Chapter 1 Chapter 1 The First Mission

Chief's office.

The man was wearing a shirt and tie, sitting upright with his hands flat on the table. He wore thin gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and had a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye.

"Guide Xu Shanshan."

Her eyes were focused on the white, slender fingers. She only reacted when she heard the voice. She looked up suddenly, her eyes widening, "Here!"

"Don't be so nervous." The man relaxed his brows, forced a smile, and spoke in a gentle tone.

Her attitude was calm and modest, and her small gestures revealed her lack of confidence. He couldn't help but wonder where she came from and what kind of environment had shaped her into such a character.

The man stood up, and she spun around like a sunflower circling the sun. A cup of tea, fragrant and fragrant, was placed on the table. Seeing that she was too nervous, Shan Hao soothed her, "I won't eat you."

What do you mean they won't eat her? She rubbed her index finger. Of course, this wasn't a cannibal tribe; the meat they ate was pigs, cattle, sheep, and poultry.

The commander has a dignified appearance and his temperament looks more like a university professor than an officer.

She put her palm close to the wall of the cup, feeling a little hot, and reflexively withdrew her hand. The man had just made his second cup of tea and turned around to see her movements. "Drink slowly, it's still a little hot."

"Show me your hand."

Hearing this, she spread out her right hand, revealing her palm. She subconsciously trusted him, perhaps because of his appearance and voice, and he was honest and gentle, not the aggressive type.

He pulled out the patch. His red fingertips, wrapped in sterile cloth, applied light pressure, feeling cool to the touch. He spoke slowly and clearly, "In fact, I have an obligation to care for and protect you."

Xu Shanshan stammered in response and turned her head away embarrassedly.

After she arrived at the White Pagoda, she ate and drank for free for a while. The shadow of her near-death experience gradually faded away, and her curiosity about the new environment took over. She felt embarrassed to eat for free every day.

"Are you used to your life?"

"Yeah, it's good."

The answer is vague, but still a bit cautious. When your boss asks about your life, it's not out of concern, but to pry into your privacy and test whether you can be a qualified cattle horse.

She expressed her ability to adapt to the environment and fulfill her job responsibilities, but she was secretly worried about whether she could play her role, as it sounded so esoteric.

"Before you officially start work, I will first familiarize you with the objects of your work."

"good."

The woman nodded, not objecting. Many of the tower's guides had gone out with the group, leaving few on guard duty. Many sentries, unable to receive guidance, had been imprisoned underground.

The man stood up and walked out, and she followed him, her body tucked behind his broad figure, probably pressed against his shoulder blades, as they both stepped into the elevator.

The floor light ring lit up, the floor number flashed, the elevator stopped halfway, the sliding door opened, and three men walked in.

Leading the group was the only person she knew, her savior, a man wearing a tank top and a bandage on his upper arm.

He stood at the door, sniffed, glanced inside, and soon found her hiding behind the man. He raised his right eyebrow and walked in.

The air was filled with an alluring scent. It turned out to be a guide. Seeing her ducking, the two of them tactfully pressed against the wall, keeping their distance. As they chatted, I caught a glimpse of her from the corner of my eye, but her back blocked my view.

"Shanshan, it's you." Xia Guangli approached with a smile, put his hands on the railing and looked down.

The two people behind him heard this and realized that this was the little guide he had brought back, and watched with interest. The commander turned his head, glanced at the reflection, and did not stop him.

"Well, is your wound feeling better? Thank you for saving me. I've been trying to find you, but I didn't know where you were."

On the third day after the rescue, they returned to the White Pagoda and parted ways. They never met again. Before they had time to thank each other, they unexpectedly met by chance.

"Add your contact information, I'll keep you informed from now on." The man took out his laptop.

“…”

Xu Shanshan fell silent. Putting aside the need to report at all times, she was currently penniless and had no money to buy communication tools. She said awkwardly, "Leave me your number. I'll add you when I buy a laptop."

"good."

The man paused and watched her take out a palm-sized notebook from her trouser pocket and take notes while leaning against the wall. He read until the end and thought she was very cute and wanted to pat her on the head.

The elevator slowed down, the upward force hit my knees, the door opened, and I arrived at the first floor.

"Captain." The team members were the first to walk out of the elevator.

Xia Guangli put down his hands, ready to move, and said with a smile: "Remember to contact me. I'm on the 27th floor. You can come and visit me when you're free..."

"Sentryman," the officer interrupted, "you'll be late in three minutes."

Xia Guangli put away his smile, looked directly at the man in front of her, waved, and walked out. "Thank you for your kindness, Commander Shan Hao."

"May every sentinel remember his duty." His tone was calm.

