I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 745: Mole Office

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Unfortunately, it rained heavily in Taipei on the 25th.

Heavy rains washed sand and soil into a filthy slurry, and several construction robots broke down as rainwater poured into the unfilled foundations. Because the construction conditions were too crude, the progress of the project was extremely difficult and even came to a standstill...

"If this rain continues, we will have to fight hand-to-hand with mud crabs on the beach." Standing on the watchtower of the expeditionary force fortress, looking at the construction site on Despair Beach, Li Wang frowned.

But no one expected that the rain would be so heavy.

When he was cleaning up the waterworks gang in Hongcheng, Jiang Chen had some impressions of those difficult mire crabs. The carapace that bullets cannot penetrate, the pliers that can crush steel, and the delicious crab roe...

But according to what Chen Guangning said, marsh crabs can be divided into river crabs and sea crabs. Mire crabs that live in marine environments have darker carapace colors, larger bodies, and more ferocious habits. Any creature smaller than it will become its prey.

Without the protection of walls, fighting these monsters in the wilderness would undoubtedly be unrealistic.

Heavy rain delayed the progress of the project, and Jiang Chen had no better solution. If there was no chance of winning, he would have no choice but to order an evacuation and wait until the summer solstice before moving the space elevator. Jiang Chen could not do such a thing no matter what, letting his subordinates die for an impossible task.

After taking a deep breath, Jiang Chen spoke.

"If 80% of the project cannot be completed by March 1, then we will withdraw our people from the front line, retreat to the fortress, and evacuate in batches."

"Where are the survivors?" Li Wang asked.

"You don't need to ask me about this kind of thing."

Jiang Chen glanced at him, turned around and left the watchtower.

If the expeditionary force were to evacuate, it would be obvious what the fate of these survivors would be.

However, even if those survivors who did not have time to hide died tragically as a result, he would still make such a choice.

After all, he is more responsible for the lives of his own people than the lives of these strangers.

Rain pattered down on the concrete road, and a thick haze hung over Taipei. The fear brought by the Calamity Moon lingers in the hearts of every Yizhou survivor, lingering like a ghost.

Entering the city from the north, passing through two streets and a station, you can see a settlement that looks similar to a shack. This town has no name and is named Town 79 because of the number of the shelter. People built houses out of found bricks and billboards and lived crowded together, trying to draw pitiful warmth from this apocalypse.

However, this warmth is so pale when danger approaches.

Those who had saved enough Yajing had already hid in the shelter early, while those who did not have Yajing could only look at the numb guards with pleading eyes. Some people will survive, while others will have to fend for themselves in the disaster. Even an isolated island cannot escape this axiom that is universally applicable in the apocalypse.

The guard standing guard at the door leaned against the rain shelter, leaning on his dirty assault rifle and looking away slightly irritably.

They just glanced at the passers-by and did not bother to question them carefully. The island lacks resources and the economy is relatively closed. There are almost no predators forming settlements on Yizhou Island. There are only some survivors who can't survive and occasionally work part-time as bandits.

Inheriting the arsenal of Vault 79, there are 500 fully armed soldiers stationed in No. 79 Town, which can be regarded as the largest survivor force in Taipei. It is generally impossible for blind bandits to come here to make themselves uncomfortable.

In the heavy rain, a group of people wearing raincoats walked towards the small town. The hoods of the raincoats completely covered the faces of these three people, making them look suspicious no matter what. However, the guard only glanced at the three of them one more time and then looked away.

After successfully passing the gate of the town, Lin Ling shrank her sleeves into her raincoat and whispered.

"Can't these sloppy guys make their houses cleaner?"

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's useless. When the Calamity Month passes, the only intact eggs left here will probably be the eggs of the mud crabs." Chen Guangning gave full play to his role as a guide at this moment and told Lin Ling and Jiang Chen introduced.

Scavenging creatures are very sensitive to the smell of humans. Whenever the Calamity Moon comes, mire crabs will spontaneously move closer to human settlements.

Jiang Chen looked at the buildings around him and didn't comment too much on the living habits of these survivors. Judging from the scale, this town should be able to accommodate five to six thousand people. However, at this moment, no one could be seen on the crooked streets. As Chen Guangning said, by this time, most people had fled into shelters or fled outside the town.

This time he came to Town No. 79 to inquire about the whereabouts of the nuclear power plant, and also to see what this town built on Yizhou Island looked like. Li Wang was opposed to him acting alone at first, but Jiang Chen still insisted on doing so.

There were too many people following him, making it inconvenient for him to transport the nuclear device to the living world.

As for whether Chen Guangning is reliable, there is no need to worry about this.

Regardless of whether people can lie or not, slave chips cannot lie.

The three of them turned through two alleys and came to the door of a bar. Chen Guangning walked to a broken door covered with moss, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly three times. Not long after, the door opened.

Under the shadows, an expressionless face appeared behind the door. It was a face that could not be found among the crowd. If there was anything about this face that could leave a deep impression on people, it was probably his sharp eyes.

He was obviously surprised to see Chen Guangning.

"Old Chen?" His eyes stayed on Chen Guangning for a moment, and then fell on the two people behind him. The man grinned, "You also brought guests?"

Feeling uncomfortable with this look, the timid Lin Ling shrank to Jiang Chen's side. Jiang Chen gently squeezed her hand, signaling her not to be nervous.

"That's right, I'm here to take care of your business in the first five days of the Calamity Month. Do you think I can give you a preferential price?" Chen Guangning spread his hands and said.

"You know, it's always a fixed price to do business with me." As he said that, the man turned around and walked into the dark room, "Welcome to my office, as long as the price is right, there is no such thing on Yizhou Island." Things I can’t do. Credibility guaranteed.”

After stepping into the door, Jiang Chen looked at the layout of the house. The first feeling was that it was cold and damp. The second feeling was that this cat could really be inhabited

"Sit wherever you like, we don't provide tea here." The man grinned and stared directly at Jiang Chen.

His instinct told him that this was his employer.

Without taking off his raincoat, Jiang Chen casually sat on the old sofa and asked casually.

"What do you call it?"

"You can call me Mole." Mole said with a smile.

Judging from his expression, he didn't really care that Jiang Chen wet his sofa.

"I need you to help me find a place, can you do that?"

"It's easy, as long as you can afford the price."

Can you afford this price

Jiang Chen chuckled. It had been a long time since anyone had asked him such an interesting question.

Without asking for the specific price, he paused and spoke directly.

"Qingshui Nuclear Power Plant, I want you to help me find its specific location and the password to obtain administrator rights. How about it? Can you do it?"

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