《Login Rewards at a Post Apocalyptic World》 Chapter 1 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°Damn that old man, I shouldn¡¯t have trusted him!¡± The fertile soil had long since turned into a desert, and the air had become distorted under the scorching sun. The last bit of moisture in Bick¡¯s body had also been squeezed out by the high temperature. He was thirsty, hungry, and exhausted, but he did not dare to stop and rest. That was because, less than ten meters behind him, there were seven or eight zombies that were hungrier than him, growling and chasing after him. Although it had been almost a week since he transmigrated to this world, Bick still couldn¡¯t adapt to the cruelty of the apocalypse. Even though in the apocalypse, the zombies behind him was more common than the sand beneath his feet, Bic still didn¡¯t dare to turn and fight back. After all, all he had was a wooden stick that only serves to comfort He didn¡¯t even have a fruit knife. A week ago, Bick didn¡¯t offend anyone. He lived happily in a fat house. However, he somehow traveled to this horrible apocalyptic world. After trudging in the desert for a few days, when Bick thought that the whole world had turned into zombies, a team came out from a nearby survivor base to search for supplies. In his previous life, he had seen many zombie movies and Doomsday Comics. He knew that during the Doomsday, the original morality and laws didn¡¯t exist. They followed the laws of the Dark Forest. Unfortunately, he hadn¡¯t experienced it personally at that time. He was tricked by the search team and used as bait to lure away the seven or eight zombies that were wandering around the gas station. The search team, who had sworn to God that they would come to save him after searching the gas station, directly abandoned him. ¡°SH * T!¡± Bick cursed angrily. When he thought about how the search team left with the oil barrel, pure water, and other supplies, he was still angry. Fortunately, these ordinary zombies were not fast. Otherwise, he would have been eaten up long ago. However, the endurance of these zombies seemed to be infinite. Bick once watched a TV show. It said that on the African Prairie, the hunters of some tribes relied on jogging at a constant speed to tire their prey to death. Now, Bick felt that he was that poor little prey that was about to die of exhaustion. ¡°I can¡¯t keep running like this. When my stamina is completely exhausted, I¡¯ll be dead for sure!¡± Bick had watched a series of videos that talked about a thousand ways to die. He had imagined all kinds of endings for himself. He could accept all kinds of endings, but he didn¡¯t want to be bitten by zombies and end up like them, wandering in the desert. Soon, Bick¡¯s eyes lit up. He saw a large rock that weighed at least ten tons, and a small crack in the weathered crack. Bick squeezed into the crack with all his strength. Soon, the zombies rushed over, trying their best to squeeze their arms and heads into the crack. However, though it was difficult one person to pass through the crack, it was utterly impossible for seven or eight zombies to fit in all together. ¡°If only there was an exit on the other side, ¡°Bick tried his best to hide in the crack and sighed with a bitter smile. Although he couldn¡¯t escape, at least dying of hunger or thirst was better than being eaten by zombies. After several days of hunger and thirst, coupled with the resentment of being abandoned by the search team, Bick looked at the seven or eight zombies who were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. His heart was full of anger. ¡°Get¡­ get out of here. This is my graveyard. Let me die in peace!¡±Bick held the wooden stick in his hand and stabbed the zombies outside without thinking. If it were an ordinary person who was stabbed twice without thinking, they would definitely be chased away by Bick. However, the zombies didn¡¯t feel any pain at all. On the contrary, because of Bick¡¯s provocation, they became even more agitated. Seeing this, Bick took a deep breath and tried to stabilize himself. However, the rotten smell of zombies almost made him vomit out his gall bladder. His two hands tightly grasped one end of the wooden stick, aiming at the eye socket of a zombie and poking it forcefully. ¡°Poof!¡± A muffled sound could be heard. It felt as if the wooden stick poked into a rotten pumpkin. An indescribable smell spread out. Bick retched for half a second before he was stunned. That was because a translucent screen suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. It was a classic Windows 95 window. ¡°System activated, loading¡­ 1% , 2% ¡­ loading complete.¡± ¡°By the way, shouldn¡¯t the system be a voice? Isn¡¯t it too retro for you to type each word on the text? ¡°Looking at the lines of words that popped out one by one like an old typewriter, Bick couldn¡¯t help but complain. It was already the end of the world, and he had killed a zombie with his own hands. It wasn¡¯t a big deal for him to have another system. In fact, Bick even felt extremely excited. A transmigrator with a system and a transmigrator without a system, how could they be treated the same? However, his system didn¡¯t look too high-end, and he felt like he was selling goods on the street. ¡°The check-in system has been bound. Please complete your first lot.¡± The system didn¡¯t care about Bick¡¯s sarcasm at all. It continued to slowly jump word by word. ¡°Check-in system? It seems to be pretty good. You get a reward every time you sign in. You don¡¯t have to work hard to complete the mission? !¡± Bick carefully checked the system¡¯s notification. He no longer felt that this system wasn¡¯t high-end enough. ¡°Check-in, check-in!¡± ¡°Beep! Check-in successful. Congratulations on getting a first-lot gift pack and a novice gift pack. Please check them as soon as possible.¡± Bick could not wait to accept the two big gift packs. He chose to open the first-lot gift pack. In an instant, he was surrounded by a thick sense of happiness. ¡°Woo Woo¡­ it¡¯s actually a Mcdonald¡¯s deluxe set meal. Hamburgers, French fries, and cold coke!¡± Bick, who had not had a good meal for almost a week, ate more than half of a hamburger in one bite. It wasn¡¯t like Bick was ignorant. If it were a week ago, in the safe society of his previous life, which was extremely rich in resources, Mcdonald¡¯s would just be a working meal. However, what kind of environment was this now! Especially in the desert, where the temperature was at least 40 degrees Celsius what could be more blissful than drinking iced coke? The key was that this was not just a deluxe set meal, but a total of ten servings. Eating sparingly, Bick felt that he could last at least two weeks in this crevice. Moreover, the rewards that he received from the system could be stored in the system. When he needed them, he would take them out. The burgers and fries were still steaming hot, but the cola was still ice cold. It was as if they had just been made. ¡°I wonder what reward the novice grand gift pack will give.¡± With food and drinks, Bick was already confident, and very soon, he turned his attention to the novice grand gift pack. ¡°Beep, One Gurkha Saber, Winchester 1894,100 rounds of ammunition.¡± As a third-rate military fan, the famous Winchester 1894, Bick was so happy that he almost jumped up. In his previous life, it was not easy to get such an authentic Winchester 1894. Now, he could actually get it just by checking in. With a Winchester 1894 in one hand and a Gurkha military knife in the other, Bick looked at the zombies who still did not know whether they were dead or alive. He could not help but laugh out loud, ¡°The apocalypse, I, BICK, AM HERE!¡± Chapter 2 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°As expected of the president¡¯s set meal with the same Mcdonald¡¯s. It¡¯s really heavy!¡± Bick burped as he looked at the remaining half of the hamburger and chocolate milkshake in his hand. It contained two big macs, two mackerel burgers, and a chocolate milkshake. It had more than 2,000 calories. Even if Bick had been hungry for a long time, he could not do anything about it. His stomach, which had been tortured for a long time by the excessive secretion of stomach acid due to hunger, finally calmed down. The feeling of being stuffed was great. ¡°If I had known earlier, I wouldn¡¯t have drank so much coke. But it was really great!¡± Bick was still not satisfied. He put the rest of the food into the system, picked up his spear, and started to load the bullets one by one. The system provided a classic model from before the 1964 revision. The main parts were all made of high-quality steel. Compared to the 1964 revision, the mass production of handicrafts to earn money was completely different. This was a weapon that could really kill people. The pioneers who developed the Western Region relied on a Winchester and a Colt revolver to fight for survival space with Beasts and primitive tribes in the yellow sand. In the harsh environment of the Western Region, Winchester¡¯s good applicability and powerful enough power were still the first choice of the Cowboys in the western region even when automatic weapons were prevalent. Raising the long spear, the crack in the stone was only a few feet deep. It could basically be considered as directly blocking the muzzle of the spear against the foreheads of the zombies. As a lever-type rifle, its air tightness was much worse than a bolt-action rifle. The sound of the gunshot was not crisp. It was a dull ¡°tss¡± sound like the that of a high-pressure boiler releasing steam. However, the power was definitely impressive. As a famous gun, it had the title of ¡°The gun that conquers the west¡±, along with the powerful Marlin. A 450-inch bullet was too cruel for zombies. One had to know that even a white-tailed deer that weighed dozens of kilograms, a two-meter-long North American gray wolf, or even a big brown bear wouldn¡¯t be able to withstand such a powerful bullet from a distance of 100 yards. These ordinary zombies were shot in the head. The three or four zombies that were stuck close to each other and squeezed into the crack in the stone completely disappeared. The head of the zombie closest to Bick exploded. Its rotten brain matter was like crude oil that had just been extracted. It was pitch-black, sticky, and stinky. It immediately covered both sides of the crack in the stone. Such a disgusting scene brought back some memories for Bick. These guys¡¯ heads were just like the jack-o-lanterns that he and his friends didn¡¯t get enough candy from Mrs. Wesley on Halloween when he was seven years old. Therefore, they started to make trouble and stomped on the jack-o-lanterns. Indeed, when facing Winchester 1894 and Marin Bullets, the zombie heads were as fragile as pumpkins under the feet of naughty children. ¡°Hiss¡­ oooo! Ugh!¡± The beautiful memories were interrupted by the roars of the remaining zombies. Although the most active zombies died miserably, it was not enough to make the zombies behind them retreat. The zombies that had long lost their humanity and rationality now only had fresh flesh and blood in their minds. They had no fear and only had the most instinctive desire to eat. The zombies that had their heads blown off fell down. The zombies behind them immediately stepped on their bodies and continued to squeeze into the crevices of the rocks. The hungry look on its face clearly meant that it would not stop until it had eaten all of Bick. Looking at their ferocious looks, Bick, who had grown up in the southern slums of Los Angeles, had a big heart. Some sissies might scream in fear. With food and weapons in hand, Bick did not know what fear was. He curled his lips and replaced Marlin. The 450-inch high-powered bullets were replaced with normal handgun bullets. ¡°It¡¯s a waste to use such high-powered bullets against you guys. After all, there are only ten bullets,¡± Bick muttered as he switched out the magazine. After wandering alone in the desert for a long time and escaping for his life, Bick wanted to chat with the inhumane Zombies. Besides, this could also relieve some of the pressure. When he first transmigrated, he was deceived by the search team. It was because Bick hadn¡¯t seen a human for a long time and thought that he was the only survivor in the world. When he suddenly saw a search team that was also a human, he was excited and excited. Otherwise, growing up in the extremely complicated slums, Bick¡¯s vigilance was definitely not low. ¡°When I get out, your good days will come to an end!¡± Thinking of the search team, Bick yelled angrily and raised his gun to continue shooting. Even though using the Gurkha military knife could save ammunition, Bick never even considered using a knife when he ad a gun. Once again, he filled the magazine with seven handgun bullets, repeatedly pulling the lever and the trigger. The sound of the handgun bullets was even smaller than before, just like the exhaust of a pressure cooker at home. Compared to the Marin. 450-inch bullets, the handgun bullets were much less powerful, but they could still make the zombies brains splatter. It could only be said that the Marin.450-inch combined with the Winchester 1894 was a little too powerful. ¡°I remember there were only seven or eight zombies in total, why can¡¯t I kill them all?¡± Once again filling the magazine, Bick looked at the zombies that once again blocked the crack in the stone with confusion. ¡°Maybe the ones behind me who ran slower? ¡°Bick shrugged and continued to kill as if it didn¡¯t matter. The fact that guns could even shoot people in the head made Bick strangely excited. Although Bick had grown up in the slums before he transmigrated, he wasn¡¯t a gang member. He didn¡¯t have many opportunities to play with guns. After all, the charge for the shooting range wasn¡¯t very friendly to a kid from the slums. At most, he could enjoy the thrill of the rain of bullets in a computer game. However, no matter what kind of 3A move he played, whether it be escaping from Takoff or Calling of Duty: War Zone, it was not as enjoyable as killing zombies with real weapons. At such a close distance, the pleasure of a headshot made Bick¡¯s blood boil. Therefore, Bick also ignored the change in the number of zombies. When the gas station lured the zombies away, there were indeed a few zombies whose legs weren¡¯t as agile. These zombies had been attacked by other zombies and mutated because of the second infection. Therefore, the injuries on their bodies were all strange. There were broken limbs, disembowelment, and all sorts of things. Bick had seen those zombies whose legs were broken, and even their entire lower body had disappeared. Only their upper bodies were still unwilling to behave. Soon, zombies with their heads blown off blocked the entire crevice. Bik shot the last zombie who was still screaming and struggling through the crevice. For a moment, the whole world fell silent. ¡°The dead should sleep peacefully. It saves us all some trouble,¡± Bick grumbled while poking the zombie bodies outside the crevice with his wooden stick. Outside the crack, more zombies were waiting for him. Chapter 3 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°What the fuck!¡± Using the wooden stick to push away the zombie remains blocking the crack, Bick, who had just seen the light of day, couldn¡¯t wait to take a deep breath of the fresh air outside. When he saw the situation around him, he couldn¡¯t help but curse loudly. Ignoring the dark, stinky brains of the zombies that were smeared all over the crack, Bick scrambled back into the crack. It turned out that in the desert outside the crack, hundreds of zombies were surrounding them. Their targets were all the rare boulders in the desert. After the gunshots stopped, the zombies, who had returned to their wandering state, heard Bick¡¯s curse and roared at the sky again. Then, like a surging black wave, they rushed toward the boulders where Bick was hiding. ¡°SH * T, what¡¯s going on? I didn¡¯t lure that many zombies from the gas station!