I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

Today, Yuan Yewen is wearing a colorful suit.

There was a pair of coffee-colored sunglasses in front of his eyes, and his hair was combed and shiny.

A perfect image of a nouveau riche.

This competitive meeting can be said to be a happy event for everyone.

Hong Xueyan got the coordinates of the shelter, Yuan Yewen made a lot of dark crystals, and Rosen got a B-level potion and also made a lot of money.

He uses the money he earns to purchase resources, which will eventually be fed back into the development of his power.

Looking at the proud Yuan Yewen, Rosen raised the corners of his mouth.

"With this style, I'm afraid the Twelve Committee members are no more than that."

He said in a joking tone.

Yuan Yewen smiled "hehe" and immediately waved.

"come in."

"Xiaomu is here too."

He glanced at Qi Mu with a smile, as if he could guess the reason why she appeared here.

Among the major Jinxun leaders, Zang Qiu and Yuan Yewen have the best relationship with her.

Zang Qiu is her childhood friend and best friend.

Yuan Yewen raised Qi Mu for two or three years when she was young.

At that time, the violent oil group was not so powerful.

Hong Xueyan, who was not so old at that time, often had to lead the team himself to deal with disputes.

Qi Mu nodded and smiled: "Uncle Ye Wen is really getting more and more energetic."

Hearing this, Yuan Yewen couldn't help but laugh "haha" and said: "Uncle, I'm not old yet."

He followed the two of them into the living room, but he didn't close the door, because there were still dozens of young people who followed Qi Mu standing in the corridor outside.

Only Hailsen and Qi Jun also gained the right to enter at his beckoning.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, the two maids immediately prepared drinks.

Rosen asked for a glass of water as usual and did not talk about business immediately. Instead, he watched Yuan Yewen and Qi Mu chatting.

Hai and Qi stood behind him, looking a little embarrassed.

Even if they followed Rosen with Yuan Yewen's permission.

But the meeting between the new and old Big Brother still made the two of them a little embarrassed.

Within a few minutes, Yuan Yewen and Qi Mu ended their chat.

Rosen also took this opportunity to put forward his request straight to the point.

Yuan Yewen, who was sitting on the sofa, took out a cigar and held it in his mouth, listening to his thoughts with smiling eyes.

"Do you want to hire a gang to escort supplies?"

"I thought it was something important."

"Of course there is no problem. After all, we are all on the same journey."

Yuan Yewen shrugged and agreed readily without disapproval.

The maid Xiao Fei took an alloy lighter and lit the repaired cigar for him.

When the first puff of thick smoke was exhaled, the smell in the room became a little stronger.

But Rosen shook his head.

"I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower."

"There are hundreds of knights, plus you and Xiaomu's men, the number of warriors exceeds 400."

"We also have a large number of armed motorcycles accompanying us. Looking at the entire wasteland, there are only a handful of predator groups that can pose a threat to us."

Yuan Yewen emphasized seriously, and then took the initiative to lower his voice and asked in a low voice.

"Are you being targeted, or have you received some rumors?"

"Nothing, I just feel a little uneasy." Rosen shrugged and answered with a slight frown.

He was actually a little uneasy since last night.

For god-refining monks, not only blessings come to the soul, but disasters also come to the soul.

Any warning signs in his mind deserved to be taken seriously.

Because of this, he focused a large part of his attention on the escort issue.

He even directly weaponized the newly acquired war slaves who had not yet warmed up.

If it weren't for the fact that the 12 T-32 power armors were not equipped with weapon modules, he would have planned to arrange the power armor.

"disturbed…?"

Yuan Yewen repeated thoughtfully.

Qi Mu, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, also cast a curious look at him.

However, he couldn't explain the reason for this vague warning in his heart.

About half a minute later, Yuan Yewen made a decision.

"I will immediately apply to Boss Hong for 100 headquarters knights to accompany me."

“But there’s an additional cost.”

"The price should be much cheaper than mercenaries of the same level."

At this point, Rosen finally nodded, and the uneasiness in his heart subsided slightly.

"no problem."

The two sides shook hands and reached a consensus.

…

At the same time, in the core building of Jiangcheng.

On the 30th floor, there is the largest conference room.

The place is brightly lit, with hundreds of downlights illuminating the conference room, which is as large as an auditorium.

