Like the old days, the relationship between enemies and enemies in the wasteland world is largely maintained by interests.

Regardless of what purpose Aphra wants to pull herself into the "Redeners" group, or as she said, it is entirely because of Claude, this has great help to Lin Xiang's current situation.

"Secret" is relative. Since it is impossible to hide it from Alfra's eyes, it is better to let her know. Power deterrence is not only effective against the enemy, but allies will also change their attitude to a certain extent because of the power of Yinyue City. Based on the basis of using each other and having a common opponent, Lin Xiang can conclude that Alfra will definitely help him hide this secret from the Skeleton Knights. Although this shrewd woman did not know where so many parasites came from, she could definitely guess that this matter was related to herself.

As for the Joint Doctors Association, Lin Xiang has a good impression of Liu Yuchen. In terms of interests, Yinyue City has no conflict with the doctors who like to study biological sciences. Of course, they will definitely want to get this magical formula that can change ordinary people into parasites. As long as all this is attributed to the scope of commercial transactions, or confusing it with blood samples from other organisms, it is not difficult to continue to impose a false conspiracy with them.

"We need to become powerful in a short period of time. This is the foundation for survival and even keeping secrets in the wasteland world. If this city is destroyed in war, all the residents will be killed, and there is no need for everything to exist, let alone any so-called secrets. I have thought about it carefully. This is our only way out." Lin Xiang spoke extremely calmly.

Yang Hua silently sucked the smoke between his fingers, nodded gently in the rising white smoke, and exhaled a long sigh: "You are such a crazy guy."

Lin Xiang smiled and turned his attention to the chicken soup placed on the desk: "This is a crazy world."

The transformation plan was much faster than expected. In addition to the initial indigenous people in Yinyue Town, there were another 165 targets who had received long-term investigations and had evolved into parasites of different levels. According to their different strengths and original work functions, Lin Xiang organized them into the "Vulture Mercenary Group" and the City Guards to serve management positions. At the same time, they distributed transformation potions with a strength equivalent to the level five evolution standard to all City Guards. Members of the mercenary group with soldiers were fully undergoing transformation of level eight to nine evolutionary abilities.

This was a huge and crazy plan, but every senior participant expressed unreserved approval. If it were a few months ago, this situation would have been unimaginable and would have been opposed by the vast majority of people, but after they personally experienced the terrible chaos that almost destroyed the entire city, no one expressed any objection to it. Even Blanche, who usually opposes the use of violence, stood firmly on Lin Xiang's side.

Strictly speaking, this is not a plan without any basis. Even at the most anger, Lin Xiang never let his brain think calm down. Although the riots reduced nearly half of the population of Yinyue City, the surviving people all have middle and high-level citizens above the "f" level. They own property, families and living treatments higher than ordinary people. They hate those thugs who destroy their living environment, kill their relatives, rob and destroy their homes. They have dedicated themselves to the city and enjoy certain privileges that ordinary people cannot get. In order to save what they deserve, they will kill all the plunderers and destroyers at all costs. Therefore, they will support Lin Xiang and firmly support the rulers who give them all their benefits.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Every day, a large number of refugees gathered in front of the guard post outside Yinyue City. They lined up in line according to the manager's requirements and received inspections on identity and hygiene in sequence.

Whether the elderly, children, men and women, they must take off their bodies and wait in line like livestock. Some people feel shame about this, some people think it is an infringement of their personality, and more people are indifferent and numb. But no matter what, they still stay in the team honestly, occasionally causing some kind of riots due to their words and deeds, and they will be caught by the armed forces of the city guards waiting next to them and shot them on the spot, calming everything back to peace in the blood and death.

The once abandoned personal property collection regulations were re-implemented.

According to regulations, any refugee who wants to join the city must hand over all his personal property and inspect it by the inspectors sent by the management committee. Among them, valuable things such as gold, general currency, guns, etc. will be confiscated, and clothing, photos, ordinary jewelry and other items will be returned to each other. The committee will decide the specific citizenship level of the original owner in Yinyue City based on the actual value of the collected materials. Of course, this slightly compensated change is not large, and at most it will be to wander back and forth between "f-" or "f+". However, once it rises to the specific food and drinking water rationing, the gap will become a more specific expression of one hundred grams of corn bread or fifty grams of bran bread.

Yinyue City’s preferential period for refugees has passed.

