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

Old Master Du stood outside the Ge Pavilion, surrounded by a group of servants, watching the real-time rescue images transmitted on the optical brain, and sighed softly:

How come this tall guy is blocking the camera?

What was he doing while supporting Ge Yun?

What is Xu Sansan doing cutting people's hair with a pair of scissors?

Does this treatment start from the hair?

Old Master Du watched the live broadcast with a frown on his face, deep in thought and confusion.

As for Xu Sansan and Xie Yuan in Ge Ge, one of them acted out his own performance with his hands flying, and seriously imitated the Shamatte barber, making random styling;

One of them used his body as a shield to cover the pinhole camera installed next to the wooden table, and his palms quickly and steadily "threw" Ge Yun's eggs.

Five minutes later, Xu Sansan put away his knife and stood up. Xie Yuan stuffed the metal bottle into his arms and put Ge Yun down on the ground again.

With a creaky sound, the door of Gege opened from the inside.

"Okay, let the medical technician come in and take a look at the situation."

Xu Sansan suddenly appeared at the door.

Old Master Du was in a panic and quickly cut off the real-time image on the computer. He smiled a little awkwardly, then pretended to be calm and quickly called for the medical technician to come in and check.

Xu Sansan twitched the corner of her mouth and pretended that she didn't see anything. Anyway, she had guessed long ago that the old man must have bad intentions and had a backup plan, so she just acted out that scene.

As for the captured footage, let Old Master Du figure it out himself.

The medical technician took the instrument and scanned Ge Yun several times. Old Master Du frowned and spoke quickly:

"How's it going? Any questions?"

The medical technician hesitated, nodded, shook his head, and exclaimed in disbelief:

“All…all done!

This... this is not scientific!"

Old Master Du was delighted at first, and then asked quickly:

“All done?!

Saved? "

The medical technician checked the data on the instrument, nodded, and explained:

"His vital signs are stable, but he is still in a coma. His consciousness is probably still dormant. He will probably wake up after some more rest."

Old Master Du's wrinkled peach blossom eyes widened:

"This... is it saved now? No need to inject some repair potion or life-extending medicine or something like that?"

The doctor waved his hand:

“It’s a complete waste.”

Old Master Du took a deep breath, and then his thoughts raced:

Such therapeutic effect...I'm afraid...it must be the healing energy!

It seems that the Xu family really has many secret inheritances!

Xu Sansan saw that the medical technician had given a clear diagnosis, which meant that she had successfully fulfilled her promise. So the next turn was Old Master Du.

Xu Sansan curved his eyebrows and grinned at the old man. His face looked calm, but he secretly complained in his heart:

Why are you still standing there? Say something quickly!

Self-awareness is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation!

Old Master Du held the carved walking stick in his hand, gently leaned it on the ground, exhaled, and his wrinkled peach blossom eyes were full of love. He stared at Xu Sansan tenderly and lovingly, as if he was looking at his precious great-granddaughter:

"Hey! Miss Xu! Thank you so much this time!

Don’t worry, we in the Du family always keep our word!

The conditions we agreed on before will never be broken!"

Xu Sansan smiled brightly, looking harmless:

"No matter where you are, we are all businessmen. Honesty is the cornerstone of our cooperation!"

But I couldn't help but complain in my heart:

You are a profiteer, and you still want to peep with the camera, huh!

People’s hearts are really unpredictable, we have to be on guard!

The two of them exchanged a few rounds of commercial talk, and then Xu Sansan and Xie Yuan went straight back to De Jiuxiang on the opposite side.

Old Master Du looked at the petite figure disappearing at the door, his fox eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly sent a message to Du Ziteng:

Little Teng!

You have to catch this Miss Xu quickly!

She now holds half of the Du family's fortune in her hands!

Hey!

Old Master Du watched the message being sent out smoothly, then he realized it belatedly and beat his chest and stamped his feet, feeling extremely regretful. Why did he make such a condition at that time?

It’s really... such a big loss!

That is the great treasure of the Du family that was lost outside!

Hey!

At the same time, the eight concrete blocks that were originally dull and dark around the bamboo forest of Du Fu's Thatched Cottage suddenly lit up with a faint halo...

