Section 132 Blackmail

Survival is an extremely heavy and difficult topic.

The development of civilization has made human society need more and richer material foundations. Simple food and drinking water can only satisfy the fundamentals, energy, medicine, and more and complex living materials. This is the fundamental thing that maintains social existence and continues.

The reason why Lin Xiang did not completely destroy Ferdinand and Sosbia was for the same reason - Yinyue City could not exist alone. Although the land was fertile and had sufficient water resources, it was just a narrow circle. To grow and develop, it was necessary to have more and more close contacts and transactions with the outside world.

Locke, who evolved into a parasitic, was Lin Xiang's first tentacle extending to this world. With Yinyue City as the base, more and more populations and trade exchanges will form a huge radiation network. Ferdinand and Sosbia occupy the east and west sides of the city respectively, avoid the middle and severe radiation areas, pass through the sphere of influence of the two major companies, establish new strongholds in those distant and suitable habitable areas, relying on Yinyue City's strong supply of materials, and then form a control circle with points to the surface.

This is a huge idea and a crazy plan.

Lin Xiang in the old era never thought that one day he would become the owner, ruler, and actual controller of a vast land. Thousands of years of civilization process have enabled human exploration and discovery of the earth to an unprecedented level. The land on a narrow planet can no longer satisfy human greed, the moon, Mars, outer space... Human beings are frantically searching for every uninhabited land towards a wider space in the name of exploration. If it weren't for sudden destruction, no one could have predicted what the future of the world would be like.

Now there is a piece of wasteland under your feet.

There is no country, no sovereignty, no distinction between race and nation. The common language and poor survival resources make people struggling on this land desperately seek opportunities to survive. Small groups like Meng Yi, which pull up a robber armed with a pistol, are everywhere, and many of the actual controllers of small gathering places are not evolved or reinforced people. Their reliance is only a assault rifle or a few grenades. But no one cares about their existence, and no one feels unfair or angry. The speed of changing rulers in the gathering places is very frequent. As long as you have a gun and strength, you can replace the original lord.

This is the wasteland, this is the reality.

Yinyue City needs more energy, and small nuclear power reactors need more uranium. Lin Xiang has a strong interest in the mines in the north, and with his current strength, he is still unable to touch it for the time being. But this does not prevent him from occupying this small town called Reeds and developing it into a supply point outside his own power, gradually consolidating, expanding, and strengthening.

Five robbery gangs with machetes and gunpowder guns can only be called robbers.

The five superpowers who are well-equipped and use enhancement potions to transform their bodies are a small army.

Two AK100, five hundred bullets, twenty infantry anti-infantry grenades, and two individual first aid kits. When these things were moved from the off-road vehicle into the cabin, all the bandits, including Meng Yi, felt their eyes straightened.

"Are these... all for us?" Meng Yi stroked the weapon with his trembling hands, and incredible Meng Yi felt his voice trembling.

"This car has a limited load capacity, and I am not a professional arms dealer. When I come back in a few days, I will bring as many weapons as possible."

Lin Xiang took out a pack of "marlboro" from his pocket, took out two and handed it over: "In a while, I will send you a batch of weapons and essential supplies. I have observed the nearby terrain. If a small purification equipment is installed, the purity and supply of drinking water will also increase accordingly. As long as there is enough water and food, this place will soon become more prosperous, and it is suitable as a relay supply point and a forward base. With sufficient equipment, it is easy to build a small armament."

Meng Yi took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and after several minutes, he vomited out the long-suffered smoke from his lungs. The expression on his face seemed quite hesitant: "...Why choose me? It's just because I owe you a life?"

Lin Xiang looked at the robbers busy carrying weapons in the distance, his eyes slowly fell back to Julie standing beside him, and asked casually: "You plan to be a robber forever? What can you get by robbing those who are poorer than you?"

Meng Yi opened his mouth and finally said nothing. The light that had just flashed in his eyes quickly became dim.

"That meal last night should be your last food. If I hadn't been passing here by chance, what would you do with these people today? Hunting mutant creatures in the wilderness? Or continue to do business that is actually not good or bad? Or just stand up and attack a certain stronghold in Ferdinand? People who are so hungry that they can do anything. I know you must have considered these issues countless times, but reality makes you have no more choices. Being able to pull up these people who obey your orders with a pistol is enough to prove your ability. All you need is an opportunity. Since I can save your life, I will naturally not be stingy to give you this opportunity." Lin Xiang's words were very sharp and direct.