¡± Even though Bik wasn¡¯t sensitive to numbers, he could still tell the difference between 20 to 30 zombies and a few hundred. Just now, he was so engrossed in shooting headshots that he forgot about the difference in the number of zombies. But now, zombies were pouring in from all directions. How could he not know what was wrong. Thinking back to what he had seen when he had just left, and how the zombies had gone crazy from cursing, Bick guessed that these zombies must have very good hearing. ¡°Maybe, they were attracted to the sound of my gun?¡± Bick shrugged indifferently. ¡°Guessing is not the way. No one gave me a ¡®survival guide for the post-apocalyptic world¡¯ or anything like that. Let¡¯s try it!¡± He did as he planned to. Bick opened the plastic cover of the empty Mdonald¡¯s coke cup and put seven or eight spent shells into it. He shook the coke cup with his hand, and the cup rang like a sand hammer. He raised the cup high and shook it twice. Sure enough, the zombies collectively raised their heads and looked at the coke cup. Although Bick doubted that their gray eyeballs still had vision, he didn¡¯t stop the zombies from ¡°looking¡± at the coke cup. He rolled his eyes and thought of a good way to escape. He did a few chest-expanding exercises. Then, he threw the coke cup high into the crack, and Bick immediately kept quiet. Sure enough, there were a few zombies, just like the dog Bobby from Uncle Bob¡¯s house picked up the ball, crazily chasing after the coke cup that kept making noises. The space outside the crack of the rock suddenly became much more empty. Bic carefully poked his head out and found that there were still many zombies wandering around the giant rock. They did not chase after the coke Ccp together. ¡°Damn it, they are much more difficult to deal with than Bobby!¡±Cautiously withdrawing back into the giant rock, Bic moved his lips and mouthed. Bobby, that silly dog, was often teased by Bick. He would pretend to throw the baseball while keeping it in his hands. Every time, Bobby would be tricked miserably. He never learned his lesson. However, these zombies were obviously not as gullible as Bobby. Only a few of them went after the coke cup, and the rest were still guarding around the giant rock. For a moment, Bick didn¡¯t dare to act rashly. After all, if he was playing with Bobby and was knocked down, he would at most get a mouthful of saliva on his face. If he was knocked down by these zombies, he knew that they wouldn¡¯t be satisfied with just a lick. ¡®it seems that these zombies have extremely good hearing and are very sensitive to sound. They must have been attracted by the sound of my gun. I wonder how many zombies are in this area.¡¯ Bick leaned against the crack in the stone, his brain constantly spinning. At the same time, this also explained why the search team, which had tricked him into being bait, used him to lure the zombies away. Instead of using the weapons in his hands to kill all the zombies. After Bick successfully lured the zombies away, the search team didn¡¯t come to save him. Instead, they ran away without firing a single shot. They were probably afraid that the gunshots would attract the zombies nearby. Although they understood that the search team had no choice, Bick would never forgive them. Those who advised others to be magnanimous only did so because they weren¡¯t the ones who were harmed. If he did not suddenly obtain the system, even if he was not eaten by the zombies and turned into the same living dead wandering in the desert, he would still die miserably in this crevice due to hunger and thirst. ¡°Fortunately, there are still nine Mcdonald¡¯s meals left. I don¡¯t have to die alone in this crevice due to hunger and thirst.¡± Bick took out another glass of coke and happily drank a big mouthful. ¡°GRRR! GRRR!¡± Bick let out a long burp full of cold air. He didn¡¯t care that the sound would irritate the zombies near the giant rock. As long as it wasn¡¯t the distant sound of gunshots that attracted the zombies further away, the nearby zombies were already crowded here. How much worse could it be? ¡°Speaking of which, I have to thank the system for providing a lever-type rifle. The airtightness is poor, so the gunshots will be muffled. Even without a silencer, the gunshots aren¡¯t very loud.¡± Bic raised his long gun and looked at it. regretfully, he put it into the system space and sighed, ¡°I¡¯ll let you rest for now!¡± Even if the hundreds of zombies outside was all that the gunshots could attract in this range, Bick could not continue to use guns to deal with all the remaining zombies. That was because there were only a hundred bullets in total. One shot had to take down at least three to five zombies. Only then could he kill all the zombies outside. Bick still didn¡¯t know what he would give the next time he signed in. It was better to leave some bullets for emergencies in the apocalypse. Taking out the gleaming Gurkha Machete from the system space, Bick roared at the zombies that were roaring at him outside the crack, ¡°A real man should dare to fight face to face with a machete!¡± He raised the machete and hacked at the nearest zombie. The zombie¡¯s skull, which had rotted for countless years, could not withstand the design of the Machete, which was specifically made for chopping. Like cutting butter with a dinner knife, the machete cut open the zombie¡¯s exposed neck bone and sternum smoothly. Bick, who used too much strength, staggered two steps forward. He hurriedly steadied himself. Bick did not want to rush out of the crack and into the zombie crowd. Shocked, he raised his machete and praised, ¡°Good machete, as expected of the famous Gurkha mercenary, using two centuries¡¯ worth of weapons.¡± To be able to be specially approved by the British Army and equip the Gurkha mercenary¡¯s machete alone, it indeed had its own unique points. ¡°The system¡¯s product, it must be of high quality!¡± After lamenting, he started to work, swinging his machete and slashing one zombie after another. Although chopping at the Zombie¡¯s head was more exciting than using a gun to shoot it, Bick¡¯s heart calmed down. He wasn¡¯t as hot-blooded as when he used a gun to shoot the Zombie¡¯s head. He was becoming more and more like a real wasteland traveler, and not a newbie who had come from a peaceful era. A qualified wasteland traverser dared to face the worst situation. He would not give up his life so easily, and he would always be able to put up a desperate fight to survive. Chapter 4 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The scimitar was very sharp. It took as much effort to cut open a zombie¡¯s head as it did to cut open a watermelon. ¡°Puchi, Puchi¡­¡± the sound of the machete cutting into the skull rang out rhythmically for three days and four nights. There were too many zombies. Even if he had to cut open thousands of watermelons, it would still take more than half a day. Not to mention those zombies who were constantly thinking about how to share the food with Bick. Bick would stop to rest for a while after swinging his knife a dozen times. On one hand, it was to relieve the muscles in his arm, so that he would not consume too much at once and cause lactic acid accumulation. In such a dangerous apocalypse, if the muscles in his arm were strained, or if he was too tired and sore, it would cause irreparable damage at the critical moment. At the same time, Bick also had to clean up the remains of the zombies to make way for the zombies behind him. As for when he cut open the skull and chest cavity of the zombies, he couldn¡¯t do anything about the black brain matter and the liquid that was mixed with blood. Even though the smell of the liquid was unbearable, Bick could only continue to complain about his nose. However, it was a little troublesome when eating. Every time, Bick used the Mcdonald¡¯s wrapping paper to carefully wipe his mouth and then wrapped his right hand tightly with the wrapping paper to prevent the food from coming into contact with the liquid. When eating, he did not care to savor the taste of these extremely precious foods in the post-apocalyptic world. He wolfed down the food and didn¡¯t allow it to be exposed to the outside world for too long. This wasn¡¯t because Bick¡¯s germaphobia was acting up, or because he was afraid of being hungry. Instead, he didn¡¯t know how the biochemical crisis in this world happened, or how the zombie virus spread. What if it wasn¡¯t transmitted through blood, but also the digestive system? And if the zombie virus was transmitted through the respiratory system, Bick wouldn¡¯t be able to do anything about it. However, Bick had transmigrated here for more than a week and hadn¡¯t mutated into a zombie yet, so the possibility of the respiratory system spreading wasn¡¯t high. In short, there was nothing wrong with being careful. Chopping and slashing zombies, cleaning the stone crack, eating, and attracting the surrounding zombies to come over again. The process was repeated mechanically. Only when Bick was mentally and physically exhausted would he lean against the stone crack and carefully sleep for a short while. Even when he was sleeping, Bik would wake up with one eye half-open. He didn¡¯t know how many times he shook the self-made ¡°shaker.¡± The shells in the Coke Cup made a crisp clanging sound. After a long time, the zombies that were still not ferocious pounced on him with a whimper. At first, Bixk didn¡¯t react. After all, as the number of zombies killed increased, Bick¡¯s heart became numb. The first day was fine, but the second day, Bik only did everything mechanically. Moreover, too many zombies died. When they were cut open, brain matter and unknown tissue fluid covered the entire crevice. The remains that were cleaned not far away from the crevice smelled really bad under the scorching desert sun. Bick felt that he was now as stinky as the zombies, the stench of decay and death. Even with the zombies¡¯ keen sense of smell, if Bick did not take out the hot hamburgers from the system space to eat, they would not have any desire for Bick, a human who had the same smell as them. However, the zombies were still very sensitive to sound. Even if the zombies made their own sound, they would still be attracted to it. Therefore, Bick used his homemade shaker to make small noises every time to attract the zombies near the giant rock. When they were close enough, the zombies¡¯ sensitive sense of smell could naturally detect that there was fresh blood and flesh in the crack. Bick shook the cup mechanically and numbly for a long time, but no zombies came. He was stunned for a long time before he reacted. He suppressed the joy in his heart and carefully poked his head out of the crack. The mountain of zombie remains blocked most of his vision. Bick thought for a moment and took out a long gun from the system space again, even though the sound of the gun would attract the zombies further away. But at the critical moment, the gun was still more reassuring than the knife. He filled the magazine with bullets, pushed the guard, and loaded the gun with a click. With a spear in one hand and a machete in the other, Bick walked out of the crack carefully. It was impossible for him to go further. Outside the crack was a mountain of zombies. This was the result of his three days of fighting. He stuck the machete into the sand by his feet so that he could draw it at any time to fight. He took out the wooden stick that the search team had given him to defend himself and stabbed the debris on the mountain. The cleaning work wasn¡¯t fast. After all, the tools in his hands weren¡¯t easy to use, and Bick was even more cautious. There was once a zombie that was buried under a pile of zombie debris. When Bik was cleaning the zombies behind him, he almost got bit. After more than an hour, the zombie mountain was cleared to the height of half a man. Bik looked around and couldn¡¯t see any more zombies wandering around. ¡®it seems that all the zombies in this area have been taken care of.¡¯ An unspeakable ease appeared in his mind, and Bick almost fell to the ground. He tried his best to keep himself awake. Bik didn¡¯t want to rest here. The mountain of zombie remains was covered with brain matter and tissue fluid. The smell was really unbearable. Although his nose couldn¡¯t detect the smell, it was definitely not a good thing for people to stay in such an environment for too long. Even if the zombie virus didn¡¯t spread through the respiratory system, Bick was still afraid that too many corpses would be exposed to the sun and cause a plague. ¡°Now, I need to find a safe environment and take a good rest. Otherwise, even if my body can take it, but my mind can¡¯t!¡± Muttering to himself, Bick decided to follow the route of the zombies in his memory and return to the gas station where he met the search team. On one hand, the search team¡¯s activity was definitely not far from the survivor base. No matter what, it would be safer there. On the other hand, Bick had sworn that if he could survive, he would definitely teach those who cheated him a lesson. Under the scorching sun, he followed his memory to return to the gas station. The place was already empty. Bick did not want to waste time searching the place that had been cleaned up by the search team. Those b * stards would definitely not leave anything useful behind. Anyway, the system still provided four or five mcdonald¡¯s packages, so there was no shortage of food and water in the short term. ¡°It seems that those b * stards left in that direction? ¡°Bick carefully recalled the direction that the search team left that day and continued to search. Along the way, the sky was filled with yellow sand and the scorching sun. Even though he was hugging his head with his T-shirt, he still felt that his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were filled with sand. There wasn¡¯t a single pedestrian or zombie on the road. It seemed that other than the damn sand, there was only Bick. ¡°Damn it, am I hallucinating from the heat stroke? Or is it my good luck?¡± Bick looked at a sand dune more than 20 meters away and couldn¡¯t help but widen his eyes. Chapter 5 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Long ago, he had noticed a human-shaped object lying there motionless. Bick had thought that it was a zombie corpse or a human corpse, but as he got closer, he found that the chest of the human-shaped object was still rising and falling. ¡°Alive?¡± Bick took out a long spear and a machete from the system space and carefully approached it. If it was a trap set by zombies or other survivors, he would teach them a lesson and let them know how powerful Bick was. Bick poked at their stomach with his spear. From the touch, it didn¡¯t feel like a zombie. The skin of those zombies didn¡¯t have any elasticity. If they couldn¡¯t control the strength of their rotten skin, even if the spear didn¡¯t have a bayonet, it would still stab into their stomach. Raising his spear, he looked around cautiously, but didn¡¯t see any survivors lying in ambush. It seemed that this wasn¡¯t a trap. It couldn¡¯t be said that Bick was too careful. After all, the first batch of survivors he met after coming to this world almost killed him. From then on, his trust in the remaining humans in this world would naturally be reduced. Who knew how much time had passed since the apocalypse began, and what kind of apocalyptic culture the surviving humans in this world had developed. Perhaps, Bick had only met a very small number of people who behaved badly. In this god-forsaken world, there were still some kind-hearted survivors. However, Bick did not dare to continue gambling with his own life. First, he would treat these survivors as the search party that he had met that day. Then, he would slowly discover their beauty. If he thought too highly of them, he might not have a second chance to discover that they were broken. The humanoid object that seemed to have been stabbed twice by the muzzle of the long spear did not feel very comfortable. It had already fallen into a semi-unconscious state. Suddenly, it opened its eyes. Bick was shocked. Its eyes were full of threats and the desire to fight, as if they were cats that had invaded its territory. Its head and face were covered with clothes just like Bick¡¯s, only its eyes were exposed. This was the most common style of dress in the desert, which was sun-proof and wind-proof. Therefore, Bick couldn¡¯t see its appearance, but judging from its eyes, it was definitely not a person to be provoked. When he saw Bick¡¯s face more clearly, he knew that she wasn¡¯t a zombie or some other monster. His eyes were filled with pleading. Bick swore that he had never seen so many emotions in a pair of eyes before. Moreover, this change was too fast! If he hadn¡¯t been scared by her threatening eyes, Bick would have thought that what he saw just now was just an illusion. Although he couldn¡¯t see her face, Bick knew that she was definitely a beauty. It was very easy to determine her gender because even if she was lying on the sand dune, there were still two spectacular undulations under the linen robe. I can¡¯t possibly put two pieces of bread on my chest, right? Bick thought to himself and even subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth. With such big breasts, her face could really be ignored. As a young man who was full of hormones, Bick was very knowledgeable about ¡°balls.