Colonial Suit

The strong wind gradually weakened, and night descended upon the earth. The temperature in the wasteland dropped rapidly. In the swaying carriages, travelers wrapped themselves tightly in their tattered clothes, already half-asleep.

According to custom, the caravan should have found a place to camp for the night. However, after the conflict during the day, the caravan suffered considerable losses. To find parts to repair the vehicles and sell the spoils as quickly as possible, Chief Vick decided to travel through the night.

No one objected. The travelers quietly climbed into the carriages, swaying and squeezing together. Some women and children were already asleep, but most of the men were not so fortunate. They had to stay awake to deal with the dangers of the wasteland at night.

Bloodshot's carriage was in the first truck. This truck was the best. So, after proving his worth, Bloodshot got a separate compartment like Sarah. The nights in the wasteland were cold, but to save fuel, most vehicles didn't turn on the heating. Bloodshot's compartment, however, was as warm as spring. Clearly, it was special treatment.

Lying on the thick bedding, Bloodshot fell asleep. He was a little tired. Although he possessed inhuman strength, the cost of battle was also astonishing. After every battle, he felt hungry and sleepy. This time was no exception.

As the hero of this conflict, Bloodshot's dinner was very plentiful. He had two more large bowls of potatoes than the average traveler, as well as two large pieces of roasted meat and a piece of butter. This was rare in the caravan. The caravan's supplies were always very tight, so even Chief Vick didn't eat much more than the average person. However, after the conflict during the day, no one thought there was anything wrong with Bloodshot eating a little more. In fact, without Bloodshot, most of them wouldn't have had dinner at all.

But now, the most noticeable people in the convoy were not Bloodshot, but several girls huddled together, shivering. They were spoils of the Sandworm Bandit gang's robbery, members of another caravan, but now they had ended up here.

But to be honest, the suffering of these girls was not over yet, because according to the rules of the wasteland, they were no longer free people, but considered spoils of the caravan. The caravan had the right to sell them. Even if Old Vick was willing to take them in, he would have difficulty bearing the food pressure that came with accommodating them. So their fate was still uncertain, unless some man in the caravan took a fancy to them and was willing to bear the burden of feeding them.

In this respect, their status was even lower than Bloodshot's when he was first picked up. At least Bloodshot was considered a free man at that time, but they couldn't even achieve that.

The wasteland at night was very quiet. People could only hear the sound of the convoy's engines. This environment made people very sleepy. Soon, most people fell asleep. Bloodshot also gradually fell into a dream.

He didn't know how long had passed when a noisy sound woke Bloodshot up. He opened his eyes and found that it was not yet dawn. So he got up and walked out of the compartment.

Outside the compartment, people were crowded together. Seeing Bloodshot come out, they immediately made a circle, respectfully saluting Bloodshot.

"Mr. Bloodshot."

"Mm." Bloodshot nodded, glancing at the passage leading to the roof. "What happened? It's so chaotic."

"We saw it!" A guard answered loudly, his face full of joy. "We saw lights!"

"Lights?" Bloodshot was stunned.

"The lights of a gathering point. We're almost at the next gathering point."

Energy was very scarce in the post-apocalyptic world, and few people were willing to waste it. So seeing a large area of lights meant that they were close to a gathering point, because only gathering points would have enough energy to use for lighting.

Hearing this news, Bloodshot was also very happy, and went to the roof to take a look.

Sure enough, there was a patch of lights flickering on the distant horizon. It looked quite large. At the speed of the convoy, they would be able to reach it by noon the next day.

On the way back, Bloodshot grabbed a traveler and asked, "Where's Chief Vick?"

"The chief is in the command room," the traveler answered respectfully.

Bloodshot let him go and walked towards the command room.

The command room was actually just a larger compartment. When Bloodshot entered, he saw Old Vick roaring at several young men. The content was nothing more than arrangements after arriving at the gathering point. Several young men respectfully lowered their heads, each with a small notebook, recording all the resources that Old Vick needed to purchase. Seeing Bloodshot come in, Old Vick's eyes lit up. He threw down his subordinates and walked straight over.

"Mr. Bloodshot, you've finally come. I was just about to look for you."

