The corridor leading to the bottom floor of the Bank Building is very dark, with only a light covered by a hard cardboard ring, emitting a dim light without any effort.

He used his strength to push open the heavy steel door in the basement, and looked at the mountains of supplies in front of him, which made Yarman, who was standing at the door, so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and could not speak for a long time.

Rusty kettles, cotton in closed plastic film, wood removed from the building, various unknown machinery... They are mixed with each other, densely stacked in the spacious basement, with only a small path about half a meter wide between the stacks, barely accessible.

From the perspective of the old era, these things should be classified as useless garbage. However, in the eyes of survivors in the wasteland world, they are all resources with recycling value - wipe off the mud, rust stains on the surface of metal objects, and they can still be used for a long time. Cotton without moisture is broken and heavy-spun, which is the best raw material for garment making. As for the fragmented wood and block materials removed from the interior of the house, after simple processing and rest, they can be put together into brand new furniture and daily objects.

Radiation has changed the world. People who wandered in the wasteland cannot have the glorious civilized industry of the old era, and the terrible human-eating creatures and mutated plants, making the collection and logging dangerous. In contrast, collecting the heritage of ancient humans from the ruins and utilizing them has become a common consensus among the new generation of humans.

The reserve warehouse transformed from the parking lot at the bottom of the Bank Building has six floors, which is just one of them.

The further he went, Lin Xiang's calm heart became more and more fanatical and excited.

The vacant lot on the second floor of the warehouse is filled with large and small parts and equipment, from the simplest screws to various standard pipes. They all come from various old-time products, TVs, refrigerators, bicycles found in the ruins of Liujincheng... After being broken down and dismantled into countless parts, it is difficult to judge their original appearance. Lin Xiang also guessed their names a century ago from several metal panels with the "Haier" and "Siemens" logos on the surface.

At the entrance of the third floor, a fully steel structure movable vehicle support frame is erected, with thick cables connected to a small diesel generator next to it. Along the left corner of the wall, hundreds of vehicle wreckage shells are piled up, and on the right, thousands of tires removed from the body are neatly placed. Most of them have softened and deteriorated, and the thick and hard metal lines extend out from the break on the tire surface. When they touch, they feel a hard and thorny feeling.

"What's the use of them to disassemble this garbage?" Yarman asked in confusion.

Lin Xiang, who was also confused, shook his head and walked sideways towards the slope stairway leading to the fourth floor.

Turning around the corner of the passage, a fire lamp dragged out from the inside of the warehouse with electric wires, hanging more than three meters above the ground emitted a harsh white light. On both sides of the wall and the roof in front of it, a huge flame pattern was drawn with eye-catching red color. An irregular black circle circle firmly circled the pattern in it, and from left to right, a horizontal bar representing the forbidden meaning was pulled out.

The space on the fourth floor of the warehouse is not as crowded as the above floors. There are two oil pools with a diameter of more than one meter are built in the center of the ground. Dozens of iron chains hang down along the beams at the top of the floor. One end is connected to the simple pulley rack in the center of the warehouse, and the other end is tied with several strange-looking machines. The surface of these metal products is very smooth and there is no dirt or rust at all. Judging from the traces of oil dripping on the ground, it should be a combination of old goods that have been disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled in the oil pool.

"I really didn't expect that they could even clean up these things..."

Lin Xiang, who was full of incredible eyes, exclaimed repeatedly. As a survivor with memories of the old era, he certainly understood the functions and functions of these machinery - the engines selected from the wreckage of the vehicle. Judging from the repaired chassis next to it, the insurgents obviously wanted to reassemble the mechanical vehicles available. This idea may not necessarily become a reality, but no matter what, if Wang Yi had a richer food and ammunition reserve, it could last for a few more months... they might have several amazingly powerful armored trucks.

"Cobert--"

Looking at these important things, Lin Xiang, who was surprised, hurriedly called the captain of the guard next to him: "Put these things in the truck immediately and transport them away overnight. In addition, use the radio equipment we carried to contact Wang Biao and ask him to send a transport convoy immediately to bring all the supplies here back to Yinyue City."

At this moment, Lin Xiang felt like a greedy and stingy Venetian businessman in the novel story.

The wasteland world lacks anything.

As the core of the civilization of the old era, the city had an astonishing amount of materials, occupying a ruin, which was equivalent to owning a natural mine.

The only regret is that it is too far from Yinyue City. If it weren't for the fact that the journey back and forth had to consume a lot of energy and fuel, Lin Xiang even wanted to dig out every steel bar in the ruins of Liujin City to load and transport it away - they were all high-quality metal raw materials that have been repeatedly refined.

