Cowboy club.
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "It's strange, where have the dog managers gone? I haven't seen anyone all day during the day."
Badass Bunny: "Tomorrow and the others have gone to do the task, and they probably haven't logged off the line yet. Is it really okay for you to say this in front of me?"
(Group member "WC Really Has Mosquitoes" retracted a message.)
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Hey! They haven't gone offline yet? Are the characters not tired?"
If it weren't for the characters in the game who also need to sleep, I am afraid that many people in this game will stay online 24 hours a day.
Badass Bunny: "It seems that he is sleeping during the shift change. I saw Tomorrow on the forum just now."
Scrambled Eggs: "Speaking of which, have you seen the post that Light posted on the official website? Version 1.0 seems to be out of the guild system. Do we want to form a guild at that time?"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Is there even a need to ask? It must be done! The combat professional players and life professional players of the T0 echelon are all in our group. If we join forces, wouldn't it be invincible in the world? ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "If you don't understand, just ask, is the T0 echelon life professional player you are talking about yourself? ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Hey! Are you looking down on goblin technology? (◣◢)┌∩┐"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "I don't, I'm not, how dare I. (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"
Scrambled Eggs: "(｡)"
Badass Bunny: "Haha, don't mess with Mosquito, some of the gadgets he made are still very strong, and I might not be able to make them. By the way, Walker, why did you come down? The task is finished?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "I'm done, we're on our way back, and we're taking turns cycling now. I was riding the bike just now, and now I'm being carried by Gale, and I slept on his back for a while. Brother Quit Smoking hasn't mastered the process of getting off the assembly line yet. The trick, I guess it’s just dawdling, I just washed my face, and I’m going to change to Gale’s shift after a meal.”
Waller didn't trick Bunny into the team before, but he called for Quit Smoking for help.
The bicycles produced by No. 81 Steel Factory have a large frame, which is more than enough for two people. Four people and two bicycles can just ride alternately.
Scrambled Eggs: "By the way, what kind of mission are you doing?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Investigation! Another group of people came from our north side. There are about 6 trucks and 5 machine gun pickups with welded steel plates. The equipment is obviously better than the group we met last night. It is probably the direct troops of the Bone Chew Tribe. They circled the experimental base twice before going up. They must have been blown up by now, and I seem to have heard a few gunshots. ლ(^o^ლ)”
Badass Bunny: "Haha, the fuel rods and supplies were taken away, and the ones that couldn't be taken away were also burned. If it were me, I would definitely be pissed!"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Don't go astray, what do you say about the guild? We have to think of a cool name, right?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Is this still a question? (ㆁωㆁ)?"
Badass Bunny: "There is really no need to ask. (◠‿・)—"
The name will be Cowboy Guild, together with their long journey with this name and "Wasteland OL", which has become an urban legend in the stand-alone game circle.
It would be too wasteful for the guild not to call this name.
...
"Damn! You're so stupid!"
The residents of the shelter inquired, and seeing the rewards from the blind box, Lucius couldn't help cursing.
There is no power armor.
The lottery results are as follows:
Two lollipops, three healing needles, and an active substance extractor.
Lucius didn't understand what kind of weapon the active substance extractor was.
Is it because of the ability to produce the active substances used to make clones? Then the clone is considered a consumable item classified under the weapon category?
The indirect relationship here is too long!
Lucius felt that if this logic could be established, the bionic man should also be regarded as a weapon.
After all, it can be used as a human bomb, can be used as cannon fodder on the line, and can consume the enemy's physical strength when captured. What is this weapon?
So…… Can you draw one?
"Forget it, it's not bad to have one more active substance extractor."
In the past, when there were dozens of players, one person might not die in a week. Now that the number of players has increased, and the strategy for the underground world of Spring City is launched, there will be "Natural" attrition every now and then.
Lucius did the calculations, ignoring the time for filling and retrieving materials, on average, 1~3 units of active substances can be produced per hour.
If it is a slime mold species, the recovery speed will be much slower than that of mammals, and the output per hour will be 0.9~1.5 units.
At the same time, factors such as the integrity of the material, moisture content, temperature, and degree of decay will have an impact on the amount and speed of recycling.
After thinking for a while, Lucius made a decision.
"The new active substance extractor should be deployed outside the B3 layer."