A huge round table is placed in the conference room, enough to accommodate hundreds of people for meetings at the same time.

Sitting in the upper seats are the Twelve Committee members and representatives from each large settlement in the three major regions.

They surrounded an old man with gray hair in the middle.

The old man was wearing a red and white missionary gown, with a cross hanging on a long chain on his chest.

There are also silver rings engraved with scriptures on both hands.

He has a gentle expression, the corners of his eyes are slightly drooped, and there is always a faint smile on his face.

Several tall soldiers in combat uniforms were waiting upright.

In front of their combat uniforms, there are two silver chains and scripture belts wrapped in an X shape.

Each soldier has a slight bulge on the side of his neck, which is an implanted integrated module that can take into account communication, visual enhancement, infrared heat source detection and other effects.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers seemed to have received some news and took the initiative to come to the missionary's side and nodded gently to him.

The latter understood, and the smile on his face instantly became warm.

"Everyone, praise the Holy Lord."

"All biological samples tested correct."

He opened his arms and used exaggerated body movements to heighten the tension of his language.

But the people present were all human beings, not the kind of religious people, and no one agreed at all.

The missionaries were not impressed either.

He opened the cross he wore on his chest and took out an encapsulated graphene storage chip.

Place the chip on the table with two fingers and push it forward.

"This chip contains what you want."

"In order to facilitate your distribution, each coordinate information is individually encrypted."

"The decoding key is also in the chip, and it only takes ten minutes to complete the decryption."

After saying that, he sat back down.

The settlements in the three regions of Central China, South China, and East China jointly selected a representative and cracked one of the coordinates for confirmation.

After a simple verification process, distribution begins directly.

Even though there was a competition conference as a reference for allocation, everyone still inevitably quarreled.

The missionary watched this scene silently, with contempt shining deep in his eyes.

He raised his wrist and looked at the prismatic smart terminal.

Everyone's arguments gradually subsided, and the distribution was finally completed.

The subsequent steps are to decode the coordinates individually.

After waiting for more than two hours, the missionary was able to leave.

Through exhaustive comparisons of databases, the major forces were able to barely detect some clues.

As long as it can be proven that the coordinates are real.

Don't be fooled.

The Garden of Eden is on the other side of the ocean. If they really run away, it will be difficult for them to seek revenge.

The missionary escaped successfully and returned to Jiangcheng Airport under the escort of his apostolic army.

He had no intention of staying here.

The aerospace plane with the giant emblem of the Holy Cross on the runway of the airport is particularly eye-catching.

When the missionary boarded the plane, there was already a slender figure hidden in a black jacket sitting on the luxurious business seat.

"Holy Ann, Ms. Maiyami."

The missionary bowed to her.

The figure in the black pocket nodded slightly and said in a low tone.

"The blood of the Yangtze River devil has been obtained."

"The blood of the alien eel and crocodile has magical power, which can make the Holy Son stronger..."

"The unique mutant biological lineage possessed by the Pan-Asia region, especially the Yangtze River, has given birth to many powerful alien species."

"I have cast the bait, and the stagnant water will be completely activated, just as winter approaches."

After she finished speaking, she stopped talking, and her figure gradually blurred, like a dissipating optical projection.

It's like turning on a light deflection field.

The dent in the business seat smoothed out, and the preacher knew that the troubled saintly lady was gone.

She is elusive and possesses unique bloodline and mutant abilities.

Without saying anything, the missionary sat calmly on his seat and made a take-off gesture to his men.

A few minutes later, the engines below and behind the aerospace plane spurted out flames.

First it rose vertically, then soared into the sky and disappeared into the gloomy early winter clouds.

After the engine accelerated, it finally turned into a stream of light that shot straight into the sky and disappeared.

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The next morning.

Before dawn, Rosen and others were ready to set off.

Hailsen pushed a wheelchair with auxiliary power, and the steel-framed Bian Yuwei sat on it, looking a little dazed.

Not long after she woke up, her sense of autonomy was restored, but the physical trauma could not be restored to its original state in such a short period of time.

Although she knew that she was bought by someone and was lucky enough to survive, she still seemed to be in a depressed mood. She would only occasionally turn her eyes to glance at Rosen who was walking in front.

The entire queue is not long.

Rosen and others got on the motorcycle.