He turned around excitedly and just walked a few steps towards the ramp leading to the next warehouse. Yang Hua, who looked cold, suddenly walked over from the opposite side. He swallowed his throat with difficulty and said in a dry tone: "The other two layers... don't go."

"Why?" Yarman asked unexpectedly.

Yang Hua moved his neck, as if this action could make him forget his once unpleasant memories: "The two floors below are cold storage, and the ones inside are all corpses."

"How many are there?" Lin Xiang asked calmly, his face as calm and indifferent as if he had heard ordinary news.

"Hundreds, or more, they are all frozen, like a huge meat warehouse-"

Yang Hua took a deep breath, his eyes also became sharp and cold: "According to the prisoners' accounts, these corpses are all captured civilians and rebels who died in battle. They are directly supervised by Wang Yi. The specific person in charge is a guy named Sutland Walker. We encountered the monster transformed from corpses before, which is his masterpiece."

"Sut…Land Walker?"

Lin Xiang frowned slightly and said lightly: "A very strange name."

"According to the captives, Wang Yi usually calls him a doctor." Yang Hua added.

"Doctor?" Lin Xiang was stunned and his brows frowned even more.

...

In winter, the day has become very short, and the dim light shrouded in Liujin City is still shrouded in the sky, and the radiant clouds that are always hanging in the sky. Although it is not yet dusk, the entire city has gradually become dark.

The sharp whistling sound shook people's eardrums, and several small black dots flew straight over at unusual speeds, instantly cutting through the dim sky, landing on the square in front of the central building, and a series of huge fireballs burst out. The flames flew into the air with black smoke. Under the shock wave, the fortifications formed by sandbags collapsed from the inside to the outside with the midpoint of the explosion as the center.

One after another, the explosion came from all around the square. Unlike the first wave of suppression attacks, the subsequent shells fired did not release flames, and thick white smoke drifted out from the broken bullet body. They quickly spread in the square. The soldiers hidden behind the sand pile seemed to feel that the situation was not good. They quickly avoided the smoke and rushed towards the entrance of the central building. The vigorous movement stimulated the blood flow to accelerate, and the anesthetic agents that inhaled the body played a stronger role than they imagined. Not long after, the guards felt soft all over and did not even have the strength to lift the weapon. Under the urging of the trapped brain, they slowly closed their heavy eyelids.

The engine's arrogant roar came from the smoke. The armored vehicle with a slope-shaped horn hit the corner had no intention of slowing down. It was like a beast that had just escaped from the cage, rushing out of the white smoke with bloodthirsty violent and ferociousness, and rolling heavily over the bodies of several soldiers who were tilted on the ground and fell into intoxication. Then it stopped two meters away from the stairs of the building.

A team of soldiers wearing gas masks walked out of the white mist like ghosts, quickly occupying a favorable position to form a defense. The heavy machine guns mounted on the sand barrier were also carried into the hall, pointing toward the elevator and corridor exits.

Fei Tu, wearing black, pushed open the door of the armored vehicle and walked into the hall at a constant speed. He took off the gas mask on his head, took a deep breath, stretched his thin arms to the extreme, and with a flush caused by excitement on his pale face, he raised his head and howled like a wild beast: "Solomon! I'm here-"

...

There was no suspense in the battle on the stairs. The guards in the central building were unable to withstand the attack of the gun-fired anesthesia fog warheads, and there were no casualties. The soldiers wearing the Fei family logo controlled the entire building in less than ten minutes.

This is actually not a high-tech weapon. There were similar or similar things in the police gun watches of the old era. However, for safety reasons, the anesthetic mist warheads in that period were of limited effectiveness, rather than filling in an astonishing number of highly effective drugs like the Fei family. If we follow the chemical weapons standards of the old era, this can no longer be considered anesthetic bomb in the simple sense, but a poisonous gas warhead with a strong killing nature that can make people drunk to death.

"Bang--"

With light, or impatience, Fei Tu stepped over the carpet with corpses on it under the escort of several elite soldiers, and walked to the office door on the sixth floor to stop, kicking open the door with rough kick.

Solomon sat in a seat near the window as usual, looking at the uninvited guest who broke into the door with bloodless face. He held an exquisite pistol in his hand, and the black muzzle was pointing at Fei Tu's eyebrows. But for some reason, this seemingly heroic behavior made his arms tremble slightly. In order to hold the heavy gun body so that it would not deflect, he had to let go of his left hand on Christina's waist next to him, and hold the handle of the gun tightly with it, not daring to relax at all.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's so ugly-"

Fei Tu unscrupulously pulled open the chair and sat down, leaning half of his body forward and pounced on the table in an extremely exaggerated and powerful manner. He stared at Solomon, pointing at his muzzle without fear, staring at the other party like a cold poisonous snake. Gradually, a cruel smile appeared between the two thin lips.