The wanderers in the wilderness can no longer have access to free food and land after joining the city as they did in the past. Although they can get these, they must work harder and sweat until they have obtained a higher citizenship level, and can only get what they could easily get a few months ago, with the approval of the Management Committee.

Almost all Yinyue people are hostile to refugees. This situation cannot be eliminated by relying on a few notices or consolation. Lin Xiang does not want to change this situation at all. Hate helps to form his own supportive class, and he must firmly grasp this part of the people. Although, this requires the exchange of blood and even life of another part of the people.

Lin Xiang is no longer the young man who has just walked into the wasteland and stayed in the dilapidated ruins to concentrate and think hard. His appearance has not changed from the old times, but the cruel reality and heavy and bloody experience have already made his heart more and more cold and numb.

Love is the most wonderful word in the world.

However, love can never be overwhelmed without restraint. It is only aimed at special objects in a few narrow circles. Wasteland cannot be compared with the old times, and loving charity can never be done, nor should it appear in this dirty world.

Goodwill and love will only be regarded as manifestations of cowardice and humility, while atrocities and cruelty are recognized by everyone as strong and irreversible existences.

This world is so strange.

Citizens also have a variety of names for Lin Xiang. Some call him "City Lord", some call him "Lord Lord", and some simply call him "King".

Strictly speaking, these titles are actually nothing wrong. For citizens and refugees, he is indeed the only master who is above the top.

The laws of Yinyue City are becoming more and more stringent and more rules.

Lin Xiang imitated the armed police organization of the old era, and based on citizens with "d" or above, he assigned weapons-holding law enforcement officers to the management parts of each block in the city. They have the right to execute refugees in the city and do not need to be as complicated as in the past. As long as there is a certain degree of evidence and facts, they can kill every suspect at the "f" level. Of course, there may also be cases of manslaughter and wrong killing. Once the false accuser is found, his body will hang high on the top of the wooden pole in the center of the block. The refugees do not think that this is a trampling and insult to their rights. On the contrary, they even believe that this is the most direct manifestation of judicial justice.

A month later, the population of Yinyue City rose again to 70,000. Severe cold and hunger are indeed the best assistants to urge population growth. As long as there is food and clean water, no one will care about the so-called rights and damn freedom.

Boris and Brooke's bodies were secretly burned to ashes. At the same time, a group of disguised soldiers also boarded the truck they came when they came. Under Lin Xiang's "gifts", they drove out of the gate of Yinyue City in a blatant manner, galloping towards the north wilderness along the broken road left by the old era.

Lin Xiang didn't know how long this superficial deception could last. He needed time to adapt to the parasites who had just obtained powerful abilities. Perhaps "Claws" and Aphra had long known what was happening here, and maybe they were still kept in the dark as before, but as the actual controller of the entire city, Lin Xiang had to plan and plan for his present and future.

Tanks and armored vehicles were respectively incorporated into the mercenary group and the city guards. According to the organization of the old era, these weapons were enough to form a powerful armored group. Lin Xiang believed that as long as he made his own request, the "Redeners" group to which Alfra would definitely provide a larger number of combat vehicles and weapons. However, these things require skilled personnel to operate, and energy, ammunition, parts loss and other aspects must also be taken into account. In the absence of further improvement in the population size of Yinyue City and the foundation has not yet been completely solid, he could only temporarily maintain the status quo with the troops in his hands.

The calendar slowly turned to December.

The new generation of humans do not have holiday customs such as Christmas or Spring Festival like the old era. They usually celebrate the first week after autumn harvest. The days when December of the old year and January are connected to the beginning and end of the New Year are regarded as the most solemn festival by everyone. There are many common names for this period, such as "annual holiday", "ice and snow festival", and "god-given day". However, in Lin Xiang's view, he still stubbornly and resolutely demanded that all citizens of Yinyue call this festival "New Year".

Every citizen gets allocated supplies. According to different levels and identities of each person, the types of supplies he actually received range from milk and butter that is regarded as luxury goods to bread and jerky doubles. Under the cover of the festive atmosphere, even the saddest people began to show their first smile since the riots in the city.

Sut Land Walker stood in the crowded crowd, following the winding line from the material distribution window to the edge of the square, slowly moving forward, waiting patiently for the New Year gift that belonged to him by the City Management Committee.

