiang Baimian covered her face with her right hand:

"Can't you guys think of something good? You have to drag yourselves into it!

"We didn't do anything bad, uh, anything at all in the 'Savior Army', we even kindly shared information with them for free, why would we be targeted?"

"Bounty!" Honest Shang Jianyao gave a reason.

Cowardly but cautious Shang Jianyao added:

"Equipment!"

Joking Shang Jianyao was responsible for finishing:

"Beauty!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Jiang Baimian gnashed her teeth.

Casually chatting, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian simultaneously turned their gazes to the door.

After a few seconds, a knock sounded on the door.

"Who is it?" Shang Jianyao was quite excited.

He seemed to have already imagined the next hundred thousand words of the story - derived from Genaeva's hypothesis and the current situation.

"Hotel manager, you saw him earlier, has something to inform you." The person outside the door quickly replied.

Jiang Baimian gave Shang Jianyao a look, telling him to be responsible for opening the door and acting according to circumstances.

Jiang Baimian didn't know if her eyes had expressed the latter meaning, but it didn't matter, she felt that with Wei's enthusiasm and dramatic nature, she would do it anyway.

Shang Jianyao bent his back, like a cheetah ready to pounce, and walked step by step to the door.

He swiped the door open and found that it was indeed the hotel manager he had seen in the lobby before, a slightly balding, ordinary middle-aged man.

"What's the notice?" Shang Jianyao asked, disappointed and indifferent.

The hotel manager cleared his throat and said:

"It's like this, from now on, Wubei is entering a state of martial law, you are not allowed to leave the hotel unless you have permission from the Management Committee."

The "Wubei Management Committee" is a subordinate organization of the "Wubei Materials Coordination Committee", mainly responsible for the administrative management of this core city and the registration of foreigners.

Because of the observations made earlier, the members of the "Old Task Force" were not so surprised by this sudden event, feeling it was reasonable.

Jiang Baimian asked curiously:

"Why did you suddenly start martial law, what happened?"

"That's not something you need to..." The hotel manager had just said these few words when he saw Jiang Baimian walking over and handing out two tickets.

They were made of red plastic, and the top one read:

"10 catties of pork."

The hotel manager was stunned at first, then gradually showed a smile on his face:

"Since you have passes and were brought here by a captain-level warrior, it's okay to tell you."

As he spoke, he took the two pork tickets, skillfully checked them, and put them in his pocket.

"It's like this." He subconsciously used his catchphrase, "Earlier, some important military supplies were lost from a secret base of our 'Savior Army'. Now, intelligence shows that they have flowed into Wubei's underground market, and if these military supplies are not properly kept, they will cause devastating damage to the people in a large area around them.

"In order to avoid this situation, our Wubei 'Materials Coordination Committee' has announced that martial law will be imposed from now on, and troops stationed outside the city will be brought in to take charge, striving to find those dangerous items as soon as possible and lift the alert."

After all, he had received the meat tickets corresponding to 20 catties of pork from the other party, and the hotel manager knew everything and said everything, quite honestly.

Long Yuehong secretly "hissed".

This problem sounds a bit serious!

What if those military supplies really went wrong, and it just happened to be near this hotel, wouldn't that be like the city gate catching fire, endangering the fish in the moat?

Jiang Baimian nodded with a solemn expression:

"This really requires martial law.

"Um... will this affect us?"

Seeing the hotel manager cast a wary glance, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

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

In fact, the important thing was not these, but the three sets of military exoskeletons and two sets of bionic intelligent armor.

At that time, maybe Shang Jianyao would have to be sent to "communicate".

"No, no." The hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief. "Our 'Savior Army' warriors wouldn't do such dishonorable things."

Shang Jianyao showed a gratified expression.

The hotel manager added:

"As for the officials, they have other ways and don't look down on your little supplies.

"Besides, the date on your pass shows that you only entered the city today, so you definitely have nothing to do with the military supplies that were lost earlier, and no one will be sent to search you."

"That's good, that's good." Jiang Baimian didn't hide her emotional change.

Shang Jianyao was the same, except he changed from gratification to disappointment.

At this moment, Jiang Baimian looked around and lowered her voice:

"Do you know what those military supplies are?"

She wasn't just curious, but if she could find out what they were, she could understand the corresponding dangers and take some preventive measures in advance.

"This wasn't notified." The hotel manager said he also wanted to know.

This made them all worried.

He then pointed to the door:

"I'm going to notify the other guests, alas, they require to be informed in person, not by phone."

As a place open to the public, the "Dust Hotel" has a landline installed in every room.

Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and asked curiously:

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

"There are quite a few." The hotel manager, who had taken a bribe, answered truthfully, "Some are cross-border traders. Although our 'Savior Army' has rebuilt the industrial system, due to resource and technology problems, there are still many shortcomings that need to be imported, such as coal, mechanical arms, some electronic equipment, solar charging panels, high-performance batteries, and some are relic hunters who hope to settle down and become one of us."

"Oh, oh." Shang Jianyao nodded frequently.

The hotel manager casually added:

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

"However, you will not be assigned a job during these three years and must rely on your own efforts. Most of the people like you choose to continue being relic hunters."

"Aren't we supposed to save as many as we can?" Shang Jianyao was a little disappointed again.

"That's all ancient history!" The hotel manager laughed. "Resources are limited."

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

"Are the city ruins and various relics within your 'Savior Army' territory open to foreigners?"

Isn't that too generous?

Here is a place open to the public, and the hotel manager can be called knowledgeable. He smiled and said:

"A large part of it is outside our controlled area, and the corresponding resources are not enough for us to send troops to guard it. You came from 'First City', you should have seen many similar situations."

This is the norm on the gray earth.

As strong as the "Savior Army" is, it can only currently control the various settlements along the restored roads and a part of the surrounding area.

Seeing Xue Shiyue and the others nodding, the hotel manager continued:

"There is also a part in the controlled area, but the resources are scarce, and there is no need for large-scale exploration and collection. It is a better choice to hand it over to the relic hunters.

"Hehe, most of the things they find are still traded to our ordinary people. Our 'Savior Army' can only guarantee that everyone has something to eat, a place to live, and quilts and clothes to wear in winter. Many items cannot be manufactured due to insufficient resources and different production focus, or the quantity produced is small and cannot meet the demand. We have to make up for it with the relic hunters' gains. My family now has three umbrellas, all three of which were exchanged from them.

"For them, the purpose of officially becoming one of us is stability. They don't have to worry about finding something to eat this winter, having a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Maybe next winter there will be nothing."

Stability, food, shelter, and clothing are enough. This is the dream of many wasteland wanderers... Jiang Baimian didn't ask anything else and watched the hotel manager leave the room.

She then sighed to the team members:

"I told you, on the gray earth, many times if you don't cause trouble, trouble will find you.

"If we were a little unlucky and were near that batch of lost military supplies, we might not even know how we died!"

So we must move forward with fear until we usher in the dawn in this long night.

Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and others strongly agreed with this.

As the hotel manager expected, the "Old Task Force" was not searched and ushered in the dawn peacefully overnight.

They simply ate the yellow cornbread provided by the hotel, and soon Ding Ling appeared again.

This group of people is highly dangerous, and she brought them here, she must see it through to the end until they leave Wubei.

Before she could speak, Shang Jianyao took the initiative to ask:

"What exactly are those military supplies that can cause the entire city to be under martial law?"

Ding Ling glanced at the closed door, hesitated, and said after considering:

"It seems to be a, a nuclear warhead."

"..." Jiang Baimian didn't know how to respond for a moment.