My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"Are you saying that a large area of ​​the sea around Qinggang City has disappeared? Only a bare river bed is left? None of us can feel it?"

"Do you think I would believe it?"

Kneeling on one knee, Garu suppressed the fear in his heart and trembled slightly.

The shelter was established before the war and has been passed down for more than 300 years. There have been countless generations of managers.

According to the tradition inherited from the original Free State, most shelter managers are basically elected by referendum. For example, the current manager of the harbor shelter was only a skilled fisherman before, but he won the election after continuously receiving 70% of the votes.

However, there are also some shelters that have different election rules during the development process, either due to reforms or accidents.

What is now Flat Beach Refuge is one of them.

Rumor has it that before Yehu ascended to the throne of manager, he personally broke the neck of the previous manager.

the reason is simple.

Under his command, Pingtan Sanctuary was unable to resist the increasingly arrogant mutants, and could only continue to shrink its defense lines, causing unnecessary casualties.

Even though there were countless suggestions, he ignored them and still insisted on his own ideas.

One night, Liehu, the captain of the Pingtan Defense Force, finally had enough of the injustice and went into the manager's room to report the results in person.

When he came out again, the previous manager had disappeared, not even the body was left, only a blood-stained confession made people realize what happened.

Over the next three months, Hunter Tiger used thunderous means to make nearby mutants pay the price, and personally dueled with the leader of the mutants and won a head-on victory.

With an unprecedented 100% support, he took the position of manager of Pingtan Shelter.

Tiger hunting is a thing of the past, and flat beaches represent new life.

But there is no doubt that among all the shelter managers, he is the most vicious one and the one who likes to use violence the most.

"Dear Pingtan Shelter Manager, this is absolutely true. Lord Haigang is willing to guarantee his reputation and has sent people to synchronize this news to all shelters. I will never dare to deceive you."

"Oh? Does Mr. Qinggang know about it too?"

"Yes, according to the time, the team heading to Sunny Harbor Sanctuary should also arrive."

Garu's head lowered even more humbly.

The news that the harbor shelter wants to sell is certainly not the disappearance of the bay, nor is it the cause of the fog.

He was waiting for Yehu to ask himself.

really.

"Without a seaport, your harbor shelter will probably be disbanded soon, right?"

Hearing this expected inquiry, Garu's downcast face finally showed a little joy, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.

Sure enough, managers who rely on force to rise to power are stupid and only know how to fight and kill.

His current reaction was completely expected by the "old academics" in the shelter.

In other words, the harbor shelter prepared a plan before arriving.

At this point, everything is as expected.

"Sir Pingtan, we can contribute the information on the disappearance of the sea around Qinggang City for free, but the next information will probably have to be..."

"Tell me what the price is.

"One hundred pounds of nitrocellulose, ten sets of thermal insulation suits and an exoskeleton!"

After Garu finished speaking, he raised his head for the first time and looked at the man sitting on the large seat in front of him.

The exposed red skin is as out of place as those green-skinned mutants.

The broad Chinese character face should be upright and awe-inspiring, but now it is full of evil and domineering because of the red lines.

He was over two meters tall, and his terrifying muscles were like a hill.

After just one glance, Garu felt that his breathing had stopped for a moment.

But fortunately, judging from the smile on the corner of this guy's mouth, he doesn't seem to be angry about his offer?

This is a full 20% higher than the highest reference price given by the old scholars in the shelter.

If it really succeeds, the extra exoskeleton will

"Liu Lu."

"My subordinate is here."

"I'm keeping this person. You should know what to do with those people outside, right?"

The smile at the corners of Yehu's plain face grew stronger.

The reflection of the silver-white metal floor is distorted, as if the devil is laughing ferociously.

"What, Mr. Pingtan?"

Garu, who was lying on the ground, reacted and subconsciously touched his waist.

But unfortunately, his weapons had already been confiscated and he had been put on the opponent's clothes.

The bright green thermal insulation suit was like a piranha at this moment. It only tightened slightly and strangled him to the ground like a rope.

"Hmm, Hunter Tiger, you broke the rules, Master Harbor will never do that."

The collar of the thermal suit moved upwards, completely blocking Garu's mouth.

Liehu waved his hand impatiently.

"Go, don't let anyone go. The supplies outside will count towards your mission share on the 7th floor."

"yes."

