"You, come with me." The blue-black-haired youth pointed to Mia in the crowd.

Mia seemed to know where she was going and nodded respectfully.

After Mia left with the Knight of Light, the curious Macon asked, "Where is she going, why isn't she with us?"

Scott smiled and said, "How come with us? She's a woman, so of course she has to go to the lady's room on the other side. There's no shelter here."

Hearing this, Macon blushed suddenly, a little embarrassed.

"Okay, let's all take a shower and change our clothes. Someone will come over later to check our bodies." Scott said, taking off the black soft armor that was already stained with blood, and throwing it aside at will, naked. He went to the sink next to the toilet and took the clean water inside to wash his body.

This is the big wash.

People in this world are very taboo, but when they come back from outside the wall, they have to undergo a big wash.

The three of Macon followed suit and took off the soft black armor with him, and began to wash their bodies.

During the ten days of activities outside the wall, they were extremely uncomfortable with sweat sticking to their bodies, and their bodies gave off bursts of stench, and they wanted to wash them for a long time.

Du Dian's character is still relatively introverted, which can be seen from his usual few words. He rolled up the sheets and hung a curtain to cover them. Then he took off the soft armor with countless scratches and began to take a shower.

Every time he takes a bath, Du Di'an can't help sighing secretly. Dry rubbing without shower gel is really not used.

"Look, Dean, this guy is doing this again."

"It's also covered with a curtain. It's all men here, so what's there to cover."

"It was like this during special training. Sometimes I wonder if Dean is a girl."

The three of Macon laughed when they saw this.

Du Dian stretched his head out of the curtain and said viciously: "Macon, if you talk nonsense again, I will tell Bei Weiwei that you secretly painted her portrait! Zach, don't laugh, you secretly took someone's money last time. , do you want me to say it! Sham, if you keep making fun of you, I will go and tear down your pub!"

The three of them covered their mouths when they heard it.

Scott laughed while watching.

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At the same time, in a hidden castle in the business district.

Under the claws of the black crow, a letter was sent through the window of the old castle and fell into a room on the second floor.

This is a very luxurious and spacious room. The dark red fleece blanket covers most of the floor. The large red paulownia wood desk is older than the owner sitting on it. This is a fat middle-aged man. Leaning against the unbearably creaky chair and swaying, playing with two pure agates in his hands, he caught a glimpse of the letterhead on the table.

"What news, it was sent directly without going through the procedure." He frowned slightly, but sat up and took apart the letter. The letter paper, which was filtered extremely white and had a faint fragrance, was densely written on it. He looked at it for a while, and his face suddenly changed After a change, "Byrne didn't come back? How could it be that his mission this time was not to do the finishing work? Why didn't he come back on time?"

He stared at the stationery, his face uncertain.

The consortium has set a time for hunters and scavengers to go out. The consequences of violation are extremely serious. If they don't come back on time, there is a 70% chance of death. The remaining 30% is likely to be on the verge of dying, trapped, or temporarily encountering a crisis and failing to return in time.

Byrne's situation was different, however.

It is only responsible for finishing work, not hunting in the gray area. The risk factor is extremely low. If you fail to come back on time, the possibility of death is extremely high!

He held the letter paper and was angry in his heart. Byrne was a hunter he was responsible for. Once he lost it, his status in the consortium would be affected, and the money he earned would also decline a lot.

"It must be investigated!" He immediately made a decision, his eyes were cold, "If I am disobedient and go to the gray area, I can't blame others, even if the "madman" finds me, I can't bear the responsibility! However, if it was killed by hunters from other consortiums in the eighth district, it would be an intelligence problem with our consortium! "

He immediately picked up the quill, wrote quickly, passed the order, and thoroughly investigated the matter!

After all, although the Mellon consortium has a great career, losing a hunter is not a trivial matter, and such a strange loss is likely to involve loopholes in intelligence or the consortium's spies!

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In the headquarters of the Mellon consortium and scavengers in the business district.

Two pieces of information were quickly passed on here.

The first floor of this headquarters building is responsible for receiving and processing basic information, and the second floor is the administrative floor, which handles important matters for scavengers. At this moment, both pieces of information are sent to a spacious office on the second floor.

"Information from Hunter's Headquarters?" On the desk is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a two-stroke beard, a neat suit, and a straight and respectful sitting posture. He was a housekeeper of the Mel family. Loved by the master, and now dispatched here to manage the scavengers, the power and identity are much greater than that of a mere butler, "Is there a hunter who didn't come back in the eighth district? Strange, isn't the eighth district finished cleaning? There are only a few details left, how can there be hunters who haven't come back from there?"

The middle-aged man stared at the letter paper and frowned, "The above suspects that something happened to the hunter, and sent this letter, is it because we suspect that there is something wrong with our scavengers?"

After all, he has been running this business for more than ten years, and he immediately figured out the meaning of the above, and his face became a little gloomy. If it is thoroughly found out that there are spies among the scavengers, the staff of the scavenger headquarters will inevitably be criticized and even punished. !

However, he also felt helpless. After all, no amount of scavengers could make up for the loss of a hunter.

"Check it out. If you find a spy, you can only recognize it." The middle-aged man sighed, put the letter aside, and opened the second letter. , made him startled for a moment, "Someone turned in "Han Jing"? Hey, the name Du Dian... Isn't this the seed object in this batch of scavengers? "

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and said, "This little guy is quite clever, and he was able to pick up the leak from the hunter. It is indeed the seed target of the first three achievements in the special training, and it is indeed worth the investment of the consortium. Funding cultivation."

His previous depressed mood suddenly improved. Originally recruiting Du Di'an was a happy event for their scavenger headquarters, because they had seen Du Di'an's resume, and the radiation value in the body was extremely low, although it was not a "bright physique", But there is still a glimmer of hope to become hunters, it's just that they are reluctant to invest money in training, and now it seems that they can try!

If he really became a hunter, it would also be a feat for him!

He casually put the letter on the previous letter. If other consortium scavengers picked up the cold crystal and happened to meet a letter from the Hunter's headquarters, he would probably link the two together, and some conjectures emerged. . But now the object is Du Dian, but he will not associate it.

Because Du Dian graduated from the scavenger special training and is a seed target, no consortium would be stupid enough to send such a person over to be a spy! Secondly, during the special training for scavengers, all financial groups, including the military, are prohibited from contacting scavengers!

Therefore, when graduating, each consortium could only try their best to offer benefits and temptations, but could not contact in private, which would break the rules!

Therefore, the only group that could be spies could only be the scavengers cultivated by their consortium themselves. In contrast, those people were far more likely to have problems than these newly graduated scavengers.