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It's good to have someone who knows the way... Long Yuehong was sincerely moved when he heard it.

Jiang Baimian turned to ask another question.

She pointed to Gnava and said:

"Robots should be classified as controlled products. Does it really not affect the issuance of passes?"

"It's not a big problem." Ding Ling replied quite confidently, "It's just that there will be an additional clause on the pass that this robot cannot be brought into the settlement, lest it suddenly go out of control and cause a tragedy. As for Wubei, there are many robots. Yes."

What she meant was that Wubei has enough strength to suppress the random robots.

"That's good, that's good..." Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the robots are fine, there shouldn't be any other problems.

Shang Jianyao looked at Gnawa sympathetically:

"You are pitiful."

"Hey." Gnava made a cooperative voice.

During the exchange, Ding Ling asked his subordinates to leave on their own, treating it as a vacation, while he led Shang Jianyao and others into a hall on the side of the first floor.

There is a sign saying "Immigration Department".

Ding Ling didn't say hello to several staff members at the scene, and went directly into an office deep in the corridor, and said to the old man inside with a smile:

"Grandpa Hong, there are a few relic hunters here who want to apply for a pass."

The old man looked about six to seventy years old, with thinning white hair, sharp eyes, and a tough temperament. He was wearing blue straight clothes that represented a government official rather than a military officer.

He seemed to have noticed that someone was approaching, glanced at the door, and nodded to Ding Ling:

"Let them in."

Ding Ling then introduced to Xue Shiyue and others:

"This is Director Hong, Director Hong of the Immigration Department. He also serves as the Director of the Taxation Department. He is an old comrade-in-arms of my deceased grandfather."

Seeing that Yao was suddenly excited, Shang stepped forward a few steps and said:

"Are you a Salvation Army veteran who lived through the troubled times and the early days of the new calendar?"

Hong Guangming looked up and down Shang Jianyao quite vigilantly:

"I was born in the early days of the chaotic era, and I only joined in the later period. I have experienced a lot of things."

Seeing that Yao straightened his back and pressed his left chest with his right hand, he said:

"For all mankind!"

Seeing Hong Guangming's suspicious expression, Jiang Baimian hastily explained:

"He's a huge admirer of your Salvation Army, especially what you were doing in the late Troubled Times and early New Calendar."

Hong Guangming breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said:

"Since it was Xiaoling who brought it here, please tell me briefly about your origin and purpose, and I will go and check what supplies you have brought and whether there are any weapons of mass destruction, and then I can issue a pass."

He gave a low laugh:

"If you are someone else, you have to go to the security check first."

After he stood up, Jiang Baimian discovered that his left arm and right leg were obviously abnormal, and it seemed that he had transplanted an unknown type of mechanical prosthesis.

This can be seen from the iron black of his left palm and the movement of standing up.

Sensing her gaze, Hong Guangming was not angry, and said with a smile:

"Lost in a battle, like your companion."

Long Yuehong's mechanical arm is quite obvious.

Shang Jian Yao cast a respectful look at him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Grandpa Hong." Ding Ling moved out of the way to the door.

Hong Guangming walked over with a slight limp.

What went wrong with him was not the mechanical right leg, but the human left leg.

It seems that because of its advanced age, it can't keep up with the rhythm of the mechanical right leg, and it is slightly uncoordinated.

Ding Ling did not try to help Hong Guangming, and signaled Shang Jianyao and others not to do so, as if afraid of hurting the other party's self-esteem.

Combat wounds are medals, but old age is another matter.

After leaving the building of the Wubei Management Committee, Hong Guangming looked at Jiang Baimian and said,

"You can talk about your origin and purpose."

Jiang Baimian simply repeated what he said to Ding Ling before, and finally emphasized:

"We're really wanted by Primordial City."

"The Hunter Guild also has their rewards..." Ding Ling helped to prove.

"Being wanted by the 'First City', planning a big conspiracy?" Hong Guangming smiled indifferently, "What kind of conspiracy?"

"That's an excuse they made." Shang Jianyao was about to answer honestly, but Jiang Baimian took the lead, "In fact, we stole some information, and later killed some of them in the counter-hunt."

Hong Guangming glanced at them again, jokingly said:

"You don't really carry weapons of mass destruction, do you?"

While speaking, he motioned for Long Yuehong to open the trunk for himself to check.

"A little canned food... individual combat bazooka, hehe, this doesn't count, its power is limited..." Hong Guangming checked them one by one, pointing to the innermost four crates and asked, "What are these?"

"Three military exoskeleton devices and two bionic smart armors." Shang Jianyao replied honestly.

In Ding Ling's helplessness, Hong Guangming laughed:

"As expected of a wanted criminal whose worth is calculated by Violet, open it and let me see."

Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, Shang Jianyao, and Gnawa each dragged out a box and opened it on the spot.

The scene suddenly fell into extreme silence.

Ding Ling looked at it stupidly, and suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for this team to be wanted.