Liu Lu, who was kneeling on one knee, looked up to Wei Wei and responded, with a depressed expression on his face, but he did not dare to say any more complaints.

Capturing Garu and destroying the caravan outside was equivalent to offending the Harbor Shelter to death.

This month's supply mission can be completed by looting this batch of goods.

But what about next month? What about next month?

If the sea really disappears, the foundation's merchant ships will definitely not be counted on.

Under the heavy fog, those passing merchants will also drastically reduce their frequency.

In this case, the future of the refuge

Thinking of this, Liu Lu suddenly understood why Yehu had impulsively arrested people just now.

Not because of the price.

But because of the lack of supplies, these forces in Qinggang City will never maintain such a balance again.

Just like every time there was a shortage of supplies due to natural disasters in the past two hundred years or so.

A large-scale plundering war is about to break out.

“Master, thirty-two individuals, armed with weapons, have been detected traveling through the shaft to the surface.

"Based on the individual's external information collection, the combat probability is \u003e7%."

Zero, which was maintaining directional surveillance, vibrated slightly and ejected a simulated picture on the wall.

In the long and narrow shaft, like candied haws, the person at the front was already squatting at the mouth of the well.

The caravans who came from outside and wore black armor were sitting on the ground not far from the well mouth to rest.

They didn't realize that there were so many people ambushing them under the shaft.

Of course, they didn't expect it.

"Didi has detected that four people wearing exoskeleton armor have surrounded North 21, North 27, West 165, and West 197. The targets are being analyzed."

"Based on the individual's external information collection, the opponent's target is a man in black armor, and the combat probability is \u003e9%."

"Huh? Are you going to take action?"

After hearing such a high-probability report, Sumo stood up, his eyes twinkling slightly.

Just now, he saw with his own eyes the captain of the black-armored man, following the patrolling personnel down the wellhead.

But now that the price has not been negotiated, are you planning to plunder violently?

Somo thought in his mind.

If it was a gangster attack, he might have been surprised when he first arrived in the wasteland.

But I have been to the future wasteland and seen even more chaotic situations. The current scene is simply too childish.

Since the man in black armor dared to pay ten times the price, he should probably think of what would happen if he failed.

Even though Gopher Man has always followed the rules.

"It would be nice to know what they talked about when they went down there."

Sumo was quite sorry.

Surrounded by so many people, they still didn't realize that the fate of the Black Armored Team was already doomed.

However, the information just collected is very useful. At least we know the general distribution of power in Qinggang City, as well as the personality and style of the western suburbs bunker.

As the four exoskeleton armors surrounding them from behind suddenly exploded.

More than thirty people jumped out of the shaft entrance.

Crackling.

Different from the defective goods in the hands of Delang that he found materials and pieced together by himself, the weapons in the hands of these people are all very sophisticated.

For a moment, tongues of flame were flying everywhere, shrouded in a dense fire net.

The six men in black armor in the front row fell into pools of blood before they could even scream.

The two people in the back row wanted to run, but they bumped head-on into an exoskeleton armor after taking a few steps.

In the fog, his face gradually became clear, and it was Liu Lu!

"Liu Liulu, you guys broke the rules in Pingtan!"

"Although our Harbor Shelter can't help you, Sunny Harbor, Sunny Harbor Shelter will definitely not spare you!"

Holding the gun in his hand tightly, the man in black armor did not fire.

Facing the powerful exoskeleton, he was surrounded by the opponent again.

At this time, he could only hope that his threats would have some meager effect.

But it's a pity

"Brother, forgive me, I have no choice but to do so." There was no emotion or joy on Liu Lu's calm face, only endless numbness: "This is an order from the manager. I believe you should be able to understand."

"Hunting tigers? How dare he? Does he still think that Qinggang City is still the same as ten years ago?"

boom.

Before the man in black armor finished speaking, a bullet was shot from the gun in Liu Lu's hand, accurately penetrating the weakest point in his throat, and causing a beautiful spurt of blood.

"Shhh."

"The manager doesn't like hearing you say that about him."

Turning his head and looking calmly at the last man in black armor, Liu Lu raised his gun slightly.

"Give you a chance, tell me what happened in the disappearing sea outside the harbor shelter?"

"Good answer, maybe I can give you a way to survive."

"you sure?"

Liu Lu didn't speak. He raised his hand and made a gesture to the men surrounding him.

The others understood and deliberately made an opening in the encirclement.

