Chapter 1247 Recruitment

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, thin golden lines on the polished floor of Suite 308.

The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender lingering from last night and the fresh aroma of new fabrics.

In the spacious dining area, a small round table covered with a clean white linen tablecloth is now laden with a dazzling array of breakfast items:

Steaming hot, delicate white porridge, several plates of refreshing and delicious side dishes, golden and fluffy fried eggs, perfectly toasted bread, and a cup of warm milk.

These foods represent the highest standard of hospitality at the Xishan Guesthouse in the post-apocalyptic world; they are a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, enough to whet anyone's appetite.

However, Xiong Yuting, dressed in a brand-new silk nightgown, seemed oblivious to everything around her at the dining table.

She sat upright in the chair, her posture still slightly stiff and unnatural. Her purple eyes swept calmly over the food, devoid of curiosity or desire, only an almost indifferent...emptiness.

When Song Yu coaxed her in the gentlest tone, and even scooped up a small spoonful of warm white porridge with a silver spoon and carefully brought it to her lips, Xiong Yuting simply turned her head slightly away, avoiding the spoon.

Her movements were small, not even worthy of being called resistance, but the way she turned her head away and the fleeting, almost imperceptible disdain in her eyes were unmistakable, as if Song Yu were feeding her dirt.

In response, Song Yu was so anxious that fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

In her twenty years in the business, she had seen picky customers and customers with poor appetites, but she had never seen anyone who showed no reaction to food and even hinted at disgust like this.

Although taking a bath last night was thrilling, at least the girl cooperated and went to bed obediently.

How could it be that after just one night, even the most basic desire for food seems to have been completely lost? This is a problem that is beyond her professional scope to handle.

dong dong dong~

Just as Song Yu was at a loss, there was a gentle knock on the suite door. It was Jia Daiquan, who had rushed over after receiving the news.

As if hearing that a savior had arrived, Song Yu quickly tidied his appearance and hurried to open the door.

Thinking that he might meet that leader today, Jia Daiquan specially changed into a clean and crisp uniform of the Supervision Bureau, but the fatigue on his face was hard to hide. At this moment, he was carrying a beautifully packaged paper bag in his hand.

"Commander!" Song Yu lowered his voice and reported very quickly, his tone filled with shame and pleading:

"The guest... refuses to eat, she won't eat even when I try to feed her, she doesn't react at all. I... I really don't know what to do."

Jia Daiquan's gaze passed over her and fell on the figure in the restaurant who was indifferent to the table full of delicacies. There was no surprise in his eyes, but rather a knowing look of "I knew it".

His suspicion—that this girl was probably beyond the realm of ordinary humans—was further confirmed.

"It's alright, Supervisor Song, you did a great job." Jia Daiquan's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

He didn't go in, or even look around much. Instead, he stood at the door and handed the paper bag to Song Yu.

"These are clothes prepared for the guest. Please help her change. The size... should be about right."

Jia Daiquan's tone was uncertain, and then he asked somewhat awkwardly, "As for more intimate clothing, your hotel should have some, right?"

Upon hearing Jia Daiquan's question, Song Yu quickly nodded:

"Yes, yes, sir. I instructed someone to find her a place last night after the guest went to sleep."

As a hotel directly under the Central Theater Command, the Xishui Guesthouse can, to some extent, represent the face of the Central Theater Command.

Therefore, in terms of resource allocation, they are definitely among the top units in the war zone, and their principle for stockpiling resources can be summed up in four words: "better safe than sorry."

Basically, anything a person could need, if you can think of it, the hotel has in stock.

Song Yu took the paper bag and opened it. Inside was a soft, well-made floral dress with fresh and elegant colors and a simple and generous style.

This was prepared by the hotel at Jia Daiquan's request. He assumed the hotel had collected it from outside overnight, but little did he know that the hotel had simply searched through its warehouse.

Jia Daiquan stood outside the door and emphasized to Song Yu, who was about to go back in, "If she doesn't want to eat, then she doesn't have to. Don't force her. First, help her get dressed and tidy herself up."