They wouldn't really snatch three military exoskeleton devices and two bionic smart armors from the "Original City", right?

Hong Guangming is a person who has seen the world and experienced life and death. He quickly recovered, looked at Jiang Baimian and the others and said:

"You guys are really not easy...

"These equipment are all controlled products."

Ding Ling woke up suddenly, walked a few steps forward, came to Hong Guangming's side, took out a stack of receipts, and said in a low voice:

"Grandpa Hong, please accommodate me, they really just want to go to the ice field to explore the ruins."

This part of the bill is slightly equal to the profit she made in the previous transaction with the "Old Tune Group".

Hong Guangming weighed the bills, nodded slightly and said:

"You said so."

He immediately warned the "Old Tune Group":

"Well, these items cannot be brought into the settlement, I will write it clearly on the pass."

Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously glanced at Shang Jianyao.

Shang Jian Yao's expression was blank, as if he had turned into a statue.

Chapter 145 Sharing Information

Sensing the change in Zhang Qubing's gaze, recalling Xue Shiyue saying that he was a fanatical admirer of the "Salvation Army", Hong Guangming put the stack of bills into his pocket and muttered:

"Didn't I spend my whole life trying to make my children and grandchildren live better?"

He then waved his hand:

"Okay, let's go in and get a pass for you."

This wave is the right hand of the non-mechanical arm.

Seeing Hong Guangming limping back to the building of "Wubei Management Committee", Jiang Baimian turned his head to look at Shang Jianyao again.

Shang Jian Yao's expression was serious, as if he was a little confused and lost.

"Let's go, aren't you already mentally prepared?" Jiang Baimian urged him.

Shang Jian Yao sighed and said:

"You do not understand."

Seeing that Jiang Baimian narrowed his eyes slightly, he hastily added:

"Reality is reality, and ideals are ideals. When there is a gap between the two, emotions will inevitably be affected. For example, Xiaohong..."

"Stop!" Jiang Baimian and Long Yuehong said at the same time, interrupting Shang Jianyao's metaphor that it might be very magical.

Ding Ling didn't quite understand the way they get along with each other, so she could only watch quietly, and didn't want to interrupt.

Soon, the "Old Tune Team" returned to Hong Guangming's office.

Hong Guangming buried himself in issuing the pass and said:

"Take out all the receipts on your body, let me check."

"Is this also checked?" Jiang Baimian was quite puzzled.

For polite and good-looking women, Hong Guangming is quite tolerant:

"The routine inspection is mainly because you are afraid that you will bring a large number of fake bills into the country."

Ding Ling explained in addition:

"Our bills are all pressed with plastic, and ordinary people can't forge them at all. They have neither the source of materials nor the corresponding machines.

"But the big forces like 'Original City' can do it, so one of the responsibilities of our border settlements, immigration offices and security inspection offices in various places is to intercept foreign fake bills."

That's it... In the old world, any small factory, or even a family workshop, could produce those small plastic cards. Well, this was the convenience brought by the highly mature industrial system at that time. Today's dust is just to obtain oil. It's all a difficult thing... Jiang Baimian suddenly sighed.

This is the difference between the old and the new era.

Ding Ling turned to Hong Guangming and said:

"Grandpa Hong, all the receipts on them were exchanged by me yesterday."

"Then there's no problem." Hong Guangming snapped a key out of his steel arm, opened the mechanical lock of the drawer below, and took out the official seal and inkpad from it.

Hey, he stamped a big bright red seal on that passport.

After Jiang Baimian took the pass, he found that there were two sentences in addition to the regular content:

"This pass does not include intelligent robots.

"When the corresponding four personnel enter the settlement, they cannot carry heavy weapons, high-tech equipment, or crates."

"Thank you, Director Hong." Jiang Baimian finally thanked him sincerely.

Although there are many restrictions, with such a pass, the journey of the "Old Tune Team" will be much easier, especially in replenishing supplies, so that they can go straight to the ice field without distraction.

After leaving the "Wubei Management Committee", the "Old Tune Group" drove a jeep and followed Ding Ling's green mountain bike to a place called "Huitu Hotel" on the edge of the city.

It is said to be a big hotel, but it is actually converted from an old world warehouse. It occupies a large area, and parking is very convenient, but the highest is only the third floor.

"This is specially for you foreigners." Ding Ling helped the "Old Tune Team" complete the check-in procedures, followed them to one of the rooms, and said with a smile, "You are not eligible for other places, even if you have a pass. .”

Inside and outside belong to two systems... Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"I have troubled you for the past two days.

"How many bills did you give Director Hong before? We will replenish it for you."

"No need." Ding Ling shook her head and smiled, "This is the difference in the price I earned from you before, and I can reimburse you later."

Hearing the last half of the sentence, Long Yuehong and the others suddenly felt familiar.

Ding Ling glanced left and right, closed the door voluntarily, and said seriously:

"You said before that you stole some information from the 'Original City'. What is it about? Is it possible to sell it to us?"