Chapter 185: Stupid

"This is Yinyue City?"

The man looked at the new stone house behind the poles, frowned in dissatisfaction, and said to himself: "It looks careless. The information is right, this is indeed a newly built city."

He had no intention of taking the initiative to come forward and contact the guard post soldiers. Instead, he stood there, aiming at the muzzles of countless light and heavy weapons, observing the situation in the city as if no one was around.

Cobert suppressed the uneasiness deep in his heart, calmed down, and walked towards the man.

Only a few people, including Wang Biao and Yang Hua, know about the dispute between Lin Xiang and the "Claw" company. Although they know nothing about the inside story, Cobert has also heard of the name of the profit-oriented killer organization "Claw".

Cobert instinctively felt that this sudden appearance of man and the convoy might not bring any good things. The five-star parasitic aura emitted from the other party also made him feel strong hostility. They are also parasitics, and Wang Biao or Yang Hua's aura is also strong, but they will not make the people around them feel afraid or even terrified. Their humble and friendly attitude, and the sensory consciousness that can breathe to others makes them no longer feel that it is a threat, and it is just a way for the power of a powerful individual.

But this man is completely different. His aura is very strong, and it contains arrogance, cruelty and arrogance.

...

"Hello, do you need my help?" Going closer to the man, Cobert asked questions with enough etiquette. This is also his duty as the guardian of the city.

The man looked him up and down, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Before Cobert could answer, he turned his body and pointed to the triangle metal partition that was placed a few meters away, saying in an unquestionable tone: "Take away the annoying things immediately, and my people and I will enter the city."

"No problem. But before this, please indicate your identity. And according to the relevant regulations of Yinyue City, fill in the list of all personnel entering the city, the number of weapons, goods and vehicles and other related information." Cobert endured the attack and tried to speak in the calmest tone.

The man turned around and stared at Cobert with a cold and arrogant look. Under the influence of his facial muscles, the distorted corners of his mouth showed unabashed sarcasm and ridicule.

"The ninth-level evolutionary slag dares to talk to me in such a tone? Hehehehe——"

He stretched out his bloody tongue, licked his lips, and suddenly flashed to Cobert's side, and took out a Browning pistol at an incredible speed, pressing against Cobert's temple on his left.

"Brooke, killing people casually is not a good habit-"

Just as the trigger was about to be pulled, a rough voice suddenly came from the car a few meters away. Then, an extremely fierce figure walked down.

He was a tall middle-aged black man with a straight waist and no expression on his dark black face. His forehead was very narrow, and his high cheekbones made his cheeks bulge to a point of exaggeration. His thick lips were slightly turned outward, and his nose was curved downwards very violently. He was wearing a beautiful handmade white suit, and his whole body was filled with the noble demeanor of scholars.

The collar of his clothes also wore a silver "claw" logo that was the same as Brooke.

"Uncle Boris, I just want to teach him a lesson, so that this arrogant guy can be sober and learn how to respect powerful parasites more."

The man named Brooke grinned and let go of his fingers that were pulled on the trigger. He suddenly raised his left fist and slammed Cobert's abdomen. The force like a steel hammer hit him frantically into Cobert's body. His eyes were bulging and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of bitter juice pouring from his body. His uncontrollable body leaned forward and bent. Before his legs were weak, he fell to the ground. Brooke, who was standing next to him, had already grabbed the back of his clothes and grabbed him hard, and grabbed him hard in front of him.

"Stop your person. If you don't want to die, don't move—" Brooke yelled viciously with the gun in his hand.

"Stop... Stop—" Holding the tremor and severe pain in his body, the pale face, Cobert tried all his strength to order the soldier behind Shalei who was about to operate a heavy machine gun.

He knew very well the strength of this man named Brooke. Most of the soldiers guarding the checkpoint were reserve alert personnel who had undergone preliminary training. Although the number exceeded hundreds, they were not the opponent of this guy who was no different from the devil.

This is not the thing that scares Cobert the most. The black man who had just walked out of the car and was called Boris was the most terrifying existence. The parasitic supernatural aura emitted from him, which was as high as nine stars.

In addition to them, Cobert was able to sense at least thirty evolved people from this team. Although they were not as powerful as Brooke and Boris, each of them had the power of level five evolution or above.

This is a powerful army with destructive power.

