"If possible, Captain Zhao, please send someone in to investigate and see what's going on inside."

"If we go in, the other party will notice it. We need ordinary people to go so as not to alert the enemy."

Zhao Guoyan nodded: "You can't just go in casually, you have to think of a reason."

The two were discussing strategies, and Mian'ao couldn't wait any longer.

She glanced at the unlucky guy faintly, she was hungry.

Unlucky guy...

Can't wait to eat it, right?

Cruel human beings have gone too far. They want to kill the donkey before the millstone is even unloaded. Their hearts are despicable.

Cotton-padded jacket looked around, but no one paid any attention to her.

The little short legs began to rummage around restlessly, and in a flash, they ran into the garbage dump.

The garbage dump is so huge that it seems like there is no end in sight.

There was so much garbage inside that it piled up into countless small hills.

Walking inside the cotton-padded jacket, I felt small and helpless.

The unlucky guy was also floating nearby secretly.

"Human, where are you going to find it?"

The cotton-padded jacket tilted its head and looked at it: "It's delicious. Do you know where the bad guys are?"

Unlucky guy...

It doesn't like this name.

"I don't know." The voice was spooky and full of resentment.

Cotton-padded jacket was not disappointed and sniffed.

The only thing that entered my nose was a foul odor, and the top of my jacket was almost blown off by the smoke, so I decisively blocked my sense of smell.

I can’t rely on my sense of smell to find my grandson, so I can only rely on my legs.

The short legs started to rummage around again, wandering around the garbage dump.

Strangely, there was no one inside.

The cotton-padded jacket was not in a hurry. It looked for it slowly and chatted with the unlucky guy.

"It's delicious. Do you know where I can find some delicious food?"

Unlucky guy...

"It's delicious. Do you know how you can make it even more delicious?"

Unlucky guy...

"It's delicious. Can you give me an arm first?"

The unlucky ghost flew away angrily because it hated this human.

Cotton Jacket pouted: "How stingy."

The little head turned away with anger, and ran in the other direction proudly.