Chapter 258: Profit and Inducement

In the hazy sky, tiny dust that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. They are composed of countless different types of substances, soil, radiation residues, dead cell residues, feces, viruses... When human eyeballs cannot evolve to have hundreds of times amplification function, they will never be able to rely on vision to see clearly the appearance of hideous fears and strange-shaped objects from the air. Instead, they yearn for the sunshine filled with these dirty substances, breathe the air, let them enter the body without any obstacles, and become part of themselves forever.

Under the escort of the armed forces led by three "Strick" armored vehicles, 70,000 slaves who had been verified and sanitary quarantine were arranged into three scattered columns. With countless vigilant eyes facing the black muzzle, they slowly left the city along the old road west of Bloodstone City and headed towards the wilderness in the southwest.

From Hidden Moon to Bloodstone, the distance between the two cities is 196 kilometers. There is no village in the middle, and there is no settlement for rest and supplies. Everything is so desolate that it feels hopeless.

Control is not just for a certain city or resource source. This kind of occupation method, which uses cities as the basis and old highways as the connection network, seems too fragile to Lin Xiang. In the mildly radiated areas, there are indeed a large number of water sources that are polluted and cannot be consumed directly, but a few groundwater and underground rivers are still kept clean. The population of these places is not large, which may be as few as hundreds, or as high as five or six thousand.

The exploration information of Sosbia obtained from Bloodstone shows that there are 16 clean water sources for immigrants in a vast area of ​​nearly 200 kilometers between Hidden Moon and Bloodstone. However, these areas that can be developed as settlements are very small. Even if calculated based on the minimum living resource output, they can only transfer and support 12,000 residents. With the perspective and degree of wealth of the Luton family, it is naturally impossible to be interested in these scattered water sources and may become scattered villages.

As for those extra slaves, they will be transported to Yinyue City. The land there is indeed abundant, and abundant and clean groundwater does not require much effort to fully irrigate the cultivated land. The residents of Yinyue City have a carrying capacity of millions, and the materials harvested from industrial farming are sufficient to supply more than several times the additional population consumption. If calculated simply by the minimum guarantee limit, Yinyue City, which has a development level of 100%, should be able to meet the food needs of about 11 to 13 million.

This number is just a maximum value calculated from a theoretical basis. The actual situation may change due to various unpredictable reasons. Weather, people flow, pests, wars... But no matter what, as long as you firmly occupy Yinyue City, Lin Xiang can grasp the most stable source of food.

Regional development cannot rely solely on a certain city. If the power wants to further expand, it needs to establish more supply points and advance bases. Radiation cannot always cover the earth, and death rays will always disappear from nature. Even a village with only a hundred people will gradually develop and expand into a city with more than ten thousand residents.

With the city guards as the main force, all slave immigrants are quasi-military management. With Yinyue City's huge grain output as the basic guarantee, the raw materials and finished machinery products between the Bloodstone City Mine and the "Black Iron Furnace" are exchanging each other, and the regional foundation under Lin Xiang's rule is gradually deepening and firm... Everything is developing in an orderly manner towards the expected situation in the plan.

Li Jiajun and all slaves marked from the Red Republican Army were transported to Emma City, and after distributing basic living supplies, they were placed in a valley suitable for cultivation and clean streams, and built a farm.

They remain silent, and Lin Xiang is unwilling to use violence to treat people who should be in the same camp as him. They have said————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Time is the best run-in agent.

One day... they will speak.

Of course, I might have left Yin Yue before and headed west to find my once familiar comrades and those lost civilizations.

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Stone Salton stood respectfully near the closet on the right side of the desk. He wore a collarless gray robe with fine linen material. This clothing that had no distinctive gender characteristics and was easy to cut was very popular among refugees and slaves. Especially in the hot summer, slaves who could not get clean water for bathing, the only coolness that could be enjoyed was the natural wind blowing in from the feet of the robe's barrel, forming a "chimney effect".

This is a small room with an area of ​​about fifty square meters, and it was originally the main office of Chebmann. With the transformation of city ownership and material interests, everything that once belonged to the Luton family was labeled with the unique marks and symbols of the Hidden Moon City.

Sitting on a wide high-back leather chair, gently stroked the smooth walnut painted handrail with his fingertips, Lin Xiang's soft and clear eyes kept staring at Salton standing in front of him, without any intention of moving away from his black fat and tall body.