To deal with them, unless all the defense forces in the city are mobilized.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I apologize to you for what I said just now-"

Cobert twisted his neck hard, and barely struggled out a gap for breath from the other party's control as tight as a hoop. He exhaled, blushed, and said intermittently: "...please forgive my unreasonable actions."

"You are just a fucking dirty dog. Only by hitting it hard and knowing it hurts can you be obedient! Hahahaha--"

Brooke laughed wildly, pinched Cobert's face hard, threw him heavily on the ground like throwing garbage, clapped his hands, turned around and walked back to the off-road vehicle.

"You shouldn't be so rude. We are here to negotiate business, not to provoke unnecessary disputes here." Looking at Brooke with a frivolous face, Boris frowned slightly, but had a smile on his face.

His words sounded like persuasion, but his tone was without any blame, and it was more like a deliberate indulgence.

"Respect your teachings, respect Uncle Boris." Brooke responded casually, jumping onto his own off-road vehicle without looking back.

A few minutes later, the metal tripod had been moved away, and the convoy drove into the intersection in sequence, galloping along the gravel-paved highway towards the clearly identifiable inner city office building in the distance.

Cobert leaned against the sand lane and gasped. The power of the punch was too great and he had not recovered until now. He tightly covered his churning abdomen, with a painful and twisted expression on his face, and said hurriedly to the soldiers waiting next to him: "Hurry, contact the headquarters with the radio... Tell them, issue a first-level warning--"

...

The Yinyue City Guards reacted very quickly. When the convoy drove into the edge of the inner city wall, the heavy city gate made of all steel had been closed. Soldiers rushed into the wall bunker and all the surrounding guard towers from all directions. They skillfully opened the machine gun security, dragged out spare chains from the ammunition box, and pointed all weapons of different caliber to the direction where the convoy was located.

"Damn, these bastards are more alert than they thought-"

Brooke, sitting in the right seat of the cab, roared angrily. Because he was too excited, the blood that was flowing faster showed unusual redness on his face. At first glance, it seemed that his skin was constantly oozing out.

"If you use a more gentle method, we will be in a much better situation than we are now."

Boris, sitting in the back seat of the carriage, raised his right index finger and shook his furious Brooke at the front row, and said calmly: "Although you are the son of His Excellency Vice President Klester, I must remind you that the goods shipped in the truck behind are very expensive. I know that you are powerful and can not be afraid of these soldiers with only the most basic evolutionary ability, but they can easily destroy our most important things with a shell. Dear Brooke, this world is full of ordinary people without evolutionary powers. You can despise them, cut off their lives at will, or seize their private property at will, but you must not despise them. You must know that even a group of insignificant ants, the united power is enough to chew a lion."

Brooke's handsome face had become distorted because of his rage. He waved his hand anxiously and shouted in a deafening volume: "Okay! I admit you're right. But what should I do now? There are damn fire points everywhere here, and there are at least ten rpgs pointing at us on the wall opposite."

"If you didn't punch that man just at the checkpoint, we wouldn't have so much trouble now."

Boris grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth: "You're asking for it-"

"You fucking said enough-"

Brooke's expression was already extremely ferocious, and the terrible volume scared the driver next to him to death. He turned around from the front seat and stared at Boris with a fierce look on his face: "You can discipline me, but it's better not to anger me. Don't forget, my father's name is Crester! Crester! Crester--."

Boris put away the smile on his face, and his expression gradually became cold. He nodded silently and replied lukewarmly: "Yes, you're right."

"How to solve the current problem?"

Brooke's vanity was satisfied, but the brief buffering of thinking did not help change the current dilemma. As time passed by, more and more armed soldiers came from all directions from the city, and the number of places that could be seen alone exceeded thousands. As for the defenders hidden behind the houses and fire-fire positions, they were not included in this range.

Even a powerful parasite cannot survive the attack of thousands of guns at the same time.

"What should I do? What should I do? I don't want these goods to be damaged." Brooke slammed his head into the car window in annoyance, as if no pain nerve was distributed there.

Boris looked at him coldly, hid his contempt and contempt in his heart, pushed open the car door, walked slowly to the tightly closed city gate with a light pace.

...

Hidden Moon is a city.

But this is just the surface.

Lin Xiang is not a sociologist, nor is he a genius or scholar with management talent. He is just a soldier with memories and rich experience in the old era.