"Shoot! You're fucking shooting--"

He sneered sinisterly. Because the distance was too close, the spit that popped out of his mouth splattered directly on Solomon's face: "Don't you really want to kill me? Get it done! As long as I slam my head, the soldiers outside will rush in immediately. They will not let you go easily, nor will you die very comfortably. I have told them to use a red-hot iron hook to insert it into your butt, pull the intestines back, drag it away long behind you, and then use an iron tie to pierce your body, and hang it on the crossbar on the top of this building, so that all the residents of Liujin City can see the fate of their respected Mr. Solomon-"

A large drop of cold sweat oozed out from the top of Solomon's head and slid down his face as his muscles twitched.

He knew very well that the gun in his hand was almost no threat to Fei Tu. The evil man had level 4 strengthening ability and was sure to judge the timing of shooting from his own physical changes, thereby avoiding the deadly bullets.

Solomon never felt regretful like he is now - if he had known that one day he would have asked a doctor for an injection no matter what.

"...you, what do you want?" His face was terrible pale and his voice was trembling. Although his opponent was much younger than himself, Solomon clearly felt the approaching death.

He wasn't a brave man.

Although, he is a man.

"You should understand what I think."

Fei Tu's greedy and lewd eyes froze between him and Christina. He raised his hands, his white and slender fingers crossed each other, and said bluntly: "I need this city. And... this woman."

"What do you mean...cooperation?" Solomon Qiang smiled and coughed twice. He consciously ignored the second half of the other party's words.

"cooperate?"

Fei Tu burst out with a hysterical laugh, but his smile was filled with cold chills: "What qualifications do you have to talk to me about the word "cooperation"? If time goes back two days ago, there may be this possibility. As for now...hehehehehe!"

Suddenly, he waved his right fist and slammed heavily on the table. With the harsh burst, the entire table board broke from the middle and scattered into several unconnected pieces, tilting towards the left and right sides.

"Open the safe, hand over all warehouse locations and passwords, I can spare your life-"

Fei Tu didn't speak loudly, but he was very clear, especially focusing on the word "dog" at the end.

For so many years, the Fei family's business network has been subject to Liujincheng. Because the family is located in a remote location and the surrounding area's transportation network is not very ideal, the circulation speed of exchange with other forces is also in trouble. Out of deliberate suppression and suppression, Solomon demanded that the Fei family's goods entering Liujincheng market must pay more than 50% of the high taxes. Apart from the consumption of production and transportation, the Fei family's actual profit is actually very little left.

Commercial circulation in the wasteland world is still mainly based on the original exchange of goods. Currencies issued by large family institutions are often only used as reference and basis for measuring the value of each other's goods. In the face of the sharp decline in income, the Fei family had to be forced to reduce the scale of armed forces and reduce personnel to avoid unnecessary losses.

The location of the Fei family is located in the south and north sides of the north. The roads to the east are still smooth, but the closest settlement is hundreds of kilometers away. The only remaining trade channel is Liujincheng to the west.

Solomon has always been very alert to the Fei family. In addition to the high taxes, he also divided a considerable proportion from the guards and set up checkpoints and fortresses on the nearby highways. In order to get rid of the passive situation, the Fei family has been trying to ask for commercial cooperation with Liujin City, and is even willing to pay a large amount of remuneration for this. However, Solomon ignored it at all.

"You are dirty, shameless, despicable pig-"

Before Solomon could answer, Fei Tu suddenly jumped out of the chair, grabbed his right hand holding the gun handle and stumbled hard. The violent pain made Solomon scream, which further aroused Fei Tu's cruel and cruelty in his heart. He stretched out his left hand to grab Solomon's collar, dragged it hard to himself, and roared wildly against the other person's ear: "I will let you go with everything honestly. But before this, I must let you suffer a little-"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp "click" sound, and Solomon's right index finger had been broken. His face was as gray as death on his face, and he opened his lips, gasping like a rain that was dehydrated and dying, and his throat made a low howl of meaning. His body dragged away from his seat leaned forward, and his legs, which were barely balanced, were still twitching involuntarily.

"You have suppressed the Fei family for so many years, and it is also worth collecting some interest."
Chapter completed!