This also saves the need to cut and pack the corpses of different species, and send them to the surface for refining.
Lucius had already regarded shelter 404 as his home.
Bringing those bloody things home made him somewhat uncomfortable.
...
Level B3 of shelter 404.
Two guards carried a pitch-black "Big coffin" one after the other, and walked out through the gear-shaped gate.
Outside the gate is an underground tunnel not marked on the map, which connects to the subway network of Spring City and extends to the outside of Spring City. It is unknown where it leads.
At present, the progress of the player's strategy is about 1 km to the north and 800 meters to the south. Due to the existence of the brood nest in the center of Spring City, it will be more difficult to attack the city center, even if it is far away from the city center.
The construction team at the outpost built a checkpoint here with cement and bricks and sandbags.
There are two guards at the checkpoint in shifts, responsible for issuing tasks to the residents of the shelter, and at the same time preventing these residents from bringing some strange things back to the shelter, or attracting some difficult alien species.
Although there have been no accidents so far, the Manager has equipped this place with a machine gun and 300 rounds of machine gun ammunition, as well as a simple 12kw wood generator and four searchlights.
In addition, there are two Iron Fist rocket launchers in the sentry post, which are placed in a locked wooden box, and the key is kept by the captain on duty.
It's like a small bunker here.
Even if you encounter a Tyrant, you can hold on for a minute or two and close the door of the shelter.
After carrying the pitch-black "Big coffin" into the checkpoint and placing it next to the generator, the young novice guard straightened up and wiped his sweat.
Seeing the officer pull out a wire from the generator and connect it to this weird-looking device, he couldn't help asking curiously.
"Sir, what is this box for?"
Ormas clapped his hands, glanced at the recruit, grinned and said.
"You don't want to know."
While talking, two shelter residents walked over carrying a jet-black nibbler.
"We just saw the mission update!"
"Is the carcass of the nibblers already recoverable?"
Glancing at the subtitles on the VM, Ormas followed the manager's instructions, looked at them solemnly and nodded, using a non-standard accent to recite the monologue from the script.
"Yes, respected warriors, this place is for you."
The two players looked happy, and walked forward cheerfully, skillfully opened the cover of the active substance extractor, and threw the corpse that had been set up into it.
They are already mature small players. You can produce and synthesize your own raw materials by yourself!
Richest Elf King wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the active substance extractor which started to work and couldn't help asking.
"By the way, how many resurrection coins can this thing produce in a day?"
Mole In The Hole replied casually.
"I heard that one per hour... But the synthesis efficiency of the crawler is very low, and the specific output is not clear."
"Hey! That's all it takes?"
"No way, I heard that the synthetic efficiency of mammals is higher."
Richest Elf King, suddenly felt moved and asked.
"You said... How much can a living person squeeze out?"
Mole In The Hole glanced at him.
"I haven't tried it, why don't you lie down and try it?"
"Are you kidding me???"
Ormas glanced at the VM, but there were no subtitles on it. He thought these people were not talking to him.
The young guards on the side looked at these warriors with longing eyes.
When can I be as strong and brave as them, and fight those terrifying aliens alone...
...
The east gate of the outpost.
About 100 meters away from the ditch in front of the wall, the tribesmen were walking towards Lonia Lake in the west with buckets on the snow in the morning sun.
Start your day with water.
Now in December, the surface of Lonia Lake has frozen over, and people can even run on the surface of the lake. They need to carve out the surface of the lake before they can get the freshwater they need.
If you're lucky, you might even get two fish breathing through the ice.
Because some time ago, a new fleeing tribe settled here, and the tribesmen who were separated during the journey were also found here one after another. The village that was originally sparsely populated also looked much more lively.
However, although the two tribes are located next to each other with only a small road in the middle, they have not completely merged together to form the same village.
Even if they are still friendly to each other, they even became two new couples recently, and the two sides have tacitly kept a certain distance, neither too alienated nor too presumptuously close.
The new chief of the tribe planted a spear at the gate of his settlement as the totem of the tribe.
Seeing this, Wade followed suit. He found a wooden stake and placed it at the entrance of the settlement, and stuck an ax on it.
Thus, the two tribes of Frost Spear and Iron Ax were born.
