In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

As soon as Wendy finished speaking, Zelro was stunned for a moment.

The seven artificial eyes on his goggles suddenly opened, emitting a dazzling blue light, and looked Wendy up and down.

After several tens of seconds, Zello slammed the armrest, his tone filled with surprise and disbelief:

"Did I hear correctly? You just said... the War Courtyard you are in?"

Such explosive information made Zello's hand holding the water cup tremble involuntarily.

"Hmm...wait, didn't I tell you just now?"

Wendy blinked, finally realizing that she hadn't told Zelro about this yet.

"Oh, then it's probably not too late to tell me now. As you can see, I'm currently a clover plant spirit assigned by the 59th Federal Army to serve in Courtyard No. 5905."

Wendy openly told Zello her current identity. After all, it was not something shameful.

This information is of extremely high value, and as an intelligence dealer, he will naturally choose to keep it secret.

"A plant spirit hero who was once so glorious would actually choose to become a plant spirit warrior in a courtyard. This is simply..."

Zelro took a sip of water from his glass and calmed down a bit: "It's incredible."

"You also said it in the past, Zelro. The identity of the Plant Spirit Hero is just a shackle that restricts my freedom to me now."

Wendy untied another straw and inserted it into the compound juice she had just picked up. "When I successfully broke free from those shackles, I was truly free, becoming a gust of wind that could come and go as I pleased."

"That's true, but for a big shot like you to appear in a courtyard, uh...wait, it doesn't seem that unlikely."

Recalling the various files he had seen in the databases of various courtyards when he was collecting intelligence, Zello suddenly felt that it was not a big deal for a former plant spirit hero to become a member of the courtyard.

“Even if the wind travels far, it will eventually choose to stop one day. I just think that courtyard is suitable for me, so I plan to stay there.”

The sweet and sour taste of the juice filled her mouth. Wendy shrugged and brushed the subject off lightly.

Zello did not delve further into the matter, but quietly sorted out the information about the "Nine-Life Demon".

"You want to recruit this kitten and make her a member of Courtyard 5905, right?"

"Yes, I just want to get a cat, and I think she is suitable."

"Then I wish you good luck. You know, cattail plant spirits are much more arrogant than foxtail plant spirits."

Zelro sent the information packaged into a document to Wendy's terminal, and waved his hand casually to indicate that his work was completed.

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of us? What if I say that Courtyard 5905 wants to recruit a police explosive magnetic mushroom spirit?"

Seeing that Zelro was pretending to see someone off, Wendy couldn't help but ask, feeling a little funny.

"If your landlord can afford sufficient compensation, I can consider registering a place in that courtyard."

Zelro replied politely, then stood up and escorted Wendy out of the safe house.

"Then, see you again if we are lucky, Your Excellency Lucky Wind."

"See you again, Zelro."

The communication between intelligence experts is so plain and boring.

Every sentence is packed with information, so it is naturally a pleasure to communicate with them.

Of course, the prerequisite is that there are enough world points in your pocket to pay for the information.

After returning to the safe house, Zello sat back at his desk and checked the surveillance cameras installed in various locations within the university.

"Strange, why is the surveillance in this area not working? And this area? Something's wrong..."

The seven artificial eyes stared at the display screens that had turned pitch black, and Zello suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Hiss...something's wrong. We need to go to the scene and check it out."

Just as Zello turned off the surveillance system and was about to leave the safe house to conduct a routine inspection of the area where the surveillance was out of order.

Just after seeing off a guest, the door of the safe house was knocked again.

"Is anyone here? If so, would the Corn Cult want to know?"

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"Qian Ming, male, 26 years old, not only a former Federation soldier, but also a weed plant spirit with third-level plant spirit power?"

Zhao Tong, who was registering information, raised his head and carefully looked at the vagrant in front of him who was fully armed and using an anti-material rifle as a weapon.

The other party seemed to be very insecure, with not even a piece of skin exposed from head to toe. Even when talking to others, he did not take off the helmet with built-in tactical eyepieces.

In addition, this person and another homeless person who is being registered used code names to hide their real names.

This made Zhao Tong feel a little strange. His veteran intuition told him that they were not as simple as they seemed.

"Yes."

Qian Ming spoke concisely and sparingly, so as not to accidentally reveal his identity.

Shunjue, who was standing by, also registered his information with Owen. Except for his age, which was two years younger than Qianming, even his spiritual power level and race were exactly the same as what Qianming said.

Fortunately, the number of weed plant spirits is so huge that anyone you pick up on the street may be from this race.

There was no problem with the equipment either. The guns used by Qianming and Shunjue were not standard weapons of the empire, but relics from the old era obtained from the abandoned city.

As for their identities, there were countless federal soldiers who left the army to make a living on their own. There were veterans, missing persons, and defectors everywhere.

Just report a few uncommon numbers, and generally no one will conduct a special investigation.

Simmons, who had already completed the registration, stood aside, waiting patiently for his two companions to complete the information registration.

As long as you pass this level, when you reach the courtyard, as long as you reduce your appearances in front of the plant spirit warriors, there generally won't be any major problems.

"Qianming, Shunjue, and Simmons Levi, welcome to Courtyard 5905."

Norman put away the last two information sheets, then extended his hand enthusiastically to the three people.

"We are also honored to be your new member."

Simmons walked forward with a smile, and Dai Qianming shook hands with Shunjue and Norman.

"By the way, excuse me, when are we leaving for Courtyard 5905?"

"It won't take too long. If all goes well, we can set off tomorrow morning."

The standard of 500 people has been met, and suitable people have been selected by the plant spirit warriors, who asked them to bring their relatives to gather.

Norman turned his head and looked at the building behind him. They made a deal with the building's manager and rented the building for one day to temporarily house the new members of Courtyard No. 5905.

Once all the people are here, we can contact the courtyard to dispatch a fleet of vehicles to escort them to their new home.

"Just wait for our comrades to join us here... Oh, here they come!"

Norman looked towards the street entrance. Ron was waving at him, and behind them were a number of young wanderers.

What attracted his attention even more were the two female plant spirits walking beside Eve, who looked very extraordinary at first glance.

The gentle and intellectual white-haired woman and the scout girl in red, could they also be rare characters discovered on this trip?

At the same time, a breeze blew by, bringing Wendy's message to Norman.

"You take the new members back to the courtyard first. I have something important to attend to and will be leaving the team temporarily. From now on, Norman, you will take over the command of the team."