There is no concept of earthquakes, and the houses of the Elta people are always built very haphazardly. Of course, this also includes the issue of strength.

Stepping onto the creaking staircase, Pippons frowned - this small chamber of commerce building that looked carved and painted from the outside, the stairs were moth-eaten in many places, making people feel a little shaky when walking on it.

This should be a no-brainer! Half a year ago, Pippons fantasized about living in a house with a flue and a fireplace, but unfortunately now that he lives in a single apartment, he doesn't look down on such a room at all.

"This is your room." The guy with the lamp stretched out his hand slightly, pointing to a room that looked fairly clean - the Chamber of Commerce always had to receive some guests from all over the world, and a few rooms were still needed.

The man turned and went downstairs with a nostalgic look, it was enough for him to have a nice wooden bed and a cleanly washed sheet, and this was still in the room on the second floor.

A high floor means it won't get damp and will be less likely to be harassed by rats and large insects. As for the little insects on the body, they have coexisted mutually beneficial for so many years, what do they care about?

He didn't see the disgust in Pippons' eyes.

In the clean-looking room, there are invisible insects, cobwebs and moth-eaten holes in the corners. The worst thing is that from the moment I entered the door, the whole house was filled with a strange smell that stinks and can't say sink, and sour can't say sour.

The acid water in the stomach is churning, and it is about to come up! Pippons couldn't stop thinking about the men's messy hair, the dirty corners, and the garbage-ridden cul-de-sacs on the corners. The city looks so beautiful from the outside, but when it comes to the details, it is disgusting.

Pippons' brow was furrowed at the top of his head. This room

He hurriedly opened the package and turned over the jar of life-saving elixir like a quick-acting heart-saving pill. It was not a good thing, but a sweet candy that the Chinese in Mendong City often ate and could not be bought by the natives.

He had seen this candy when he was in the army, and many of the former PLAs had to chew a few before the war, and they had to chew desperately with their cheeks puffed out - but they would always spit out these chewy candies in the end, wrap them in paper and stuff them into their pockets.

It makes sense that chewing gum should not be owned by the natives. If they fail to carry out the truth that chewing gum must be carried in their pockets before and after eating, the cleaners in Mendong City will be in the same predicament as their counterparts across the portal. To this day, on this side of the portal, whether it is under the bus seat, in the desk drawer, or on the most strange floors, you can see either "fresh" white light, or the "phantom" of chewing gum that has been stained with dust and turned into a stubborn black stone.

But the staff officers foresaw Pippons's situation—to be exact, all expatriates would receive this top-notch food. Not all bases have aromatherapy to hide the strange smell wafting from the pits, toilets, and restaurants.

The unfilled plastic jar swayed at the bottom of the package with a pleasant sound—Pippons's eyes lit up, and he jerked out the jar as if a skilled fisherman had seen treasure in the water.

Tear open the plastic seal next to it and pour one out and close your teeth. The fresh smell of orange immediately replaced the bitter reality, pinching his ears with the energy he had sunk into the Minerva River.

"Ah, it's so much better." He also learned from his former superiors and fought desperately with chewing gum in his mouth. The harder he bites, the more the looming sugar appears.

There are also a lot of high-end gadgets in the package. Pippons pumped his cheeks to lock the door tightly, and first turned over the GoPro in his fanny pack and replaced it with a new battery.

Reconnaissance operations began from the time of his arrival. He had to keep in mind who he was wearing, and in which direction he was going. It's a pity that he hasn't seen the guy with the gun on his back yet, that's his main target.

Those soldiers are all silver-like pewter spearheads. Thinking so, Pippens pulled out a shiny soft-bodied pistol from his pouch, as well as a close-fitting dagger - he was confident that the average soldier would not be his match at all.

The blood-pumping impulses and delusions didn't last long. Pippons sighed softly. Fighters on the secret front are not allowed to strike—and they must not be forced to do so.

"There is always more to know than to know." The police officer who taught him how to infiltrate and reverse osmosis drew a circle on the blackboard with his hands behind his back. "Don't think that if the flesh has destroyed your current enemy, you feel like you can return to the rear and rest easy. Some reckonings, though evil, will always come, and the best safe thing to do is not to expose yourself. To keep yourself safe from the unknown, it's okay to let yourself be the unknown. ”

The guns and knives given to him were more like tools for him to kill himself at a critical moment. Pippons played with the whispering gun with the magazine unloaded from his hand and maintained a different posture, and couldn't help but think of the broken steps pacing beside him all the time, ready to wait for his unprepared death.

