Chapter 687 Finally arrived at the prosperous and unfamiliar Hope City!
The night is getting darker.
The green leather train was driving in the wilderness, its lights flickering, and it continued to follow the winding railway towards the Tianyuan territory.
Under the leadership of Wang Quan, Sumo passed through several slightly quiet carriages and arrived at the conductor's cabin at the very back of the train.
"Go in, I'll find another place to make ends meet tonight."
"Trouble!" Sumo smiled apologetically.
"Huh, who made you the favorite of Master Feng Long!"
Patting Sumo on the shoulder, Wang Quan had an indescribable emotion on his face.
However, before entering the door, he couldn't help but add:
"Haha, Youzong, if you take off one day, don't forget your brother Wang and me!"
"Definitely, definitely!"
Boom.
After receiving Sumo's promise, Wang Quan was very satisfied and closed the door from the outside to isolate the noise from the train.
Looking in along the slightly dark bedside light.
Huang Xiaojuan, who was brought here first, was already lying on the bed in confusion and fell into sleep. It was obvious that Liu Heping's brazen attack at noon had frightened her badly.
Oreo, on the other hand, was still lying in front of the window, looking energetically at the scenery flying back outside the window.
Seeing Somo tiptoeing over, she raised her head and let out a slightly excited bark.
"Hey, are we already at the outskirts of the Wanli Mountains?"
Looking out the window and discovering the mountains wrapped in dark shadows at the end of the field of view, Somo sat down with a smile and leaned on the bed.
Compared with the benches in the train, the conductor's cabin in King Power is obviously much more comfortable.
There was a large bed measuring 1.8 meters, with as many as eight layers of quilts. They were as soft as latex mattresses in civilized times.
However, at this time, Sumo's mind was not filled with these comfortable touches, but with the many important information Feng Long revealed before leaving.
"If it is true as Feng Long said, the world will slowly develop like this, that would be too desperate!"
Different from the many dungeons I entered before, after understanding more of the secrets of the wasteland.
Sumo already has countless questions in his mind about the reality of the world he currently lives in.
Judging from Feng Long's performance, it was difficult for Su Morgan to find a trace of simulation on him, just like
He has really lived in this world step by step for eight years!
As for other people and the development of the world line, Somo could not find any flaws to prove that this was just a simulated world.
"Let's not think about so many things. The premise of everything is that I can complete the mission and lead the territory to survive this zombie attack disaster."
"Otherwise, on the premise that I cannot reveal my identity in any way, there is no point in worrying."
When I think about this world, I will soon meet Su Chan seven years later, and maybe even meet my parents who have already arrived.
Instead, Sumo became nervous.
He can remember his family, but his family cannot remember him.
When he thought that in the eyes of the other party, he might just be a newcomer with some potential, Sumo shook his head repeatedly and forced himself to close his eyes.
After a while.
Along with the clatter of the train, Somo's steady breathing sounded in the quiet carriage.
A night of silence.
I don’t know if it’s because of the psionic water, or because I completely let go of my worries.
That night, Soma slept extremely soundly, and the mental fatigue he had felt since his arrival was almost completely gone.
Get up, wash up, and have breakfast.
Feng Long rushed over impatiently, and the two of them got together and continued to conduct more detailed research on the improved version of the Su family gun.
On the way, when taking a rest, Feng Long would also convey some information intentionally or unintentionally, and conduct small tests.
But unfortunately, due to the limitations of the game, Sumo answered very conservatively this time.
Whenever there is any question that involves revealing one's identity, one can only force it through with a vague haha.
From morning to noon, and from noon to evening.
There were no other entertainment activities on the train, so Feng Long simply sent people to clear out a carriage specifically for the two of them to compete with each other on their marksmanship skills.
Only this time, Feng Long directly ordered after clearing the venue that no one was allowed to come and watch.
The reason is quite simple.
Just one night passed, and as Somo became familiar with the improved marksmanship, he began to fall into a disadvantage, and he could no longer roam around like before.
If the two of them were to fight to the death in their current state, it’s still unclear who would win!
"No fight, no fight!"
"You are such a fucking freak. If you continue like this, I will become your punching bag!"
Seeing Wang Quan finally coming over with supper, Feng Long dropped the wooden gun in his hand and ran away. He was not as happy as yesterday.
People are more infuriating than others.
After realizing that he had studied martial arts for several years and that the opponent could catch up in just one night, Feng Long acted calmly.
