The snow is heavy.
The broken cement walls were covered in frost, and the half-dragging steel bars were frozen into a crystal column.
Underneath, walked a ragged figure. Their faces were sallow and thin, and the expressions on their faces had been numbed by the wind and snow. The weight on their shoulders crushed their backs and knees.
Standing on one side is naturally the mutant overseer.
As slaves of mutants, their only relief is to be chosen after reaching the age of thirty. After completing the breeding task, they then soaked in the culture tank and gained "new life".
As for those who are not selected, their fate will often be miserable...
After all, the culture tank and culture fluid are limited, and not everyone is qualified to become a mutant. What's more, mutants also need to maintain a certain number of slaves to do the hard work they don't want to do, and at the same time provide them with pleasure.
Standing at the door of the station, Troy stared coldly at the weak bodies, then turned to the humans around him.
That's right, there was a human standing next to him!
Any survivor in Wanghai City will definitely be shocked when they see this scene. Common sense dictates that there is no possibility of negotiation between mutants and humans, let alone standing side by side.
The man was wearing a leather jacket, and the red diamond ring on his thumb was quite eye-catching. If there are any knowledgeable people here, they will be shocked to find that the white beard on his collar is actually the mane of a bloodthirsty lion.
As the king of dangerous species, the bloodthirsty lion's combat power can even rival five deathclaws. The sharp teeth are like blades and can easily tear through the armor of power armor. However, this creature is rare in the east and usually appears in the far northwest wilderness. Because of its ferocity, it is rarely hunted, and its rare mane is naturally popular among collectors.
And that red diamond ring is even more incredible, it is a blood crystal.
Generally speaking, mutated organisms will condense subcrystals near their nerve centers as efficient energy storage containers. However, blood crystals are a bit special. Although they are allotropes with sub-crystals, their energy reserves far exceed tens of thousands of times. Just a small piece the size of your thumb can match the energy produced by the fusion of one kilogram of tritium nuclei.
But what is puzzling is that the existence and stability of blood crystals no matter how hard people rack their brains. Nor can the energy within it be called upon. Not to mention humans, the alien species that condensed the blood crystals themselves could not use the energy in them. Strictly speaking, any alien species that condenses this blood-red crystal is an undoubted loser in the race.
Because of their staggering potential value and rarity, blood crystals are often considered expensive collectibles. Loved by the nobles of the Northern United Region.
At this point, the identity of this man is self-evident.
He comes from the north and has an unusually high status.
"Mr. Troy, I wonder how your recent progress is?" Boyu put his hands in his pockets and asked the mutant next to him with a smile.
"The outpost has been established," Troy grinned, revealing his ferocious blood-red gums. "When the last batch of armored trucks is completed, my troops can set off."
"Oh? Really." The man in fine clothes seemed to be very dissatisfied with the mutant leader's answer, and just replied lightly.
There was a brief silence between the two.
This mutant named Troy. It seems that he is very afraid of the strength of this man from the Northern United District. Even if this place is thousands of kilometers away from the United Unified District, even if this place is his base camp.
"Looking at the suffering of your compatriots, don't you have any thoughts in your heart?" Troy grinned and asked rudely.
"We are different from wild beasts. We don't have that extra sense of community." Boyu smiled as if he didn't care.
Troy's eyes narrowed slightly.
They pride themselves on being supreme, and the most intolerable thing is that humans always confuse them with mutant creatures.
"Sorry, answer the phone." Shrugging, Boyu walked aside and then reached out and pressed his earlobe, "Hello?"
"Oh... That's really a pity. Okay. Well... you can continue to monitor their movements. It's Jiang Chen, right? Haha, interesting, I'll hang up then."
Troy kept looking at his position coldly.
"Sorry man, your outpost seems to be gone." Ignoring the unkind gaze. Boyu strolled to his side and smiled.
Troy's Adam's apple moved slightly, and Troy was very disapproving. However, the expression on this man's face made him feel unsure.
At this moment, a mutant ran not far away. The panic look on his face was so clearly visible even through the heavy snow and dozens of meters away.
Troy's eyebrows twitched and looked at Boyu aside. Look at the smiling expression on that face. He always felt angry.
But at this moment he couldn't get angry.
"Chief, our 40 advance troops stationed in Shenxiang Town—"
"Annihilated?"
The mutant who came to report the news was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and spoke with difficulty.
"Exactly."
Troy took a deep breath and tried to calm down his furious mood.
"Which force took action..."
"Liuding Town... Our people used binoculars to see their helicopter. It is a YZ-51 equipped with a Type 50 electromagnetic gun. There is their icon on the bottom of the aircraft."