¡± Of course, it was just theoretical research. The San Fernando Valley was the source of his theory. As for actual combat, it was difficult to explain. Bick was a shameful virgin before he transmigrated. At the high school prom, he had the opportunity to lose his virginity to Jenny, who was in the class next door. Although Jenny was not a beautiful woman, she had a set of overbite. However, her well-developed body was still very attractive to Bick in high school. Unfortunately, his bad friend spoofed his sweet deal. When he remembered that he was surrounded by people and was covered in bubbles, he wanted to die. Pretty women¡¯s breasts could be categorized as ¡°Hockey,¡± ¡°Baseball,¡± and ¡°Volleyball¡±. Needless to say, Hockey was flat and stuck to the ribs. How lacking in nutrition could one be? Baseball was something that could be held in one hand. It was better than nothing. As the name suggested, volleyball was a man¡¯s gift. But the beauty in front of him was at least the size of a basketball! Moreover, the other party¡¯s pleading eyes were particularly charming. The light blue pupils were like the purest sapphire. With such a pair of beautiful eyes, it was likely that god would make her remaining facial features just as beautiful. Quietly digging the her out of the sand dune, Bick handled her like a piece of fragile porcelain. Bick swore that he had never been so cautious when he helped aunt James wash dishes and earn pocket money when he was young. Leaning against the sand dune, Bick rested the back of her head on his arm and half-carried her. Although they were separated by their clothes, Bick could still feel the elasticity of their young bodies. He could not help but bring this elasticity into the fantasy of her breasts. He really did not know how it would feel. A virgin who was full of hormones definitely could not receive any stimulation. At this moment, he held a beautiful young woman in his arms and smelled the faint feminine scent on her body, as well as the feeling when he was half-hugging her. Bick¡¯s body had a very honest change, and she also felt the fiery firmness at the first moment. That pair of blue eyes rolled her eyes charmingly, as if she was complaining about his eagerness, making the little virgin Bick very embarrassed. Opening the linen shawl that covered his head and face, Bick could not help but gasp. It was really too beautiful. There was even a faint sense of familiarity. His exquisite facial features, charming blue eyes, and his signature pair of huge breasts. Bick subconsciously blurted out, ¡°Kate Upton?¡± Kate¡¯s expression was a little puzzled. She wanted to ask something, but unfortunately, the long period of hunger and thirst made her unable to make any sound. Seeing this, Bick quickly put his other hand behind his back and took out a glass of cold coke from the system space. As he fed Kate the coke, Bic¡¯s thoughts ran wild. Kate Upton had also transmigrated? Could it be that some wormhole had been opened between the other world and this world, and people were constantly being thrown into this god-forsaken apocalyptic? Because he was too engrossed in his thoughts, Bick¡¯s action of feeding her coke was somewhat hesitant. Kate knew that the other party would give her water to drink, and she was very confident in her appearance and figure. However, she did not expect that this lone wasteland traveler would actually take out such a luxurious drink. How long had it been since she had tasted the sweet taste. The black liquid filled with bubbles was simply the most beautiful taste enjoyment in this world. The most important thing was that the drink was still cold. One had to know that this was a hot desert. To be able to sip a cold drink, even a big shot from a survival base wouldn¡¯t be able to enjoy such treatment, right? Chapter 6 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The hesitation in Bick¡¯s actions didn¡¯t make Kate feel confused. After all, such a delicious drink, even the big shots of the survivor base might not be able to get it in a year. The fact that this guy in front of her could give her a drink was already very surprising to Kate. Although, she had always been very confident in her looks and figure. Before the start of the Apocalypse War, she had been a high school cheerleader during peacetime. She had directly signed a contract with her university to become a Victoria¡¯s Secret Model. It was because of her looks that she had been brought into the sanctuary by the wealthy people who had been pursuing her during the start of the Apocalypse War, enjoying the best treatment of a frozen sanctuary. Unfortunately, the energy in the sanctuary had been exhausted and had to be activated. The frozen people woke up one by one. The outside world was not the promised land of social stability that they had imagined. Instead, it was an even crueler wasteland. There were many slave-hunting squads on the wasteland that specialized in finding shelters that had not been opened. They took advantage of the fact that the refugees inside did not know the situation outside when the shelters had just been opened to attack these young white rabbits. The rich suitor who had vowed to love her for ten thousand years actually cowardly joined the slave-hunting squads. He even wanted to send her and her sister to the bigwigs of the slave-hunting squads so that they could live a more glorious life in the slave-hunting squads. Kate desperately escaped, but her sister was taken away by the slave catchers. Later, when Kate was wandering in the wasteland, she was rescued by a strange old nun. It was under the guidance of the old nun that Kate became a lone traveler in the wasteland, stubbornly surviving in this wasteland world. She followed the news of the slave catchers all the way to the desert near the Rocky Mountains, in order to find her sister who was taken away. Who knew that she was not prepared enough for the hardships of the wasteland world and almost died here after running out of supplies. Kate was very touched by Bick¡¯s gentle treatment. After all, anyone who was pulled back from the brink of death would have a similar mentality. Originally, after being betrayed by a wealthy suitor, Kate felt that she would no longer have any expectations for men. After all, her beautiful appearance and proud figure brought her a lot of convenience, but it also made it harder for her to obtain pure feelings. However, the iced coke that Bick suddenly took out was too expensive. Bick, who had transmigrated from an extremely rich world, had also experienced hunger and thirst in the wasteland world. Unfortunately, he still lacked knowledge about the scarcity of resources in this world. This was the wasteland world where the two camps had been in a Cold War for nearly two centuries. In the end, they destroyed each other with nuclear and biological warfare. The prosperous cities in front of the station had been completely cleaned by biological and chemical weapons, and they were filled with all kinds of zombies. The factories and farms that could provide industrial and agricultural products were all taken care of by nuclear bombs. Think about World War I and World War II. Those strategic bombers that blotted out the sky were not there to bomb the soldiers. They were all throwing incendiary bombs at the industrial and agricultural areas. When the Apocalypse War started, the two camps did not only have strategic bombers. Missiles carrying nuclear and biological weapons were flying everywhere. After the war, the entire world was completely destroyed. The remaining survivors could not do anything to rebuild their homes. There was not a single piece of land in the entire world that was not contaminated. Therefore, the ice-cold Cola that Bick thought was very ordinary wasn¡¯t something that everyone could enjoy in this world. Even the ordinary drinking water that wasn¡¯t contaminated by nuclear weapons or biological weapons was something that only the higher-ups of the various survivor bases could enjoy. As for drinks like the ice-cold Cola that were filled with caffeine and sugar, unless one was a higher-ups of the major factions that had hundreds of thousands of survivors, one would never have the chance to taste them. It had to be said that Iced Cola was the best supplement for Kate, who was thirsty and hungry in the desert. She even had some signs of heat stroke. The cold and refreshing carbonated drink was full of carbon dioxide, which could take away the heat very quickly and alleviate the signs of heat stroke very well. In addition to the sugar and caffeine in the cola, the effect was even more obvious. Especially for the people born and raised in the wasteland of the end of the world, even the most basic diet could not be guaranteed. The resistance to caffeine was simply extremely low. Just like the people of Europe who had their first taste of tea, the central nervous system immediately became addicted to the stimulation of caffeine. And the role of sugar in times of material scarcity was simply unimaginably important for people who lived in a world rich in material resources. After downing a large glass of iced coke and even chewing and swallowing the ice inside, Kate, who had just caught her breath, smiled charmingly at Bick. Bick felt that there must be a hidden naked little angel in the void who had secretly shot an arrow at him and hit the bull¡¯s-eye. His heart was about to melt. The desert under the scorching sun seemed to have instantly turned into a bright and beautiful garden of Eden in spring. Hundreds of flowers bloomed and the spring breeze blew across his face. Bick, who was in his first love, felt that the air had turned pink and was filled with an ambiguous smell. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that I, Bick, can combine theory with practice today? To be able to take off the shameful virginity hat on such a beautiful woman, it¡¯s definitely not a loss!¡± Bick, who was indulging in his fantasies, thought, he completely ignored the similarity between this beautiful woman and the world-class sexy model from another world. It could only be said that when a man¡¯s sperm entered his brain, the only thing he could focus on was mating, and everything else had to be moved aside. Unfortunately, Bick still did not understand the wasteland world well enough. There were no simple people who could survive in such a cruel world. Moreover, a woman who could become a loner in such a world, or a beauty with a body and looks that defied nature, was definitely not a vase that relied on a man. That¡¯s right, Kate was very moved and very grateful, but she would not easily hand her fate over to another man. Looking at Bick, who was dazzled by her smile, Kate did not hesitate to grab his arm. ¡°No way? So enthusiastic! I¡¯m still not ready!¡± Bick could not react at this time. His mind was filled with all kinds of footage from the San Fernando Valley. ¡°Poof!¡± Bick¡¯s entire view suddenly shifted 360 degrees, and he fell to the ground without understanding the situation. Kate threw him over the shoulder cleanly, then used her knee to push against Bick¡¯s back, and used her other hand to grab the shawl and tie him up. Although the sand dune had good shock absorption and did not cause much damage to Bick, the psychological blow was too great. Who would have thought that a girl with such a hot figure, such a youthful face, and such charming eyes would turn out to be a thorny rose? Chapter 7 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Bick, who was tied up, kept cursing himself in his heart. I¡¯ve long known that this is a wasteland that completely obeys the laws of the dark forest, and I¡¯ve vowed not to be a good person anymore. Why am I so obsessed with beautiful women? Now I¡¯m done for!¡± He had long abandoned that little pink fantasy of his. No matter how much sperm entered his brain, he would wake up at this time. However, the way this beauty that highly resembled Kate Upon from the other world tied him up seemed very familiar. It had appeared in many of the San Fernando Valley movies that Bick had seen. Unfortunately, most of the people tied up in those movies were female leads! Until Bick was tied up firmly enough, Kate could not believe that it would be so easy. The guy in front of her looked quite strong, but she did not expect him to be so weak. After being stunned for a moment, Kate began to carefully search Bick. Looking at the two small, soft hands continuously moving around his body, Bick had the urge to cry. This girl was really too careful, she did not even go easy on the private parts. And because it was easier to hide things here, he was given special care, and his groins were searched very carefully. Looking at the soft hands fiddling with his little caterpillar for a long time, Bick was so ashamed that his blood surged again. Although he knew that this wasn¡¯t the time to think about those things, his body was very well-behaved. After all, a virgin couldn¡¯t afford to be hurt. Sometimes, if the pants were worn too tightly, it would be inexplicably hard. Not to mention, being skillfully tied up by a great beauty and then fiddled with his lower body. If it wasn¡¯t hard, then it would be strange! Especially when Bick saw the beautiful woman licking his tongue while staring at him? Bick¡¯s little brother was so bloodshot that he almost shot a blank. However, immediately after, Bick felt a chill in his heart. He didn¡¯t think that the beautiful woman in front of him was suddenly on a whim and wanted to have sex with him. And just like in the movies he had seen before, lick the corner of her mouth and gave him a gentle and skilled oral sex. The person who had searched him just now was definitely looking for food and water. It was definitely not to take advantage of him. If their identities were switched, the possibility of taking advantage of him would be higher. ¡°What should I do? What should I do? She can¡¯t find any food. Would she eat me?