"Well, considering that we have been trading for five years, I hope you can keep your promise."

"But you can only listen to what I say next."

The man in black armor gritted his teeth, motioned Liu Lu to lower his head and whispered: "Beyond the harbor, it's not that the sea has disappeared, but that new land has appeared. The surrounding areas of Qinggang City have completely changed."

"changed?"

"Yes, the sea disappears, the seabed disappears, and it is replaced by a new land. There are trees, grass, strange city ruins, and"

boom.

A bullet suddenly flew from behind and hit the man in black armor in the chest.

The blood that instantly burst out from the lungs blocked the throat, blocking all the words that people wanted to say, and could only make meaningless whines.

"Why"

In the flashback at the moment of death, the man in black armor coughed out a large mouthful of blood, muttering full of reluctance.

Liu Lu raised his head and looked at the place where the bullet was fired, his expression darkened.

It was a thin middle-aged man holding a revolver and wearing denim clothing, walking casually from a distance.

He was whistling, holding a piece of weed in his mouth, and kept turning the revolver in his hand to make fancy movements.

Seeing everyone looking over, he deliberately picked up the muzzle of the gun and blew out a breath, with a cynical smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with his shooting skills.

"Wang Qian, Chief Wang, are you breaking some of the rules?" Liu Lu's face was ashen.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Ever since he inherited the position of deputy director of B-7, he has been dealing with the people in the Harbor Shelter for nearly six years, and his friendship is much closer than that of people on other levels in the shelter.

Even if Wang Qian is the deputy director of the B-9 floor, killing someone in front of him is equivalent to a slap in the face.

but

"Rules?" Wang Qian stopped, laughing as if he had heard a big joke: "My Chief Liu, our Pingtan Shelter has never had a deputy chief interrogate an enemy, right? "

"you"

"I saved your life, for the sake of your dead father." Wang Qian turned the revolver in his waist and glanced in the direction of the wellhead.

Following his gaze, Liu Lu's breath suddenly suffocated.

Jin Dafa, the manager in charge of the B-7 floor, unexpectedly appeared at the wellhead.

You know, he is a semi-civilian

Although the two of them usually have trouble dealing with each other, their current posture

"Very good, you should understand. It seems that my trip was not in vain."

A relaxed smile appeared on Wang Qian's face: "Go back and read more about the history of the shelter in the past thirty years, and wait for the opportunity. After chaos breaks out, those of us who do the dirty work will come to the fore."

With that said, he walked in another direction without looking back.

When passing by Jin Dafa, he whistled provocatively, lowering his head and not knowing what he said.

"Captain, these people"

"Tear off their clothes and find a place to bury them." Liu Lu was confused and gave a hurried command.

He is not a fool, and he has read the history of the shelter more than once.

I could clearly hear the underlying meaning of Wang Qian's words just now.

the past thirty years.

On weekdays, the chief and deputy chiefs check and balance each other, one is responsible for management and the other is responsible for force.

When there is no fighting, the manager responsible for management can often dominate the deputy manager.

But every time when the situation becomes really chaotic, in order to win over those who have fighting ability, managers will often reward them with previously unimaginable rewards.

Or materials, or women, or status.

Jin Dafa definitely doesn't want to see himself take his place and become the leader of B-7.

"Fuck, they're all a bunch of idiots."

"Without the harbor shelter line, and you want to drag me into the water again, until next month's material collection task cannot be completed, you will still be your boss."

Cursing under his breath, Liu Lu quickly adjusted his attitude and forced out a smile.

Under one roof, what needs to be said and done.

Before they completely break up, everyone will still maintain the previous tacit understanding and pretend that nothing happened.

In order to complete next month's B-7 mission, those damn things will not go crazy and self-destruct because they are thrown out of the shelter.

I endured it.

We will settle this account slowly later!

However, what he didn't know was.

On a high wall a few hundred meters away, Sumo observed the entire process, but an uncontrollable smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"Flat Beach"

"Did you find out that you had left Blue Star?"

"A shelter managed by levels?"

"Infighting?"

"A material task that will happen every month?"

More and more information was connected together, and Sumo was able to roughly outline a line of events.

Before, he was still thinking about how to find a way to break through the bunker.

Now.

Looking at Liu Lu wearing an exoskeleton, he began to comfort the frightened whip ox and collect the supplies left by the black armored man.

Somo turned around and his figure gradually disappeared into the mist.