Carrying rifles and walking outside the base to patrol, the two guards stopped at the east gate for a while, glanced at the tribal village, and chatted casually.
"Recently, the vicinity of the base has become more and more lively."
"Yes."
"I heard that among the newcomers who came to the guard recently, two of them are tribal people?"
"There is such a thing. I remember two dark and thin boys. I don't know if they have turned sixteen. I am really worried that they will go to the battlefield and be scared to pee their pants by the bullets flying over the trench."
If the pants get wet in this damn weather, it's not a joke, it might be life-threatening.
"Speaking of which, is there going to be a war recently?"
"It's probably true. I heard from the brothers who came back last night that they had a fight with the Bone Chew more than ten kilometers away. Rockets flew in the sky and killed many people!"
Speaking of war, although people frown, none of the boys in the guard are afraid.
After all, even a powerful enemy like the legion has been defeated by them, let alone a group of barbarians who drink blood like hair?
They have no doubt that the wise and powerful Manager can lead them to victory, and those hyenas and wolves who dare to show their fangs to them will be crushed under the hammer of justice!
At this moment, a young guard trotted over from not far away.
"North needs manpower! You should be busy now, if you are not busy, come and help us."
The two patrolling guards looked serious and grabbed the straps of their rifles.
"We're on patrol, what's going on up north?"
Seeing the nervous expressions of the two, the young guard suddenly smiled and said.
"Don't be nervous, it's not the predators, it's the loot! Last night's operation, we dragged the loot to Starwood Farm, and now a batch has been sent to the north gate of Wetland Park. The truck can't enter the park, and we need to find some strong people to help with moving and unloading.”
Hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and loosened their grip on the rifle sling.
"I'm going to inform the warehouse manager, you wait a moment."
The task of handling is issued to the warehouse administrator, and they do not have the authority to issue tasks.
The young guard nodded energetically.
"Well, you don't need a lot of people, just about 10!"
In the battle last night, more than 30 tons of grain were seized from the predators, as well as a large number of Legion-style weapons and bullets, even shells!
Some of the supplies were left at Starwood Farm, and the other part was dragged to the outpost.
At this moment, in the square in the center of the nursing home, Mr. Brown, who had just woken up, stretched out his hand to rub his sore brows, and couldn't help yawning.
All night last night, the aerial images he saw from the VM kept appearing in his dreams over and over again, which kept him up all night.
"Yo, our old landlord also got up so early."
Hearing the voice from behind, Mr. Brown turned his head subconsciously, and when he saw the person who accosted him, three slits were furrowed on his brows.
"Your mouth is still so smelly, it's hard for you to live until now."
Nolan, who folded his arms, didn't take this sentence to heart, and squeezed out a mocking smile from Scar's face.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not malicious, let's talk about something serious, what are you thinking about?"
Mr. Brown lifted his chin slightly.
"Until I hear the specific relocation plan, I refuse to express any views."
Relocation plan? Does this thing need any other plans?
"You are still so difficult to understand...Let's be honest, I plan to move there."
For this childish remark, Mr. Brown sneered, and replied in a neutral manner.
"Is this your idea alone, or the idea of all the survivors in Highway Town."
Nolan shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, I'll convince them."
"What kind of persuasion?"
"We are not the opponents of those predators, and Boulder City doesn't care at all, let alone our life and death. If we don't unite again, we will be defeated one by one."
Hearing this innocent speech, Mr. Brown couldn't help but sneered.
"Can you guarantee that those blue coats will guarantee your safety? Even if they have that ability, can you guarantee that they will not use you as cannon fodder and throw them on the front line to consume the bullets of the predators."
To be honest, although Mr. Brown has hoped that this group of blue coats who have suddenly risen can solve the troubles getting closer to the north, otherwise he would not appear here.
But the plan he imagined was that the blue coats could organize a coalition army to appear at their doorstep when necessary, and deal with the predators' attacks together with them.
For this, he can pay a little price, whether it is food or something else.
However, Mr. Brown never thought that the plan proposed by these blue coats was to let all of them move here.
Absurd! If I really do this, it will undoubtedly mean losing everything I have now!
Afraid to take ten thousand steps back, if you must run, why not run to the safer Boulder City?
It's decidedly more civilized there! The army is stronger! It's also far safer than here!
