You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 372: Yin Tianzheng, who loves fishing! A person with self-consistent abilities!
When Aotian uttered those bold words, Chi Ping was stunned for a moment.

Indeed, in every era and every world, there are always people who sacrifice everything for their ideals.

So, Chi Ping said, "He knew he was going undercover?"

Aotian shook his head: "He knows that his existence is to play an important role at critical moments, but he doesn't know what it is specifically for."

"Does he know that his father is the great general of the Eastern Region?" Chi Ping asked again.

"To be on the safe side, we didn't tell him." Aotian said.

"What kind of person is he?"

"A very cheerful young man who loves to chat and easily gets along with others." When he said this, Aotian smiled carefreely, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with this young man.

"What is your name?"

"Aww."

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Outside East A010 Fortress.

As a fortress numbered 10, life here is more affluent. The wilderness surrounding the fortress has been largely explored.

There are no supplies and no major danger.

Therefore, a small market without official control was formed here, with food and fuel serving as common equivalents.

"How much are the bullets?" Agua asked, weighing a box of rifle armor-piercing bullets in his hand.

The stall owner who was asked gave a dirty thumbs up: "Ten kilograms of coarse grains."

After the catastrophe, most of those who survived were those with special abilities, or those with special skills who didn't need to fight on the battlefield. Therefore, the price of food was higher than that of ordinary bullets.

"Okay." Agua nodded and pointed to the saber beside him: "How much?"

"Three pounds of coarse grains." The stall owner replied.

Agua put down the armor-piercing bullet in his rifle and said, "Forget the bullets, let's switch to sabers."

He picked up the saber from the stall and looked at the stall owner, who also looked at him.

After a while, they both spoke at the same time, saying the same thing:

"Give us food!"

Both of them were stunned.

The stall owner hadn't expected a freeloader to show up. He immediately raised the shotgun from behind the stall and pointed it at Agua: "I'll give you one last chance! Give me some food!"

Agua stretched out a finger and gently pressed it against the muzzle of the gun: "Don't get excited yet, let me tell you the truth!"

The stall owner looked at him suspiciously, his index finger already on the trigger.

"That's right," said Agua. "A bullet is worth ten catties of grain, and a saber is worth three catties of grain. That's what you said, isn't it?"

"Yes." The stall owner nodded.

Agua continued, "Then, shouldn't you give me the difference for the saber I exchanged for bullets? Seven pounds of coarse grain."

It turns out he is a genius in business.

"You kid!" The stall owner was immediately annoyed: "The bullets are mine too!"

"The bullet is yours!" Agua quickly comforted him: "But I didn't take it, right?"

"You--" The stall owner subconsciously pulled the trigger, but the next second, it seemed that something suddenly came to his mind.

He put down his shotgun with lifeless eyes, and woodenly weighed out six and a half pounds of coarse grains from behind his back, put them in a burlap bag, and handed it to A Gua.

"The bag is worth half a pound of coarse grains. This is for you."

Agua was stunned for a moment, then took the coarse grains and the saber and said, "You are such a black marketeer!"

A sly smile appeared on the stall owner's face: "Thank you for your patronage!"

Agua’s ability – self-consistent!
For those whose ability level is lower than one's own, as long as there is a certain relevance in the words, the other party can be forced to accept one's logic.

His accomplishments include but are not limited to:

"Your father is a man;"

"I am a man;"

"So, I am your father." But this ability can only be used temporarily. After a while, the recipient will wake up.

Therefore, Agua was quite famous outside the fortress. As soon as acquaintances met, they could get along well without even saying a word!
He swiped his ID card and entered the fortress.

I walked through the streets and alleys until I reached the door of a low-rise house. The glass in this house's windows had long been broken by children and hooligans. They had been covered with colorful plastic bags, and when the sunlight shone through, the house seemed to be filtered through a colorful filter.

It is very beautiful at first glance, but the eyes can't stand it if you stay there for too long.

Living in the room was a middle-aged man wearing a shabby suit. He was one of Agua's few friends.

"This is the labor fee." A Gua stuffed six and a half kilograms of coarse grains into the middle-aged man's arms.

The labor fee was the compensation the middle-aged man received for helping him.

Agua, feeling that it was too slow to fool people one by one, asked a middle-aged man to make some loudspeakers. He used his ability to preach about the success of the end times.

Yes, that kind of: "Understand the applause!"

In addition to providing equipment, the middle-aged man is also responsible for the venue and recruiting people.

However, they never do this inside the East A010 Fortress, mainly because they are afraid of being found.

The middle-aged man took the food and made way for him: "Come in and sit down?"

Before Agua even entered, he smelled a damp and musty smell in the house: "I won't go in. I have to take care of business."

"Then be careful." The uncle said with a smile.

"Let's go!" Agua waved his hand and turned away step by step.

In the apocalyptic world, Agua and the uncle are rare teammates who can trust each other. The uncle gets the least share of the spoils, but does the most work, yet he never complains.

If you think about it carefully, the two have been working together for more than three years.

It has only been seven years since the catastrophe.

"Uncle Zheng, we are friends regardless of age difference, right?" A Gua's voice came from afar, and the uncle could see the smile on his face.

So, the uncle smiled and nodded vigorously: "I don't know what the position is for friendship between people of different ages."

Agua spat and disappeared from the uncle's sight.

The latter then turned back to the room, and a voice came from the darkness:
"Master Ritsurin, are we going back to the bunker?"

"Wait a little longer, he will come to me again."

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Village camp.

When Chi Ping woke up in the morning, he saw Aotian beating Ganbanan.

The latter was already a bloody mess and had even been given first aid more than ten times by the healing ability users in the team.

I have to say that A-level ability users have good physical fitness.

Almost all the skin on his body had been pulled off, and a round, blood-stained eyeball could be seen directly in his eye socket.

He was trembling and shaking all over.

Aotian was extremely impatient, with a murderous look on his face.

"Why are you still fighting?" Chi Ping asked.

When Aotian saw that it was Chi Ping who came, his bad expression immediately softened. He changed his tone and said, "This guy is a tough guy."

"what happened?"

"Even after being beaten like this, they still refuse to tell us where they took the general."

Chi Ping was stunned for a moment. Last night, before Aotian came to him to talk about Agua.

The two-faced turtle had already told him that Huoba had captured Wen Tianyou.

Looking at the skinny man who was covered in blood and looked like he was living a life worse than death, Chi Ping fell silent.

Is it possible——

Did I tell Aotian that I didn't kidnap Huoba and ask Tianyou?

(End of this chapter)