¡± Bick broke out in cold sweat. His heart was filled with all kinds of horrible scenes. It should be known that the world Bick lived in before he transmigrated was still peaceful. The world was also rich in resources. At the very least, most of the people in most regions could fill their stomachs. However, even so, there were still perverts who liked to eat human flesh. In some primitive forests and islands, there were still cannibals living there. Now, in this post-apocalyptic wasteland, there would probably be more people who would eat human flesh, right? Bick actually still had food. Not to mention the ten Mcdonald¡¯s meals he had gotten from signing up these past few days, he still had five or six left after activating the system for the first time. However, these meals were all in the system space. On one hand, it was a long journey in the desert, so he would have less weight on his body. People who had traveled on foot should have this kind of common sense. On the other hand, the system space could maintain the state of an object. No matter when a hamburger or french fries were taken out from the system space, they would be steaming hot, as if they had just come out of the pot. As for iced Coke, it was better preserved in the system space than in the freezer. Not only was the temperature constant, the carbon dioxide in it would not run away. Drinking it at any time was the best taste. Moreover, the system space was infinite. No matter how many things could be put in it. The only problem was that the items that could not be signed in could not be put in. However, this also solved too many problems for Bick. After all, he could sign in every day, and the number of things he could get was not certain. For example, if he did not have the system space for ten Mcdonald¡¯s packages, it would be difficult for Bick to bring them across the desert. With such a useful system space, there was naturally no reason for Bick to bring any food and water with him. But, what should he do now? If the beauty in front of him didn¡¯t find any food and water on him, would she be so thirsty that she would skin him and break his bones? Drink human blood, eat human flesh, and so on. Speaking of which, being eaten by such a beautiful woman, would feel just as bad as being eaten by a zombie. Bick¡¯s death plan was to wait until he was 70 or 80 years old. He would be surrounded by his children, grandchildren, and even lay on the velvet bed with his eyes closed. He would be able to accept any accidents that happened to him in his 40s or 50s, or he would die in a hospital bed due to a sudden illness. Then, he would be held a standard funeral by the priest and buried on the Cross Tombstone. Among all the ways of death, being eaten was definitely not included. No matter if it was a beauty, a zombie, or some other random thing, it would not go into anyone¡¯s stomach. ¡°Is this how you treat your savior? I saved you out of kindness, but in the end, you repaid my kindness with enmity and tied me up?¡± Bick¡¯s tone was full of resentment. If this beautiful woman really wanted to eat him up, then he wouldn¡¯t be able to defend himself now. He could only use his words to gain some moral advantage. Although, talking about morality in the wasteland world was a bit extravagant. Bick also made a heavy note in his heart. In the future, no matter what, he couldn¡¯t let down his guard even a little. As expected, Bick discovered that the beautiful angel-like woman in front of him didn¡¯t have any change in expression. There wasn¡¯t any guilt or embarrassment. In fact, when Kate realized that Bick did not have any food or water on him, she was already shocked. Did this guy really use the last of his water to save her? Or was it that rare ice-cold drink that was very precious in the wasteland. It would be fake if she was not moved, but Kate did not want to let her emotions out. Moreover, Kate had not tasted that drink even before the start of the Apocalypse War. She was very sure of this. After all, such a unique and beautiful taste would never be forgotten. Before the Apocalypse War, Kate had only been born into a middle-class family. However, with her looks, there was no shortage of wealthy suitors. After she signed on as a Victoria¡¯s Secret Model, she had attended many big events. However, she had never drunk such a drink before. This could only be explained as this drink was invented on the wasteland after the end of the World War. And to be able to invest manpower and material resources to develop a new drink while the majority of people were still struggling to survive. What kind of powerful force would be able to do this? At the very least, such a force would definitely not lack food and drink. Moreover, they would be able to maintain stability in the wasteland where mutated beasts and zombies roamed freely! Perhaps, he was from the legendary Northern Federation, and heard that there was a very powerful force there, and that it could maintain stability and prosperity. Perhaps, he could use this guy to help him find his sister? Thinking of this, Kate asked tentatively, ¡°Are you a noble of the Northern Federation?¡± Chapter 8 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°Northern Federation? Noble? !¡± Bick¡¯s expression was a little dull. Bick was not unfamiliar with the terms ¡®federation¡¯ and ¡®nobility.¡¯ In his previous life, the country he lived in was the presidential republic. Each state voluntarily joined to become a federal republic. However, in a political system like the federation, there was no such class as the nobility However, Bick had some understanding of the nobility that was unique to a constitutional monarchy. Pierre de Martin, who owned a car repair shop at the end of the street. His grandfather, Martin Jerry, claimed to be a French noble. During the Bourbon dynasty, his family also owned castles and manors. He often told Bick and the others about the aristocracy of Europa. How could this inexplicable world of doomsday wasteland connect the federal government with the aristocrats. Thinking about the zombies wandering around the world, it seemed that no matter how strange the government was, there was nothing to be surprised about. Perhaps, the survivors on the wasteland felt that such a combination was more suitable for them. Although Bick didn¡¯t admit it immediately and asked a strange question back, Kate felt that she had seen through it. For a moment, her cold expression became a little smug. She thought to herself, ¡®these noble children are really full of themselves. They secretly went out to travel alone. Fortunately, they met a kinder person like me. Otherwise, they would have been eaten clean by zombies. It would have been even worse if they had met nuclear mutated humans or mutated beasts. Even if they were other survivors, which one of them would be easy to talk to? However¡­ if I can use him to contact the nobles of the Northern Federation, maybe they can help me find my sister!¡± Of course, on the surface, Kate still had a cold face. She shook off the linen robe on her body. She took out a strange-looking whip from somewhere and put it on the sand beside Bick. ¡°Tell me, are you a noble of the Northern Federation?¡± Looking at the clothes under Kate¡¯s robe, Bic¡¯s nose almost bled. A brown bra made of an unknown animal skin was tightly stretched on the her two majestic breasts. It seemed like it could not hold on at any time and was about to break free from the restraint. The lower body was a khaki-colored tight-fitting overalls that cut off the trouser legs. It barely held the other party¡¯s two muscular long legs and a round and elastic buttocks. The most important thing was that the small leather whip that Kate took out was too regal. ¡°Gulp!¡± He swallowed hard. Bick felt that if he were in a different environment, this would be too tempting, right? Thinking of this, Bick despised himself in his heart. ¡®what time is it already? Why are you still thinking about these things? Who else would have strange thoughts at this time? However, why do I feel that my pants are a little tight¡­¡¯ Kate, who had been struggling alone in the wasteland world for three years, was still a little puzzled at first about Bick¡¯s reaction. Was there anything wrong with her body? The breastplate on her upper body was made of the toughest fur on the heart of the mutated brown bear. It could resist the shooting of kinetic energy weapons from a hundred yards away. Ordinary cold weapons, such as bows, arrows, knives, and spears, were even harder to break through. What was especially rare was that this fur was warm in winter and cool in summer. It was very breathable. In a large-scale survivor base, it was a valuable item that had no market. He had taken out the harvest from two years of traveling around the wasteland. The total price was close to 1,000 energy points to exchange for such a small piece. It could only be made into a chest armor. The overalls on his lower body were also the harvest from a major faction¡¯s surprise attack on a large city. These were pants that were produced in front of the station. Also, could this fellow, who seemed to be a descendant of a noble, not recognize that the whip in his hand was a mix of the purple-blue thorns that grew around the nuclear crater and the skin of the mutated python? The purple-blue thorns were covered in tiny barbs. In addition to the mutated Python¡¯s tiny scales, such a whip was the favorite of the slave-capturing team to teach disobedient slaves a lesson. However, the doubts quickly disappeared. Kate immediately realized that this fellow was lustful. After all, before the war, Kate was a Victoria¡¯s Secret Model that was popular all over the world. How could she not understand the thoughts of these smelly men. Thinking of this, she could not help but find it funny. He was really a noble child who did not know the hardships of the world. At this time, he still had the mood to think about those things? Could it be that he felt that she did not dare to do anything to him? ! ¡°You¡¯d better cooperate and tell me your background clearly. Otherwise, I don¡¯t mind giving you a whip on your handsome face.¡±Kate stepped on the sand dune on the side of Bick¡¯s face in an indecent manner, trying to make a vicious threat. A drop of cold sweat dripped down from Bick¡¯s face. He could tell that the beauty in front of him was not joking. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and asked with a stutter, ¡°What do you want to know?¡± ¡°Name!¡± A trace of pride flashed across Kate¡¯s eyes, and she continued to ask coldly. ¡°Bick, Bick William. Twenty-two years old this year. My parents passed away when I was very young. I¡¯ve been living at my aunt¡¯s house, I¡­¡± Bick chose to tell the truth about his background, only omitting the fact of transmigration. No matter what, Bick would never tell anyone about transmigration and the system. And this kind of narration only made Kate more certain of Bick¡¯s noble identity. That was because she listened carefully to Bick¡¯s story and observed his expression. She did not see any signs of lying. At least there was seventy to eighty percent credibility in these words. Of course, there was still some concealment. It was probably related to his noble identity, right? From Bick¡¯s words, Kate discovered that this guy did not enjoy the cold sanctuary before the war. Therefore, she could confirm that Bick was born after the war. It had been almost a century since the Apocalypse War began. To be born after the war and still be able to live so comfortably and even receive a systematic education, if that was not being a noble, then what was? Currently, in Kate¡¯s understanding, other than the Northern Federation, there was no other major force that could provide such a stable and prosperous life. Yes, in Kate¡¯s opinion, the life path that Bick spoke of could only be described as prosperous. Although, before his transmigration, Bick was only an orphan living in the Los Angeles slums. His high school and university were in community schools. But to be able to eat well, wear warm clothes, and receive an education, in Kate¡¯s eyes, was the treatment that only the nobles of major power could receive. As for the problem of security in the slums that Bick described. In Kate¡¯s eyes, that was already very stable. The fact that the wasteland world could be free from the harassment of zombies and the invasion of mutated beasts, and that there would occasionally be people who pulled out their guns at each other, was a sign of good security. Especially from Bick¡¯s words, Kate heard the existence of the security department. Bick found that as he narrated, the violent beauty in front of him became more and more relaxed. Although he did not understand what was going on, Bick knew that his life seemed to be saved. As for what she was thinking, it was not something he could control. After all, what he said was the truth. He only hid the transmigration and the system. Chapter 9 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°You¡¯re very naughty. Even though you didn¡¯t lie to me, there are a lot of secrets in your words. It seems that if I don¡¯t teach You a lesson, you won¡¯t be honest.¡± Kate narrowed her eyes, she tried her best to put on a fierce look and shook the whip in her hand until it cracked. ¡°No, you can¡¯t treat me like this. After all, I was the one who saved you from dying. How can you repay kindness with enmity!¡± Bick didn¡¯t want to experience the feeling of being whipped. He wasn¡¯t a masochist. As for saying that he would rather die than tell him about the part about the transmigration and the system that he had hidden. However, at this moment, he could only swear in his heart that if he didn¡¯t die today, he would return the favor sooner or later. He would also tie up this little slut in front of him and whip her for three days and three nights. Kate saw that Bick¡¯s attitude was so resolute that he wouldn¡¯t admit his identity as a noble even if he was beaten to death. She didn¡¯t have any good ideas for the time being. After all, she wanted to use his power to help her find the slave-hunting team that took her sister and rescue her. She did not want to start a feud with a Northern Federation Noble. Provoking a Northern Federation noble in the Wasteland World was not a wise move. If this little guy in front of her was a civil noble with a ¡°DE¡± in his surname, it would be fine. But if it was a military noble with a ¡°VON¡± in his surname.., thinking about those nobles who had to conquer at least a second order mutated beast before they could be granted the title of military noble, Kate felt cold sweat dripping down her back, and her mouth was dry. She picked up the Mcdonald¡¯s Cola paper cup that had long been drained, and subconsciously emptied it into her mouth. Kate, who had drunk a mouthful of air, looked at the paper cup in her hand with some embarrassment, she changed the topic without batting an eyelid. ¡°Perhaps there is something wrong with me, but only with a basic understanding of each other can we get along better. After all, there are only two normal humans in this desert, you and me.¡± Bick secretly curled his lips and did not answer Kate¡¯s question. Couldn¡¯t they be more gentle if they knew each other better? Why did they have to throw themselves over their shoulders and then tie them up to ask with a whip? If they were in a different place, he wouldn¡¯t mind. ¡°Alright, Alright. Since you¡¯ve already introduced yourself, I won¡¯t let you suffer a loss. Let me introduce myself. ¡°My name is Kate. Smith, not Upton. Perhaps you¡¯ve met someone who looks a lot like me. Her name is Kate. A lady named Upton. I¡¯d like to get to know her when I have the chance. I should be 118 or 120 years old this year. Who knows, the damned wasteland world, whether there¡¯s a new year or Christmas!¡± Kate shrugged, she made a very perfunctory self-introduction. He had long guessed that Kate wasn¡¯t a famous model from another world. After all, the Kate from Bick¡¯s world couldn¡¯t easily throw herself over the shoulder. However, when he heard Kate introduce herself as being more than 100 years old, Bick¡¯s mouth was still wide open in shock. ¡°Don¡¯t look at me like I¡¯m a monster. I didn¡¯t undergo nuclear transformation, and I¡¯m not a product of any biological warfare. Have you heard of the frozen sanctuary? During the Apocalypse War, I entered the frozen sanctuary. The sanctuary only opened three years ago. I was 20 years old before I stood, and I was frozen for about 100 years. In addition to the next three years or so, I was basically between 118 and 120 years old. It seemed that she was very sensitive to age, Kate immediately waved her hands excitedly and tried her best to explain. Bick muttered to himself, ¡°Even if she was frozen for 100 years, she¡¯s still one or two years older than me, old woman!