Just when the two were sticking to their own opinions, there was a commotion at the north gate.
I saw a group of shelter residents dragging wooden and iron trailers, bringing in bundles of grain from outside.
Roughly counting, there are at least a dozen tons of grain.
Just happened to come out of the nursing home, and Dolu, who had not woken up for a long time, rubbed his eyes.
Staring at the carts of grain transported from the north gate to the warehouse, his mung bean-sized eyes instantly became the size of coins, and he couldn't help muttering.
"Where did so much food come from?!"
Everyone spends the winter hungry, why does your family have so much food?
"It's likely to belong to those predators." Tommy, who came out from the door of the nursing home, wearing a hunting cap, had a mixed expression on his face.
The good news is that this group of blue coats are very strong. Judging from these trophies, at least the video of the black lights and the fire was not made by fake. They did have a fight with those predators, and they won!
However, what is worrying is that judging from the quantity of these grains, the group of predators who are eyeing the northern suburbs of Spring City may not be small in number!
Tens of thousands of kilograms of grain are transported to the granary by trolleys, and those that cannot fit can only be piled up in temporary sheds.
With so many rations, trucks have to be transported several times. It doesn't look like it is prepared for one or two hundred people!
We all know that the predators don't farm the land, at least not their own.
To be able to collect so much food, I am afraid that there will be many family ruins and deaths along the way...
Coming out of the guest rooms one after another, the representatives from other survivor settlements in the northern suburbs looked at the residents of the shelter who were busy carrying the spoils, with different expressions on their faces.
There are those who are envious, those who are worried, and those who are even more indecisive.
At this moment, a man in power armor came out from the main entrance of the nursing home.
After removing the mask of the power armor, Lucius looked at the strange survivor closest to him, and said in a friendly tone.
"How was your rest last night?"
Hearing the lord here talking to him, Tommy from the Redmoon community said with a cautious expression.
"Thank you for your hospitality, I slept soundly last night."
"That's good."
Smiling faintly, Lucius paused for a moment, looked at the representatives of other survivor settlements around him, and continued.
"It just so happens that everyone is here. Then please come with me."
Cowboy club.
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "It's strange, where have the dog managers gone? I haven't seen anyone all day during the day."
Badass Bunny: "Tomorrow and the others have gone to do the task, and they probably haven't logged off the line yet. Is it really okay for you to say this in front of me?"
(Group member "WC Really Has Mosquitoes" retracted a message.)
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Hey! They haven't gone offline yet? Are the characters not tired?"
If it weren't for the characters in the game who also need to sleep, I am afraid that many people in this game will stay online 24 hours a day.
Badass Bunny: "It seems that he is sleeping during the shift change. I saw Tomorrow on the forum just now."
Scrambled Eggs: "Speaking of which, have you seen the post that Light posted on the official website? Version 1.0 seems to be out of the guild system. Do we want to form a guild at that time?"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Is there even a need to ask? It must be done! The combat professional players and life professional players of the T0 echelon are all in our group. If we join forces, wouldn't it be invincible in the world? ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "If you don't understand, just ask, is the T0 echelon life professional player you are talking about yourself? ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Hey! Are you looking down on goblin technology? (◣◢)┌∩┐"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "I don't, I'm not, how dare I. (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"
Scrambled Eggs: "(｡)"
Badass Bunny: "Haha, don't mess with Mosquito, some of the gadgets he made are still very strong, and I might not be able to make them. By the way, Walker, why did you come down? The task is finished?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "I'm done, we're on our way back, and we're taking turns cycling now. I was riding the bike just now, and now I'm being carried by Gale, and I slept on his back for a while. Brother Quit Smoking hasn't mastered the process of getting off the assembly line yet. The trick, I guess it’s just dawdling, I just washed my face, and I’m going to change to Gale’s shift after a meal.”
Waller didn't trick Bunny into the team before, but he called for Quit Smoking for help.
The bicycles produced by No. 81 Steel Factory have a large frame, which is more than enough for two people. Four people and two bicycles can just ride alternately.
