Everyone knows that the best way now is to wait and see and wait for opportunities.
So no one in the crowd asked, and no one stood up to question.
Alex, the pseudo-officer in strange military uniform, looked at the timid group of people in the camp like quails and roughly counted their number.
Then he raised his hand slightly and made a gesture of invitation:
"It seems everyone agrees. I'm very happy. Now, survivors with Kyoto ID cards, please come this way. Survivors without Kyoto base cards, please go to the other side."
As soon as he finished speaking, a team of seven people in the crowd immediately took action quickly.
They hurriedly grabbed their luggage from the ground and quickly stood in the direction Alex pointed.
Their series of actions made everyone understand one thing at once.
People who hold Kyoto Base Cards are treated differently from these people.
At this time, several people in the crowd were also getting restless. They were wondering if they could join the team holding the Kyoto base card.
However, the pseudo-officer standing in front had already seen through their thoughts and said jokingly:
"Friends, Kyoto base cards are difficult to forge. If you don't have a base card and still stand in that line, the consequences may not be good."
After these words were spoken, those who had been thinking about it stopped.
The members of the teams surrounded in the middle were also discussing countermeasures with each other.
The group of puppet soldiers were not in a hurry either, they just watched with guns.
They just let everyone discuss in a low voice, without any fear that they would come up with any bad results.
He Xiaobei also discussed it with Hu Ling and the Eight Evils, and they all decided to do the same as before, to wait and see what happens and wait for the opportunity.
So they quietly began to pick up their luggage on the ground.
He Xiaobei put out the fire. Under the cover of night, she stuffed the Desert Eagle and Lightning on the side of her backpack into the space and took off all the jewelry on her body.
Like her, Hu Ling stuffed some snacks that He Xiaobei gave her, as well as things that were difficult to be found, into her own space.
Taking advantage of the chaos in the camp, He Xiaobei smeared his and Hu Ling's faces with charcoal ash.
When some people started to move towards the team without the Kyoto base card, the three of them had almost finished packing and quietly followed the crowd to stand at the back of the team.
As they approached the team, the pseudo-officer noticed the three of them and kept observing them for a long time.
But their clothes provided them with good cover, and the man named Alex didn't seem to notice anything unusual and looked away.
Seeing that everyone in the camp had lined up obediently, the officer stepped forward, stretched out his hands and began to applaud:
"Okay, very good. Thank you for your cooperation. Now my people will check the survivors who hold Kyoto base cards. Please hold your ID cards in hand and don't delay our staff."
Alex turned his head slightly to signal to the people behind him. A woman holding a palm-sized instrument led the way, followed by two men with guns who stepped out of the team.
They saluted Alex and then walked towards the group holding Kyoto identity cards.
It seemed that this was not the first time for the team members to experience this. They handed their ID cards to the newcomers very skillfully, without any worry that the other party would confiscate their ID cards.
There weren't many people holding Kyoto base identity cards, and they were verified by three people in less than five minutes.
There are no small fry in the team.
The woman holding the machine nodded at Alex, then returned to the team with the two pseudo-soldiers behind her.
Alex maintained his graceful movements and said to those people with a polite smile:
"Congratulations, my friends, you are free. Now please leave."
After hearing this, the few people turned around and ran into the night without hesitation.
The crowd who did not have the Kyoto base card identity team began to riot as they watched them leave, and some even couldn't contain themselves.
But seeing the puppet soldiers surrounding them with guns, he finally managed to hold back.
Alex waited for a while, until the group of people walked away, then turned to look at He Xiaobei and the others:
"Then let's set off towards our base in City T and rescue the innocent survivors who died or were injured in the natural disaster."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the private base.
He Xiaobei rolled his eyes inwardly. He hated people who pretended to be cool the most.
Although Alex's movements were graceful, the strange military uniform he wore was still very eye-catching.
His long golden hair was tied casually behind his head.
With this outfit, even the most elegant movements looked extremely funny, but he seemed completely unaware of it.
It turns out that it is foreigners who make the fool of themselves!
After Alex turned around, the surrounding puppet soldiers also began pointing their guns at the crowd and giving orders:
"Keep up, keep up, keep up with the people in front."
A puppet soldier saw someone walking outside the crowd, ran over, and kicked that person:
"What are you looking at? Are you blind? Go forward and get back to the group."
He Xiaobei and the other three lowered their heads obediently and followed the crowd forward, but their eyes were observing everywhere.
The team was moving very fast, and if anyone slowed down a little, the puppet soldiers on the side would punch, kick and curse at the crowd.
Hu Ling was still injured at this time and could not walk too fast, so Baxiong finally carried her on his back.
He Xiaobei carried two large backpacks and pretended to be struggling.
After seeing this, the puppet soldiers observed them for a while, but in the end didn't say anything.
Anyway, as long as they don't fall behind, no one will care.
Hu Ling was very happy and lay very quietly on Baxiong's back.
He tilted his head and kept whispering in He Xiaobei's ear:
"Oh, fairy Miaomiao, what are they going to do with me?"
"Hey, fairy Miaomiao, what are they going to do with you?"
"Oh, fairy Miaomiao, they won't take my disciple away, will they?"
After he finished speaking, there was no movement. After a while, it was as if he had finished a big drama in his mind.
She was extremely excited and whispered in He Xiaobei's ear again:
"Oh, fairy Miaomiao, my disciple is so miserable."
"Wow, wow, wow, after he's captured, those people will definitely treat him very..."
As she was talking, Hu Ling herself got stuck.
Listening to Hu Ling's mumbling, He Xiaobei and Baxiong did not respond much.
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