The city guards with live ammunition patroled and fro on both sides of the road. Although there were many people queuing up to receive supplies, the order at the scene was very clear. Standing among the civilians wearing rough fabrics and shabby clothes, Rand Walker, who was wearing a black tweed gown and shining leather shoes, was indeed eye-catching.

His face always had a very comfortable smile. No matter whether he knew or was unfamiliar, he would nod to everyone politely. No one thought this was a move of flattery or deliberately flattering the weak. Many civilians knew this amiable doctor. If someone showed contempt or disdain for this, a large group of people would immediately rushed forward and use violent fists to let you understand the true meaning of the word "politeness".

Rand Walker is very knowledgeable about psychology. He knows very well when and what attitude should be used to treat different people. Of course, this is only for the people he thinks are in need. If he stands higher or even directly above everyone, he also wants to kill all the dirty and damn rioters.

After all, this is the most direct and useful method to solve problems and troubles...

"Doctor, this is your thing-"

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow triangle star badge of the Management Committee on his chest took out a white canvas from the wooden crate behind the desk and tied it up. The package was significantly larger than the distribution supplies and stuffed it heavily into Rand Walker's hands.

This obviously greedy act did not arouse any dissatisfaction with anyone. On the contrary, the civilians following behind or the members of the city guards standing next to him did not complain or question at all. The manager who gave the package was also full of naturalness. He did not think that it was wrong to give more holiday rations to the doctor who had cured his son's cold and heat. Everything was so natural.

Rand Walker smiled and took the package, reached into the gap formed by the cloth strips, grabbed a handful of rough candy made of beet juice, bent down and handed it to a child who was about five or six years old. The sudden accident surprised the little boy. He stammered and said thank you, jumping away with joy. Soon, several children standing nearby and seeing this scene surrounded him. Rand Walker smiled and continued to distribute the candy cubes until all the sugar in the bag were taken out. Then he spread his hands helplessly and shrugged his shoulders. The disappointed children were immediately attracted by his interesting appearance and laughed.

"Doctor...you are so tolerant of them."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "They are all refugees who have just joined the city, and it is not worth your doing."

“They are all just kids.”

Rand Walker smiled slightly, took out a piece of fresh cheese from the package and handed it over: "Next, this is my New Year's gift to your son..."

In everyone's opinion, Rand Walker is undoubtedly a qualified doctor.

He is upright, kind, caring, and excellent in medical skills. He treats every patient equally.

But no one would have thought that in the house of this man who was wearing a black coat at any time, there were dozens of clean bodies piled up in the basement where the temperature was the lowest.

Rand Walker was very careful to hide his true identity. He did not choose living people as the target of "toys" when he was in Liujin City. But he did not lack sufficient experimental materials for this. When the city broke out in chaos, the bodies he moved back from the street filled the entire basement. These dead people were young and strong, and with the special cold cellar method, they could remain fresh for a long time.

Rand Walker has no special disgusting hobbies. He just uses the knowledge he has mastered to create some "toys" that can act as protectors.

The festive atmosphere affected everyone, and every face was filled with a happy and pleasant smile. Rand Walker, who was walking through the crowd, greeted him frequently, and there were always people bowing respectfully to him or thank him with gratitude. The medical fee he collected was not high and his medical skills were extremely exquisite. No matter in any era, such people would naturally become the core of public attention.

The wooden office desk is covered with beautiful light brown wavy patterns, without any decoration, but is amazingly large. The thick base is covered with beautiful brass partitions, and a light sunlight shot through the window shines on it, reflecting Lin Xiang's blurry and handsome face.

There were more things in the reorganized office that were not available. Lin Xiang did not object or refuse these objects that could only be used for decoration. The thick documents placed on the desktop attracted all his attention, and he would not have any additional interest before reviewing these things.

“…Sut Land Walker?”

When I opened the folder, the first thing that caught my eye was a half-body photo taken from the front. The middle-aged man in the picture looked like a well-proportioned body, with wide shoulders, and his green eyes seemed to be emitting a charming smile at any time.

"He was a resident who entered the city before the riot. He had excellent medical skills, was not expensive to treat, and had a good reputation among ordinary civilians. Recently, he has been close to Deputy Commander Wang Biao. It is said that he is treating the deputy commander's broken limbs, and the results are good."
Chapter completed!