"How could someone from Liuding Town appear here?" Troy was stunned.
Although he was very suspicious of this information, he could not find a reason to refute it. After all, only the people in Liuding Town have flying units in the entire area.
If Liu Dingzhen intervenes in this matter, things will become difficult to handle.
Thinking of this, Troy couldn't help but frown.
He had also heard a little about Liu Dingzhen's strength. The carrier-based electromagnetic gun on the aircraft carrier has a maximum range of 500 kilometers in the atmospheric environment. It can hit Luzhou directly from the Yangtze River Estuary, let alone No. 7, which is next to Wanghai City.
"Ahem, I have to remind you that it was not someone from Liuding Town who took away your outpost." Boyu seemed to have a good understanding of the distribution of power in Wanghai City. Boyu coughed and said.
"Oh?" Troy raised his eyebrows.
"People in Liuding Town will never install electromagnetic guns on helicopters, because their ship-based electromagnetic guns can carry out long-range strikes at any location in Wanghai City. Even if you build defenses, you will be hit by 100kg mass bombs. How many seconds can you hold on?" Boyu said with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
"Your information is too limited. Recently, a 'great leader' was born in Qingpu. Under his call or the inducement of food, the survivors who were originally scattered gathered together. On the ruins, a "great leader" was established. The base of Fish Bones... In addition, according to my information, they also have dealings with the Zhao Group in the Sixth Block, specifically in the grain business." Boyu said with a smile.
"Food?" Troy looked at Boyu with an unkind expression, "As far as I know, in the entire wasteland, the only one that can produce food is your United District. Can I understand that you funded that force? "
The undeveloped areas in the northwest have hardly been baptized by the war. Although the soil is poor, the problem of fertility is much easier to solve than pollution and radiation levels. If you go further north. It's the front line between AC and CCC again, which is in the same mess as Wanghai City.
It can be said that in the entire Chinese region, only the northwest can still produce edible food.
Hearing this, Boyu sighed.
"The entire wasteland? Does this entire wasteland refer to Wanghai City, or the entire land of AC? Or the entire world?"
"Is it meaningful to discuss the entire world?" Troy grinned and said sarcastically.
"It's a matter of layout." Boyu spread his hands, "It's not possible to cultivate, just because the technology is not up to par. Our radiation treatment technology is very perfect, otherwise, we would give you pure soil. You wouldn't be able to plant either. Similarly, as long as the technology is not up to standard, If you pass the test, you can grow those fresh and delicious fruits and vegetables in any corner of the wasteland. Their food may come from an underground ecological garden that has been built, but that is not the point. There is only one thing that interests me."
"The Eden Project?" Troy sneered, "It's really interesting. If that Eden Project can resume farming, why are those elites still flying into space?"
"Because the hope in the distance is more attractive than the devastation here." Boyu smiled, paused and then said, "On the point of colonizing space. I am consistent with the defunct United World Organization."
"But those people didn't let you, a kneeling guy, get on the boat." Troy mocked as always.
"Why do I need that ticket? As long as I have the technology, I can completely build another colonial ship." Boyu laughed loudly, stretched out his hand from his pocket, and pointed to the sky. "Give me twenty years, and I will rebuild a high-tech park. Give me fifty years, and I will take the survivors into space again. It is not us who should be abandoned, but the soil itself! "
"Why don't you learn from us, change yourselves, and adapt here? Why don't you try it for yourself. You will never know how delicious Deathclaw meat is."
Boyu's calm expression showed a rare flash of disgust, but it quickly disappeared.
"So, discussing values is a more boring thing than discussing ideologies. You will get the improved FEV virus you want and take your tribe to adapt to this wasteland. However, remember that between us transaction."
Boyu holds the password that passed the security certification of Kalman Company, which is also the FEV virus information he provided to the mutants.
"Of course, I will take my people to break into 'that place' in the city center for you and find the location of the 005 shelter, if it really exists."
"Don't worry about this. My information has always been reliable. Shelter 005 is in Wanghai City." Boyu said confidently.
After staring at Boyu twice, Troy then looked away and looked into the distance of the slave queue.
It was an empty space, but now it was filled with munitions and supplies.
Rifles, machine guns, full body armor, trucks converted into armored vehicles, even infantry guns and artillery shells!
Some of this batch of arms belonged to the mutants themselves, but most of them were provided by this man named Boyu.
When the stakes are constant, even mutants and humans can stand side by side.
"Do we have to go into the city center... It seems we have to hit the road in winter."
Looking at the snow in the distance, Troy said in a deep voice. (.)