"go for meal."
As the elevator went up, light flashed through the door cracks from time to time.
Li Liang raised his head and stared at the changing floor numbers.
The situation in Zhongjing is now clear. Although there are still many doubts about authority and split-brain matters, Dr. Xisen still provided a lot of useful information. What we need to do now is to wait for K and Tu Ran to reestablish the line of communication to determine the situation in Zhongjing. , then interrogate Li Zhenguan to get the details, and finally formulate a detailed plan to gather troops to counterattack Zhuosi.
Putting aside his thoughts for the time being, he said calmly: "This meal is yours."
"Okay," Cain said without blinking, "How about I find you two girls to accompany you."
"Is it convenient?"
"What's the inconvenience? The whole submarine belongs to you," Cain said, turning his head and smiling at Dr. Xisen, "Doctor, why don't I find two for you."
Dr. Xisen, who was thinking hard, nodded: "Okay."
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Li Liang slowly turned around.
Noticing the look in their eyes, Dr. Xisen wondered: "Look at what I do, I can eat anything."
Cain chuckled, waved his hand and said, "You won, what do you want to eat?"
"You can just settle the bill then." Recalling the unpleasant experience of "visiting" the Defiant for the first time, Li Liang decided to revisit his old place.
Ding.
The elevator reaches the 18th floor.
The compartment door opened, and what was facing him was still a low and narrow barbed wire plank road, less than two meters high, with a large number of pipes protruding from the top. Gas lights were on every few meters, and the air was filled with water vapor, mixed with the smell of engine oil.
Different from the huge crowds last time, there were almost no people on the plank road at this moment.
As he walked forward, Li Liang noticed a lot of spurts of blood on the wall covered with pipes on one side, sewage flowing on the ground, and the bullet holes in many pipes had obviously just been patched.
It appears that retaking the Defenders from Lee and Carlos's men won't be easy, as fierce firefights break out throughout the submarine.
All the cabin doors were closed, and sometimes a hum of conversation could be heard coming out.
Occasionally, a cabin door opened, and the people inside looked over and saw the three of them, and immediately closed the door again with a bang.
The originally dark and depressing space had an atmosphere of impending doom everywhere.
Li Liang frowned and squeezed through the gap between the giant equipment blocking the road and the wall, arriving at the small square where he first met Tata.
Most of the shops around the square square were closed, and the light boxes in front of the doors were dim.
Several clubs where business was booming the last time I came here also had their holographic signs closed, and the holographic girls were nowhere to be seen.
The square was deserted.
At this time.
There was a crisp clang from the corner.
Li Liang heard the sound and looked over. Behind the light sign at the entrance of a store, there was a little boy squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and an iron bracket lying beside him.
Farther away at the entrance of the passage, there were two children poking their heads, looking here anxiously.
The three children probably sneaked out to play when their parents weren't paying attention.
Li Liang walked to the light sign, knelt down, and patted the little boy on the head.
"Sorry, sorry," the little boy held his head, closed his eyes, and shivered.
"May I have your name?"
"sorry Sorry."
Li Liang smiled: "Are you sorry?"
Hearing his laughter, the little boy quickly looked up, lowered his head and muttered, "My name is Earl."
"Earl," he touched Earl's head, "Don't be afraid, go home," he said and stood up.
Earl was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, raised his head and asked timidly: "Do you know Mr. Li Liang?"
Li Liang, who was about to leave, turned around and said gently: "We know you."
"Then..." Earl glanced at his partner who was waving his hands anxiously, and plucked up the courage to ask, "They said that Mr. Li Liang is the owner of the Defiant, and he will kick us out soon. Is this true? ?”
Li Liang smiled, bent down, and said seriously: "This submarine belongs to Mayfly, and it also belongs to you. Don't worry, no one will drive you away. This is what Li Liang said."
"Yeah," Earl grinned, showing a missing front tooth, "Thank you."
At this time, Cain poked his face out from behind Li Liang, raised his eyebrows and said, "Child, do you want to thank me?"
Earl's smile froze on his face, and then he held his head with both hands and shrank back.
"You scared the child," Li Liang frowned.
"Damn, don't I look gentle?" Cain pushed Li Liang away, squatted down, pinched Earl's face with both hands and shook it, "Child, are you from the Kluf family who repairs the pipes on the 14th floor?"
"Uh-huh," Earl's mouth was forced to pout, "uh-huh, my lord."