Scrambled Eggs: "By the way, what kind of mission are you doing?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Investigation! Another group of people came from our north side. There are about 6 trucks and 5 machine gun pickups with welded steel plates. The equipment is obviously better than the group we met last night. It is probably the direct troops of the Bone Chew Tribe. They circled the experimental base twice before going up. They must have been blown up by now, and I seem to have heard a few gunshots. ლ(^o^ლ)”
Badass Bunny: "Haha, the fuel rods and supplies were taken away, and the ones that couldn't be taken away were also burned. If it were me, I would definitely be pissed!"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Don't go astray, what do you say about the guild? We have to think of a cool name, right?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Is this still a question? (ㆁωㆁ)?"
Badass Bunny: "There is really no need to ask. (◠‿・)—"
The name will be Cowboy Guild, together with their long journey with this name and "Wasteland OL", which has become an urban legend in the stand-alone game circle.
It would be too wasteful for the guild not to call this name.
...
"Damn! You're so stupid!"
The residents of the shelter inquired, and seeing the rewards from the blind box, Lucius couldn't help cursing.
There is no power armor.
The lottery results are as follows:
Two lollipops, three healing needles, and an active substance extractor.
Lucius didn't understand what kind of weapon the active substance extractor was.
Is it because of the ability to produce the active substances used to make clones? Then the clone is considered a consumable item classified under the weapon category?
The indirect relationship here is too long!
Lucius felt that if this logic could be established, the bionic man should also be regarded as a weapon.
After all, it can be used as a human bomb, can be used as cannon fodder on the line, and can consume the enemy's physical strength when captured. What is this weapon?
So…… Can you draw one?
"Forget it, it's not bad to have one more active substance extractor."
In the past, when there were dozens of players, one person might not die in a week. Now that the number of players has increased, and the strategy for the underground world of Spring City is launched, there will be "Natural" attrition every now and then.
Lucius did the calculations, ignoring the time for filling and retrieving materials, on average, 1~3 units of active substances can be produced per hour.
If it is a slime mold species, the recovery speed will be much slower than that of mammals, and the output per hour will be 0.9~1.5 units.
At the same time, factors such as the integrity of the material, moisture content, temperature, and degree of decay will have an impact on the amount and speed of recycling.
After thinking for a while, Lucius made a decision.
"The new active substance extractor should be deployed outside the B3 layer."
This also saves the need to cut and pack the corpses of different species, and send them to the surface for refining.
Lucius had already regarded shelter 404 as his home.
Bringing those bloody things home made him somewhat uncomfortable.
...
Level B3 of shelter 404.
Two guards carried a pitch-black "Big coffin" one after the other, and walked out through the gear-shaped gate.
Outside the gate is an underground tunnel not marked on the map, which connects to the subway network of Spring City and extends to the outside of Spring City. It is unknown where it leads.
At present, the progress of the player's strategy is about 1 km to the north and 800 meters to the south. Due to the existence of the brood nest in the center of Spring City, it will be more difficult to attack the city center, even if it is far away from the city center.
The construction team at the outpost built a checkpoint here with cement and bricks and sandbags.
There are two guards at the checkpoint in shifts, responsible for issuing tasks to the residents of the shelter, and at the same time preventing these residents from bringing some strange things back to the shelter, or attracting some difficult alien species.
Although there have been no accidents so far, the Manager has equipped this place with a machine gun and 300 rounds of machine gun ammunition, as well as a simple 12kw wood generator and four searchlights.
In addition, there are two Iron Fist rocket launchers in the sentry post, which are placed in a locked wooden box, and the key is kept by the captain on duty.
It's like a small bunker here.
Even if you encounter a Tyrant, you can hold on for a minute or two and close the door of the shelter.
After carrying the pitch-black "Big coffin" into the checkpoint and placing it next to the generator, the young novice guard straightened up and wiped his sweat.
Seeing the officer pull out a wire from the generator and connect it to this weird-looking device, he couldn't help asking curiously.
"Sir, what is this box for?"
Ormas clapped his hands, glanced at the recruit, grinned and said.
"You don't want to know."
While talking, two shelter residents walked over carrying a jet-black nibbler.
"We just saw the mission update!"
"Is the carcass of the nibblers already recoverable?"
Glancing at the subtitles on the VM, Ormas followed the manager's instructions, looked at them solemnly and nodded, using a non-standard accent to recite the monologue from the script.
"Yes, respected warriors, this place is for you."