¡± The corners of Kate¡¯s eyes twitched uncontrollably. If she didn¡¯t have a trace of rationality, she really wanted to beat this reckless guy to death. Seeing that Kate was furious but didn¡¯t move on him, Bick heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. The reason why he had provoked this violent woman in front of him was to confirm his guess. It seemed that Kate in front of him had a wild imagination, fantasizing that he was a noble of some big force, perhaps the Northern Federation. Having just transmigrated for more than a week, how would Bick know what kind of force the Northern Federation was, and what exactly was going on with the nobles. In any case, they were all just wild guesses by the other party. He did not say that he was the one, so he could not be blamed for guessing wrongly. Moreover, Kate seemed to be very afraid of her identity as a noble, so she seemed to be able to make up for her mistakes. As expected, being called an old woman, Kate also endured this. Kate took a deep breath and changed the topic again. She continued to dwell on the issue of age. She was afraid that she would be angered to death. Raising the Mcdonald¡¯s Cola cup in her hand, Kate struggled to spell the word: ¡°Coca-Cola, is that how you spell it? Where did you get it? How can you stay cool in this weather?¡± Listening to Kate¡¯s pronunciation, it seemed that she had never spelled the word. It seemed that there was no coca-cola company in this world. This made him feel awkward for a moment. The coca-cola was provided by the system. It was very common and very ordinary in his previous life. However, who knew what the history of this world was like. As for preserving the coolness and texture, of course, it was also thanks to the system space. If he wanted to explain it clearly, the transmigration and the system could not be kept secret. Bick pondered for a moment and said in an impatient and mysterious tone, ¡°You¡¯d better not ask too many questions. It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to tell you, but it¡¯s not good for you and me if you know.¡± As expected, Bick¡¯s words caused Kate¡¯s expression to become hesitant once again. She knew that regardless of whether it was the rich before the war or the important figures of the survivor base that developed after the war, they were not people with good tempers. Furthermore, they had many secrets that were unique to them. As for the Northern Federation, such a huge power in the wasteland, their nobles were even more mysterious. The outside world only knew that the Northern Federation¡¯s nobles were divided into military and civilian aristocrats. As the name implied, military aristocrats could not be awarded without military merits, and they had to kill at least one type 2 mutant beast, the outside world would not know much about it. Perhaps, this kind of drink had to do with the secrets of the nobles? Seeing Kate¡¯s hesitation, Bick continued to raise the stakes, he said in a seductive tone, ¡°Don¡¯t continue to ask about my origin and the origin of the thing I took out. It¡¯s not a good thing to know too much. Just think of meeting me as a gift from God. In this desert, you, who is about to die of thirst, was found by me. It just so happens that I still have a drink, so I saved you.¡± ¡°A gift from God?¡± Kate murmured in a daze. Someone had said something similar to her. That was what she said after she was rescued by an old nun when she was escaping from the slave-hunting team. ¡°Yes, a gift from God!¡± Bick said with certainty. ¡°You seem to be living a difficult life. Maybe you can help me with my work. I was stranded here for certain reasons. You can see that I am also in a terrible situation. However, I can get various supplies through my own channels. How about you work for me and I¡¯ll pay you for it?¡± Chapter 10 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°Work for you?¡± Kate was stunned at first, then she looked up and down at Bick with a half-smile, especially the bulge between his legs. After a long while, she asked sweetly, ¡°Then, what kind of service do you want me to provide you?¡± Although Kate¡¯s voice was very charming, there was not a trace of a smile in her eyes. She was even like a cat that was about to hunt its prey. Her pupils contracted slightly, and the small whip in her hand also tightened a little. Under Kate¡¯s gaze, Bick felt uncomfortable all over. His body, which was tightly bound, squirmed uneasily twice. He said in a very ignorant manner, ¡°Of course it¡¯s the tour guide work and part-time protection. I¡¯m not familiar with this desert at all. It¡¯s very dangerous to randomly bump into someone. Moreover, since you were able to defeat me so cleanly, I think you¡¯re also qualified to be a guard.¡± ¡°Humph!¡± Kate snorted coldly and put away the whip in her hand. Seeing this, Bick heaved a sigh of relief. When he was swept by Kate¡¯s gaze and heard her extremely tempting question, he almost told her what he was thinking. Fortunately! Fortunately, his desire to survive was still strong. When he sensed that something was wrong, he changed his words in time. ¡°It¡¯s not impossible, but¡­ What kind of reward can you pay?¡± Kate wanted to establish a connection with a noble son like Bick, so she naturally went with the flow. However, Kate, who knew a man¡¯s character very well, knew very well that a moderate amount of reserve was very important. If the other party showed the slightest intention to recruit him, he would be impatient. It would be very difficult for him to be placed in an important position in the noble forces that Bick belonged to. Bick hesitated when he was asked. He did not know what the common currency in this world was. Thinking about it, in the wasteland world, Franklin probably did not have much purchasing power. Its function was probably not even as good as a roll of soft toilet paper. Gold, gemstones, and the like, he did not know if they were still valuable. Even if these things were still valuable, he did not have them! ¡°Iodine, enzymes, food, water, weapons, equipment, energy points, nutrients¡­ these are all fine.¡± Kate directly said a lot of things that could be used as a reward, but most of them could not be understood by Bick. For example, iodine, enzymes, and so on. In his previous life, there were similar terms, but he did not know if the things in the wasteland world were the same. As for food and water, it was easy to understand, but the scope was too broad. What kind of food and water? The potatoes that had just been dug up from the ground and the fries that had been fried from Mcdonald¡¯s were food, not to mention the delicacies that were meticulously cooked by the Michelin chef. The difference in value was a little too big. Seeing that Bick¡¯s expression was not quite right, Kate also paused in embarrassment. Then she hesitated and said, ¡°If it was the Coca-Cola that you just gave me, then one month¡­ No, one cup a week would be enough.¡± After saying that, Kate stared at Bick¡¯s expression and observed it. Seeing that he was completely dumbfounded, she changed her words again and said, ¡°Alright, alright, one cup a month will do. It can¡¯t be any less!¡± Actually, Kate really asked for a high price. She also knew that she did not do it very well. Especially since Bick was still tied up by her, this kind of salary and treatment was indeed very threatening. However, Kate needed a lot of money. If she wanted to get her sister back, she needed capital. On the one hand, relying on Bick was the worst-case scenario. It was of course the best to be able to buy her sister back from the slave catchers with money. Bic was completely stunned. A glass of coke a week could hire a beautiful woman like Kate to be his guide and part-time escort? Well, it wasn¡¯t a weekly coke but a monthly salary now. He didn¡¯t think that the price was too high, it was simply too cheap. If a beautiful woman like Kate appeared in a bar in the world before she transmigrated, there would probably be many people who would treat her to the most expensive cocktail. But now, as long as she could get a free refill of a coke at Mcdonald¡¯s, she could be hired for a month. ¡°You have to get used to it. You are already a mature wasteland traveler. You have to get used to the madness of this world,¡± Bick kept reminding himself in his heart. He gritted his teeth hard, and his face was a little ferocious. He was afraid that he could not control himself and would directly laugh out loud. He calculated the remaining mcdonald¡¯s packages in his space. If worst came to worst, he would support hamburgers and French fries in the future. He would give all the coke to Kate. One glass a month. Even if she couldn¡¯t get a coke after signing up, she could still pay Kate five months¡¯salary. ¡°Deal, Deal!¡± Bick squeezed out this word through his teeth with difficulty. He felt that he was too black-hearted. ¡°Thank, thank you!¡± On the contrary, Kate was really touched. Looking at BIC¡¯s appearance, he must be very heartbroken, right? However, for the sake of her sister, there was nothing she could do. At worst, she could just work harder and try her best to protect this little weakling¡¯s safety. ¡°So now, can you help your employer untie the ropes?¡± Bick felt that his hands and feet were tied up, and he wriggled on the ground twice. Hearing that, Kate hurriedly went forward to untie the ropes on Bick¡¯s body. After stretching his hands and feet, Bick pretended to go to the other side of the sand dune and took out a solar-powered beach car from the system space. There was food and water on it. Seeing this 80-90% new beach car, Kate was even more convinced that Bick¡¯s identity was priceless. The colorful paint was utterly unconcealed, and the naked body of the car did not take defense into consideration at all. Cars were hard to find in the wasteland world, mainly because of the lack of energy. The value of gasoline and electricity were almost the same as weapons, ammunition, and food. All the cars that could be driven would try their best to disguise and defend themselves. For example, the beach car that Bick drove was unimaginable. Bick didn¡¯t think much of Kate¡¯s shock. Before he transmigrated, he worked at Santa Monica Beach. His main job was to clean up the garbage on the beach. The beach car that he drove at that time was similar to this one. It was a tourist attraction. The cars driven by the garbage workers were all painted in colorful colors, but it couldn¡¯t hide the fact that it was a garbage truck. The solar power provided the power. Although it was a four-wheel drive, it could only run 10 kilometers per hour, which was not much faster than jogging. The main reason was that he was afraid of bumping into the crowds of tourists while working on the beach. The space at the back of the car was made into a garbage bin, and the driver¡¯s seat in front barely fit a person. Before the crossing, Bick had often complained about this broken-down car. After signing in today, Bick would rather continue to walk than drive it. After all, it would bring back bad memories from when he was working. But now, it was different. The crowded seat was almost tailored for Bick. Looking at Kate¡¯s hot figure, one could understand why he took out this car after going to the sand dune. Chapter 11 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Although he despised the concealment and defense of this beach car, it was already good enough to have a transportation tool in the desert. In the desert, physical strength was very precious. Moreover, the trash can at the back was used to store supplies. Bick didn¡¯t want to take supplies from his body every day for no reason. Regarding the secrets of the system, he was prepared to bring it into the coffin. During the few days when he slaughtered the zombies in the crevice of the giant rock, Bick didn¡¯t forget to check in. This was his biggest reliance in the wasteland world. Even if he forgot to eat and drink, he wouldn¡¯t forget this. Unfortunately, the things he got after checking in were far less good than the first time. Anyway, Bick felt that it wasn¡¯t of much use. The reward for checking in the next day was medieval black bread in tons, and it was the most authentic black bread. It had a sour taste, a hard texture, and a dark color. Bic took a bite and put them in the system space. He didn¡¯t want to look at them anymore. Bread was a food. Other than water and flour, shouldn¡¯t they add milk powder, sugar, honey, butter, and other accessories? Bic wasn¡¯t picky about the taste of bread. He could accept all of the above. But what the hell, that was sawdust! And it was at least half of it. Was it bread or wood? Although the food in the wasteland world was precious, Bick still swore that he would never eat it again. If the next day¡¯s signing was acceptable, even if he did not eat it, it would be good to sell it in tonnage units. No matter what, it was a free check-in, so it would sell a little. However, the third day¡¯s check-in reward was sanitary napkins! And it was a full container of sanitary napkins. There were all kinds of models. What ultra-thin, night-use, sports-type.. At that time, Bick was completely devastated. Why would a man like him want this thing? On the fourth day, the system finally returned to normal and gave two containers of World War I military luncheon meat cans. To Bick, this thing was like medieval black bread. He had watched a documentary on the internet and knew that during World War I, many black-hearted businessmen used all kinds of strange things to make luncheon meat. Animal viscera and starch were considered good, and some even used rats to replace the internal organs. Therefore, Bic did not eat this thing. Who knew what the contents of this batch of canned food were. Of course, it could also be said that Bick wasn¡¯t well-educated about hunger. After all, he had only been hungry for a few days in the wasteland world when the check-in system was activated. He could use the Mcdonald¡¯s package. The check-in on the sixth day wasn¡¯t bad. It was Pepsi¡¯s Aquafina drinking water. It was a standard 600ML bottle, and there were two containers piled up in boxes. Before he transmigrated, Bic often drank this brand, so there was nothing wrong and he was used to it. And the day he met Kate was the first weekly sign-up. The system actually sent Bick the beach buggy that he drove when he was working at Santa Monica Beach before he transmigrated. Speaking of which, Bick would rather the system send him the 67 impala he bought after graduating from university. Even though that old buddy of his was weak and always stalled when it drove, Bick still felt that it was more reliable than a beach buggy that could only run at 10 kilometers per hour. However, thinking about the terrain of the desert, it was better not to drive the impala. ¡°Hey, beauty, do you want to go for a ride together?¡± Initially, Bick was not interested in this beach buggy, but when he saw Kate¡¯s dumbfounded look, he immediately became happy again. He flirtatiously brushed his hair and issued an invitation to Kate. ¡°Boring noble children!¡± Kate complained in her heart. She rolled her eyes and wanted to go to the garbage bin behind the beach buggy. ¡°Oh, my God, these, these are all yours?¡± Kate was dumbfounded when she saw the supplies piled up in the trunk. Bread, canned luncheon meat, bottled water, and a big bag of sanitary napkins! How long had it been since she had eaten food other than nutritional supplements? Sanitary napkins were a female essential item. She had never seen them since she came out of the sanctuary. As for how to deal with the monthly menstrual period, it was a long story. ¡°There are no more seats at the back. I think you should come to the driver¡¯s seat. The two of us can squeeze in together.¡± Bick would never admit that he had deliberately stuffed the trunk so full. After all, his system space had unlimited capacity. Food and water were still inside. It was far better than taking them out and putting them in the carriage. ¡°These, these are your supplies?¡± Kate¡¯s eyes were red, and she even swallowed her saliva in an unsightly manner. ¡°Of course, they¡¯re yours now. Please enjoy them to your heart¡¯s content.