The steam train stopped slowly, and the platform in Tulan City had long been cleared by investigators from the shelter agency.

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

"Be careful, our shelter organs have always been formal organizations with explicit instructions from the federal government. The annual tax payment is nearly one trillion yuan, and they are loyal supporters of the federal government." Simon Duncan said without missing a trace.

"Yes, that's really huge, with a million-dollar taxes, enough to feed those people."

Regarding Wu Mingkong's words, Simon Duncan just smiled, but didn't follow him, because no matter how he answered, he could only smile awkwardly and politely.

"What you said is wrong. The one trillion tax was used in the witness of federal citizens for the federal arms, agriculture and industry. After you stayed in the shelter for a long time, you seemed to have a cognitive bias towards the outside world." A tall middle-aged man walked towards him in a strode.

Hobbs White, the treasurer of the headquarters of the hostage agency, is a mage of the eighth-level demigod. Although he looks tall and big, he looks like a berserker, but he is actually a serious traditional mage.

"By the way, the financial directors here all use eighth-level demigods, so does the cleaner who swept the floor at least have at least five levels?" Wu Mingkong couldn't help but complain.

The financial director is extraordinary. It is indeed a bit insulting to be in charge of the financial income and expenditure of the entire shelter agency. It is indeed a bit insulting to use an eighth-level demigod, but it is worth it.

If there is a financial problem with the entire containment authority, then this problem is fatal.

The head of the headquarters may be able to deal with the people who cause financial problems as soon as possible, but it is absolutely impossible to deal with the financial problems as soon as possible, which involves too much.

If an eighth-level demigod is still a mage profession, it cannot prevent financial problems, but it can greatly reduce the various inconveniences caused by finance.

It is precisely this Hobbes White's existence that makes the huge containment agency easy to solve the financial problems of the entire containment agency every month without the need for a bloated financial team.

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

"Oh, okay, then let's go to see the head of the headquarters first."

To be honest, Wu Mingkong didn't care about the situation of the shelter agency, nor did he care about the financial director. He was concerned about the star-track ritual, the shelter and the so-called old god.

Financial issues?

There is no such thing in the Great Zhou Dynasty at all. Not to mention financial problems, there is no financial problem even in the economic system.

As for the dangers that would happen after meeting the head of the General Office, Wu Mingkong was not worried. This was not the real world. If there was danger, just go there recklessly.

Everything is fine if he can beat him more than he can. If he can't win the dungeon, he will not lose anything.

For him now, his proficiency in reading and reading seems to be very far away. It is not that he doesn't want to brush, but that it doesn't make much sense to him.

He returned to reality with a lot of knowledge and uploaded it to the thinking website. Not only did he study the new system alone, but he was studying it with him throughout the Da Zhou.

Of course, this was established when Wu Mingkong only decided that there was no problem with this system after multiple investigations. Before that, Wu Mingkong studied it alone.

"Please please, the head of the General Office has been waiting for you for a long time." Although Hobbs White also believed that Wu Mingkong was a containment, he did not reveal it like Simon Duncan and Nickel Joyce, but was very formal and could not find any fault.

Looking at Hobbes 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. When compared with him, he felt like he was a rude and rough man.

"You still have to take a bus?" Wu Mingkong thought, would something happen again on the way?

Hobbs Huait nodded: "It's time to take a car. This is the latest product. Steaming cars, the fastest speed is not slower than steam trains. It's small and exquisite without rails. It's just that it's expensive and not many people can afford it."

Wu Mingkong knew that steaming cars was just a kettle that was called moving.

Wu Mingkong is not very good at performing things, unless he joins the star orbit ceremony, this thing is a pit.

But after thinking about it, since it was produced by the shelter agency, it might not only be the star-track ritual, but also containment items. After all, there are all kinds of shelter items, and ordinary-level ones are better. Even ordinary people can contain them, so there are still not many problems in this regard.

Just treat it as a containment and renovation.

Of course, that was what Wu Mingkong thought before seeing this steaming car, and after seeing it, he felt a terrible heart.

It’s not that the physical objects are too high-end, but that Wu Mingkong’s expectations are too high.

If you sit on this thing and move at high speed, it will be unreasonable to not part with it.

The most important thing is that Wu Mingkong did not find the brakes, no wonder he was expensive and not many people could afford it.

Disposable products are not unaffordable, let alone unaffordable. Except for extraordinary people, ordinary people may be able to reopen their lives after using them.

This kind of impact caused by high-speed movement and no brakes can directly cause ordinary people or even first-level extraordinary people to die without a complete corpse.

"I just want to ask, how do you brake later?" Wu Mingkong felt that sitting on this thing was better than walking, and it would be safe to say that. Although it had no effect on him, he didn't want to take risks.

"Brake? What is brake?" Hobbs White had no idea of ​​brakes in his mind.

If this thing hadn't caused any harm to them, Wu Mingkong would have thought that this guy was going to send them on the road.

"I mean, why do you stop?"

"It's very simple, a banned star orbit ritual is enough." Hobbs White said that he used it.

When driving together, you have to know how to use magic, and after using it, you will lose the rationality.

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

After saying this, Wu Mingkong understood it. It turned out to be used as a self-destructing truck.

"So, are you going to pull me to self-destruct?" Wu Mingkong was so black. Who is this? Why is it so weird? He can't say anything good. He is really tough and says whatever he says.

"Don't worry, I'll be there together." After Hobbs White said that, he took Wu Mingkong to start the steamer.
Chapter completed!