The two players looked happy, and walked forward cheerfully, skillfully opened the cover of the active substance extractor, and threw the corpse that had been set up into it.
They are already mature small players. You can produce and synthesize your own raw materials by yourself!
Richest Elf King wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the active substance extractor which started to work and couldn't help asking.
"By the way, how many resurrection coins can this thing produce in a day?"
Mole In The Hole replied casually.
"I heard that one per hour... But the synthesis efficiency of the crawler is very low, and the specific output is not clear."
"Hey! That's all it takes?"
"No way, I heard that the synthetic efficiency of mammals is higher."
Richest Elf King, suddenly felt moved and asked.
"You said... How much can a living person squeeze out?"
Mole In The Hole glanced at him.
"I haven't tried it, why don't you lie down and try it?"
"Are you kidding me???"
Ormas glanced at the VM, but there were no subtitles on it. He thought these people were not talking to him.
The young guards on the side looked at these warriors with longing eyes.
When can I be as strong and brave as them, and fight those terrifying aliens alone...
...
The east gate of the outpost.
About 100 meters away from the ditch in front of the wall, the tribesmen were walking towards Lonia Lake in the west with buckets on the snow in the morning sun.
Start your day with water.
Now in December, the surface of Lonia Lake has frozen over, and people can even run on the surface of the lake. They need to carve out the surface of the lake before they can get the freshwater they need.
If you're lucky, you might even get two fish breathing through the ice.
Because some time ago, a new fleeing tribe settled here, and the tribesmen who were separated during the journey were also found here one after another. The village that was originally sparsely populated also looked much more lively.
However, although the two tribes are located next to each other with only a small road in the middle, they have not completely merged together to form the same village.
Even if they are still friendly to each other, they even became two new couples recently, and the two sides have tacitly kept a certain distance, neither too alienated nor too presumptuously close.
The new chief of the tribe planted a spear at the gate of his settlement as the totem of the tribe.
Seeing this, Wade followed suit. He found a wooden stake and placed it at the entrance of the settlement, and stuck an ax on it.
Thus, the two tribes of Frost Spear and Iron Ax were born.
Carrying rifles and walking outside the base to patrol, the two guards stopped at the east gate for a while, glanced at the tribal village, and chatted casually.
"Recently, the vicinity of the base has become more and more lively."
"Yes."
"I heard that among the newcomers who came to the guard recently, two of them are tribal people?"
"There is such a thing. I remember two dark and thin boys. I don't know if they have turned sixteen. I am really worried that they will go to the battlefield and be scared to pee their pants by the bullets flying over the trench."
If the pants get wet in this damn weather, it's not a joke, it might be life-threatening.
"Speaking of which, is there going to be a war recently?"
"It's probably true. I heard from the brothers who came back last night that they had a fight with the Bone Chew more than ten kilometers away. Rockets flew in the sky and killed many people!"
Speaking of war, although people frown, none of the boys in the guard are afraid.
After all, even a powerful enemy like the legion has been defeated by them, let alone a group of barbarians who drink blood like hair?
They have no doubt that the wise and powerful Manager can lead them to victory, and those hyenas and wolves who dare to show their fangs to them will be crushed under the hammer of justice!
At this moment, a young guard trotted over from not far away.
"North needs manpower! You should be busy now, if you are not busy, come and help us."
The two patrolling guards looked serious and grabbed the straps of their rifles.
"We're on patrol, what's going on up north?"
Seeing the nervous expressions of the two, the young guard suddenly smiled and said.
"Don't be nervous, it's not the predators, it's the loot! Last night's operation, we dragged the loot to Starwood Farm, and now a batch has been sent to the north gate of Wetland Park. The truck can't enter the park, and we need to find some strong people to help with moving and unloading.”
Hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and loosened their grip on the rifle sling.
"I'm going to inform the warehouse manager, you wait a moment."
The task of handling is issued to the warehouse administrator, and they do not have the authority to issue tasks.
The young guard nodded energetically.
"Well, you don't need a lot of people, just about 10!"
In the battle last night, more than 30 tons of grain were seized from the predators, as well as a large number of Legion-style weapons and bullets, even shells!
Some of the supplies were left at Starwood Farm, and the other part was dragged to the outpost.