¡± It was only then that Bick remembered that Kate had only drank half a glass of iced coke. She must still be very hungry now. Anyway, she wouldn¡¯t eat these things herself, and the other party was her own employee. If Kate ate her fill, she would be able to serve herself better. Hearing Bick¡¯s words, Kate couldn¡¯t hold it in any longer. She wolfed down the black bread. In Bick¡¯s eyes, the black bread was as hard as an oak stake, but Kate ate it easily. Bick felt that his teeth were a little sore. After looking at it for a while, he even vaguely felt that maybe the black bread wasn¡¯t that bad? He subconsciously took a piece to his mouth, but it still almost broke his teeth. The bits that he chewed off were still filled with the smell of sawdust and the sour taste that hadn¡¯t been fully fermented. The canned luncheon meat that was full of spices and starch was so good made Kate want to swallow her tongue. Finally, she drank a bottle of Aquafina and burped happily. ¡°If, I mean if, I can pack a meal like this every day, we can still talk about the monthly salary.¡± Kate had already noticed when she ate that these foods were not contaminated by nuclear radiation and there were no biochemical residues. Such food would definitely be a best-seller in the wasteland world. If such food was provided every day, Kate felt that it was more convenient to sell it than a glass of coke every month. It was still very difficult to sell top-grade luxury goods like coke. Just like before the war, those top jewelers would cut up large pieces of diamonds when they got them, otherwise, they would not be able to sell them at all. If the value was too high, the market would shrink accordingly. ¡°Alright, if you like these, then it¡¯s not a problem.¡± Bick shrugged casually. If he could use black bread, luncheon meat, and bottled water to pay his salary, it would be much more convenient than coke. There were only a few cups of coke left. Who knew when he would get them the next time he checked in. The Bick system space had tons of black bread and the like. Just as the sun was about to set, the slow beach buggy arrived at a dilapidated villa area. It seemed to be a pre-war resort. Unfortunately, after the post-war survivors wiped out the area, coupled with a century of neglect, this place did not even need a set to shoot horror movies. Chapter 12 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The pitch-black asphalt road was very wide. It was the standard four-lane road. Although it had not been affected by the flames of war during the Apocalypse War, it had cracked because no one had maintained it for nearly a century after the war. All kinds of unknown plants tenaciously drilled out from the cracks in the road, greedily absorbing the blazing sunlight in the sky. It was unknown whether it was because of the radiation dust or the remains of unknown biological weapons, but the shapes and colors of those plants were very suspicious. The fluorescent green and gorgeous purple on their roots and leaves were the main colors, there were some light yellow and silver gray colors mixed in between. Some of the colors bick could not accurately spell out. Yes, each plant had several colors and shapes, and there were basically no two plants that were exactly the same. At first, Bick was very excited when he saw the plants. After all, ever since he transmigrated, his eyes were filled with yellow sand and desert. He could see different colors and sceneries. Only those who had truly crossed the desert on foot could understand it. The world was long and endless. It was as if the whole world was left with him and the flying sand. That kind of loneliness could drive people crazy. It was in this kind of loneliness that Bick was deceived by the search party. Moreover, when he first met Kate, his alertness had dropped a lot. Initially, when he saw the scenery that was different from the desert, Bick was still very excited. He even felt a sense of happiness. Unfortunately, the difference between the plants here and the ones before Bick¡¯s transmigration was too stark. If not for the fact that the buildings still looked like the original world, Gothic and Spanish style, Bick would have felt like he was in an alien planet or some magical world. The mutation of the plants caused them to grow crazily. Bick discovered that some of the trees that looked like they were more than ten meters tall were actually weeds by the roadside, sage grass, reeds, radiation dust, and the remnants of biochemical weapons, it made these plants become tall and demonic. Many villas were destroyed by the crazy growth of plants. Some of the buildings were even pushed up into the air by the thick plants. ¡°Is this the base of the survivors?¡± Bick¡¯s tone was very suspicious. When he walked out of the desert and onto the four-lane road filled with plants, he was very suspicious. There was no transition zone between the desert and the plants. Instead, there was a clear line that could be crossed in one step. On one side was the desert that was about to become desert, and on the other side were the plants that were growing crazily. Most of the asphalt road was covered by plants. On some sections of the road, Bick had to get out of the car and use his machete to clean up the plants in order to allow the beach buggy to pass. If it was a survivor base, the road would definitely not be abandoned to such a state. The original search team had taken the gasoline with them. It could be seen that they also had vehicles to use. Under such conditions, even small beach cars were not easy to pass, let alone other gasoline-powered vehicles. When they reached the edge of the villa area, Bick¡¯s suspicion grew. No matter how he looked at it, it did not look like there were people living here. ¡°It is not a good choice to go to the survivor base now.¡± Kate smiled at Bick intentionally. ¡°When the Apocalypse War began, because this was not some industrial and agricultural area, and because it was far away from the downtown area, it was not attacked by nuclear bombs and biological weapons. After the Apocalypse War, it was searched repeatedly by the survivors. No one would pay attention to this place. ¡°Besides, there¡¯s nothing alive here other than mutated plants. It¡¯s definitely a good place to recuperate.¡± As she spoke, Kate directed Bick to park the beach buggy at a relatively complete gothic-style castle-villa. She jumped down from the cart and immediately took out two sharp daggers to stand guard. Although she had introduced this place to Bick and there were no other living creatures other than mutated plants, she was still very cautious. She didn¡¯t let down her guard just because she had been here before. While searching and moving forward, Kate said to Bick who was still sitting on the cart without turning her head, ¡°I¡¯ve been thirsty for too long and consumed too much of my stamina in the desert. I need some time to recover. Otherwise, I can¡¯t protect you well.¡± Bick understood what Kate meant. It seemed that the survivor base was not a paradise. Even if there were no zombies or mutated beasts there, it was definitely not a safe place. That was because the danger came from the covet of the same kind. Thinking about the slums that Kate grew up in before she traveled through the world, and how Kate treated it as a paradise for powerful nobles, it was easy to imagine what kind of lawless and chaotic place the survivor base on the wasteland was. For a moment, Bick¡¯s interest in the survivors¡¯ base was greatly reduced. However, the contempt in Kate¡¯s words towards Bic¡¯s strength made him very dissatisfied. No matter what, he was a big man, and he had slaughtered hundreds of zombies in the cracks of the giant rocks. Bick jumped down and patted the front of the beach car, ¡°Let¡¯s drive this over. You can rest in the car.¡± Kate used her dagger to clean up the plants that were wrapped around the iron gate of the villa, without looking back, she sneered. ¡°Forget it. Your car can only be used for field trips. In the wasteland, a car without defense and cover is the fattest lamb. It¡¯s the same for mutated beasts, zombies, and humans.¡± Hearing that, Bick became even more unconvinced. He took out his long spear and machete from the beach car and raised them with one hand and the other. ¡°I¡¯m not someone to be trifled with!¡± At this moment, Kate cleaned up the tangled plants on the iron door. ¡°Creak¡­¡± she pushed open the rusty iron door with force, turned around, and tilted her head at Bick, gesturing for him to drive the car in. She felt that the first time they met was because he was ambushed by Kate, at which point she threw him over her shoulder with one swing. Bick wanted to prove to her that he was not some weakling. Therefore, he was indifferent to Kate¡¯s gesture. He raised the spear and knife in his hand again with a little stubbornness. Kate shook her head in amusement. She put the two sharp daggers back into her sleeves and exercised her wrists and ankles. Bick seemed to have realized something. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently and raised his vigilance in his heart. The two of them nodded at each other tacitly, and Kate instantly started to move. Bic raised his knife with one hand and raised his long spear with the other. However, he had no choice but to stop halfway. Because Kate, who was at least six or seven meters away from him, instantly reached his side near the iron gate, and her soft little hand was already placed on his neck. Bic swore that he had already used all his strength just now and focused all his attention on Kate, but he was still subdued in an instant. If Kate was an enemy, the dagger in her hand would have cut his throat. When he saw Kate¡¯s weapons were two daggers that were only the length of her forearm, he thought it was funny. Because in Bick¡¯s eyes, other than guns, cold weapons were at least like Gurkha machetes. Only real weapons could be hacked. What could such a small short sword do. Now, Bick understood. With Kate¡¯s strength, even a dinner knife could exert great power. Chapter 13 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°H-how did you do it?¡± Bick gulped, not daring to make any excessive movements. On one hand, Kate¡¯s small hand was placed on the side of his carotid artery, as if it would tear open his throat and blood vessels in the next moment. On the other hand, Bic was shocked by Kate¡¯s speed just now. He swore that at that moment, he seemed to have seen a cheetah hunting its prey. It was just as quick, neat, and swift. It was even faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than a cheetah! Thinking back carefully, Kate¡¯s speed at that moment had directly exceeded the range of the eye. In Bick¡¯s eyes, there was a visual residue, which was in the common sense, an afterimage. ¡°Humph!¡± Kate snorted a little proudly. Then, she unceremoniously took the spear and machete from Bick¡¯s hands and fiddled with them. ¡°The weapon is not bad. It¡¯s a very strong kinetic energy weapon. This cold weapon is sharp enough!¡± While speaking, Kate brought the muzzle of the spear and the blade to her nose and sniffed it, then, she said disdainfully, ¡°Although I have to admit that you¡¯re not the kind of noble child who has never experienced actual combat, you don¡¯t think that you can survive by killing zombies on the wasteland, do you?¡± After saying that, Kate returned the spear and Machete to Bick. Bick looked at the spear and machete in his hand in confusion. He curled his lips and put them back into the car, then drove into the garden of the villa. ¡°Creak¡­¡± Kate closed the iron door and wrapped the door with the vines of the mutated plants. They finished eating and drinking on the way. The rest of the luncheon meat and iron boxes and mineral water bottles were loaded with pebbles and hung on the vines as a warning. When Kate was done with her work, Bick continued to ask. Seeing that he really didn¡¯t understand these things and wasn¡¯t trying to strike up a conversation with her, Kate began to explain. It turned out that in the wasteland world, zombies, which were mutated from biological weapons, were only a threat to humans in terms of numbers. However, as long as the strategy was right, a well-equipped team to eliminate thousands of zombies was definitely not a problem. Unfortunately, it was useless. The survivors had once gathered a large force to clear the zombie crowd in the city and prepare to return to the city. However, no matter how clean the city was, there would be zombies soon. At first, everyone thought that the high concentration of biological and chemical weapons in the city caused the survivors to mutate. Later, they found out that it wasn¡¯t the case because the thousands of survivors in the city wouldn¡¯t mutate into hundreds of thousands of zombies. The only explanation was that zombies had the ability to self-multiply. Whether it was cloning or mating, zombies were able to reproduce quickly. Humans were once in despair. Fortunately, zombies only gathered in the cities that were attacked by biological weapons and never expanded. Otherwise, earth would have been occupied by zombies long ago. Even though most of these zombies were battle-hardened trash, their absolute numbers were their greatest advantage. Besides the zombies, the mutated beasts were humanity¡¯s greatest enemies. At this point, Kate shrugged and gave Bick a knowing look. In Kate¡¯s opinion, Bick came from a noble family in the Northern Federation, so if one were to talk about the familiarity of the mutated beasts, then it would be a different story. In the entire wasteland world, who could compare to a noble family that relied on hunting mutated beasts to obtain military merits? As for Bick¡¯s lack of familiarity with zombies, it was easy to understand. The Northern Federation had long since sealed all the major cities in their territory as forbidden areas. It was not surprising that a noble like Bick had never come into contact with zombies. After thinking for a while, Bick understood what Kate meant. Although he was very curious about the mutated beasts, he did not dare to continue asking. ¡°As for my speed just now¡­ it can¡¯t be that you¡¯ve never injected a gene reagent before, right? With the amplification of the gene reagent, coupled with good training and combat experience, it¡¯s very easy,¡± Kate said nonchalantly, then, she seriously dealt with the canned luncheon meat in her hand. After two mouthfuls, only then did she raise her head to look at the confused Bick. ¡°I don¡¯t know what your family is thinking. Perhaps it¡¯s because of the death of your parents that your aunt who raised you decided to let you become a civil noble? However, you still have to understand this general knowledge about combat. No matter how good the weapons are, they are still used by humans. If, I mean if, you want to become a military noble, the gene reagent is one aspect. Systematic and perfect training is also indispensable. In addition to constantly tempering your skills and increasing your experience in combat, perhaps you can inherit the glory of your family!¡± Listening to Kate¡¯s encouragement, Bick was extremely confused. He did not know what this person had imagined again. He could only try his best to control his facial expression and pull out a stiff smile. Looking at him like this, Kate let out an indiscernible sigh. After the meal, Kate took out a watch from the pocket of her robe. ¡°Hey, catch!¡± Bick caught it in a flurry and looked at the thing in his hand. He didn¡¯t understand what Kate gave him. This thing looked like the Apple Watch from before he traveled through time. The screen was a little bigger, and the band was a lot wider. It was not just a band. There was also a relatively thin band that seemed to go around the tiger¡¯s mouth, it was used to fix it. If it was worn on the wrist, the whole watch would be like a wrist guard. The thin band around the thumb of the tiger was very good at fixing it. It would not fall off even if it was moving intensely. Seeing that Bick was staring blankly but did not wear it, Kate raised her eyebrows. She rolled up her sleeves on the web, revealing a similar-looking screen on her upper arm. ¡°I really don¡¯t know how clean the noble land you used to live in is. Don¡¯t you ever wear a personal computer to monitor your body?