Although Sun Jiao sometimes liked to bully people, she was a good person. Perhaps it was because of the warmth of this family that reminded her of the blissful time before she left the fallout shelter. Therefore, she cherished this family more than anyone else and the feelings of everyone in this family.
She said she wanted to dominate Jiang Chen, but when it was time to sleep, she said, "Yao Yao misses you a lot, spend more time with her." Then she slipped back into her room and didn't open the door again.
Although he was touched by Sun Jiao's thoughtfulness, Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw the closed door.
Yaoyao was cute, but he couldn't eat her yet.
But that was not the point.
The precocious little loli would always unintentionally make some provocative moves, and he almost couldn't control himself more than once.
[Whatever, I need Yaoyao's help with something …] Jiang Chen turned around and walked to Yaoyao's room.
He knocked on the door, and soon there was a soft sound behind the door.
"Hmm? It's so late, what's up? "
Opening the door, Yaoyao in a loose nightgown appeared at the door. From her wet hair, she must've just showered as a faint jasmine scent wafted over, refreshing his mind.
"Mhmm, I have something to ask Yaoyao, is that okay?"
"Mhmm! Sure. "Yaoyao smiled sweetly as she briskly walked to the door." Come in. "
Jiang Chen lovingly rubbed her head as he walked into the room.
He looked around the room. Because there was only one chair, Jiang Chen casually sat on the edge of the bed. Yaoyao's face turned slightly red, but she still walked up and pretended like nothing happened as she sat next to Jiang Chen. Then she sneakily moved closer to Jiang Chen.
"Can, can you tell me what it is?"
Because of her nervousness, her voice was slightly shaky and out of tune.
Seeing that the little loli clearly misunderstood something and was anxious because of it, Jiang Chen found it funny.
He paused for a moment before he said.
"It's about the phone. Yaoyao, can you design a phone for me? "
A few question marks popped up in her head. The young lady was obviously stunned when she didn't hear the lines she had imagined.
Realizing that she had misunderstood, the blush climbed from the little girl's ears to her fair neckline.
After a while, Yao Yao recovered from the awkwardness and said in a low voice.
"Cell phone? Is it the one Brother Jiang Chen showed me before? "
It was a distant memory. When Jiang Chen first asked Yao Yao to design the game New Era, he gave her a fake Samsung phone as a reference.
"Yes, that's the type. If it's possible, can you help me design a similar but more powerful mobile phone? " Jiang Chen tried to make her understand what he meant. He gestured with his hands while explaining the functions of the phone.
Yao Yao nodded seriously as she listened.
After Jiang Chen finished, Yaoyao patted her chest and guaranteed.
"Leave it to me! How about two days? "
"Yes! Please! "Jiang Chen rubbed Yaoyao's head with joy.
She closed her eyes comfortably and enjoyed the caress on top of her head. Yao Yao smiled sweetly.
Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Chen was ready to leave. But then, he noticed a small hand weakly tugging on the corner of his shirt.
"Mhmm? What's up? "Jiang Chen looked at Yaoyao with a smile.
Moving her eyes away, Yaoyao said in a shy voice, "Um, can Yaoyao make a very capricious request?"
"Of course."
Taking back her hand, Yaoyao's face turned slightly red as her fingers poked each other.
"Today, tonight. Can, can we sleep together? "
Looking at her cute look, Jiang Chen felt like he was about to melt.
…
Morning.
Looking at the sweet sleeping face in his arms, Jiang Chen was infected by the blissful expression. He leaned down with a smile and gently kissed the tender forehead.
As if feeling the kiss, Yaoyao cutely moved her seductive little mouth, adjusted to a comfortable sleeping position, and curled up into a ball like a small animal.
Quietly getting out of bed, Jiang Chen covered Yaoyao with a blanket and tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.
After heating up two buns for breakfast, Jiang Chen left the mansion.
August was almost over, and it was the end of summer.
Because of the radiation dust, the wasteland's mornings were usually cold, but the temperature in the next two days would be abnormal. Until the morning two days later, sparks could be seen in the direction of the city center.
The reality was a bit different from Cheng Weiguo's estimation. Although the buildings in Wanghai had no flammable materials to burn, the corpse oil of the zombies and mutants provided a lot of fuel for the fire.
Especially Roshan, its body was filled with high-density fat. After the thousand-degree fire evaporated the water in its body, the entire Roshan was like a barrel of oil, burning non-stop.
With the end of the mutant flood and the return of the First Division, the quiet base once again became lively. The survivors returned to the surface and reunited with Yuan Zheng's family. Some of them quietly accepted the urn.
In any war, people would die. This was something that could not be changed.
But on the wasteland, death was a normal parting.
When he arrived at the general's office, Jiang Chen was shocked to see that Han Junhua was already there. She was sitting in front of the desk that belonged to the advisor as she dealt with the documents on the tablet.
"Did you sleep in the command room?" Jiang Chen sat in front of his desk as he looked at her helplessly.
"No. Mhmm, accurately speaking, I didn't sleep. Yesterday's workload was quite heavy, including the battle damage, verifying the war consumption with the logistics department, compensating the families of the deceased soldiers, cleaning up the mutant corpses, and recovering the crystals … "
Until now, Jiang Chen finally noticed the deep eye bags on her face.
No wonder she didn't come to see him when he came back last night. She was too busy.
"Thank you." Jiang Chen sighed.
"It's okay." To Jiang Chen's concern, Han Junhua was still expressionless.
"If you're tired, you should go back and sleep."
With a perfunctory response, Han Junhua stopped what she was doing and looked at Jiang Chen. "How many rockets are left?"
Jiang Chen shrugged. "I've used them all. A total of forty thousand. But now that the mutant flood is over, do you still need them? "
Although he could buy more if he was short of them, it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't attract attention if he bought and hoarded such weapons that violated the Geneva Convention frequently. If possible, it would be better to buy them after a while.
"Did you use them all?" Han Junhua rubbed her chin as she fell into deep thought.
There shouldn't be many of those weapons. Since fossil fuels like gasoline were rare in the apocalypse, let alone a napalm made with other chemical materials. What's more, this kind of low-tech stuff was something that no one thought about in the first place.
However, what surprised everyone was that this low-tech item was surprisingly effective against mutants.
After a brief silence, she continued.
"That gasoline, how much more can you get?"
"A lot. Is there a problem? "Jiang Chen asked.
"The technology required for the napalm shouldn't be high. We have the ability to produce rockets with stronger burning effects and longer range."
Han Junhua paused, looked at Jiang Chen, and said seriously.
"Therefore, it's not impossible to take back Wanghai from the mutants."
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