When Ma Donghe asked about it, Fang Cheng recalled his previous experience and casually introduced:
"It's not as good as you think. What you see is basically desert and ruins, the sky is filled with yellow sand, and the sun is blocked by dark clouds."
"The environment there is very harsh, there is some kind of pollution similar to Radiation in the air, and there are all kinds of huge Mutated Monster wandering around."
"Just like in a doomsday movie, humans living in Other Shore World are not much different from staying in hell."
"That's it..."
Ma Donghe not only did not feel scared after listening to it, but instead sighed with emotion:
"We will meet there then, hunt during the day and barbecue at night. It will be an exciting time."
Fang Cheng couldn't help but laugh.
I dare this guy to think of this high-mortality Otherworld exploration as a group tour.
Then, Fang Cheng stopped smiling and warned in a serious tone:
"Don't be careless. It's very Danger there. If you don't pay attention, you will die. Be careful after entering."
"Be especially wary of those hired from outside. Official Authorities gave us generous terms. I guess they are using them as shields to explore the way and exchanging their lives for resources."
"That's for sure."
Ma Donghe chuckled, without any hint of flinching in his tone:
"Official Authorities doesn't open a charity. The current situation is like opening a map in the game. Recruiting people is to be high-level cannon fodder to explore the front."
"But in our line of work, with your head stuck in your belt, how can you not take risks? If you don't work hard, you will just be an ordinary Affairs Officer for the rest of your life. When will you be able to get ahead?"
Fang Cheng Listening to these quite inspiring words, he leaned on the bed and replied:
"I'm very happy that you have this kind of awareness.
"Hiss..."
On the other end of the phone, Ma Donghe took a puff of cigarette and muttered:
"Why does it sound a little strange to me? These words are just like what an old man in my family would say, about honoring one's ancestors, getting ahead, reviving the family tradition, and so on."
Fang Cheng smiled slightly, and instead of following his words, he asked:
"What did you learn at Training Camp? You must know that Mutated Monster from Other Shore World are thick-skinned and not only strong but also fast, so they are not easy to deal with."
"Needless to say? The superiors have already considered this."
Ma Donghe cleared his throat and introduced enthusiastically:
"We wear protective suits weighing dozens of kilograms every day and practice tactical maneuvers in simulated ruins. In addition to physical fitness and melee combat, we mainly practice Heavy Firepower coordination."
"The ones issued are all large-caliber ones, equipped with special Armor-Piercing Bullets and High-Explosive Bullets specially designed to deal with high-defense monsters."
"How to use a fire network to block their movement routes, how to find weak points and kill them with one strike, I am familiar with these tricks."
Speaking of this, Ma Donghe paused and changed the topic:
"By the way, this kid Hou Peng participated in the Selection Exam of the Intelligence Department, and recently also participated in the closed Training Camp of Western Mountains Base. I don't know what his situation is like there, and whether he successfully passed the selection."
"If he is also chosen, then the three of us brothers will go to Other Shore World in the future and we will be able to get together and work together again."
Fang Cheng recalled Hou Peng's clever and smooth character and said calmly:
"With his brain and intelligence analysis capabilities, as long as Intelligence Department's assessment method is not purely based on physical strength, passing the selection should not be a problem."
"That's right. That kid is so clever that he will definitely not suffer the consequences."
Ma Donghe laughed and said loudly:
"If we can really get it together, our lineup will work together. When the time comes, we will definitely be able to do something big!"
The two then chatted a bit about each other's current situation and some of the recent events of Special Search Team, and agreed to have a dinner together in a few days when Ma Donghe came out for vacation.
"Okay, it's getting late. You should go to bed early. You have to go to work tomorrow and be refreshed."
Ma Donghe shouted over the wind, and then hung up the phone.
There was a beep and the screen went dark.
Fang Cheng put the phone on the table, folded his hands behind his head, and lost his thoughts.
I was originally worried that the low-grade meat I usually eat could not meet my body's needs, so how could I go to Other Shore World to purchase it in the future?
Unexpectedly, Official Authorities opened his mouth directly.
In this way, you have a lot more choices, and you don't have to worry about Ancient Locust Village's own channel recovery situation.
Moreover, it is justifiable to enter with the quota of Medical Logistics, and you can also borrow the resource guarantee of Official Authorities, which saves you a lot of trouble of acting alone.
When the time comes, take Ma Donghe, Hou Peng and others to hunt down a few Mutated Beast, give them the credit for the kills, and just enjoy the meat yourself.
Although according to the rules, half of the supplies should be paid to Official Authorities as the "ticket fee", but with his current strength, catching prey does not take much effort at all.