Nothing else. His other advantages may be average, but the most important thing is that he is very self-aware.
Feng Long knew that it would be absolutely difficult for a warrior with full attributes in a single category if he did not encounter some adventures in his life.
In terms of potential value, whether it is force or intelligence, internal affairs or strategy, his upper limit is basically stuck at around 80.
What he can do now is to try his best to push each item to 80 without any obvious shortcomings.
In this way, although it cannot stand out, it can still be regarded as an indispensable mainstay in the territory.
Spreading out the tablecloth, Wang Quan laid out seven or eight dishes to go with the wine, and after pouring out two full pots of sake, he left happily.
The two of them had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, so they were naturally welcome at this time.
After waiting until the burning feeling in his stomach disappeared, Feng Long burped with satisfaction and said with emotion:
"After tonight's meal, I will have to return to the team when I get off the car tomorrow and rush to the front line battlefield again."
"I really don't know when we will have to wait until the next time we have a drink and talk like this!"
"Why, the battle with the dwarves of all nations is tense?" Sumo asked curiously as he gnawed on the salt and pepper chicken drumsticks.
The relationship with other territories may still be reconciled, but with the dwarves of all nations, there has been no room for maneuver between the two sides since the first Blackstone Camp.
There is no need to think about the next seven years.
There must have been many conflicts between the two territories during their development, and they have gradually developed to the point where they are currently competing against each other.
"Fortunately, the dwarves have no support behind them and only have those weird technologies. It is difficult to counterattack."
"It's just that there are too many of these guys and they are spread out too widely. We have to concentrate our efforts to hit more with less."
"Otherwise, if we spread out on the battlefield, if other alien races take advantage of the opportunity, we cannot afford the loss."
Shaking his head, Feng Long began to briefly explain the situation around the territory.
But some things were classified as war secrets and he couldn't explain them clearly. As a result, Sumo was confused and could only understand a general point of view.
The territory is safe for the time being. The probability of the opponent's counterattack is very small, so just slowly encroach on it.
"That's okay. As long as they don't go crazy, everything is fine."
After swallowing the chicken in his mouth, Somo continued casually: "Where are the others, the Demon Soul Clan and the Tree People, they haven't come out yet."
Gulu.
Before he could finish saying this, Su Mo already thought something bad in his heart and quickly stopped talking.
For the second warning, although the mission will not be directly judged as failed and kicked out of the ruins, half of the reward will be deducted.
However, the strange thing is that the game did not prompt a warning this time.
In the entire carriage, only Feng Long, who was sitting opposite, had just stuffed a mouthful of braised beef. He was choked and coughed repeatedly, even coughing out tears.
"You tell me what you said!"
Regardless of the lingering pain in his chest and abdomen, Feng Long looked over with burning eyes after taking a sip of sake.
During the day's testing, he failed to get any information from Soma.
He originally thought that if he wanted to dig something out, he would have to wait at least three to five months after Somo entered the territory.
But now.
"How do you know about the Demon Soul Clan and the Tree People? Do you know the news about Su Sumo?"
After stating his purpose directly, Feng Long kept his eyes on Somo's face, trying to observe the micro-expression changes.
But unfortunately, Sumo, who knew that as long as he answered, his identity would be revealed by the game, how could he dare to continue talking like this.
After thinking about it, Sumo could only pick up the wine bottle:
"Feng Long, if you can believe me, then come back to me in half a year. Now is not the chance."
"There are some things, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it!"
"Huh? I just can't say it?"
After hearing Su Mo's words, Feng Long's nervous expression suddenly softened, and there was a bit of expectation and relief in his eyes.
People are most afraid of losing hope after gaining it.
On this trip, Feng Long was extremely satisfied to be able to find "Su Youzong", a genius who had the same goals as him and had a good understanding of each other in his territory.
He didn't dare to dream or ask for more.
After all, the territory dispatched 30,000 people to climb almost the entire mountain, but no trace of Somo could be found.
He wanted to go out and try his luck to find it, but the chance was too small.
"I will send Wang Quan to deliver my seal before you get off the bus tomorrow."
"But again, if you can't use it, don't use it. The territory's talent rating seems to be done once a year, but secretly even I don't know if there is a special person to rate it."
"With your ability, it is not difficult to do something in this position, but you must know one very important thing."
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Long still said four big words.
Do what you can!
"Youzong, when there were few people in the territory before, we could still guarantee everyone's 100% loyalty, but as the number of people increases, it becomes more and more complex."
