Chapter 771 Hopeless City (39)
This scene was indescribably weird.
No one could tell clearly what was going on, so they could only remain silent.
At this time, the captain looked at Jun Ke who was standing aside.
"What do you think? What is this black thing?"
Jun Ke crossed his chest and shook his head. There was not much anxiety or worry on his face.
"It may have been caused by being bitten by an evil raccoon dog. Who can tell? After all, he was the only one who came back alive."
The captain does not have such an optimistic attitude as Jun Ke, he must figure everything out.
"First protect this sheet, and then everyone goes out to look for it. I don't believe that the person who was lying here yesterday can disappear out of thin air today!"
Nothing major has happened in Hopeless City for a long time.
Everyone lives in peace and quiet.
The captain also has a natural sense of responsibility for everything here, and he is more cautious than anyone else about strange things happening.
The rest of the supplies team didn't think much about it.
Who can expect a group of people who write suicide notes every day to think deeply about anything?
Jun Li followed a group of people and was about to leave, when the captain called him.
"You come with me to the control center and take the things away."
The two walked slowly together, and a clean and tidy area was opened on the dilapidated second floor of the control center, with a table and a few chairs inside.
There are also several locked small iron boxes on the table.
The captain went around, took out the iron box in the center and handed it to Jun Li. "This is the last message you wrote last time. Take it back and see if there is anything else you need to revise. Everyone's has been taken away, but yours remains with me."
Jun Li held the box and nodded slightly.
After returning home, the man found the lock in the drawer, opened the iron box and took out a rolled piece of white paper. After opening it, he could clearly see a few words on the paper.
Leave everything to Jun Ke.
Other people's last words were ever-changing, but his had never been changed. He took them back and threw them on the table, waiting to be handed over to the captain intact the next time he was dispatched.
This year he came back safe and sound again, and as for his last words... there should be nothing that needs to be changed.
The man locked the box again and threw the key back into the drawer, then turned and walked out of the room into the yard.
He has a small courtyard, and his homemade sandbags stand inside. The heavy bags can bend the poles he worked hard to find every time, and this time is no exception. The originally strong and thick poles are now slightly bent.
Just use it.
Jun Li thought so in his mind, then wrapped a circle of white bandage on his palm, tightened it and clenched his fist, turned around and punched the heavy sandbag hard.
The bag, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, was shaken back and forth by the man's punch. It was not over yet. In the next half hour, Jun Li exercised tirelessly, and there were traces of it all over his body in the cold weather. The heat is steaming, there are even drops of water dripping from the short hair, and a drop of sweat slowly gathers on the delicate and tight jawline.
The man is so big, strong, and powerful. His thick arms look like a tiger ready to attack. Underneath his knotted muscles is terrifying explosive power. The only person in the entire Hopeless City who can stand up to the evil raccoon dog is Jun Li. .
Jun Li has a fighting gene in his bones, but life in the city gives him no room to display it. He can only compete with a sandbag in the yard every day.
With the last punch, the heavy sandbag swayed violently, and the originally strong wooden pole creaked and screamed, and finally broke suddenly.
(End of chapter)