"Mm?" Bloodshot was a little surprised. "What's the matter, Chief Vick?"

Old Vick laughed heartily, turned his head and shouted outside, "Bring me some coffee. Yes, the pack I've been treasuring under my pillow." Then he gestured for Bloodshot to come in.

"Let's go, Mr. Bloodshot, let's sit down and talk. The night is still long, we need something to perk us up."

"…" Bloodshot didn't say anything, but followed Old Vick to another small compartment. After the coffee was delivered, the door was closed. The compartment immediately became quiet.

The compartment was small and had no heating. The steaming coffee emitted a rich aroma, quickly warming the entire compartment. Bloodshot sniffed lightly, feeling refreshed.

His body had an extremely strong ability to absorb and digest. Coffee was only refreshing for ordinary people, but for him, it could play a dual role of replenishing energy and stimulating nerves. Silently, Bloodshot felt the "it" inside him awaken, expressing a desire for the small teacup on the table.

"Speak, Chief Vick. I don't think you brought me here just for coffee," Bloodshot said lightly.

"Hehe. Mr. Bloodshot, don't be anxious. Let's taste the coffee first. This stuff is rare. I got this pack three years ago. You're quite lucky," Old Vick replied with a smile, his expression like an old fox.

Bloodshot didn't suspect anything. He calmly drank the coffee in one gulp. The rich liquid entered his stomach, and he immediately felt the restless throbbing of the "it" inside him, as if it was also tasting the taste of coffee. After a while, the throbbing turned to calm.

Bloodshot put down the empty teacup. "Now can you talk?"

"Hehe. Mr. Bloodshot is really impatient. Okay, since that's the case, I'll be frank," Old Vick rubbed his hands, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.

"Actually, I'm here for that set of armor."

Bloodshot smiled slightly. As expected. He had long guessed that Old Vick coveted Karisa's set of armor, but he had been holding back because he was too embarrassed to speak up. Now he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Everyone knew that they would arrive at the gathering point tomorrow afternoon. At that time, the armor would likely be sold by Bloodshot, and Old Vick would have no chance.

However, this armor had other uses in Bloodshot's mind. How could he easily hand it over?

Looking at Old Vick's hopeful gaze, Bloodshot's expression was calm. "It seems I shouldn't have drunk this coffee."

"Where, Mr. Bloodshot is thinking too much. I just invited you for a drink. It has nothing to do with the armor. Besides, you saved our lives. We should compensate you even if we have to take out our most valuable resources," Old Vick said with a smile, feeling very embarrassed.

"But now you want my spoils of war," Bloodshot said lightly.

"Hehe, hehe. The caravan is too poor. This, Mr. Bloodshot, please don't mind," Old Vick laughed awkwardly, then suddenly his expression became serious. "Speaking of which, I want to ask Mr. Bloodshot a question, do you really want to stay on this planet forever? Just continue like this?"

"What?" Bloodshot was a little surprised.

"I can tell that Mr. Bloodshot is adventuring for the first time, right?" Old Vick said seriously. "If you just want to adventure on this planet, then pretend I didn't say anything today. But if you have other ideas, then compared to the armor, what I'm about to say is more valuable."

"…" Bloodshot pondered.

He was a little tempted. Being able to leave this hellish world was wonderful for Bloodshot. Although this news was a bit sudden, Bloodshot felt that compared to the armor he had already obtained, Old Vick's proposal might be more interesting.

After thinking for a while, Bloodshot finally made a decision, turning his gaze to the other party. "Okay, but this price is not enough."

"Of course. I also prepared a box of copper ore for you. It's rich ore. If you're still not satisfied, those girls who were rescued today can also be given to you. They can be sold for a good price at the gathering point," Old Vick said slowly, then stared at Bloodshot, his eyes full of expectation.

He knew that what he was discussing today was a bit excessive, but he really needed the armor. Since Bloodshot had already revealed that he didn't want to stay in the caravan, then the armor was the last straw for him to protect this caravan. Survival was the most important thing in the post-apocalyptic world, and Old Vick couldn't care about his old face anymore.

Fortunately, Bloodshot didn't care much about these things. After thinking for a while, he gave Old Vick a definite answer.

"Deal."