At this moment, in the square in the center of the nursing home, Mr. Brown, who had just woken up, stretched out his hand to rub his sore brows, and couldn't help yawning.
All night last night, the aerial images he saw from the VM kept appearing in his dreams over and over again, which kept him up all night.
"Yo, our old landlord also got up so early."
Hearing the voice from behind, Mr. Brown turned his head subconsciously, and when he saw the person who accosted him, three slits were furrowed on his brows.
"Your mouth is still so smelly, it's hard for you to live until now."
Nolan, who folded his arms, didn't take this sentence to heart, and squeezed out a mocking smile from Scar's face.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not malicious, let's talk about something serious, what are you thinking about?"
Mr. Brown lifted his chin slightly.
"Until I hear the specific relocation plan, I refuse to express any views."
Relocation plan? Does this thing need any other plans?
"You are still so difficult to understand...Let's be honest, I plan to move there."
For this childish remark, Mr. Brown sneered, and replied in a neutral manner.
"Is this your idea alone, or the idea of all the survivors in Highway Town."
Nolan shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, I'll convince them."
"What kind of persuasion?"
"We are not the opponents of those predators, and Boulder City doesn't care at all, let alone our life and death. If we don't unite again, we will be defeated one by one."
Hearing this innocent speech, Mr. Brown couldn't help but sneered.
"Can you guarantee that those blue coats will guarantee your safety? Even if they have that ability, can you guarantee that they will not use you as cannon fodder and throw them on the front line to consume the bullets of the predators."
To be honest, although Mr. Brown has hoped that this group of blue coats who have suddenly risen can solve the troubles getting closer to the north, otherwise he would not appear here.
But the plan he imagined was that the blue coats could organize a coalition army to appear at their doorstep when necessary, and deal with the predators' attacks together with them.
For this, he can pay a little price, whether it is food or something else.
However, Mr. Brown never thought that the plan proposed by these blue coats was to let all of them move here.
Absurd! If I really do this, it will undoubtedly mean losing everything I have now!
Afraid to take ten thousand steps back, if you must run, why not run to the safer Boulder City?
It's decidedly more civilized there! The army is stronger! It's also far safer than here!
Just when the two were sticking to their own opinions, there was a commotion at the north gate.
I saw a group of shelter residents dragging wooden and iron trailers, bringing in bundles of grain from outside.
Roughly counting, there are at least a dozen tons of grain.
Just happened to come out of the nursing home, and Dolu, who had not woken up for a long time, rubbed his eyes.
Staring at the carts of grain transported from the north gate to the warehouse, his mung bean-sized eyes instantly became the size of coins, and he couldn't help muttering.
"Where did so much food come from?!"
Everyone spends the winter hungry, why does your family have so much food?
"It's likely to belong to those predators." Tommy, who came out from the door of the nursing home, wearing a hunting cap, had a mixed expression on his face.
The good news is that this group of blue coats are very strong. Judging from these trophies, at least the video of the black lights and the fire was not made by fake. They did have a fight with those predators, and they won!
However, what is worrying is that judging from the quantity of these grains, the group of predators who are eyeing the northern suburbs of Spring City may not be small in number!
Tens of thousands of kilograms of grain are transported to the granary by trolleys, and those that cannot fit can only be piled up in temporary sheds.
With so many rations, trucks have to be transported several times. It doesn't look like it is prepared for one or two hundred people!
We all know that the predators don't farm the land, at least not their own.
To be able to collect so much food, I am afraid that there will be many family ruins and deaths along the way...
Coming out of the guest rooms one after another, the representatives from other survivor settlements in the northern suburbs looked at the residents of the shelter who were busy carrying the spoils, with different expressions on their faces.
There are those who are envious, those who are worried, and those who are even more indecisive.
At this moment, a man in power armor came out from the main entrance of the nursing home.
After removing the mask of the power armor, Lucius looked at the strange survivor closest to him, and said in a friendly tone.
"How was your rest last night?"
Hearing the lord here talking to him, Tommy from the Redmoon community said with a cautious expression.
"Thank you for your hospitality, I slept soundly last night."
"That's good."
Smiling faintly, Lucius paused for a moment, looked at the representatives of other survivor settlements around him, and continued.
"It just so happens that everyone is here. Then please come with me."