This share ratio is not considered a disadvantage, and there are still people who help with chores, transporting and handling prey.
However, Special Search Team and Military began to explore Other Shore World on a large scale at the same time.
Even the Utopia organization, which cooperates with Military to launch the so-called "Human Gene Decryption Project", will most likely take this opportunity to participate.
Plus those folk Aberrant and Conglomerates Influential Families.
It can be said that the storm is surging, the heroes are vying for the throne, and people from all walks of life are converging on the mysterious Western Mountains.
This means that the next resource competition in Other Shore World will become unprecedentedly fierce.
It seems to be getting more and more interesting.
Fang Cheng closed his eyes, adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and gradually sank into the deep Meditation.
There was silence in the bedroom.
The sound of regular tides can be heard in the distance, and the waves are lapping at the coast again and again.
It seems to be the oldest heartbeat in the world, echoing calmly under the deep night.
Dongdu City center, Hotel in the luxurious penthouse suite.
The thick blackout curtains were opened to both sides, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling Glass window, there was the bustling and bright city Neon Lights.
The room is paved with hand-woven Wool Carpet, which makes no sound when you step on it.
The air outlet of Central Air Conditioner sends out a breeze with a suitable temperature, and the air is filled with a light fragrance.
There is a man sitting on the spacious Genuine Leather sofa.
He looked to be about thirty years old, with short brown hair that was combed back and neatly with hairspray.
The facial contour is very deep, the eye sockets are sunken, and under the high bridge of the nose is a slightly thin lip.
Under the Crystal Chandelier light above his head, his exposed skin showed a pale color that had not seen the light of day for a long time, revealing a morbid condition that was different from ordinary people.
The man was wearing a well-cut dark black high-end Suit, without a tie, and the two buttons at the top of his shirt were casually open.
Looking down the collar, you can see a tattoo of a black bird of prey spreading its wings and about to fly on the pale collarbone.
At this moment, he was holding a goblet in his right hand, swinging his wrist lightly.
There was no ice in the glass, only half a glass of thick dark red liquid.
As he shook it, the liquid left dark red marks on the wall of the transparent Glass cup.
After being refracted by the light, it exudes a coquettish color, just like fresh blood that has just been drawn.
On the wall in front, a 65-inch LCD TV lit up with fluorescent lights.
The screen kept switching, and an evening news program was playing.
The female anchor's well-spoken voice echoed in the large suite, and the general content was a summary of Eastern Capital's major news from the past week.
The man looked casual, lowered his head and took a sip of the liquid in the cup, his Adam's apple slid slightly.
Suddenly, the newsreel on the TV flashed and the scene switched to a brightly lit studio hall.
In the center of the stage, a young girl was holding Mike and singing loudly. The Glow Stick in the audience gathered into a flash of Ocean.
"News from our station, the highly anticipated National Newcomer Singing Competition Grand Finals Qualifier has successfully concluded tonight."
The voice of news Host cuts in at the right time, with just the right amount of excitement:
"As the most valuable and largest top-level star-making event in China, this competition has attracted tens of thousands of players to compete for Audition."
"Among the many strong contestants tonight, contestant Zhou Xiumei successfully won the first place in the finals with his solid singing skills and infectious stage performance, becoming the biggest favorite to win this competition, setting the highest voting rate among the audience outside the venue in history..."
The man didn't pay much attention at first, his eyes just passed over the screen casually.
The next second, the news screen cut to the front row of the audience.
The camera lens panned over the cheering crowd and gave a brief close-up.
In the center of the camera, a young man with a handsome face and a calm temperament sits.
He was sitting in the exclusive seat of the family and friends group, looking up at Zhou Xiumei on the stage, applauding with a smile on his face.
The specially arranged seating positions and the close-up shots provided by the director are enough to illustrate the close relationship between the two parties.
The man's eyes caught this figure, and his wrist that was shaking the wine glass suddenly stopped, and his expression suddenly changed.
The red liquid in the cup was agitated by inertia and almost splashed over the edge of the Glass cup.
His body, which had been leaning against the back of the chair, suddenly leaned forward.
The leather sofa suffered a sudden shift in its center of gravity, and the metal bracket at the bottom made a harsh creaking sound.
But he couldn't care about that.
The pair of deep-set eyes narrowed slightly, and the pupils were like snakes staring at their prey, firmly locked on the face of the young man on the screen.
The close-up of the TV screen only stayed for a second before cutting away, and the news broadcast continued.
"The competition organizing committee announced that Grand Finals will officially start on the 23rd of this month. Prior to that, the top twenty players who have successfully advanced will go to the designated location to participate in the two-week closed Training Camp."