¡±Kate¡¯s tone was full of surprise as she stared at Bick in disbelief. After all, after the Apocalypse War, the radiation dust that was everywhere in the wasteland and the mysterious biochemical virus that remained were the natural enemies of the survivors. For someone like Bick to run around naked without mutating or turning into a zombie, it was truly a miracle. Hearing that it was a personal computer that monitored his physical condition, Bick immediately put it on his wrist. He had been worried about his physical condition for a long time. Back then, he decided to go to the survivor base. On one hand, he wanted to look for trouble with the search team that had tricked him. On the other hand, humans were social creatures after all. It was difficult to survive alone. However, more importantly, Bick wanted to see if there was a way to check his body¡¯s condition. He was not a native of the wasteland world. His body had antibodies or vaccines. In short, he had a way to fight against the radiation dust and the zombie virus. As a transmigrator, Bick did not have any antibodies in his body, nor did he have any vaccines. Now that he heard that there was a personal computer to monitor his body, Bick was naturally overjoyed. Chapter 14 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio After activating the personal computer, the screen was not an imaginary color touch screen. Instead, it was the kind of green screen that was commonly seen in old sci-fi movies. The control method was still a few big buttons protruding from the side of the screen. Originally, it was said to be a ¡°Personal computer.¡± Moreover, it was so small, exquisite, and it could monitor the body¡¯s condition. Bick was quite looking forward to the technology content of this thing. After all, in the pre-transmigration world, a personal computer terminal that could monitor the body¡¯s condition was still a concept machine. Whether it was Apple or Microsoft, their market value was tens of billions or hundreds of billions. No one had been able to develop such a personal computer to a personal level. And in the wasteland world, according to Kate, this kind of personal computer was the standard equipment for every wasteland traveler. How could one describe the feeling of anticipation? It was just like Christmas at the age of nine, full of anticipation for the Christmas dinner and presents. In the end, the aunt who worked overtime ordered pizza for everyone, and the present was a gift from her work at the mall, a Santa Claus Doll. Although the pizza was also very delicious, after all, it was usually hard to have a good meal, and the doll was also good. However, it was always a little different from the big meals and gifts that he had imagined. Now, Bick had this feeling. For a moment, Bick¡¯s mind could not help but wander. It was really a strange world. The technology was too crooked. However, it was understandable. The Cold War between the two camps in this world lasted for two centuries. In the end, they used nuclear and biological warfare to destroy each other for more than ten years. In addition, the wasteland world had developed for nearly a century after the war. In theory, the time progress of the Wasteland World should be between the 23rd and 24th centuries according to the era of the World Bick had transmigrated to. After all, no one in the wasteland world would study calendars, calculate years, months, days, and weeks. Kate¡¯s statement about the start of the Apocalypse War for nearly a century was also based on the energy consumption of the freezing shelter she was in. It was not accurate. In addition to the different historical processes and the war between the two camps, the survivors were developing again. If the technology tree was not weird compared to the world that Bick had transmigrated to, then it would be truly weird. On the way to the villa area, through small talk, Bick had heard a lot of common knowledge and anecdotes about the wasteland world from Kate. For example, gene reagents that exploited one¡¯s potential to the extreme. Cold weapons, kinetic energy weapons, and energy weapons complemented each other. Cars powered by gasoline and maglev sports cars powered by electricity and nuclear energy competed with each other in speed. Of course, when they were on the road, Bick treated all of this as a story. Now that he saw the physical object of the personal computer, he could feel the difference in technology between the two worlds. For a moment, his mind was shaken. ¡°It seems that this will be an interesting world?¡± A hint of an excited smile appeared on the corner of Bick¡¯s mouth. Seeing that Bick had turned on his personal computer and was in a daze, Kate shook her head and sighed in her heart, ¡°It¡¯s said that the children of the nobles are well-groomed. Why is this guy so useless?¡± However, since he had already boarded the ship and accepted the other party¡¯s recruitment, he could only try his best to assist. Immediately, she stepped forward to help him operate it. Only when Kate raised her wrist did Bick come back to his senses. With Kate¡¯s help, Bick quickly saw his physical condition. Muscle Strength 6.3, bone strength 5.2, mental strength * * * * , nuclear radiation infection 3% , biochemical infection 5% . Bick did not understand the specific reference to these numbers, and looked at Kate with an inquiring look. Originally, it was very impolite to casually look at other people¡¯s personal computer terminals on the wasteland. Only large-scale survivor bases would forcibly check the various passageways. Therefore, after helping Bick to pull up the data of his physical condition, Kate averted her gaze very evasively. Seeing Bick¡¯s gaze, Kate then turned her head back to look at the screen. ¡°Not bad muscle and bone strength. It¡¯s slightly higher than the standard of an adult male by 5 points.Kate¡¯s compliment was very insincere. After all, she did not want to hide this point at all. Although he was looked down upon by this hot girl, Bick did not care about this point. Compared to a person who had received gene injection and professional system training, what was there to compare? To give a simple example, they were both adults. One was a professional Navy SEAL soldier, and the other was an ordinary city white-collar worker. How could their muscle and bone strength be the same! Therefore, Bick was only happy that his muscle and bone strength were higher than the standard value of five points for an adult male. At the very least, he didn¡¯t embarrass the six billion people of his kind in the world he had transmigrated to. ¡°Your mental strength¡­ ?¡± Kate pressed a few more buttons, but the mental strength column was still a string of asterisks. Just when Bick thought that Kate would take out some tools to repair this personal computer. After all, this was a personal computer. He thought that it should be treated with the same care as the Apple 15 that maxed out its credit card before he traveled back in time? Kate looked at Bick with an inquiring gaze. Bick pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. Then, Kate gently raised Bick¡¯s left hand that was wearing the personal computer and placed it on her left hand. She raised her right hand high and under Bick¡¯s dull gaze. ¡°Clap, clap¡­¡± A series of slapping sounds continued to ring out. Kate¡¯s method of repairing electrical appliances that were not easy to use was exactly the same as her aunt¡¯s. There was only one word, ¡°Clap¡±! ¡°Oh, no, no, you can¡¯t do this. Although it¡¯s yours, it¡¯s already given to me. Please be gentle with it.¡± After being patted seven or eight times, Bick finally reacted and hurriedly pulled his hand out. Kate, this hottie, was really ruthless. Even though the PC was as thick as a cigarette box, it shook Bic¡¯s hand until it went numb. One could imagine what kind of treatment this PC had received at that moment. Kate pursed her lips. ¡°Anyway, it was taken from the hands of a pervert who attacked me at night. If it¡¯s broken, so be it.¡± Hearing that the personal computer was taken from a corpse, Bick felt the hair on his wrist stand up. As for why it was a corpse? Thinking about it, with Kate¡¯s violence, it would be difficult for the guy who attacked her at night to escape unscathed. ¡°Hah,¡± Bick exhaled on the personal computer screen, Bick carefully wiped it with his sleeve. Since it was a second-hand product of some unlucky guy, it was not a big deal to have some quality problems. However, Bick still cared about it. After all, the last two columns of his physical condition showed that the radiation exposure was 3% and the biochemical exposure was 5%. Without the personal computer to check at any time, Bick was really afraid that he would suddenly grow two heads and eight hands. Chapter 15 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Kate was just in time to let Bick hear her mutter, ¡°As expected of a noble who cherishes his life!¡± Then, she said in a normal voice, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. As long as the nuclear and biochemical contamination stay below 60% , it¡¯s very safe.¡± Soon, the two of them changed the topic. Regarding the string of asterisks behind the mental strength, both of them treated it as a personal computer malfunction. After dinner, Kate found a plant that she called ¡°Oil Vine¡± among the strange plants outside. The dark green color and the thickness of an adult¡¯s arm, together with the faint glow on the surface, always made Bick sound like a python. For cold-blooded animals like snakes, Bick had a deep fear in his bones, so he immediately hid by the wall. ¡°Do you want to just watch? It seems like you hired me as a guide and bodyguard, and the job doesn¡¯t include a maid!¡± Seeing that Bick was far away, Kate couldn¡¯t help but urge him. When Bick heard this, he also felt that it wasn¡¯t good to let Kate, a woman, do all the work. After all, he was a big man. He muttered in a low voice, ¡°It¡¯s just that they look alike, just that they look alike¡­¡± Then, he walked over in small steps. ¡°Use your machete and split it open. We¡¯ll rely on it for warmth at night!¡± After Kate finished her instructions, she went out of the villa again. When he heard that she was going to split open this oil vine that was very similar to a python, Bick subconsciously shivered. However, Kate had already gone out. Bick, who wanted to object, could only accept his fate. He picked up the machete, closed his eyes, turned his head, and started hacking randomly. The feeling after cutting was very strange. It didn¡¯t feel like he was chopping a plant at all. Instead, it felt like he was chopping meat. This made Bick open his eyes slightly and use the corner of his eyes to check. In the end, when he saw the oil vine that wouldn¡¯t move even after he had cut it open, the fear in Bick¡¯s bones immediately turned into a strange excitement. For a moment, he raised his machete and started hacking crazily. ¡°Oh, my God! I can¡¯t believe it. Do you want to chop the oil vine into stuffing and then use it to make pies?¡± He found another seven or eight fruits that looked like coconuts outside, however, they were two or three times larger than the fruit of an unknown plant. Kate was a little devastated as she looked at Bick who was hacking crazily at the oil vine. Seeing that Bick was very curious about the fruit in his hand, Kate was speechless for a long time before she sighed and said, ¡°It seems that the life of a noble is indeed good. Haven¡¯t you drank bath water before?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ bath water is also drinkable?¡± Bick was even more speechless than Kate. After Kate explained, Bick finally understood that this kind of fruit, which was very similar to a coconut, was called bath water. It was one of the usual sources of water for the wasteland visitors. As for the taste. Just by listening to its name, one would know. However, using the liquid in it to wash the body was pretty good. Kate put the oil vine into the fireplace, which had not been lit for decades. Soon, the temperature in the villa rose. The sun was blazing in the desert during the day, and the temperature was about 40 degrees Celsius. It seemed that they wanted to roast people alive into Thanksgiving turkeys. When the sun set, the temperature in the desert would drop rapidly, and soon it would break through zero degrees Celsius. If not for his strong body, which did not require the help of zombies, Bick would have been tortured to death by the temperature of ice and fire. With the fireplace and fuel, he finally did not need to rely on his shivering body to generate heat to resist the cold night. Kate split open the hard shell of the bath water and heated the liquid inside with oil vines. The two of them took a hot bath happily. For a moment, Bick was so happy that he almost cried. Although the bed was a product of nearly a century ago, it was now rotten beyond recognition. In any case, he finally didn¡¯t have to sleep on the sand in the wild anymore. With the smell of mold, Bick quickly fell asleep. The next morning, the first thing he did when he got up was to sign in. He saw that what he got was actually a container of toiletries. Bick was so happy that he jumped three feet and immediately took out a set to use. Shampoo, body wash, mouthwash, towel.. It was really complete. He even gave the men and women Cologne and perfume. In the wasteland world, there was food, drink, and a place to stay. Now, he could even wash up. Moreover, he had a beautiful woman by his side. In an instant, Bick had nothing else to ask for He didn¡¯t even want to look for trouble with his own search team. Back then, when he saw those guys find half a bucket of gasoline and some poor water, he was so excited. Let those guys slowly struggle in this wasteland. Therefore, when Kate proposed to go to the largest survivor base nearby, Free Town, on the third morning, Bick was very resistant. Seeing the change in Bick¡¯s attitude, Kate, who had other plans in mind, immediately began to tempt him. Of course, it wasn¡¯t the kind of temptation that used one¡¯s body, but something more valuable. ¡°Haven¡¯t you noticed that the numbers of nuclear and biochemical contamination shown on your personal computer have been slowly rising?¡± Hearing this, Bick immediately checked his personal computer. Sure enough, there were changes in the values of these two items. Although it was only a small change after the decimal point, they were indeed increasing. When she saw the change in Bick¡¯s expression, Kate continued to add, ¡°Don¡¯t you want to inject genetic medicine like me? You have so many good things in your hands. You can simply sell some of them to exchange for energy points that you can size up. When the time comes, you can naturally inject genetic medicine at will. You can even inject B or a types that are more advanced than the C type that I injected. When that time comes¡­¡± Bick¡¯s expression became more and more excited as he listened to Kate¡¯s description. ¡°Alright, Alright. I don¡¯t care about the gene reagent. I know that you¡¯re the one who wants to go to freedom town, but I¡¯m a gentleman. Let¡¯s set off now!¡± Bick interrupted Kate¡¯s narration. With a wave of his hand, he rushed out to start the beach car. ¡°If I were you, I wouldn¡¯t drive this. It¡¯ll be fine if none of us carry some bread and lunch meat. The stealth and reaction speed of walking are much better than driving this big target.