Meng Yi spread his hands and said, "I understand what you mean. To me, your request is to irresistible and obey the orders you must obey. I just think... what do you say? The conditions you gave are really too generous. I am just an ordinary person who is not qualified to be a mercenary cannon fodder. I have no evolutionary ability and no extra money to buy enhancement potions. I... are just a burden. To put it bluntly, people like me are everywhere in the wilderness. You can find strong people who are much better than me. Their help to you is far greater than me."

Meng Yi's fingers holding the cigarette butt were trembling violently, and a strange flush surged on his face. All the blood seemed to have lost control and rushed to his brain like crazy.

"I will never forget that night. I was naked and driven away from the fire like a dog, and my heart was filled with fear and despair. When you stuffed cookies and clothes into my hands, at that moment, I could not describe my inner feelings in words. You are like God, like a saint who only existed in the legend. Although it was night, it gave me a kind of light-like existence. I even think you are not a human being, but an angel sent by God when he heard the prayer of despair. This is not a deliberate flattery or exaggeration... When I was wandering on the brink of death, you pulled me back from the darkness. I am willing to do anything for you. But these weapons and supplies are too expensive, and I am afraid that you are not entrusted to others... Do you understand what I mean?"

After being silent for a long time, Lin Xiang stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder with emotion. He said calmly and firmly: "Do it! There is nothing to hesitate about. For your wife and for yourself."

The hot sun shines the cracked land hot. On the flat cement pavement outside the gate of Galgasone Castle, dirty tire mud prints were dragged. The wet ditches on the roadside were also crushed by trucks. The neatly renovated lawns were covered with shoe prints that were trampled back and forth, and the empty squares could be seen everywhere in the silhouette of broken gun parts, scattered clothes, crushed shells, bloody rags, and shocking terrifying bullet holes on the walls.

Two huge oak trees stand in the left and right green belts entering the castle. The thick trees have been burned for at least twenty years and have been burned to a charred area, leaving only the lonely bare trunk. A few blackened branches are poured on the lawn, crushing a beautiful azalea to pieces.

Following the black and hard blood on the ground, several trucks painted with Sosbian unicorn lions were seen across the castle door. The slightly flat tires showed that the car was very heavy, and a group of soldiers with live ammunition were guarding the car. Most of their expressions on their faces were listless, and their eyes were also filled with tired and tired eyes. Two men in black dragged a body slowly out of the hall. With the help of the soldiers, they threw the dead, who had already swollen and deformed, into the car.

Bergson, who looked dull, sat in the office on the top floor as usual. The thick velvet curtains blocked the way the sun entered the room. The windows in the room were closed, the air was filled with the smell of potions, the rotten stench, and a smell of mold and bad stinking caused by the moisture. The turbid smell was enough to make people faint, but Bergson still sat peacefully on the wide leather chair, with a calm and natural expression, but he did not lose his usual shrewdness and coldness.

On the sofa opposite, there was a very young woman sitting. She was not tall and wearing a tight combat suit. There was obviously no more clothes on the inner layer. The thin high elastic fabric tightly touched her body, outlining a thrilling perfect curve.

She has burgundy hair and bare wheat skin, a petite figure, and a waist that does not have extra fat. She sets off her plump breasts and perky buttocks so that all men want to touch her.

Few women are truly worthy of the word "girl". Without tangible evidence to show whether their bodies are still intact, "women" is the best synonym.

She leaned against the sofa, her slender legs were placed high on the desk in an open manner. She was playing with a dagger slightly smaller than the regular model in her hand, and her green eyes were staring at Bergson sitting opposite her.

In a flat porcelain plate in the center of the table, there was a piece of wound sealed with lime and treated with antiseptics. The deceased's mouth was slightly opened, revealing several yellowed and trough-free teeth. An unknown little flying insect crawled around the rolled eyelids with interest, as if looking for the rotten part to serve as food.

"Mr. Bergson, I hope you will give a reasonable explanation for Bill's death. Otherwise, I will find it difficult to explain to President Castle." The woman frowned, and the smooth and soft forehead surface quickly squeezed out several wave-like ups and downs.

"explain?"

Bergson chuckled coldly and shook his head weakly: "What explanation do you want? I spent tens of millions of dollars to hire Bill and Krasnov. What's the result? One surrendered to the enemy at the last minute, and the other was also a coward with no courage. Miss Grena, I took the money and didn't do anything. Is this the best service your "Claw" company claims to be?"

In Grena's beautiful eyes, two cold lights that were not consistent with her age were shot out: "You can complain to President Castle. No matter what, Bill died in Galgasone Castle. As the owner of this place, you must be responsible for this."