"In fact, the territory is not monolithic!"
"If you really want to make your own achievements, then remember that it is always better to join the team early than to be a walleye. Sometimes offending one party is not a bad thing."
After saying a few incoherent words, Feng Long picked up the wine bottle and started drinking heavily.
It wasn't until the night got darker that he stood up unsteadily and walked towards his office looking quite lonely.
Throughout the whole process, Sumo wanted to say something while watching Feng Long's back.
But in the end, it turned into a long sigh and silence.
As expected, the worst happened.
Before this, Su Mo had worried more than once that if he had an accident, his sister Su Chan would be unable to cope with the situation.
Now, the worries are coming true.
The management of a territory with a population of hundreds of thousands has long exceeded the upper limit of Su Chan's ability. Even with the assistance of Chen Shen and others, it is inevitable that she will lose absolute control.
Coupled with the basic organizational structure established previously, it is normal for factions to emerge under the division of power.
"I can only say that fortunately, I have a lot of resources left behind, and there are threats that may come back at any time, which makes the ambitious people in these territories avoid taking action directly."
"Otherwise, how could Su Chan alone have been able to support the territory till today?"
Before he had fully entered the territory, Sumo had already roughly figured out the situation by communicating with Feng Long.
However, if it were placed in the real world, Sumo might still have a headache and carefully study what methods can be used to achieve maximum results at the minimum cost.
But in this dungeon world, this kind of chaos is just the prerequisite for the task.
It is the 30th day of the fifth month in the eighth year of the last calendar year, at ten minutes past noon.
The green train, which had been traveling for three days and two nights, finally slowed down and was about to meet the first super gathering place on this journey.
Tianyuan territory.
As the train begins to shuttle around the edges of several cities, it is about to enter Hope City.
Some travelers who had no status and were only worthy of passing by had already stretched their heads out of the window to look at the prosperity outside.
Black and shiny asphalt road.
A small wavy lake with clear water.
The shiny territorial citizens.
Neat and thick urban exterior walls.
The further they walked into Hope City, the more details of the super territory were revealed in front of these people.
Even though the train enters the most suburban area of Hope City, the development along the way still blinds some people who pass by it for the first time.
To them, everything here seems too advanced.
Outside the large-scale factory, there are countless advanced energy vehicles going in and out, carrying tons of goods to distant places.
On the clean and bright city streets, countless pedestrians crossed the road in an orderly manner, rushing to work.
Looking around, there are very few buildings below six floors in the entire Hope City, and most of them are about ten floors high.
Outside these high-rise buildings, many people saw with sharp eyes the signs of some companies that were already well-known in the wasteland.
For example.
The company that controls 70% of the chip exports in the wasteland: Microcrystalline Cells.
The only producer of Nengji and the only super company with Nengshi technology: Kuanfeng Nengji.
Cultivate the agricultural company that saves food for billions of people: Chloroplast.
And the super medical institution that monopolizes half of the wasteland’s medical treatment: Regenerative Medicine.
These four companies more or less have monopoly technologies, and their energy sources continue to bring back a large number of trading points to the Tianyuan territory.
And its technology, driven by these transaction points, began to become more and more terrifying.
According to rumors, some aspects have even surpassed the progress of earth research in the civilized era.
Of course, in addition to these four giants, there are countless small and medium-sized companies and caravans in Tianyuan territory.
But after the train arrives at the station, most people can only regretfully look away and sit back in their seats.
"Unfortunately, it seems that my eldest brother got off the bus early. He must have gone somewhere else?"
"Perhaps, Brother Zong is valued by Master Feng Long and has already ascended to the throne!"
"That's right. With his strength, I'm afraid it won't take long to gain a firm foothold in this city."
After walking off the train with their luggage, Gong Liang, Huang Qing, and Chen Yongkang couldn't help but look around the carriage.
After Somo left, several more people went to the territory in the carriage.
But unfortunately, among the people who got off the bus at this time, they could not see Su Mo's voice and shadow, nor could they see Huang Xiaojuan's jumping smile.
"Let's go, we have to change trains!"
Without the identity of Hope City, even if they are citizens of Tianyuan Territory, they have no right to stop in this city just like other travelers.
In fact, without special tasks, they don't even have the right to leave this station.
I glanced enviously at the Hope City with its many high-rise buildings outside the train station.
Chen Yongkang sighed, picked up his luggage and walked out first.
They know very well that this is a paradise for "rich people".
But they know better that this is also a hell for "poor people"!