Not to mention the delicious salted crab roe, this meat porridge alone had become rare after the war. Ferocious pigs were actually very difficult to hunt, and the monster meat on the station was mostly other mutants. Furthermore, after a fierce battle, this seemingly everyday food was clearly superior to the wild versions in the bar. The food quickly healed everyone's exhausted hearts and bodies. The guide commented that the pain in his legs and feet had eased considerably.
Jiang Ling thought her cooking skills weren't very good, but everyone praised her. She had no idea what was wrong with her. Even after taking off her protective suit, the sight of her cooking had already filled everyone up.
Even as he digested his food after dinner, the flying squirrel was still thinking about Jiang Ling's profile, illuminated by the fire. Her tall, three-dimensional features, paired with those fleeting, mysterious green eyes, made his cheeks blush slightly, but his warrior's character kept him from even thinking about striking up a conversation after dinner. After all, he actually had a girlfriend, so he wasn't likely to be swayed by a beautiful woman.
"Ahem! You're stunned!" the Mole warned. "Don't forget our mission. This comrade might be from the military!"
The flying squirrel quickly turned his head away and asked in a low voice, "Am I being too obvious?"
He didn't answer, but just looked at the figure who was cleaning up the mess. . . . .
The search team arrived quickly, half an hour earlier than expected.
"Oh! You look like you've got a good harvest!" The leader shouted as he entered the base. He was a sturdy man about 1.9 meters tall. From Jiang Ling's perception, he should be an enhanced human.
"The three of them, name a price!" Jiang Ling pointed at the three unlucky guys behind him.
The leader glanced at the others, staring at the guide for a moment before saying, "Why negotiate a price? We're all friends! Also, how did you end up like this?"
"A group of mutants, one of them is level two, very strong." The guide replied. Although he was sitting on the ground, he did not look down and out. "Let's stick to the old rules, otherwise I won't dare to ride in your car!"
"Okay then. Two hundred per person, and if you want to transport goods, there will be a 10% tax." The leader's voice was still loud.
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