Scavenging Notes: I am the Lucky Star of the End Times

Inside the small room, Xie Yuan stared at the location on the "little button" and couldn't help but frowning:

"It was actually transferred to the East City Gate..."

The pinhole locator in the sole of Niu Juanhua's foot was secretly implanted by Xie Yuan. Ironically, this pinhole locator was made of special metal material from the high-end storage box in the Golden Triangle.

Xie Yuan spared Niu Juanhua's life out of caution. He wanted to see if there were any other unknown forces behind her besides Mao Zige. Anyway, she was thrown into Area 8 without food and water, and she could only survive for another 5 days at most.

I just didn't expect that the situation now seems to have become a little complicated.

Not only did Niu Juanhua not die, but she was transferred to the East City Gate.

Xie Yuan looked at the coordinates on the "little button":

The black market at the East City Gate...?

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星历336年，炎季105日，早上06:25:00

Xu Sansan was awakened on time by the optical computer. He got up, went to the public toilet, washed up, and had breakfast. Then he shrunk the cart to its smallest size, put it on his left arm, and then, looking at the broken lens, he painted himself with a matchmaker's mole and two pimples. After wrapping himself with a small towel, he went out and ran towards the guard spacecraft parking area, 2.5 kilometers away from the south gate of the base.

At the same time, in a second-hand shop on the black market, Qin Ergou put on a wig and styled his hair like an old lady, imitating Xu Sansan's look, except that he put a huge matchmaker's mole on his left cheek.

His father said that for capable people, they need to observe and learn from all aspects and angles in order to become great!

Qin Ergou was pushing his shabby toilet cleaning cart, which was filled with various cleaning tools and his lucky charm - a plunger.

He shouted to Lao Qin downstairs:

"Dad, I took on a lot of big jobs at public toilets today, so I'll be home late. Don't wait for me to eat at noon!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door on the second floor of the black market in high spirits.

Lao Qin sat in front of the counter of the second-hand store, sighed, shook his head, and sent a message to Xu Sansan:

"Don't let him get off the ship!"

At 06:58:34, the four members of the Quartet team, Xu Sansan and Qin Ergou, successfully reunited at the spacecraft parking area.

Xu Sansan looked at Qin Ergou's big head wrapped in a scarf, and the charming matchmaker's mole exposed in the gap of the scarf, and was speechless for a moment:

If you weren't so muscular and had such a big head, I would have thought I was looking in the mirror when I looked at you...

Soon, Gao Xuan, the captain of the 5th team of the Xuanwu Guard, appeared in front of the Sifang team. He glanced back and forth between Xu Sansan and Qin Ergou, muttering in his heart:

Didn’t they say that the matchmaker, Madam Mole, took on someone else’s job?

Why are you here again today?

Are you free again?

Did she bring her relatives too?

Gao Xuan nodded towards Hu Ba and said concisely:

"This time the mission is to find starchy food. We just need you to provide the coordinates."

After saying that, he paused, but still couldn't help asking:

"I heard that a private army team must have at least five people to take on a mission. You... this is..."

She looked back and forth at Hu Ba, Yu Ge, Dashuai and Xiao Jieba with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

In fact, Gao Xuan cannot be blamed for this, because the mission they posted actually opened up a total of 3 application slots for private army teams.

Who would have thought that, from the time the mission was announced until now, there hasn't been a single private army team willing to apply for it, except for the quartet team that suddenly showed up yesterday.

I thought that we would finally be able to get at least 5 more genetic warriors to expand the exploration range, but unexpectedly, only 4 people came today.

Gao Xuan felt that she had been cheated, so she was a little unhappy for a moment.

Hu Ba coughed dryly and explained:

"Our fifth member is here too..."

Then he pointed in the direction of Xu Sansan.

Gao Xuan glanced at Qin Ergou, who was short but had strong muscles, and nodded, accepting this explanation.

Then he raised his chin towards Xu Sansan:

"Then, ma'am, once you get on the spaceship, follow the guards."

At this time, a tall man from the 5th team of the Xuanwu Guard looked at the matchmaker mole on Xu Sansan's face and was very surprised. He quickly introduced:

"Auntie, you don't know, there are really a lot of problems with our toilet. Not only has it been blocked for several days, but also..."

Xu Sansan was speechless:

What? You don’t recognize me anymore after I got the matchmaker mole?!

Are these all a bunch of fake fans?

The Internet has no memory, and you, the Xuanwu Guard, have no memory either? !

Fortunately, Qin Ergou was very sensible. He immediately pushed his old street sweeper and nodded to Gao Xuan, saying:

"Hey! Okay, okay! Don't worry! I'm quite an expert when it comes to toilets!"

So, the quartet team quickly boarded the spaceship amidst the glances and scrutiny from the members of the Xuanwu Guard.

40 minutes later, with a loud bang, the spacecraft landed.

Gao Xuan and the guards' voices came from the cockpit:

"Check shield configuration!"

"The protective shield is activated normally!"

"Activate the spacecraft's stealth function!"

"The self-hiding function has been activated!"

"set off!"

The four members of the Sifang team and Xu Sansan followed the members of the 4th team of the Xuanwu Guard off the spacecraft one after another. Qin Ergou held a plunger and waved to everyone reluctantly.

Xu Sansan stood on the grass, and what caught his eye was a hilly area with undulating mountains. The mountains were high and low, stretching in an orderly manner into the distance.

At this time, Gao Xuan's voice came:

"In order to improve efficiency, everyone should spread out as much as possible and report coordinates to the discussion group every half an hour!"

After explaining the precautions, everyone immediately dispersed and began searching within the assigned coordinate range.

Xu Sansan was carried on Yu Ge's shoulders and followed the members of the Sifang team as they quickly moved towards the area they were responsible for.

Why was it carried?

Of course it’s because her short legs are really disappointing!

In order not to slow down the progress, Yu Ge can only trouble himself temporarily...

15 minutes later, the four teams arrived at the target range and then dispersed and acted separately.

Of course, they were not too far from each other. The five of them formed a "cross" formation, with Xu Sansan standing in the center of the formation, and the other four people scattered at the four corners.

In this way, they can maintain a distance of about 150-200 meters from each other, so that once someone is in danger, their companions can immediately come to the rescue.

Two hours later, the four-party team's "cross" formation had moved outward for several kilometers, but still found nothing.

In my brain, apart from the constantly echoing warning sound of "severe pollution", not a single nice word appeared.

"Hey~~!"

Xu Sansan couldn't help but sigh, took off the small towel around his head, wiped the sweat off his face, and drank some water to moisten his throat.

It has been so long since she went out to look for food that she is now mentally unstable.

It’s a sin, it’s a sin! We must get rid of this feudal superstition as soon as possible!

Then, an adapted version of "In the Fields of Hope" began to play in her mind on repeat...

After more than half an hour, the four teams' "cross" formation had reached the end of this area. Hu Ba looked at the hillside in front of him and sighed:

It seems that I have to change direction and continue testing!

At this time, Xu Sansan, who was sitting at the foot of the mountain, staring at the sky in silence and praying superstitiously, suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the big orange-yellow creature on the top of the hill not far away. He stood up suddenly:

Could that thing on top be... a big pumpkin?

At the same time, Scar sat at a metal table in the single dormitory, wearing a high-definition microscope on his head, holding a high-precision screwdriver in one hand and a pair of micro tweezers in the other, constantly operating the pinhole locator at the bottom of the pistol on the table.

This pistol is exquisitely designed, with a serial number engraved on the bottom: 1779...