Yuan Yewen officially gave him the "Prison Breaker".

Qi Mu also has his own motorcycle, which is a suspended motorcycle equipped with a jet engine.

The essence has long been separated from the heavy motorcycle defined by the internal combustion engine, and it can be regarded as a low-altitude aircraft.

One hundred seconded bosozokus from the Oil Machine Regiment Headquarters were also waiting outside the park.

RVs are still clustered in the middle of the queue.

There were just a few more tracked trucks filled with luggage, all bearing the motorcycle skull and crossbones flag belonging to the Explosive Oil Machine Regiment.

It was a rare trip to Jiangcheng, so Yuan Yewen naturally did not miss the opportunity to purchase supplies.

He focused on purchasing some things that were difficult to buy in the Golden Sunshine District.

By the way, the other half of the armament to be delivered to Rosen was taken away from the arsenal of the oil aircraft regiment.

The handover was completed before departure.

Busy and unhurried assembly completed quickly.

The huge convoy of people headed towards the material transfer point.

After merging Rosen's transport truck and slave convoy, they changed their formation again.

The entire team sailed straight out of the north gate with great momentum, then turned around and headed southeast to transfer the ship.

Due to the expansion of the team, the ferry took four full round trips to send all the people and vehicles to the other side.

When everyone stepped onto the other side, the sky became brighter.

However, in recent days, clouds have always covered the sky, and darkness has become the main color most of the time.

The howling wind across the river was quite violent.

The roar of the wind filled the eardrums.

The biting chill deepened unconsciously.

The bodies of Levels D and E can no longer bear it, so they must wear windproof combat uniforms.

Rosen felt pretty good. Any cold and numbness in his body could be restored to the original state with a boost of energy and blood.

All slaves also wore combat uniforms with a certain protection against the cold.

He lowered his head and glanced at the BP, which showed that the surrounding ambient temperature was minus 6 degrees Celsius.

This temperature is not too fatal based on the wasteland's clothing insulation technology.

But when we arrived two days ago, the daytime temperature was still around 10°C above zero, and the river had not frozen on a large scale. There was only a small amount of broken ice accumulated on the river bank.

Therefore, today's temperature change is particularly sudden.

The amount of broken ice on the Yangtze River has further increased, and white ice flowers can be seen piling up everywhere.

They cluster into loose clumps and are pushed downstream by the current.

Regrouping, Rosen took one last look at the Jiangcheng settlement on the other side.

The ferry's flatbed boat drove away from the shore under the vibration of its engine.

At this time, gray cold "cotton wool" fell from the sky.

"The first dirty snow is coming!"

"This year's snow is a bit cleaner than in previous years."

Yuan Yewen's voice sounded on the intercom.

In the entire team, only team leader-level members can speak on the intercom.

"Uncle Yewen, it's been almost twenty years."

"The Great Destruction occurred in March of Spring, four months to the day of twenty years."

Qi Mu took the initiative to remind him. Rosen turned around and saw Yuan Yewen, who was also riding a bicycle not far away, slightly startled.

The eyes under the helmet flashed with sadness.

"yes."

"Let's go! Don't let snow affect your trip!"

"The front team is opening the way and must ensure smooth flow in the direction the convoy is passing!"

Yuan Yewen waved his hand and gave the order to set off.

The snowfall was not a good sign for travelers like them.

Gray snow flakes contain high levels of radiation and pollution.

Not only that, when heavy snow accumulates, visibility on the road will be reduced.

Many ravines and ridges will also be hidden under the gray snow. At this time, path exploration becomes particularly important.

The convoy set off again, various wheels or tracks rolling over the ground, splashing waves of mud.

As he gradually moved away from Jiangcheng, the faint sense of crisis in Rosen's heart gradually disappeared.

He rode on the Prison Breaker's motorcycle and looked back again calmly.

Spiritual awareness is actually very mysterious, and no monk dares to say that it can come true 100% of the time.

After all, there are too many factors in the world that can disturb causal changes.

Most of the time it's just a false alarm.

Just believe it or not, and try to be prepared.

He hired an additional 100 bosozoku, which cost him an extra 300,000 dark crystals.

It is still a good deal to use this money to buy peace of mind.

But now it seems that the sense of crisis may not be based on himself...

But in the already distant Jiangcheng...

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