The emergence of the Moonlight Gold completely changed the ecological environment of this area.
According to Forman, they reserve supplies based on the per capita supplies before the Apocalypse, but according to the per capita supplies he has seen so far, their reserves can last more than three times as long.
But Forman also pointed out that it is unhealthy to consume less than the standard calorie intake for a long time. But considering that he first had to popularize what standard calories are, no one cared.
For most people, Moonlight Gold is like paradise, especially the New Hope generation. For the first time, they know that eating too much food will make people uncomfortable, and that there is something called chewing gum in the world, although it is good.
Eat, but you can only chew but not eat. I don’t know what the people before the Apocalypse were thinking about inventing useless things.
"Who stored so much chewing gum on the ship?" Tang Ji asked Forman, looking at the at least 100 kilograms of chewing gum.
It wouldn't matter if this thing was wholesaled by the box, but it was actually scattered. Each item was of a different brand and taste. It was obvious that the owner who collected it was a very leisurely person.
"It's Mr. Surte's goods that are stored here. Most of these things were bought by him personally. Oh, and some of them may have been stolen." Forman unceremoniously exposed Surte's information.
Little hobby.
Maybe Tang Ji's influence was too late. Surte had never really recognized the concept of having to spend money to buy things. He had too many acquaintances in Night City, and it was easy for him to be sued. But after leaving Night City, he was free.
too much.
And no one can prevent a speedster from running thousands of kilometers at night to steal different brands of chewing gum. After all, Sirte has at least learned the concept of stealing without leaving his name.
"Sulte" Tangji felt very familiar with this name, but there were too many familiar things in his mind now, so he could only put this name aside for the time being.
"Sir, do you really want to take a video? The amnesia may have been caused by the violent collision. There are also medical injections on board, which may be useful." Foreman's responsibilities were tied to the Moonlight Gold, so
He didn't care about what happened outside the ship, and naturally he didn't know what big things Tang Ji and the others had done in the outside world.
In Forman's memory, Tang Ji and the others were still a group of highly skilled robbers, but since the original owner of the ship had given up ownership of the Moonlight Gold, Forman naturally transferred his loyalty to the ship.
On the new owner.
Tang Ji waved his hand, indicating that Foreman didn't have to worry about his problems. No matter how stupid he was, he realized that someone was secretly causing trouble when he appeared here. I'm afraid the memory loss was intentional, but he didn't know who was behind the scenes.
What is the purpose.
"Prioritize giving medical resources to those refugees." Tang Ji said as he walked towards Rick: "You, follow me, I will show you something good."
After all, Rick is still the captain of the security team. Although the few bastards in the security team now look after Tang Ji, Rick is indeed a good person. Tang Ji thinks that if he puts him before the Apocalypse, Rick can also be a good person.
of law enforcers.
The good things Tang Ji mentioned were of course the arms that everyone in the team had stored on the Moonlight Gold.
Although Tang Ji's team basically relied on their own supernatural abilities to fight in the later period, when they occupied the Moonlight Gold, they still relied heavily on modern firepower. In addition, they had just fought with the Ark Organization and even Miko at that time.
Wilson's Joint Investigation Office was put on the line, and the supply of all kinds of arms was almost open.
The few low-level mercenaries headed by Martin had never fought such a grand war before. They placed orders for free arms to fight as they pleased.
So when Tang Ji opened the explosion-proof door of the arsenal, Rick felt a trace of heat in his breath. What was this!
It is the crystallization of human violence aesthetics before the apocalypse, and it is a collection of industrial design works!
This was the first time in Rick's life that he had seen so many weapons, and they were all brand new and piled together. The air was filled with a charming smell of mixed grease.
"Take what you like." Tang Ji rummaged through it and found an unpretentious Prelude revolver. But when he held it, a complex pattern suddenly flashed on the surface of the gun. Before Tang Ji could see it clearly,
Then disappeared again.
Tang Ji's eyes stayed on the prelude for a few seconds, making sure that the pattern just now was not a dark flower formed due to the angle of reflection, so he could only ignore it as another strange thing after he woke up.
But when he raised his head, Rick was struggling to pick up a mini Vulcan cannon.
"That won't work, unless you plan to carry another fifty-kilogram ammunition supply system." Tang Ji had to stop the opponent's choice, picked out an Ajax from the firearms and handed it to the opponent: "M251S-Ajax
Jax, a mature product of military technology, is more adaptable to the outside environment and is not afraid of wind or rain."
Rick looked at the big guy in his hand with some hesitation, then at the Ajax with black color and multiple tactical accessories, and finally accepted the other party's suggestion.
"Get a few more and give them to your people." Tang Ji said and took a few more body armors from the shelf: "There are also protective equipment and projectiles. We need to select more soldiers to go and get them."
That group of plunderers was destroyed."
"Just rely on us?" Rick's hand froze and the magazine fell to the ground: "Marcus and the others have three to four hundred people!"
"There are tens of thousands of rounds of bullets here." Tang Ji smiled, deftly dismantled the bullet chamber, and loaded the bullets into it with a dazzling technique. With a flick of his hand, the bullets were closed, and the bullet was loaded in one go.
The crisp sound of mechanical collision is as pleasant as it was more than 20 years ago.
Tang Ji became furious when he thought that he had lost more than twenty years of time, missed so many things, lost his memory, could not find Tang Anran, and even Angelina's grave might have disappeared.
abnormal.
And in this case, there is still a group of blind predators coming to bother him
"The plane didn't come back. There must have been an accident." Alston, who was in charge of managing the airport, told Marcus: "I calculated every time I refueled. Excluding the round trip, it would only be enough for them to make a few turns in the sky.
