Thriller: I created an alien asylum

"Rare minerals... I understand, what do you want, please provide a list, and we will try our best to find whatever we can find.

"But, intelligence, what kind of intelligence does it mean?"

After the two parties talked for a while.

The man said: "This amount of food and water can only provide at most one thousand kilograms of minerals. You must know that we need to risk our lives to search for minerals now."

One thousand kilograms is already a lot, and it can be seen how scarce water and food are.

If the radiation outside is not too strong and there are polluting organisms active, mining and searching for minerals will also take time. It is estimated that men can provide as many minerals as they want, as long as the other party can provide more water and food in exchange.

In this world full of radiation, food and water are used less and less, especially clean water, which has become more precious than gold.

After all, no matter how much gold you have, you can't survive even three days without water.

Du Jiashi said: "Our city does not lack water and food, what we lack is people, a lot of people."

He was talking about the lack of labor force, because he thought of what Mi Lan said, if you want to leave civilization, then people are the most important.

Relying on the trade of supplies, it might be possible to capture this gathering place without spending a single soldier.

However, it was different to the man's ears. His expression changed and became very ugly.

The people next to him looked even more excited, and some even raised their lowered guns, but the man raised his hand to stop them.

"Varti, do you want to cooperate with these devils?"

"We have persisted for so long just to survive, and there is no way we can provide them with live pigs."

Live pig? what is that? It doesn’t always feel like a good word. Du Jiashi thought.

Xu Rou thought to herself, why did they suddenly become so excited? Was there anything wrong with what they just said?

She went through Du Jiashi's words in her mind and found that there were indeed some ambiguities in them, so she added: "What we mean is that we want to build a gathering place here, so we need to recruit some talents."

The man named Varti looked surprised: "Establishing a gathering place? Don't you have your own city?"

"Is she lying to us? There is nothing here, and the amount of radiation exceeds the standard. It is not as good as the place occupied by the central gathering place. How could anyone come here to establish a gathering place?"

They didn't believe anyone would do such a thankless job.

Du Jiashi raised his hand: "Wait a minute, what does live pig mean?"

Varti and his companions looked strange: "You don't know what a live pig is?"

Du Jiashi: "Although I know this word, I feel that what you mean is different from what I understand."

Varti observed Du Jiashi, Xu Rou and others again.

They ranged in age, but two of them looked like kids who hadn't grown up yet.

There is still childishness on their faces, and there is no numbness and despair in Du Jiashi's and his others' faces as they struggle to survive in the apocalypse.

There is still a light of hope for life in his eyes.

How ironic is this?

They are obviously living in such a hopeless world. What kind of paradise do they live in so that they can't see the suffering in the outside world?

Valti said in a bad tone: "Live pig, isn't it what you people in the central gathering place use to describe low-class people like us who have no value?"

"In exchange for some food for a person, as for what they bought those live pigs for, heh, they could use them as slaves, consumables, experimental subjects, or goods for venting, anything is possible."

So this is what live pigs mean, Du Jiashi thought, and then explained: "No, we don't mean to buy you, we really intend to build a gathering place here."

Mi Lan watched boredly as these brats racked their brains on how to persuade each other, and tilted her head, "It's too slow."

Mi Lan snapped his fingers, making everyone look at him, and then he said: "I don't want to talk nonsense to you. If you don't agree... I have a way to make you agree."

Valti's expression turned ugly, "What do you mean?"

"It means..." Mi Lan snapped her fingers again: "You can't help but disagree."

Valti's companion was furious, and when he was about to pull the trigger to give the person on the other side a warning, he was alarmed to find that his body had become very strange.

Something was boiling and squirming in his body. He looked at his arms and found that the skin on them was bulging one after another, and they were scurrying inside, as if there were countless bugs turning inside.

He yelled in horror: "Ahhh, what is this?"

His companions also screamed one after another. They couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands steadily and fell to the ground one after another. They were also so frightened that they couldn't stand still and sat down on the ground.

Mi Lan raised a smile and said, "This is divine punishment."

Valti was anxious inside, but just as he was about to move, an indescribable feeling came over his body, as if the blood in his body was being controlled by someone.

He thought helplessly: So that's it, isn't the other party on the same level as us?

"Please stop. We agree to all your demands. We just hope that you will be noble and don't kill us."

Du Jiashi and the other four looked shocked. Is there such an operation?

Yang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, what did they do before? Thinking of their stupid actions before, he suddenly wanted to cover his face.

Yes, they are all contract masters, and it is rare that this mission has no restrictions on the use of abilities. They only thought of talking with each other instead of directly using abilities to coerce the other party.

Is it because of inertia of thinking?

Du Jiashi frowned, "Actually, we are not very skilled at controlling the weirdness. Fortunately, Master Milan is here."

They still can't control it so finely, and they might kill everyone directly after releasing the weirdness.

It is more than enough to save one's life, but it is difficult to achieve this kind of coercive effect.

Valti lowered his head and said in a very respectful manner: "My lords who came from distant cities, do you have any instructions? As long as our Baisha gathering place can do it, we will definitely do it."

The experience just now made him know that he had no right to resist the other party. In this case, it was better to put down his pride and maybe save his life.

For those struggling in the apocalypse, nothing is more important than staying alive.

"Give us detailed information on all gathering places here."

Mi Lan: "Also, I need to know which gathering place these people are from."

Valti saw the photo that Mi Lan took out, which showed a group of people wearing combat uniforms with their faces covered.