He did not choose scattered management or rely on the method of giving kindness to the people in exchange for loyalty, nor did he simply carry out high-pressure threats like other large family institutions. Instead, he divided all residents into small units according to the number of residential areas, based on ten households, and divided them into small units, with a high concentration of responsibility, and a high degree of management. With food, drinking water, and social status gradually improved... Using material matching as an auxiliary means, the city was integrated into an unprecedentedly huge barracks.

The Yinyue City people have no absolute freedom. However, their lives are not as good as other places in their settlements, and they may be abused or sold as goods by the rulers at any time. Because of this, the Yinyue City residents are prone to rely on this city, and their cohesion is much stronger than ordinary refugees.

They understand that once they leave or give up, they may never find a second place like the hidden moon in this world full of chaos and killing.

They may be unfaithful to Lin Xiang, but in order to survive, they have to be loyal to the city.

The list of recruitment for 5,000 reserve combatants has long been issued by the City Management Committee to various street offices and work points. According to relevant regulations, they can be armed and must receive military training during the specified period every day. Although they cannot obtain reinforcement potions like members of the "Vulture Mercenary Group", in terms of basic weapons operation, physical fitness, team tactical coordination, etc., these people are fully qualified for the city's alert work.

Just last week, the number of citizens in Yinyue City had exceeded 100,000. According to the standards of the wasteland world, this place has become a giant city. However, in terms of actual area, the span of the city's core area is actually not large. Thanks to the radio devices distributed at the entrances of the four main roads and training camps, and dozens of spare trucks. Once an emergency occurs, the armed squads scattered in the city will soon be able to assemble.

...

The gate to the inner city was still closed. Standing in front of these two thick and strong metal objects, Boris suddenly felt a little potentially worried.

He never dreamed that the city's defense ability was incredibly powerful. From the outer city postcard to this place, thousands of soldiers had gathered together in just a few minutes. These people occupied favorable terrain, and each house was fortification, using the height gap between buildings to form a network of staggered firepower attacks with the warning tower. There was no blind spot in this way of matching. Although the convoy was at the intersection, this place was also the most dangerous place, with an empty terrain and no obstruction.

Their heavy machine guns are amazingly large, and God knows where these guys got so many arms. Just to the extent that Boris could observe, at least hundreds of machine guns and various heavy weapons were installed. As for the warning towers and the tops of the city walls, there were actually four-unit light air defense artillery. In order to facilitate operation, these amazing weapons simply canceled all the necessary elevation angles and instead fixed them at flat or downward angles. The shells they fired were enough to drive the entire convoy into scrap iron in less than half a minute.

The number of defenders continues to increase. Militants who hold weapons and dress up in dress but are no different from ordinary citizens quickly rushed from all corners of the city. They moved out metal tripods from the nearest warehouse, set up obstacles in the center of the road leading to the surrounding area, and formed defense positions through layers of advance. Taking the south direction as an example, the road with a width of more than ten meters has been occupied by dozens of tripods welded with steel bars. These things with a side length of at least three meters are piled in the middle of the road in a mess, completely blocking the space for the convoy to advance and retreat. Just behind them, several chest barricades made of sandbags have been completed. In addition to machine guns, there are even flamethrowers.

This is not all the defense forces in Yinyue City. At the top of the building in the distance, Boris could even sense hundreds of creatures - they were snipers, with at least fifty muzzles from a distance of hundreds of meters to thousands of meters, pointing firmly at his head.

There is no way to escape, such a layout is really terrible. Boris believes that with his and Brooke's parasitic strength, he can definitely escape from the city. But what should the convoy do? Those entourages will be killed, and the batch of cargo carried on the vehicle... If this happens, Boris can't imagine what a terrible scene it would be.

"This arrogant fool, a brainless idiot, how could Klester have such a bastard son? This kid must have had his head clipped by the door. It would be fine if he relied on his reputation as a hero at the "Devil's Claw" headquarters, but now he has caused such a big trouble... Mom, do he really think he is the superman wearing underwear in old comics?"

Boris' inner roar was cursing Brooke in the most vicious language. But on the surface, he still showed no emotional fluctuations.

"I'm very lucky that the problem has not reached the point where it is completely unsolvable. As long as you seize the time and opportunity, you can have a good talk with the city's controller. It should be a good idea to keep that idiot in the car honestly."
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