The five hundred city guards urgently dispatched from Yinyue City have arrived at Bloodstone, and together with the offensive troops, the defensive power of the remaining Bloodstone City is just on the standard line of one thousand.

For the original administrative personnel in the city, after selection, 80% of them were deprived of their identities and became new slave miners. The remaining people had relatively clean backgrounds and were not close to the Luton family. Headed by the administrative chief sent by Emma City, supplemented by strict quasi-military management, as long as they were not blindly foolish and wanted to show their ambitions by dying, they would do what they should do under the command of Lin Xiang's whip.

There are more than 100,000 miners, too many, and too wasteful.

In the old era, Lin Xiang had never been exposed to any occupation or personnel related to ore collection. However, he knew very well that the actual storage of the Bloodstone City mine did not require such a large number of mining teams. Of course, this was the result of comparing the standards of the old era. Sosbia lacked underground mining equipment, and the Bloodstone City's power system was only enough to meet the energy supply for purifying daily drinking water. Although the transportation system can use rails and mine cars left over from the old era, in terms of ore collection, it is still the most primitive human mining.

What Sosbia doesn't mean he can't get it.

Half a month ago, Lin Xiang used the remote communication system to contact Afura. The "Redeners" Group promised to provide 500 sets of small mining equipment, as well as related protective clothing, helmets and nuclear power devices. In this way, the number of slave workers required by the Bloodstone City Mine should not exceed 15,000, which would allow the entire mine to exert 100% of its production capacity. The excess manpower can be fully invested in the surrounding city for farming or other industries.

Except for Li Jiajun and the hundreds of prisoners of war affiliated with the "Red Republican Army", among all the slaves, the person Lin Xiang was most interested in was the black man Salton, who once shouted that he would turn himself into a captive/sex/slave, but now he was obedient and stood in front of him, with his eyes down on his face.

He was very obedient and stood honestly at the exit of the slave settlement area and waited for several hours as he was told. Of course, only Salton himself knew best whether this absolute surrender came from the fear of force or was truly willing to give up everything and become a chess piece in Lin Xiang's hands for free to manipulate.

"Look at this first."

Suddenly, Lin Xiang pulled out a piece of paper slightly wider than other documents from the plastic partition next to the table, and gently placed it on the smooth tabletop, pushing it over.

That's a map.

Only two coordinates representing the actual location are marked with circular black dots. The dot commentary in the lower right corner of the picture is Bloodstone City, which goes upwards in the order. The center of the paper is a river drawn with curved lines. As for the top end of the map, it is a black dot with no text explanation and only numerical coordinates.

Salton looked very seriously and carefully. Lin Xiang even doubted whether he had engraved the drawing he had drawn on his own casually.

"It is also a large mining area. The resource produced is uranium ore."

When the last three words were spoken from Lin Xiang, Salleton felt his heart suddenly twitching. In just a moment, he had perfectly concealed his inner shock and quickly returned to his respectful state.

In addition to food and water, the most precious and widely used resources in the wasteland world are oil and uranium. In particular, the latter has become the only source of energy in many family institutions.

"I need you to enter this area as a slave or a miner, establish an underground force that can be absolutely controlled, and collect all information about the area. Population, armed forces, ore circulation directions, interests involved groups, etc.... All must be, and there is no omission at all———"

Lin Xiang's eyes were soft and firm, with a gentle smile on his face, but his tone was extremely firm, emitting unquestionable majesty among the superiors.

Salleton did not speak and remained silent. His lowered head completely blocked the gaze emitted from his eyes, fear, shrewdness, worry, chaos... Countless thoughts suddenly released with the rotational eyeballs, completely filling his entire thinking space.

As Lin Xiang said, Salton was indeed a very smart guy. It was precisely because of this that when death came, he gave up his dignity and belief as quickly as possible, and took the initiative to become a dog that followed his master.

Although shameless and despised, it can survive.

Lin Xiang sat calmly on the chair and watched the black man who voluntarily surrendered to his feet. The virus in his body can transform cells and allow himself to gain much stronger parasitic power than ordinary people, but he cannot make him see through other people's inner world like a god. However, after transformation, the brain with strong thinking ability can sort out, combine, and gradually infer through some phenomena that seem to be uncommon, and obtain non-affirmation answers that are almost the same as the real result.

Of course he could figure out what Salton thought now.