"It's your Lord," Cain let go of his hand, "Who told you to run around outside? Go home."
Earl jumped up and ran away.
After reuniting with their companions, the three children disappeared around the corner of the passage.
Looking around, Li Liang finally understood that because of his sudden appearance, the people who had lived in the submarine for many years began to worry about being homeless.
"Huh," Cain clapped his hands, his expression ugly.
From her unnatural expression, Li Liang estimated that she should know this situation, and that the Defender was not only facing a rebellion crisis, but also something worse.
Supplies?
Most likely supplies.
"What to eat?" Cain pretended to smile casually.
Li Liang subconsciously glanced at the original goal of the trip, shook his head and said: "What are you going to eat? Go back to the main control hall..."
"Damn, Shaxian snacks?"
Cain followed his gaze and saw the "Shaxian Snacks" in the dark, walked forward quickly, and banged the glass door.
moment.
A light came on inside, and an old man hurriedly opened the door, nodded and bowed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
"Whatever you need to do, go quickly," Cain walked straight in, pulled up a chair nearby and sat down.
Li Liang and Dr. Xisen followed in and looked around the store.
It looks like it hasn't been open for a long time.
Sitting down at the table, Li Liang frowned and said, "Is there something wrong with the supplies?"
"Well," Cain picked through his chopsticks, "I had been getting supplies through several gangs controlled by the Presbyterian Church. After being monitored, for the sake of safety, I had to cut off contact with the outside world."
"How long will the food last?"
Cain lowered his eyes and fiddled with his chopsticks: "I got some from Li Zhenguan's submarine today. I think it will last for a week at most."
Dr. Xisen's face was full of worry, but he hesitated to speak.
"In this way," Li Liang thought for a while and said, "first call everyone and go directly to the general control hall and tell them that we will solve the material problem as soon as possible, and that they can always live on the Defiant in the future. Let them worry about it first. Put it in your stomach, and after K and Tu Ran reestablish the communication line, we will get rid of the supplies first."
"That's right," Dr. Xisen nodded, "If it's not convenient for Beijing, I can help you in Xin'ao City. It's far away, but it's safe."
Cain said seriously: "You are the owner of this submarine, it is you who should tell them."
Li Liang took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and handed them to her: "This submarine is yours."
"Why?"
"Because..." Li Liang was equally serious, "I am afraid of society and stutter when there are many people."
"..."
Cain was stunned, holding the chopsticks and not knowing what to say.
"Here comes the noodles," the old man trotted over with a tray, put down three bowls, and said sheepishly, "This is the only one, Piaoxiang noodles."
Li Liang solemnly said: "Thank you, boss."
"Don't," the old man rubbed his hands, "I heard it just now. I'll treat you to these bowls of noodles, Mr. Li Liang."
"No, please, our lord," Li Liang smiled, "please hold on for a few more days."
"No, no, no, please, please, insist, I must insist," the old man said, turning back to the kitchen.
It had been a long time since he had eaten anything. Li Liang lowered his head and picked out a chopstick.
The noodles made from potato flour are very chewy, but unfortunately sesame seeds are too expensive these days. The noodles are topped with a sauce made from chlorella and flavor enhancers, and the quality is very poor, with a strong algae smell.
However, if you taste it carefully, it still has a bit of sesame flavor.
"Well," he said vaguely, "Dr. Sisson, Putnam, why do you use chlorella to synthesize everything?"
Dr. Xisen took a small bite and said with a grimace: "Chlorella is easy to grow and has comprehensive nutrition, but... the taste is indeed a bit strong."
"Just get used to it," Li Liang glanced at Cain, who was still in a daze, "Why don't you eat?"
Cain clutched his chopsticks and hesitated: "I'm actually afraid..."
"What are you doing? Are you nervous?" He ate a piece of chopstick noodles, "Well, I can't help you, so come on."
after an hour.
Cain, who had just finished his speech, stood on the edge of the podium, raised his right fist high, and shouted loudly: "Mayfly!"
Below, the dark crowd waved their fists and shouted in unison:
"Cain!"
"Cain!"
"Cain!"
Amid the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, in the center of the command podium, Li Liang sat on the large captain's chair, placing his hands on the armrests and quietly looking at Cain's back.
There is a huge relief on the high wall behind him:
"Hyanthus"
There is another line of words below, guarded by two pure gold angel statues embedded in the wall:
"The Twin Gods said: Make me a sanctuary, so that I can live among them."
