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Chapter 385 Embers of the Past ([-])

The steam train stopped slowly, and the platform in Turan City had already been cleared by investigators from the containment agency.

Wu Mingkong and Simon Duncan walked out of the steam train slowly: "It seems that Turan City has long been out of the jurisdiction of the federal government. The real ruler is your containment agency."

"Be careful. Our containment agency has always been a formal organization with express approval from the federal government. The annual tax payment is nearly one billion yuan. We are loyal supporters of the federal government." Simon Duncan said without leaking anything.

"That's right, that's really huge, and the tax money of tens of billions is enough to feed that group of people."

Regarding Wu Mingkong's words, Simon Duncan just smiled and didn't continue, because no matter how he answered it was inappropriate, so he could only smile awkwardly and politely.

"What you said is wrong. The tens of billions of dollars in taxes have been spent on the federal armaments, agriculture and industry under the witness of the federal citizens. You have been in the shelter for a long time, and it seems that there is something wrong with the outside world. Cognitive bias." A tall, middle-aged man strode over.

Hobbs White, the financial director of the headquarters of the containment organization, is an eighth-rank demigod mage. Although he looks like a berserker in his tall and burly form, he is actually a serious traditional mage.

"By the way, the financial directors here all use the eighth-level demigod, so don't the cleaners who sweep the floor also have at least the fifth level?" Wu Mingkong couldn't help but complain.

The chief financial officer is not ordinary. In charge of the financial revenue and expenditure of the entire shelter organization, it is indeed a bit inferior to use an eighth-level demigod, but it is worth it.

If there is a problem with the finances of the entire containment organization, then this problem is fatal.

The head of the general office may be able to deal with the person who caused the financial problem in the first place, but he absolutely cannot deal with the financial problem in the first place, which involves too much.

Letting an eighth-rank demigod act as the financial director is still a mage profession. Although it cannot prevent financial problems, it can greatly reduce various inconveniences caused by finances.

It is also because of the existence of Hobbs White that the huge containment organization does not need a bloated financial team and can easily solve the monthly financial problems of the entire containment organization.

"It's not that exaggerated. Our cleaners are just ordinary people." Hobbs White's answer was boring and formal.

"Oh, all right, then let's go see the director general first."

To be honest, Wu Mingkong didn't care about the situation of the containment organization at all, nor did he care about the chief financial officer. What he really cared about was the Star Trail Ceremony, the containment objects and the so-called old gods.

financial problem?

Dazhou didn't have such a thing at all, let alone financial problems, even the economic system didn't have any financial problems.

As for the danger after meeting the head of the chief, Wu Mingkong is not worried, this is not the real world, if there is danger, just go there.

If you beat it, everything will be fine, but if you can't beat the dungeon to reopen, he has nothing to lose.

For him now, the proficiency of reading files and brushing seems to be very far away. It's not that he doesn't brush, but it doesn't mean much to him.

Returning to reality with a lot of knowledge and uploading it to the thinking network, not only did he study the new system alone, but the whole Da Zhou was studying with him.

Of course, this was done after Wu Mingkong determined that there was no problem with the system after many investigations. Before that, Wu Mingkong was still studying it alone.

"This way, please. The chief officer has been waiting for you for a long time." Although Hobbs White also believed that Wu Mingkong was contained, he did not show it like Simon Duncan and Nicole Joyce, but Very formal, the kind of movement that can't find any faults at all.

Looking at Hobbs White's various movements, Wu Mingkong was wondering how many times he had practiced, otherwise how could he be so proficient, he couldn't learn anything like him, and he felt rude when compared with him Like the rough people.

"I still need to take a car?" Wu Mingkong thought, is something going to happen on the road?

Hobbs White nodded: "I want to take a car, this is the latest product, a steam car, the fastest speed is not slower than a steam train, and it is small and exquisite without rails, but it is expensive and not many people can afford it .”

Wu Mingkong knew about the steam car, it was a kettle that was called moving.

Wu Mingkong didn't dare to compliment his performance, unless he joined the Star Trail Ceremony, otherwise this thing would be a pit.

But after thinking about it, since it is produced by the containment agency, maybe it is not only the star track ceremony, but also containment objects and the like. It can be contained, and there is not much problem in this aspect.

It is regarded as the second posting and transformation of the containment.

Of course, that was what Wu Mingkong thought before he saw the steam car, and after seeing it, he felt a bit of shit.

It's not that the real thing is too high-end, but that Wu Mingkong's expectations are too high.

If this thing sits on it and moves at a high speed, it doesn't make sense if it doesn't fall apart.

The most important thing is that Wu Mingkong didn't discover the brakes, no wonder they are expensive and not many people can afford them.

Disposable items are not unaffordable, let alone unusable, except for extraordinary people, ordinary people may be able to restart their lives after using them up.

The impact of this kind of high-speed movement without braking can directly kill ordinary people and even first-order transcendents.

"I just want to ask, how will you brake in the future?" Wu Mingkong felt that sitting on this thing is better than walking, and it's safe to say so. Although it didn't affect him, he didn't want to take risks.

"Brakes? What are brakes?" Hobbs White didn't have the concept of brakes at all.

If it wasn't for the fact that this thing couldn't harm them, Wu Mingkong would have thought that this thing was going to send them on their way.

"I mean how do you stop?"

"It's very simple, a forbidden star track ceremony is enough." Hobbs White said that he used it in this way.

You have to know how to use magic to drive together, the kind that loses your sanity after using it.

"The original function of this steam car was not to carry people, but to transport steam bombs."

With that said, Wu Mingkong understands that it was originally used as a self-explosive truck.

"So, are you going to pull me to blow yourself up together?" Wu Mingkong has a black line, who is this person, why is he so weird, he can't say anything good, and he really has something to say.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you." Hobbs-White started the steam car with Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong was not at ease at all, especially when the people in the shelter said you should rest assured that something would happen every time they heard Simon Duncan say it.

　Sure enough, people have limits, only 8 chapters, and 3 updates will start tomorrow, and see if the results will be better. Next time, I will wait for my holiday.

　　
　
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