No matter what the wasteland forces have, the management system and guarding situation are much stricter than ordinary mines. In the Bloodstone City mine, the coal and iron ore produced here are much cheaper than those produced in the uranium mine. In addition, the lack of equipment and equipment makes the mining capacity low... Therefore, the Luton family has supervised the slaves very extensively. As long as they ensure that enough ore is handed over on time, they will not interfere in the internal affairs of the slave settlement area at all. Because of this, Salton and some other people can gather underground forces of all sizes.

The same survival law applies to Bloodstone City, but it does not necessarily have the same effect in other places. Without strong support, it is simply unimaginable for outsiders to squeeze into a certain piece that has formed a fixed circle of interests. If they follow Lin Xiang's order, enter the uranium mine marked on the map and establish an independent kingdom, they may be treated as food by local powerhouses and chewed to the point of not even leaving any residue.

Salton's face became ugly. Although she tried hard to control her emotions, the eyes released in her eyes betrayed the fear and despair deep in her heart.

"You must think that I asked you to die?"

Lin Xiang picked up a cup of black tea that had been brewed from the table, blew the tea leaf pulp floating on the surface, and took a sip of the tea soup with a pure and thick color and fragrant smell.

After hesitating for a moment, Salton, with a solemn expression, wiped the cold sweat that oozed out of his forehead and nodded vigorously.

He never thinks he has excellent qualities such as courage or perseverance.

He is afraid of death.

Otherwise, he would not have surrendered at that time. He always felt that he had a very accurate vision and that all affairs in the wasteland world were measured by strength. A big man like Lin Xiang who could have a parasitic guard was obviously much stronger than the dead ghost Chebman. Although he had a short contact time and did not know Lin Xiang's temper and preferences, he would definitely get much more benefits than staying in a dirty and chaotic slave settlement forever.

But now...

Salton lowered his head, his eyes almost bulged out completely, his thick lips were tightly closed, and his thick nostrils were gasping for breath. He instinctively wanted to refuse or resist Lin Xiang's orders, but his reason repeatedly reminded him that the current situation was completely different from what he imagined. He had no bargaining chips on the table that could be used to bargain, and this was not a slave settlement area that could be recklessly... To put it bluntly, he was just the meat on the chopping board, and it was very fat.

Looking at Salton, whose face was getting ugly, Lin Xiang calmly put down the teacup in his hand, raised his right hand, bent his index finger and rushed to the fat black man standing opposite the desk.

Salton felt that his skin and muscles were tightened to the extreme. He raised his right leg tremblingly and took steps forward, but felt that a piece of lead weighing several tons was cast under his feet, which was bound tightly with his body and difficult to move. Even if he moved about an inch forward, he had to try his best.

After staring silently at Salton with a panic expression for a few minutes, Lin Xiang opened the drawer, took out a vacuum syringe about five centimeters long and filled with light red potion, and gently placed it on the table.

It was a modified potion made of blood and nutrient solution. As for the source of blood, of course it was Lin Xiang himself.

"Give yourself an injection." Lin Xiang picked up the slightly hot tea cup again, his calm voice filled the irresistible coldness and strength of the superiors.

Salleton simply couldn't have a second option.

Not to mention an injection, even if the thing in front of him is a bowl of poison or a pile of dirty and smelly shit, he must eat it all without leaving any left.

The needle pierced the skin, causing the nerves to quickly produce a very uncomfortable stinging feeling. Looking at the fingers slowly pushing the light red potion into the blood vessels, Salton, who was frightened, suddenly felt that his strongly tightened body was relaxing. As for the fear and despair that filled the entire thinking space, they disappeared inexplicably.

An indescribable force was slowly emanating from the depths of the bone marrow, rushing into every muscle fiber and nerve like a flood.

yes......"

Salton's eyes suddenly opened wide. He looked at his hands in a daze. His body was trembling violently, full of doubts and confusion, and then he turned to Lin Xiang, who was sitting behind the desk.

"This is a first-level evolutionary potion."

Lin Xiang moved his body backwards, leaning leaned against the chair in a very comfortable position, and said lightly: "How is it like getting the power of mutating? If you don't like it...I can also use another potion to restore you to your original state."

"No, no, no"

Salton shook his head in surprise. His body was trembling slightly, completely different from before, not because of fear, but unprecedented excitement and excitement.

He never expected to receive such an unexpected reward from the new master. Every new generation of human beings living in the wasteland world dreamed of getting rid of the ordinary person and evolving into a supernatural being with powerful power. Only in this way can he have the capital to survive.

Injections can change your destiny.
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