It was a nuclear crater, or a circular lake.
The lake surface emits light cyan fluorescence under the night, like a sea of fireflies, beautiful and ominous.
The water of the lake is very clear, but as sticky as gel. The occasional breeze can't make any ripples.
In the center of the lake, there is a small mountain floating.
It was a hill made of dark red R blocks. The blood vessels densely covered on its surface squirm frequently, delivering nutrients to the whole body. The huge body rests on the densely packed tentacles of the chassis like jellyfish tentacles, like a giant tree rooted in the lake.
A giant tree made of blood.
There is a cilia as thick as a forearm and about ten meters long on its top. On the top of the cilia, there is a glowing R bubble. It's like an antenna hanging a bright light. The weak fluorescence flickers, as if listening to something, and also as if calling for something.
No one has been here in twenty years, and no one can come here. This is a forbidden area of life.
However, there are still a few alien species that can get close to this place.
For example, Deathclaw is one of them.
Perhaps guided by the faint light, a death claw slowly approached the nuclear crater.
It shook its barbed tail stupidly, and its sharp claws clamped down on a dying survivor.
The survivor's face was ugly, with deformed folds growing on his ulcerated skin. The high-intensity radiation cancer had transformed every cell in his body. The swollen mouth moved slowly, muttering inaudible words. As his facial muscles trembled, large flakes of skin peeled off from his face.
His face was miserable, but its countenance was solemn.
As if performing some mysterious ritual, the Deathclaw held him aloft.
Amid the fearful wails of its prey, it devoutly threw him into the lake.
The sticky ripples spread out and soon engulfed the figure of the man.
As usual, the Deathclaw turned around and left after paying tribute.
However, at this moment, a change occurred!
The viscous lake water suddenly rolled up, and large bubbles rose from the bottom of the lake. It's like boiling water. And the survivor who sank to the bottom of the lake was the last firewood that lit up the lake!
Deathclaw turned his head sharply, his copper-bell-sized eyes narrowed into slits, wandering in surprise between the rising light and the restless R-block.
at the same time. In a villa dozens of kilometers away, Lin Ling, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes.
His breathing was still even, as if he was still sleeping soundly.
However, the two flashes of red in his pupils were so conspicuous in the darkness.
... ...
It was already mid-June, and Jiang Chen planned to return to the living world in the near future. Everything in the wasteland has been arranged. The last batch of new recruits also rushed to the front line yesterday. It doesn't matter whether he is sitting in the office at the base or not. Sun Jiao, who is the marshal's wife, will arrange all the chores for him, and Lin Ling will also inform him through the fourth-dimensional transmitter when encountering major events.
But today he still had to go to the office. An envoy from Hangzhou wanted to see him.
"Ha-" yawning, Lin Ling walked out of the room, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Did you stay up late?" Jiang Chen, who was standing in the living room and about to go out, saw this and asked with a smile.
"No, I just don't know why I feel sleepy... Well, I'm still a little hungry." Lin Ling rubbed her flat belly and walked to the kitchen in a daze.
I don't know what happened, but Lin Ling has been looking listless these days. Jiang Chen initially thought she was sick. However, Lin Ling told him responsibly that cyborgs would not get sick.
Jiang Chen glanced at her back in confusion, but said nothing, opened the door and walked out.
The sky is exceptionally clear today, perhaps because the monsoon wind blowing from the Pacific Ocean has blown away the radioactive dust that hangs over the wasteland like dark clouds. When he arrived at the office, he saw a man in a suit waiting at his desk.
After seeing Jiang Chen, his eyes lit up, he stretched out his right hand and greeted him with a smile.
Jiang Chen also extended his hand and shook his hand in a friendly manner.
"Kong Qian, President of the Hangzhou Merchants Federation." The man held Jiang Chen's hand and shook it vigorously. He introduced himself in a friendly manner.
Judging from the calluses on his hands, this guy doesn't look like a businessman at all.
Although Jiang Chen has never been to Hangzhou, he has heard of the name of this association.
Many merchants in the Sixth Street are from Hangzhou, and the electronic products, tobacco, adhesives and other gadgets they bring are all selling well here. Most of them are businessmen from Hangzhou. They all belong to the Hangzhou Merchants Federation, a guild-like organization. Being able to integrate so many businessmen is enough to show that the strength of this organization cannot be underestimated.
However, there is Jia City between Hang City and Wanghai City. The distance of 150 kilometers is already considered very far in the wasteland.
"Jiang Chen, Marshal NAC. Why don't we sit down and talk first?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Haha, Mr. Marshal is too polite..."
After some pleasantries, the two of them took their seats on the sofa.
Jiang Chen simply motioned to Han Junhua to step aside first. Then he put his fingers on his knees and asked straight to the point.
"There is so much chaos outside now. I wonder why the president came here to visit me in person?"
Jiang Chen has not forgotten that Jia City is still in the hands of mutants at this moment.
"Bring friendship, bring Yajing. There is also a private purpose, I want to meet the legendary king of Wanghai City." Kong Qian said with a smile.
The king of Wanghai City? This horse's p-shooting is really loud, but I like it.
"Haha, is this what people in Hangzhou call me?" Jiang Chen laughed.
"Of course, the businessmen who came back from the Sixth Street to Hangzhou City were full of praise for your magnanimity. As a dictator, you can recognize the importance of businessmen and strictly abide by the rules of the game you set. To be honest, after hearing After the ten-member committee was replaced by a dictator, we were pessimistically thinking that we would completely lose one of the most dazzling markets, but it turned out that we were wrong." Kong Qian spread his hands and joked.
Seeing that Kong Qian was reluctant to speak and get to the point, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.
"It's an honor to be so praised by your businessmen. The businessmen in Hangzhou have always been our most friendly friends. But I think it's better for us to get down to business as soon as possible before complimenting each other."
Kong Qian smiled.
"Actually, before coming here, I had a good proposal."
"What about now?" Jiang Chen asked.
"I changed my mind."
"Can I hear what that scrapped idea is?" Jiang Chen leaned on the sofa and said, looking at that scheming face.
Kong Qian grinned and didn't hide it.
"My proposal is for both sides to jointly send troops to remove this nail blocking our trade route."
"What about now?" Jiang Chen smiled.
"But now I find that you seem to be able to pull out this nail yourself without us." Kong Qian also laughed.
When he said this, Jiang Chen read a hint of hidden fear in his pupils. (.)