"Wait, we're taking her to a very important place. Let's not cause any trouble!"

"understand!"

Although Jia Daiquan did not show any obvious change in his words or expression when he said this, Song Yu still keenly sensed a hint of solemnity. So he dared not think any further, quickly agreed, and turned to go back inside. Jia Daiquan then closed the door behind him.

After the door closed, only Song Yu and Xiong Yuting remained in the room. Song Yu took a deep breath, cheered herself up, picked up the paper bag, and walked to Xiong Yuting's side. She began to guide her to change her clothes in a gentler and more patient tone.

Having learned from last night's experience, she was more careful this time, and was even more amazed by the girl's inhuman, almost perfect body lines, as well as the abnormal coldness and paleness of her skin.

Xiong Yuting showed no particular interest or resistance to the process of changing clothes, remaining like a delicate doll, letting Song Yu do as she pleased.

...

After half an hour.

In front of the main building of Xishan Guesthouse, a convoy consisting of three dark green Mengshi 3 armored assault vehicles and two extended bulletproof executive cars was ready, the deep roar of the engines sounding particularly clear in the quiet morning air among the tall pine forest.

Beside the vehicle, eight guards wearing "Dragon Spine-I" exoskeletons and full-coverage tactical helmets stood silently.

Their armbands had a striking dark red background with the words "Guards Regiment" embroidered in gold and a dragon-shaped emblem resembling oracle bone script embroidered on top, gleaming with a cold luster in the morning light.

Soon, Jia Daiquan emerged from the side building first. His expression was solemn, and his sharp eyes swept over the convoy and guards, who were already on high alert. He nodded slightly.

Half a step behind him was Xiong Yuting, who had changed into a floral dress.

The morning light shone on her, the fresh and elegant floral pattern creating a strange contrast with her pale, almost translucent skin. The dress was tailored to fit her perfectly, outlining her firm, towering breasts and her slender yet incredibly strong waistline.

Song Yu had carefully combed her messy long hair, which fell smoothly over her shoulders, with a few strands gently brushing against her beautiful face in the breeze.

She remained expressionless, her purple eyes calmly gazing at the neatly arranged steel convoy ahead. The initial curiosity was gone, replaced by a deep, unfathomable silence, as if waiting for something.

Song Yu followed beside her, carrying a small bag containing basic spare items. She maintained a professional calm on her face, but her tight lips and the occasional glances at Xiong Yuting betrayed her inner tension.

"Get in the car," Jia Daiquan whispered to Song Yu, while gesturing with his eyes to the No. 2 extended bulletproof sedan.

Upon hearing this, under Jia Daiquan's watchful gaze, Song Yu immediately and carefully comforted and guided Xiong Yuting into the spacious and comfortable back seat of the car, and then sat down herself.

Actually, Song Yu was also confused about why she had to go along, because just now, when she thought she was about to finish this tricky task, Director Jia smiled and told her, "Ms. Song Yu, congratulations, you've been drafted!"

? ? ? ?

Even now, Song Yu is still confused... He can't figure out whether he was temporarily conscripted, or whether his job nature has been completely changed... or whether this conscription is a promotion or a demotion...

boom--

The car door closed with a dull, solid sound.

"set off!"

With a brief order from Lu Chong, who was sitting upright in the lead car and wearing a brand-new general's uniform, the convoy slowly drove out of the heavily guarded gates of the Xishan Guesthouse and turned onto the special passage leading to the war zone headquarters.

Buzzing sound—

The armored vehicle's large tires rolled over the smooth road, and the deep, imposing engine sound broke the last tranquility of the early morning at the foot of the mountain.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past, gradually transitioning from quiet tree-lined avenues to orderly streets.

Military vehicles and survivor workers could be seen patrolling along the way, but when this convoy, escorted by elite guards and bearing special markings, passed by, all vehicles gave way, pedestrians stopped and stared, and a silent awe filled the air.

......