She waved back until the elevator doors closed and moved down at a steady pace. The man said, "It seems like you guys get along well."

It should be a compliment. He is also a sentinel and her job target. She nodded in response, "Yeah." The other party straightened his head and stopped talking.

Arriving underground, the officer stepped out. The lights gradually brightened, and the room became dim. Walking through the corridor, he found a separate room in the center. The upper wall was made of high-strength glass, and the lower part was a one-meter-high solid wall.

In the center of the room, there was a circular table with several surveillance cameras covering all the rooms on that floor, but the light was dim and she couldn't see clearly.

Shan Hao looked around. The sentries had been waiting inside for a long time before they entered, now standing in the room as quiet as chickens. He could clearly see the faces hidden behind the windows. What a lucky bunch, he sighed.

"Stay here for three hours and then come out."

After saying this, Shan Hao was about to leave. Xu Shanshan wanted to ask him, but she hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Sir, what do I need you to do?"

The man stopped, and the white light hit her face. She was a little panicked. He pondered for a moment and said, "You don't have to do anything. Just stay here."

"good."

"Anything else you want to ask?"

Xu Shanshan shook her head. Shan Hao looked up at the silent sentinels and said, "Don't worry. The White Tower won't allow the sentries to harm the guides. If anything unexpected happens, I'll be there in time."

"Yes, sir."

She was a little excited and nervous after leaving the protection of her leader. She yawned, but the nervousness soon turned into boredom.

She sat and watched the surveillance for a while. The rooms inside were all dimly lit, and the surrounding environment was not on the screen. She almost had to put her nose close to it to identify who was living inside.

Perhaps these contaminated sentinels need a darker environment with less external stimulation.

In a semi-enclosed room, where she couldn't see clearly, the sentries were imprisoned separately. Some of them were lucky enough to be selected to contact the guide. They hid in the darkness, trying to be quiet, not letting other sounds or lights affect their minds.

Sentinels have keen senses and a strong sense of territory, and they don't like to be approached by their own kind.

But the person surrounded in the middle was different; she was a guide. The rich fragrance emanated from her body, overflowed from her breathing holes, and then entered the room. They were all immersed in it, breathing in with fascination.

She was the center of attention, her figure the absolute focus in the bright room.

Lacking any activities or people to engage in, she wandered around twice before returning to her chair, bored. She glanced at the clock and saw only half an hour had passed. Uncontrollably, she yawned, folded her hands, and, feeling sleepy, rested her cheek against her arms, squinting her eyes as she leaned over the table.

The boss said she didn't have to do anything, so it should be fine for her to get some sleep.

After she fell asleep, rustling sounds began to be heard in the room, and some people began to talk in low voices. There was a shortage of guides in the White Tower, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people locked up in the isolation room.

Each guide usually selects one or several teams as their accompanying guides, because for long-term missions, not bringing a guide will greatly reduce the survival rate. Now the pollution situation outside is getting more and more serious.

In order to protect the safety of residents and expand the scope of activities, frequent field missions are necessary, but this also leads to fewer guides staying in the tower. The reservation queue is queued up for a year later, and this is for these senior sentinels.

Of course they also hope that their team can be tied to a guide, but this is just a beautiful wish.

Xu Shanshan, appearing before them, was undoubtedly a delicious, mouth-watering piece of cake. Everyone maintained a tacit understanding, remaining silent and silent, as they needed time to observe her, infer her attitude from her actions, and then choose the appropriate solution.

It was a pity that she couldn't see them, otherwise Laurent felt that someone present would use some dirty tricks to seduce the other party.

But a sour, slightly bitter smell came in. He sniffed and found that it came from the circular room in the middle. It was an unhappy smell.

When she crawled down, her face was blocked by the wall and he couldn't see clearly from his position, so he sent out pheromones to ask the brother next door what happened.

"She cried."

That's what his brother told him.

He released his spirit form, a bee, and it flew out of the window, but then an unpleasant voice came from the side, "Laurent, you have violated the agreement. If you go near her again, I will report you."

"You're looking at a lockdown of between a week and a month."

Laurent shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned. He knew the silly bird was just jealous of him, he was sure. Because his spirit body made too much noise, it would easily attract the attention of observers, so no one was allowed to approach.

Two bees flew through the breathing hole. When they met, they looked at each other and decided not to interfere. They came to the woman's side, wings fluttering rapidly, making a buzzing sound, and landed on the frame of the monitor, and the image was transmitted to her mind.

She did cry.

It was unknown how long the woman had been awake. She was still lying on the table, her cheeks and nose red. Tears flowed like a river from her pretty face onto the table. She looked very vulnerable, making people want to protect her.

Laurent didn't understand why she was crying. Her sentinel was killed in the battle?

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