"During the Training Camp period, four of the industry's top Mentor were responsible for leading the team and providing all-round professional training for the contestants in terms of vocal, physical, and stage performance."
"The station will send a camera crew to follow and film the entire process, record the transformation process of the contestants, and broadcast it in the form of a reality show."
A beautiful aerial shot of the scenery was inserted into the picture at the right time.
The female anchor's voice then took on a tone of advertising:
"The venue for this Training Camp is Golden City Resort in the Western Mountains Scenic Area. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has a quiet environment. It not only has top-notch leisure facilities, but also is equipped with professional studios and rehearsal rooms..."
As the man listened to these news articles, his tense facial muscles relaxed little by little.
He leaned back again and pressed his back against the sofa cushions.
His eyes wandered up to the "Western Mountains Golden City Resort" Subtitles typed at the bottom of the screen, and the corners of his mouth slowly pulled to both sides, evoking a slightly sinister smile.
The man placed the goblet on the Marble Coffee Table in front of him. The Glass base collided with the table, making a crisp and soft sound.
"I've got an idea..."
He whispered to himself in a low voice, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice.
Then he reached out his hand, took out a black phone from the inner pocket of Suit, pressed a series of numbers skillfully with his thumb, and put the receiver to his ear.
Night Market of Urban Village is different from Commercial District.
It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and it was still bustling with people and lively.
Both sides of the narrow alley are densely packed with two-wheeled carts and red plastic sheds.
The sounds of hawking and fist-pumping shouts in various dialects were mixed together, one after another.
The back kitchen of a civilian restaurant was opened directly to the street, Gas Stove whirred, and blue and red flames shot up half a meter high.
The chef in short sleeves was sweating profusely. He was holding a large iron pot and moving it back and forth with both hands. The iron spoon hit the edge of the pot and made a crisp sound.
The strong aroma of chili peppers mixed with heavy oil stir-fried rolled out from the greasy exhaust fan on the wall, directly hitting the mouths and noses of passers-by.
Private Room, the innermost room of the restaurant, has a closed door, blocking out most of the noise outside.
There was a brass hotpot in the center of the round table, with red oil soup boiling vigorously.
White heat steamed up, making the low-wattage incandescent lamp above the head blurry.
The table is filled with large plates of meat slices, tripe and fresh fish fillets, as well as various side dishes.
Five men and women sat around the table, eating happily.
They ate very quickly, and beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads and tips of their noses.
From time to time, someone would stop and smash his mouth, pull a cheap paper towel on the table and wipe his face vigorously.
But throughout the meal, the five of them tacitly agreed not to make any small talk.
The Glass cup in front of me was filled with Barley Tea and Liangbaikai without even touching a drop of wine.
These four men and one woman were of different heights, and their every move and gesture exuded a strong temperament that they had learned through hard work in the wild.
Sitting on the main seat was a middle-aged man wearing an ordinary gray jacket.
There is a pair of Rimless Glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses slightly cover up the gangsterism hidden between his eyebrows.
There is also a black briefcase placed next to the chair. It seems that it is an ordinary office worker who comes here to have dinner and relax.
He was holding the rice bowl in one hand, chewing the food in his mouth, and staring intently at the old Television hanging in the corner.
The evening news is being replayed on the screen, telling some of the recent major events in Eastern Capital.
Sitting next to him was a woman with short ear-length hair. She had an ordinary appearance but extremely neat hands and feet.
From time to time, she used a slotted spoon to fish out the cooked meat slices from the boiling red oil, drained the soup, and carefully put them into the middle-aged man's bowl.
The two strong men opposite had shaved heads, and their thick forearms were exposed under their rolled-up sleeves.
The surface of the dark skin is covered with scars of varying depths.
The two of them ate hard with their heads down, their mouths were full, and their chopsticks were scraping away on the plates so fast that afterimages were left.
The remaining young man has a dazzling hair color Huang Mao, a slim figure and clever eyebrows.
He pulled up a folding chair and sat alone closest to the Private Room door.
He seemed to have eaten the least, with a toothpick in his mouth, and his eyes always glanced at the gap behind the door from time to time.
It is a habit developed in Danger for a long time, and it makes you look extremely alert to a jackal that is ready to rush into the jungle at any time.
Buzz buzz--
At this moment, the mobile phone placed in the briefcase in the corner suddenly buzzed.
The two strong men who were still swallowing heavily a second ago stopped their movements and raised their heads in unison.
Huang Mao, who was sitting near the door, straightened up immediately and instinctively reached for his waist with his right hand.