I have some spare time. If I haven’t come back now, I’m probably shot down.”
"It looks like our kids found something good on that boat." Marcus licked his lips, with a scary smile on his face: "Let the kids warm up the car! Have a great hunt today.
!”
"As you wish!" Alston also laughed. He was originally the supervisor of a clone manufacturing center of the coalition, but in the end he was not qualified to enter the shelter and was abandoned in the clone manufacturing center and suffered for twenty years.
Five years.
In the past 20 years or so, he has vomited after eating those Ganges guys, and all his colleagues who were left together in the cloning center. If the storm had not ended early, Alston would have died.
On the surface, otherwise cloning centers.
If he had known that life would be so difficult, he would rather die on the way back home than stay here
Almost a quarter of Marcus's men were clones controlled by Alston. Not only did these clones do all the dirty work without complaint, they also served as a reserve of food when food was in short supply, making them extremely cost-effective.
For example, now, the work of checking the condition of the car and refueling the car is done by these clones based on the Ganges people. Other predators in the base have long regarded this group of people as talking tools, and the two walking
It has become a habit to insult and beat people when interacting with each other.
"Take good care of my car! You damn pig! If there's anything wrong with it, I'll run over your head when I come back!" A predator kicked a clone worker to the ground and knocked him to the ground.
He pressed his face in front of the tire and shouted: "Did you see it? Just come over from this angle!"
Some predators will bite off the clone's fingers or ears before getting in the car to see blood to make themselves more excited.
Alston walked through these people, turning a blind eye to the atrocities that happened to the clones. He was originally the biggest sufferer of these clones. The damn clone factory did not store much food at all. He relied on the flesh and blood of these people to survive.
came down.
The biological plasma itself used to make clones is inedible. It can only be accelerated through the biological cavity to produce edible clones. From crying in tears at the beginning, to expressionless, to crazy hatred in the end, Als
Tong's mind has long been distorted and perverted by the cannibalism of the same kind day after day.
He found his car, which was a relatively well-preserved military jeep. It was hard to tell what brand it was. These predators made quite bold modifications to the car and joined Alstom.
Later, those clone mechanics who could repair airplanes repaired the car to a certain extent. He only knew that this thing could be driven now, and it drove pretty well.
"A piece of good news! Our children may have opened the ship! A big ship filled with supplies!" Marcus stood on the high platform, making the final mobilization: "And we are the plunderers! We
Rob, we steal! We own everything! Right!"
"right!"
"That's right! It's all ours!"
"Hail, head!"
Hundreds of looters shouted loudly, and many of them were already unconscious. Alston knew this group of people very well.
How did Marcus win over these ogres? There are not that many living people in the wasteland who can support these damn scum day and night, not even with the clone factory he controls.
But Marcus found a warehouse full of addictive compounds, all of which were grade A. Although some of the compounds had deteriorated over time, who cared?
If someone really dies due to this reason, no one will be able to notice that his way of death is any different from that of a person who got high and killed himself.
Facts have proved that if these ogres are high on drugs, even if they are allowed to eat sand, they will eat it with gusto.
So Marcus controlled the drug and controlled these ogres. Of course, all this was based on the fact that he was strong enough and would not accidentally kill a high ogre.
"Yes, they are all ours!" Marcus jumped from the five-meter-high platform and trampled an unlucky clone slave worker to death on the spot. Blood and minced meat spattered everywhere: "They are all
Ours! So what are you waiting for!"
These things combined with drugs made every predator on the scene extremely excited. Alston watched with his own eyes a strong-looking guy pulling his neck and shouting loudly, his face was terrifyingly red, and the next second he suddenly covered his heart.
He fell down and became silent.
But no one cares, not even Alston himself. Life is short, why do you take it so seriously, right?
Alston took out the paradise specially provided for high-level executives and sprayed it into his mouth. His whole body felt like he had been injected with chicken blood. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. His whole body became energetic. The scene of demons dancing around him suddenly turned into a slideshow.
Such magic.
The non-existent phantom light shone from all directions, giving everything around him a heavenly halo, making him addicted to it and unable to extricate himself.
"Yeah!!!!" Alston didn't wait for Marcus to get in the car, he had already ignited the engine, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, rushed out of the warehouse, and crushed the predator who died of a heart attack like a tomato!
As if as a signal, Alston detonated all the bombs in the warehouse. The rumbling roars of the engines came one after another, and the strange vehicles rolled over the body one after another.
Short and bright chaotic lines were left on the ground.
"I think he's crazier than me." Marcus didn't have any dissatisfaction with Alston's rudeness. He just laughed heartily and asked the driver to follow the team.
He had always been the calmest of the predators and never touched addictive compounds.
Marcus would even ask Alston, who came from the old times, for some knowledge in his spare time. Any knowledge would do, just to relieve his boredom.
He was very interested in everything about the old world, but he stopped being interested. He knew that that world was beautiful, and he also knew that the people of the old world smashed that world to pieces with their own hands, leaving them a mess.
In the final analysis, Marcus hated all of this. He did not kill Alston, but he saw that the other party's greatest pain was that he was still alive, and he had no courage or motivation to end his own life.
Therefore, Marcus would feel happy every time he saw Alston still breathing healthy and tormenting himself in pain.
What could make him happier than torturing a dead soul from the old world? If anything, it would naturally be to torture more dead souls from the old world, who should have died with that world.
Just like what he is going to do today.
Rourou was hospitalized. He had been hospitalized once in May and had a headache. He felt like this when he went to kindergarten. He had a headache.