No. 27 Ziyuan Road, Shangjing City, is home to the largest gymnasium in Pan-Asian cooperation. It is said that when the war broke out, a grand football match was being held here, so on the seats around the ring, skeletons with flesh and blood stripped away and rusted Coke cans could be vaguely seen.
Directly below the stadium is Vault 022, but this shelter has long been abandoned. What brought it back to light was the most pragmatic and diligent Tomb Keeper sect in the Twilight Church. Although they were believers, they were never bound by the doctrine and pursued absolute efficiency. It is precisely for this reason that they will compete with Boyu's leadership. Orthodoxy diverges.
"Sometimes, I think the name Gravedigger is more suitable for us than Gravekeeper." Lu Minghui took a flashlight and looked around, following the lines of blood stains on the wall that had been oxidized for many years. Said like a broken thought.
"Your statement is very vivid." The man smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "But I will not agree with your proposal at the meeting. No matter in which era, digging ancestral graves is not a popular profession."
"Come on, I'm just talking."
Walking in the dilapidated subway, the two of them were followed by a team of two-headed oxen carrying goods. These hard-working animals are one of the few gentle alien species in the wasteland. They are easily tamed and can cross terrains that cannot be crossed by vehicles. And because there is less accumulation of toxins in the body, they are also one of the few sources of meat in the wasteland, if not considering their chewy sand-like texture.
More than a dozen soldiers wearing cold-proof clothing walked around the consignment team, scanning the shadows in the corners with vigilant eyes, wary of possible zombies, alien species, or predators. Although it was a path he was used to taking every day, no one dared to take it lightly. The number of survivors who capsized in the gutter because of their carelessness cannot be counted even with all the fingers of a living person, and there are many powerful lone travelers among them.
Soon, they arrived at their destination—Shangjing Stadium Station.
After crossing the dismantled ticket gate, a group of people drove the two-headed ox towards the exit and went straight into the second underground floor of the stadium. This is the stronghold of the Tomb Keeper sect, with nearly ten thousand people living here. The center of the stadium was transformed into a large plantation, with a transparent graphene shield that blocks snow and allows sunlight to pass through. The mutant fruits growing on the green field are the food source of this underground "city".
Two sentries at the door stepped forward, and after confirming Lu Minghui's identity, they immediately stepped back and saluted.
Lu Minghui nodded, stepped through the door, and continued walking forward. The man behind him stayed and led the pack team in another direction.
Arriving at a place that looked like a cowshed, a pot-bellied man stepped forward, rubbed his swollen eyes, and took out a tablet from his pocket. As a warehouse manager, his daily job is to count the materials shipped into the base.
"Hey, Fatty, are you on duty today?"
"Yes, this damn weather, my nose is almost frozen..."
Mumbling, he walked forward and opened the leather buckle of a package. His hands suddenly froze.
"This! This is!" The man named Fatty was greatly shocked, and his small eyes narrowed into two slits and widened, like two green beans.
"A whole container of cocoa beans, I don't know the exact number of tons... It's amazing, isn't it? Until a few days ago, I thought this kind of thing had become extinct from the earth." The man lit a low-quality cup for himself Cigarettes, he patted the bulging package on the back of the two-headed cow, "Pack it separately, transport it to the warehouse and keep it, remember to keep it dry, that's it."
The fat man nodded quickly and asked the staff to unload the cocoa beans. Just bake it in a pot, add sugar, and boil continuously to extract the cocoa liquid of toon. With a little processing, it can be made into cocoa powder or chocolate.
No matter what it is made of, it is a hot-selling luxury product in the wasteland because it is easy to store and can even be used as currency like cans!
And because of their high calorie content, they are much more valuable than cans of the same weight!
If you have to convert it into subcrystals, I'm afraid you have to use the unit of millions.
On the other side, Lu Minghui, who had walked deep into the basement of the gymnasium, stopped, pulled out the data cable from E, and connected it to the jack next to the door. After the reading bar on the screen was finished and the security verification was passed, a straight gap opened in the flat cement wall, allowing a passage to both sides.
Putting E away, he stepped forward and walked into the passage.
As he moved forward, the cold lights in the corners of the corridor lit up one after another, dispelling the darkness in the corridor. Stopping in front of the door at the end of the corridor, he paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and reached out to push the door open.
Inside the door, it suddenly becomes clear.
A circular meeting room, like the Inquisition in ancient Rome. About fifty senior members of the Twilight Church were seated on both sides of the conference room. Judging from the packed venue, it was obvious that this meeting had been going on for a long time. When the door opened, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Minghui.
"You're late, Mr. Bishop." The old man sitting at the head looked at his watch softly and said.
"There was a little situation on the way." Lu Minghui walked to the center of the circular venue and lifted his luggage slightly towards the old man.
There are many bishops in the Gravekeeper sect, but there are only a few people with real power. The old man sitting at the head of the conference room is one of them. As the Archbishop of the Gravekeeper Sect, he is in charge of all powers including finance and the army.
The old man nodded, not intending to investigate the reason for his lateness, and slowly opened his dry lips.
"Let's start the report."
Lu Minghui nodded slightly and began to report.
"NAC is not hostile to us who have already severed ties with them because of its hostile relationship with the orthodox sect led by Boyu. The covenant was reached quite smoothly, and Jiang Chen himself liked the gifts we presented. If the Holy Shield system is repaired , he promised to provide us with a habitat in Wanghai City."
There were whispers in the conference room, and the people sitting at the conference table breathed a sigh of relief. The old man sitting at the head also nodded approvingly. He was obviously quite satisfied with the good news brought back by the bishop.
Seeing that it was almost time, Lu Minghui adjusted his tone and then spoke.
"In return, they gave us a container of cocoa beans..."
The discussion in the conference room stopped abruptly, and everyone's expressions froze, including the old man sitting at the head. Not because of embarrassment or anger, but because I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say.
container
How big is the container
A container of cocoa beans? Instead of a mutated fruit? Or Shell Valley
Lu Minghui was not surprised by everyone's expressions. He had already experienced this feeling when he was in Wanghai City. He had not recovered from the shock until the container was loaded onto the freighter.
After looking around at the senior executives present in the conference room, Lu Minghui looked at the old man sitting at the head and said solemnly.
"NAC's strength is far beyond our imagination, and we must re-examine our relationship with them."
Rubbing his skinny index finger on the armrest, the old man fell into silence. Compared to the senior executives here, he thought more about the deep meaning behind these gifts and the terrifying strength displayed by NAC.
There is no goodwill or magic in the wasteland. The only factor that keeps the other party calm is sheer strength.
After a long time, the chapped lips slowly opened.
"you're right."
Lu Minghui breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly.
"a wise decision."(.)