Bergson suddenly burst into a morbid laugh: "Hahahaha--responsible? How do you want me to be responsible? Give you everything here? Or cut off my head and hand it over to President Castle, along with Bill, the damn bastard?"

"Just make it straight, five million Sosbian dollars, I'll help you settle this matter." Grena stretched out her left hand with an unhappy expression and raised her five slender fingers.

"You dream-"

Bergson looked at her coldly and said in a sarcastic tone: "Little girl, don't threaten me with those harsh words on the surface. You are too young to be fooled with me. You are so naive. You are so naive. If you really lack money to spend, I can let all the men in this castle line up to fuck you. Each person charges 500, which is much more expensive than the prostitutes on the street."

Although the lies were exposed directly, Grena's face was not at all panicked. She looked at Bergson opposite her coldly. After a long time, she slowly said: "Who is the one who killed Bill? And, where is Krasnov now?"

"Go to find it yourself - with the strength of the Magic Claw Company, it is impossible for you to not even be able to do such a small thing."

Bergson sneered and replied: "The employment relationship between us is over. I am a businessman and want to know more answers, exchange money or supplies. You should understand the rules in the wilderness."

Grana's eyes slashed, and the dagger pinched between her fingers quickly flew out a shiny silver light: "Mr. Bergson, I must remind you that it is a very unwise act to go against the Claw Company--"

"What qualifications do you have to threaten me?"

Bergson slowly stood up from his seat, revealing two rows of white teeth with a grim smile: "Sosbia is the largest source of food supply for Claws. If you use Bill's dead ghost to blackmail me, aren't you afraid that President Castle will know? If it weren't for the sake of being a full member of Claws, you wouldn't even be able to get in the door of this office. Now, bring this dirty and rotten dead head and get out-"

Grana's face turned pale, and her eyes were filled with flames of shame and anger. She suddenly stood up from the sofa and stared at Bergson with a cold and frost-like gaze. After a long time, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Bill's head, turned and walked out of the room.

The sky was covered with thick clouds. Under the push of the wind, the lead-gray clouds were biting, entangled, and intertwined like fierce beasts to form various strange shapes. Under the sweeping of violent airflow, they quickly drifted into countless scattered pieces and disappeared into the vast sky.

Gravel and collapsed houses can be seen everywhere in the wilderness, and it can be vaguely seen that in the old days, the ground was a road, there were piles of destroyed cars. When you approach it, you can see pieces of weathered skeletons, most of which are incomplete, with surfaces covered with gnawing rodent marks left by animals.

A two-headed cow with gray fur stood in the dense bushes, chewing the tender green grass buds protruding from the cracks on the ground with relish. The heads growing on both sides of the left and right sides increased the eyes' observation range of the surrounding environment, and also allowed this strange-looking mutant creature to see more food. Both huge cows wanted to control their bodies and walk in the direction they were attracted to, but they caused a brief confusion in the simple thinking space.

"Swoosh--"

Accompanied by the arrogant and violent engine roar, the huge off-road vehicle sped past not far from the double-headed cow, dragging a long thick stream of smoke and dust.

Lin Xiang left Meng Yi with an intensifying potion made of his own blood. After taking it, the improvement of the physical fitness can produce seventh-level evolutionary supernatural powers. For a small gathering place with a population of only about two hundred, it is enough to become the capital that ruled everything.

There is no morality in this world, and Lin Xiang doesn't know how long Meng Yi's gratitude can last. Even in the old era, "a drop of water should be repaid forever" only happened to a very small number of people. Everyone is chasing money and interests. Things that members of civilized society cannot do can naturally be imposed on wasteland survivors. The so-called "loyalty" can only be maintained forever by relying on power and temptations of interests.

Of course, such inferences may not be correct. But Lin Xiang has no way to test or verify. He is not a god and cannot see through people's hearts. He can only take the simplest and most effective method to tie every person worthy of use to the same interest train as much as possible.

The roads I walked were left far behind. At the end of the distant horizon, a dotted line of heights appeared.

Strictly speaking, No. 24 Life City is not a city. At best, it can only be regarded as a medium-sized settlement.

On the vast plain, dozens of gray-white semicircular vaulted buildings like eggshells stand upside down. They fall along the surroundings of two spacious streets that cross into the "cross", forming a market town with a clean structure and a flat and circular overall outer circle.

Put down the tactical telescope in his hand and repeatedly compare the coordinates marked on the map. After repeatedly confirming that the strange building complex in front of him matches the location of the picture, Lin Xiang then started the off-road vehicle engine, stepped on the accelerator with heavy kicks, and galloped towards the nearest entrance.
Chapter completed!