In a mine room in Camp No. 7, Garner marked a line on the wall with a stone. Tomorrow morning it would be time for the Salvation Army to collect supplies.
Can that man really do it?
Those captains of the Rangers were at last A-level infected. Even in the confrontation between the Countermeasures Bureau and SCT in the previous era, they were still among the elite.
Ghana's sister had a cough. She stayed underground for a long time without seeing the light. Inhaling the dust in the mine for a long time will cause lung disease. Moreover, she is not even fourteen years old, she is just a child, and her heart and lung function are far inferior.
Adults, continuing like this is not an option.
You have to go to a military-level underground base, but those places are occupied by the Salvation Army.
"Are you okay?"
Garner spent a lot of money to buy canned fruits and some antibiotics. Anyway, he didn't know what would happen to him in the future. If he didn't use them, he would let others take advantage of them when he died.
"fine."
"It's just that I was a little choked."
His sister said nonchalantly. She had short hair and was wearing a boy's jacket, with an arsenal-style pistol on her waist.
After eating the canned fruit, the girl wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
"ah."
"I really want to suffer from latent syndrome."
"This way you can go outside."
Although the girl knows how to shoot and how to kill, she still has the heart of a child.
"I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."
"Only a handful of people can survive, and too many people have become monsters like the outside world."
"Do you want to be like that too?"
Garner moved his fingers and counted the scratches on the wall. Unknowingly, he had been in this damn place for almost two hundred days.
"You're fine."
"Then I must be fine."
"I'm much better than you, okay."
"Maybe it's an S-class existence that can kill that so-called chain saw with just a few clicks of its fingers."
The little girl said casually.
"oh."
"Good luck, Rambo."
Garner teased mercilessly, if necessary, should he show his ability to that man to show his value?
Although he is only a C-level infected person, he has an ability... comparable to that of a god.
"The Salvation Army is coming tomorrow, right?"
"Count me in."
"I'm going to practice my skills."
The girl was a little eager to give it a try. She looked at the predicament in the camp and knew that she probably wouldn't be able to get supplies and would have to fight to the death.
This gave Garner a headache. In this environment, children have become so brave.
"This is an adult matter."
"Children, let's go and play."
Garner ruffled all the girl's hair.
"Nonsense."
"maybe……"
"Maybe you will die tomorrow."
The girl cried a little, threw herself on Garner's lap, and collapsed.
Garner was speechless. After his sister fell asleep, he carefully put her head down, used a pillow to cushion it, and covered her with a thin blanket.
He also lay on the ground in the corner, preparing to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, and finally decided to go find the man again.
In Luca's lounge.
Because the camp director was really worried about what would happen tomorrow morning, he asked two young and beautiful women to serve Luca.
Luca asked the two women to sit down and educated them.
Both women were distracted by Luca. Instead of having a political class, they might as well finish it happily in ten or twenty minutes.
"Due to the special circumstances."
"You two leave."
"When this matter comes to an end, I will talk to your camp director."
"He is suspected of violating the woman's will. Although the attempt failed, he is considered to be the indirect principal perpetrator of half of the crime of rape."
Luka held up his hand and told them to get out of here.
The two women didn't have much to say and walked out dejectedly. They were originally planning to take good care of him and go to other camps to live a good life.
Two minutes later.
There was a black line on Luca's forehead.
"Why is it you again?"
But Luka wasn't angry either. After all, he was just an ordinary person. It was understandable that he would do anything to survive.
Unexpectedly, Garner was sneaky. After looking around the passage to see if anyone was there, he closed the door extremely cautiously and blocked it with furniture.
"I want to make a deal with you."
Garner said bravely.
"Huh?"
Luca was very interested.
Early the next morning.
At the elevator of Camp No. 7, the person in charge of the camp was sweating. Within an hour at the latest, people from the Salvation Army would come to plunder supplies.
"Has the person been found?"
the person in charge asked one of his subordinates.
"No."
"I searched everywhere and couldn't find it."
The men were also extremely frightened. If they had known that this would happen, they would have stolen all the chemical protective suits and ran away.
"Don't panic."
"He's right at the entrance."
"I've been waiting outside early."
Garner said calmly.
The person in charge hurriedly asked someone to check and found that the outsider was indeed sitting at the entrance of the mine. When the big stone fell in his heart, it really drove him crazy. But he really met a good person and he really didn't ask for any compensation.
Even the woman who comes to my door doesn't want it.
"The supplies..."
one of his men asked.
"Still bring the supplies."
"Although it's rare, if those people in the Salvation Army can accept it, it will be a good thing to avoid fighting."
The person in charge made this judgment.
Half an hour later.
Through the elevator, bullets packed in wooden boxes and canned food were used to build a hill at the entrance of the mine.
The sky outside is gray and hazy, with no rain all day long. The skyline is filled with collapsed ruins. Nearby is the ugly soil after mining, as well as various abandoned and completely broken mining vehicles and some large mechanical devices.
Luca just sat leaning against the mountain wall, closing his eyes and concentrating.
As a loud buzz of motorcycles came from the distance, the hearts of the nine camp personnel at the entrance, including Garner, arrived, and the Salvation Army rangers arrived.
Luka was still closing his eyes and concentrating, not caring who was coming later, even Arnold, as there was no winner exactly a year ago.
But he was obviously overthinking it. More than a dozen mountain bikes were speeding through the mine. Each rider was wearing a retro riveted leather jacket. Their body and face were covered with tattoos, studded with various iron nails and lip rings, and their hair looked like criminals.
The same bikers are extremely wild and wear goggles.
"Uh-oh."
"Quite honest."
"I moved the goods out myself."
The leader of the rangers is an A-level infected person, capable of running amok.
Luka was about to stand up, but Garner shook his head at him. It was not the right time yet.
The Ranger Captain walked closer and counted the things, and found that the number was completely wrong, not even half.
"Let me do the math."
"There are more than 120 people in your camp."
"Master Chainsaw is kind-hearted, and I only count one hundred and twenty of you."
"The rule is, each person has ten bullets and ten cans of food."
"Where is this?"
"Are you kidding me?"
The Ranger Captain grabbed the person in charge by the collar and lifted him into the air like a chicken.
"This is our last supply."
"We'll pay it forward this time. This month we will search more efficiently."
The person in charge defended himself, hoping to get through.
"Rules are rules."
"That's still the old rule."
"For every missing person, use a woman to replace it..."
"I am showing mercy this time. Even if you capture all your women, the number will still not be enough."
"The debt we still owe can only be paid with our lives."
The ranger captain snapped his fingers, signaling the remaining rangers to enter the mine to arrest people.
at this time.
Luca spoke.
"Buying and selling people."
"It is a serious illegal act."
"But I'm going to detain you first for provoking trouble."
Luca stood up and spoke calmly.
The Ranger Captain slowly turned his head, his face twisted into a bitter look.