In a basement in the inner city of Base 103, shadow members wearing hooded cloaks were pouring cans of blood into the pool!

Baideng was lying on his back in the pool, his whole body immersed in bright red blood.

Black air was constantly oozing out from his shriveled head and pale lips.

In the deep eye sockets, his eyes are slightly closed, like a thousand-year-old mummy.

If it weren't for the barely audible breathing sound that proved he was still alive, otherwise, Base City No. 103 would have lost two highly respected generals on that day!

Yes, at 11:35 this afternoon, the Chairman of the Democratic Party, General Wang Chongyang, suffered a sudden heart attack and was announced to have passed away.

Of course, this news was only communicated within the base’s top brass, and ordinary people have not yet received any formal official notification.

Yueying's figure flashed and sneaked into the Democratic Party's morgue.

He came to the ice coffin quietly, gently opened the lid, and looked at the corpse with countless black air wandering inside, his eyes sank.

He took out a glass bottle from the cloak, and the acid energy in the bottle instantly overflowed. In the blink of an eye, Wang Chongyang's body turned into a pool of deep red blood.

The black energy in the corpse was quickly absorbed by Yueying...

Ten thousand meters in the sky, Du Xiaowei, who had just arrived at the northwest hurricane belt and was about to start circling, sat in her exclusive cabin and hung up the video call with Old Master Du. She couldn't help but frowned slightly:

How could Xu Sansan reach Base City No. 903 so quickly? !

They both set out at the same time!

What secrets does the Xu family hide...

In the inner city of Base 903, in a Chinese-style courtyard with pavilions and towers, Du Ziteng sat at a carved wooden table and suddenly spoke:

"How's the check going?"

A sturdy man with a big pot on his back answered respectfully:

"We can rule out the families of Louis, Hugo, and Charles de Gaulle. The most likely suspects are those of Maccannon and Napoleon."

Du Ziteng tapped the folding fan in his hand:

"Macchanon? The one that uses chemical reagents to produce simulated sweeteners?"

The voice of the scapegoat sounded again:

"Yes! On the day when the Metal Wall was besieged by the Yamaguchi-gumi, our Jiazi Squad happened to send people to the simulated sweetener factory to purchase goods. At that time, someone caught a glimpse of a group of mosquitoes taking off from the corner.

Later, when we reviewed the situation, we suspected that the group of mosquitoes that took off might be the mechanical mosquitoes that broke through the metal wall barrier that morning.

Du Ziteng thought for a while, nodded, and continued to ask:

"What about Napoleon's family?"

The sturdy man pulled the big pot on his back with a serious expression:

"Their family has a piece of land near the artificial sweetener factory, which has been abandoned for many years..."

Du Ziteng's fox eyes narrowed slightly:

"Very good, I'll leave this matter to your Class A. Please keep a close eye on it!"

"Yes!"

The burly man who took the blame disappeared instantly.

In the kitchen of Dejiuxiang Hotpot Restaurant on the commercial street, Xie Yuan was diligently helping to prepare the dishes with his knife. Suddenly, the light brain on his wrist flashed, and an encrypted message came.

He frowned slightly. The only person who could send him an encrypted message, besides San San, could only be -

Scar.

He had previously thrown an encrypted communicator to Scar in One-Eyed Zhang's metal house.

The signal network used by this encrypted communicator is externally expanded through the serial connector on the roof of De Jiuxiang.

Therefore, their communication is relatively safe. Even if someone monitors Scar and successfully intercepts his communication signal, it can only be traced back to Base City No. 903. As for whether De Jiuxiang in the inner city can be further tracked, they may have to break the Du family's firewall first.

Although the communication between the two people has a certain degree of security, both parties tacitly agree that they would rather use an empty tube of nutrient solution and agree on a time and place to meet privately.

Therefore, Scar will not use this encrypted channel unless it is absolutely necessary.

Xie Yuan looked at the message on the computer:

Come back soon, there is progress!

He pursed his lips tightly, his thoughts racing:

It seems that Scar has found a key clue in the black market at Dongchengmen!