Qi Lin feels like the T camp in a classic FPS game called Counter-Strike in the old days, but unlike that game, the number of people on both sides is not five against five, but 1 against 100......

Not to mention entering the top floor of the bridge, it is very difficult to even get close to the bridge - according to Qi Lin's observation, even the players within the mutual aid association will be interrogated and inspected by the guards if they want to enter the bridge, not to mention the foreign players, it is estimated that if an outsider approaches the bridge, those guards may directly raise their weapons and fire.

Between the island and the deck, there was an open space of about twenty meters, where two power armor and six Templars patrolled back and forth.

There was no shelter in this clearing, and the light was very bright, and if Qi Lin slipped through with dynamic camouflage, he would not be spotted by the sharp-eyed Templars.

Qi Lin hadn't thought of a plan such as creating a small explosion in the other direction to attract the guards to the past, but as soon as this plan was born, it was immediately vetoed by Qi Lin himself.

These guards on the periphery are in three shifts, even if one team of guards is drawn away, the other team of substitute guards will immediately come out to fill the gap in defense, and it will not give Qi Lin any opportunity at all.

"Cooper, look and see if there are any other routes to the bridge." Qi Lin squatted in the shadow of a corner and whispered.

"Master, according to the structural diagram of the aircraft carrier, there were originally two passages under the bridge, one leading directly to the officers' quarters, and the other leading to a dining hall directly under the bridge. But judging from the footage on the surveillance cameras in the passage, both passages have been sealed, the thick metal hatch has been completely welded shut, and the electronics used to open the door have been smashed - if the owner tries to break down the passage door, unless there is a silent laser cutting equipment, the entire bridge will be alarmed. ”

"it...... Don't these guys on the bridge eat, and even the passage to the restaurant is blocked? It seems that there is only one way to enter the bridge from the deck. ”

"The player's meals inside the bridge are all delivered by the deacon who is in charge of this side of the chores, and as for the passage into the bridge - judging from the current structure and the observable places, there is indeed only this one on the top deck......"

"Wait! Cooper, what did you just say? Qi Lin suddenly interrupted Cooper's words.

"Access to the bridge ......"

"No, the last sentence!"

"The three meals of the players inside the bridge are delivered by the deacon who is in charge of this chore......"

Qi Lin glanced at the time, it was almost dusk now, and according to the internal schedule of the mutual aid association, under normal circumstances, the time for distributing food for dinner was usually around half past six to seven o'clock.

Of course, players who need to solve their own food problems are not included in this.

"Cooper, quick, search where the food in the bridge came from!"

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In the old days, Ding Xiaojiang was a trainee chef in a five-star hotel - the so-called trainee chef means, in layman's terms, just a small job responsible for laying hands.

A few years ago, Ding Xiaojiang's daily work was to choose vegetables, wash vegetables, cut vegetables and other chores, but a few years have passed, the surface has long been turned into a wasteland, and the five-star hotel where he once worked has become a ruin, but he still does this kind of work.

It's just that the ingredients that need to be processed by him have changed from all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas to frozen meat pieces and yellowed vegetable leaves dug out of tin cans.

Although the work is tedious and boring, as a deacon working in the galleys of the Holy Ship, Ding Xiaojiang can receive at least sixty resource points per week, which allows him to eat meat at least once a week in the real world, and can also bathe with second-class water.

It's 6:40 a.m., and a hot pot of hodgepodge is being carried up by two players to the cart, and the shelves below the cart are stuffed with plates, chopsticks, and spoons.

This pot of chowder is made of a dozen canned pork, a small amount of vegetables and spices, and a large amount of potatoes, although it does not look very good, but in the wasteland, it is already a very good dinner.

Ding Xiaojiang took a deep breath of the aroma from the chowder, then covered the pot, pushed the cart and walked towards the bridge—this pot of chowder was the dinner of those knights on the bridge tonight, and as for his own dinner, it was a few cooked potatoes wrapped in canvas in a backpack and a pinch of coarse salt.

"Eh, I don't know if I can ......pass this assessment," Ding Xiaojiang said to himself while pushing the cart. Three days ago, he had signed up for a new round of selection for the Knights Templar, and if he could become a Templar, he would be much higher than a low-ranking deacon in terms of status and treatment, and if he was lucky, he might even get the serum of a mutated creature.

The results of the preliminary round of selection will come out in a few days, and if you don't pass, you can only wait for the next time - of course, as a loser, he can also choose to join the reserve of the Knights, but the last time a friend of Ding Xiaojiang was completely heard from after joining the reserve, which made Ding Xiaojiang can't help but dispel this idea.

He is not so fanatical about the belief in the Mutual Aid Society, like many people, he only joined this huge organization just to survive, and after being mixed in the Mutual Aid Society for so long, Ding Xiaojiang naturally understands the concept that the reserve is equal to cannon fodder, if he really joins the reserve, then it is almost impossible to become an official Templar.

While thinking about these things, Ding Xiaojiang pushed the cart to a secluded corner, and suddenly, he seemed to hear a slight sound of wind behind him, and then, he felt a heavy blow to the back of the neck, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

Just as Ding Xiaojiang's collapsed body was about to smash the cart over, Qi Lin stretched out an arm and grabbed the mutual aid deacon who had just been knocked unconscious by him.

Dragged Ding Xiaojiang into a narrow alley, Qi Lin first stripped off his coat, then tied his hands and feet, gagged his mouth, and finally, Qi Lin pulled over a few flattened cardboard boxes on the side and covered Ding Xiaojiang's body.

Ding Xiaojiang's figure is half a head shorter than Qi Lin's, and his uniform is quite tight on Qi Lin's body, and his waist and cuffs are a lot shorter, but this is not a problem - then again, due to the shortage of materials, for most players, it is good to have clothes to wear, and it doesn't matter what fits or not.

After activating the Concealment Ring and changing his appearance and ID, Qi Lin pushed the cart with food and pushed it towards the bridge with a calm face.