"What about death?!" He really wanted to take advantage of the young Fang Gang's surging pride and ambition to roar. After his death, some people admire him, and his family members in Mendong City can have a rest of their lives without worrying about food and clothing, and can be admired. For a warrior to have a stable and glorious plan to deal with the aftermath in addition to reputation, this is more important than anything else.

Because there were relatively no worries, the soldiers were able to maintain their formation and defensive line under high morale, and enter danger or hold out to the last man. Soldiers with concerns will always lead the battle line to collapse in various battlefield situations, or lose their minds and directly join the enemy......

Barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes, which is probably what it means. Of course, barefoot soldiers rarely have amazing morale, and the peasant army that bursts out of the stomach with the last trace of demonic power bursting from the stomach and the Puritan army with a strong faith are two classic examples.

And the army in shoes is certainly afraid of losing the shoes on their feet. But this only needs to make them repeat that only if they firmly carry out the order, they will not lose everything they have. A well-trained and well-nourished team will always have an advantage over an emaciated and undertrained enemy under the same conditions of discipline and morale.

Death itself did not worry Pippens, but he feared that his death would not be "qualified" - in other words, if he died in Garcia, and at the hands of a black hand or a traitor, his death would most likely become "missing".

Whether it is in the military, the police circles, or the current intelligence front, people from other worlds have done their best to constantly emphasize the importance and significance of "loyalty". Pippens, who entered the counter-espionage level, only then learned that almost everyone with documents, or even those without documents, had a detailed file of bareheaded photos somewhere in Mendong City. It is marked with his basic information, and even his trustworthiness. Given the task of counter-osmosis at the grassroots level, he had access to countless personal files covered in green, yellow-green, and even yellow stickers, but he had no access to the files of himself, his classmates, and his colleagues—and he could be sure that they existed.

Where these people have been, how their oral experiences differ from those described by others, and what are the usual suspicious things are all fully reflected in the archives.

For those guys with red notes, he can go to various factories, workplaces, and even street corners to "make a soda appointment" with these people, remind them what to do, or never have to remind them what they should not do-

Those who are disloyal to Doniva and are also disloyal to the people of the other world, as long as they have no use value, they should be completely eradicated. This is the experience that his teachers, veterans from China, taught him.

Loyal. Pippons nodded, his hatred for Elta's old regime and the Church of the Two Moons was longer than the Minerva River, and he was undoubtedly holding up his hands and feet for a regime that spared his life and gave him a new lease of life and a new status.

But no matter how attentive you are, it is useless to show determination. Pippons expertly withdrew each bullet from the magazine, wiped it clean, and loaded it into the magazine one by one. The most important thing for people from the other world is to work hard, not to talk about driving a big truck of Shaanxi Automobile.

If he had "died" behind enemy lines, if he had seen the body, he would have undoubtedly carved his name on the monument by the lake. If he could not see the body, he would undoubtedly be the subject of suspicion of "fake death" - several individuals registered in the prisoner of war camp were also "buried" or "killed by collision", but they have changed their doors to serve Sierta. The people of the other world are familiar with this hand, and if they seek stability, they will definitely put the "missing" and "dead and no corpse" situations on the to-do list.

Of course, when the time comes, it will be his name that will be filled in, and a big question mark will be placed on the back.

Even if he were to be hung next to Doniva's brother after his death, the guns, equipment, and tools on his body would undoubtedly be acquired by the Bilunar Church. Even if they didn't know how to use a radio full of otherworldly characters and symbols, or how to operate an incredible machine with a touchable display, the intelligence station in Garcia, Elta's former capital, would retreat if not be destroyed. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the liberation of the entire territory of Elta.

"Remember, chiefs and what I have taught you......" Pippons silently reassembled the scrubbed whisperer with a screwdriver, and the words of his comrades seemed to come back to his ears. If you are not careful, you will lose all the games. Whether it's his mission or who he is, the weight he represents means that he is destined to get out of the way - intelligence is secondary, and he can't be rash.

Locking the latch from the outside with a large Chinese lock, Pippons walked out of the door with the GOPRO with confidence. Before nightfall, some of the crowded streets were a good time for him to carry out reconnaissance operations.