¡± Kate stopped in front of the beach car and voiced her thoughts. Although she was a little disgusted with the long journey, Bick was not someone who would not listen to her opinions. No matter what, Kate was someone who had lived alone in the wasteland for three years. She believed that her experience would reduce a lot of trouble. The two of them brought their weapons and equipment. No one carried a big bag of bread, canned food, and drinking water. They set off in the direction of Freedom Town. The scenery on the road and the yellow sand in the desert were completely different worlds. The surrounding vegetation was lush, but they were all strangely shaped. Bick could not even name them. The task of clearing the way was naturally left to Kate because only she could accurately name these plants and know their characteristics. Which were poisonous and which were harmless. If Bick was the one clearing the way, he would probably soon fall under a plant and die without even knowing how he died. Bick did not stay idle either. He continued to absorb the useful knowledge from the wasteland. Although the road was very tough, it was calm and there was no danger. Until a deafening howl was heard. ¡°Ahhhh!¡± Chapter 16 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The difference between Bick and Kate could be seen from their reaction to the howl. The moment Kate heard the howl, two daggers slid out from her sleeves. With a slide step, she flashed in front of Bick and instantly took a defensive stance. By the time the lingering sound of the first howl disappeared, Kate had already relaxed a little after judging that the sound was still far away. On the other hand, Bick was the opposite. When the howl was heard, he was very confused. When the sound came, it was probably because he saw Kate¡¯s defensive posture, so he nervously raised his spear and loaded it with a click. ¡°Hey, relax, buddy. The sound is at least four or five miles away. There¡¯s no need to load it now. Be careful of Misfire!¡± Kate put away the two short swords and pressed down on the muzzle of Bick¡¯s gun. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Bick asked subconsciously, and then he reacted and looked at Kate in shock. ¡°You mean the thing that¡¯s howling is at least four or five miles away from us? !¡± Kate blinked, and after a long while, she shrugged casually with a not-so-obvious expression. It was really hard for Bick to imagine that the howling of a certain creature could be heard for four or five miles, and it was still so clear to human ears. According to his knowledge, he thought that the unknown creature was just a hundred yards away. As soon as he finished speaking, another howl came from the sky. It was similar to the previous howl, but slightly weaker. Just as Bick was about to raise his gun and aim upwards, Kate pressed the muzzle of his gun again and looked at him speechlessly. After a long while, under Bick¡¯s questioning gaze, Kate opened her mouth to explain, ¡°Isn¡¯t it normal for sound to be refracted through the atmosphere?¡± Being despised by a survivor who was struggling to survive in the wasteland world, Bick felt that he had embarrassed the world he came to. However, when he thought about it, Kate was a survivor who had taken refuge in the pre-war frozen environment. Strictly speaking, she had received systematic education and was not a real wasteland traveler born after the war. Combining the systematic education during the pre-war peaceful period with the survival training in the post-war wasteland world, theoretically speaking, Kate¡¯s knowledge system was really at an overwhelming level. ¡°Since it¡¯s still so far away, should we go around it?¡± Bick changed the topic. No matter what was howling, from that loud and angry voice, Bick felt that it was definitely not something to be trifled with. Kate did not answer his question immediately. Instead, she climbed onto a towering unknown plant beside her and soon reached a height of dozens of yards. After looking around for a moment, Kate quickly slid down from the plant, she said to Bick, who was full of questions, ¡°We can¡¯t go around it. That thing is between us and freedom town. On the left and right sides, one side is the crater of a nuclear missile, and the other side is the pre-war city of York. I can also take the risk to pass through these two sides. Your personal computer doesn¡¯t have any iodine and enzymes. Do you want to grow eight hands while walking, or do you want to become a zombie?¡± When he first met Kate and decided to recruit her, Bick had heard her mention the words iodine and enzymes. Later, through communication, Bick understood the meaning of these two words to the wasteland people. It could be said that they were as important as food and weapons. Iodine could effectively mitigate the effects of nuclear radiation, although the effect was not immediate. However, the rate of mitigation was nearly a thousand times faster, which was enough to delay the wasteland visitors by 40 to 50 years because of the mutation caused by nuclear radiation. A few decades was enough time for the wasteland visitors. After all, a century after the start of the Apocalypse War, the entire wasteland world had never seen any old people in their 70s or 80s. Therefore, even if no one counted the average life expectancy of humans in this century, it was definitely not very high. The effect of enzymes was similar, but it was targeted at biochemical infection. The effect was similar to the effect of iodine against nuclear radiation. Thinking about the ubiquitous and invisible nuclear radiation and biochemical viruses, Bick felt that it was better to face the owner of the howl. After all, something that could howl had a physical body. Even if it was a mutated beast that Kate had mentioned, Bic couldn¡¯t care less. Kate continued to lead the way, and Bick followed closely. On the way, he reached into his pocket and took out a powerful bullet from the system space. The marlin bullets, which had good braking power against a brown bear in North America, were pressed into the magazine by Bick one by one. The machete was tied to the outside of his thigh, making it easier for him to draw the knife at the first moment. Hearing the continuous clicking sound of the bullets being pressed and the sound of the knife being drawn, Kate turned around and glanced at Bick. She wanted to say something but shut her mouth again. The first time she faced a shadow hunter who was alone, it was under the care of the old nun. Her performance was not much better than Bick¡¯s. So, why force others now? When facing a mutated beast, it was already very good for a newbie to have the courage to continue moving forward. Although, through the howling just now, Kate had already confirmed that it was just a failed mutated ¡°fat monster¡± and was not much of a threat. However, thinking about the appearance of the fat monster was still very intimidating, and it was just used to broaden Bick¡¯s horizons. As they got closer, other than the strange howls, there was also a series of muffled sounds. Bick had no idea what these sounds were. At the very least, he had never heard of them in the world before he transmigrated. Kate cautiously stopped and climbed up to the high ground to take a look again. Her expression became even more solemn than before. After a long while, she slid down and said to Bick, ¡°It¡¯s a mortar cannon. It¡¯s at least six pounds.¡± ¡°Mortar cannon? !¡± As a third-rate puppet army fan, Bick was not unfamiliar with this name. Although this kind of cannon was not as famous as many well-known barrel cannons. However, during World War I, this kind of cannon that could shoot in a parabola was still recognized by both sides. However, Bick had only seen pictures and data, so he had never heard the sound of this kind of cannon. ¡°Yes, it must be a mortar cannon. Maybe it¡¯s because it doesn¡¯t need a long range, so it reduces the firing range, so the sound is a little muffled.¡± Kate thought that Bick doubted that the sound of the cannon was too low, so she explained in detail. ¡°So, that means someone is fighting with the howling monster?¡± Bick breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that. He felt that he didn¡¯t have to face the mutated beast directly, so he couldn¡¯t help but feel relieved. However, he soon discovered that Kate was staring at him with an inexplicable gaze. Bick thought that there was something wrong with his body, so he subconsciously looked at his zipper first. Fortunately, the door was tightly shut, so there was no case of little rascal sneaking out. ¡°What, what¡¯s wrong?¡± Bick awkwardly avoided Kate¡¯s gaze and asked. ¡°I¡¯m really curious about what a nice, stable environment you live in!¡±Kate sighed softly. Chapter 17 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Bick immediately realized that the wasteland world was not a peaceful place. The threat to every wasteland traveler here, other than the harsh environment, zombies, and mutated beasts, there were also other survivors. A force that could pull out mortar cannons and start a war with mutated beasts was definitely not a force to be trifled with. In fact, their threat was even greater than that of mutated beasts. After all, low-level mutated beasts did not have any intelligence other than their strong physical bodies. Not to mention, they were deceiving the wasteland visitors. Seeing that Bick had reacted, Kate then slid out two daggers and said very seriously, ¡°Follow me closely. Let¡¯s sneak up and take a look.¡± As she said that, she quickly hid in the dense vegetation. Bick immediately increased his speed and followed her. In the area with a complicated terrain and lush vegetation, Kate activated all her strength and leaped forward quickly. She also carefully avoided the branches of the plants. Bick followed with great difficulty. Before long, he was panting from exhaustion and was drenched in sweat. However, even so, he still persevered and barely caught up with Kate¡¯s footsteps. Just as the distance was getting further and further, and he felt that he was about to lose her in the next moment, Kate suddenly carefully hid behind a tree that was surrounded by five or six people. Bick felt as if his lungs had been thrown into boiling oil and exploded. He wanted to desperately open his mouth and breathe. However, when he saw Kate raise her finger to the side of her mouth and make the first soft gesture, Bick forced himself to cover his mouth. Fortunately, because the next moment, he secretly poked his head out from the side of the tree and was almost shocked by what he saw. More than 200 yards away, an area that occupied at least five or six standard football fields was completely covered by a thick layer of white object. And from the fact that the white object was constantly squirming, that thing was actually alive! It covered such a large area, and it was two to three stories thickl. How could it be alive? Before Bick transmigrated, the biggest creature he saw was the sperm whale in the aquarium. As for the land creature, it was just an elephant. However, facing the creature not far away, whether it was an elephant or a sperm whale, they were all insignificant little guys. Just as Bick was staring at that thing in a daze, Kate¡¯s faint voice rang in his ears, ¡°Fat monster, a type of nuclear radiation mutated beast that failed to mutate. It only wants to keep eating and increase its fat content. In the end, it¡¯d turn into a pile of fat.¡± If not for the environment, Bick would have grabbed Kate¡¯s collar and asked loudly, ¡°This is still a failed mutation? How terrifying would the successful one be?¡± Speaking of which, based on the fat monster¡¯s size in the distance, it would definitely be an overlord-level creature in the world Bick had transmigrated to, right? ¡°Tong Tong¡­¡± The continuous sound of mortar shells interrupted Bick¡¯s imagination. Smoke rose from the three o¡¯clock direction of the two people. Soon, the fat monster¡¯s body, which was surging with waves, trembled. The white fat was like a surging sea wave, constantly rising and falling. Then, there was a high-pitched howl that pierced through the clouds. After discovering the mortar positions, Kate immediately pulled Bick and sneaked over. Although Bick didn¡¯t understand why he didn¡¯t hide here and wait for the final result, it was easy to cause misunderstandings if he went over now. Not to mention the wasteland world, even in the world that Bick had transmigrated to, if a certain paramilitary organization was fighting and saw someone sneaking up on them, they wouldn¡¯t be very polite, right? ¡°Continue shooting, don¡¯t stop, it¡¯ll be over soon!¡± ¡°Everyone work hard, the bone spur is about to come out¡­¡± ¡°Prepare the high-energy Ray, you must hit it with one hit. Energy points are very precious.¡± As the distance closed, a loud shout was heard very quickly. These survivors didn¡¯t seem like a very formal military organization. On the contrary, it was somewhat similar to the Hunter¡¯s club¡¯s operation that Bick had seen before he transmigrated. Although there were elected leaders, when they really started to act, everyone would shout loudly and give out orders to who knows who. Moreover, everyone knew what they should do and displayed very good personal techniques and tactics. When combined, it was a very strange scene. It was said to be a motley crew, but their individual strength was definitely not bad. If they were an elite division, their organization was also very chaotic. Kate, who was at the side, carefully checked the clothes of the burly men and the weapons they used. She let out a sigh of relief. When Bick turned around, she said softly, ¡°They are the guards of free town. It can be considered an official organization.¡± She did not understand the organization here, but seeing Kate relax, Bick also let out a sigh of relief. At the very least, the guards wouldn¡¯t attack them casually. Then, Kate excitedly commented on the guards¡¯actions and introduced the weapons they used. Through this period of contact, Kate could see that although Beek was born into a noble family,. He had always been pampered and didn¡¯t understand many common sense things. Therefore, whenever she had time, she would popularize it to him. Bick was also happy to be misunderstood by Kate. It was very important for him to be able to make up for this knowledge. The mortar cannon was similar to what Bick knew. It was a relatively common kinetic energy heavy weapon in the wasteland world. This was not to say that there were no more powerful weapons and equipment in the wasteland world. Instead, it involved a cost-effective problem. Just like what the guards called ¡°High-energy rays,¡± which was a type of energy weapon, Bick sounded like a very popular concept weapon in his previous life, which was ¡°Lasers.¡± According to Kate¡¯s instructions, Bick also saw the high-energy Ray launcher. It was shaped in a very eschatological punk style, and was far from being as tall as Bick had imagined. There was a bunch of wires wrapped around a satellite TV receiver that looked like it had been magnified more than ten times. There was a thick probe at the front. It seemed that Bick despised high-energy radiation, Kate said in an envious tone, ¡°Nobles like you definitely don¡¯t understand the suffering of us poor people. Such a weapon is already the most powerful for us. A single shot will consume close to a thousand energy points. A real cannon will cost ten thousand taels of gold!¡± Hearing such energy consumption, Bick put away his look of contempt. He now knew the purchasing power of energy points. One energy point could buy more than ten to twenty nutrient supply bottles. It could completely supply the consumption of a high-powered laborer for half a month. If converted to Franklin¡¯s words, he could roughly estimate the value of one energy point just by thinking about his half a month¡¯s food expenses. As for the consumption of nearly a thousand energy points, it was only one shot of energy supply, not counting the depreciation of the weapon. It could be imagined that such a weapon was not for the poor. Soon after the mortar continued to fire, the fat monster became angry. The fat all over its body once again piled up, and it was seven or eight stories tall. Then, like a tsunami, it crashed down with a loud bang. It had to be said that the power was quite good. When the fat monster fell to the ground, Bick even felt the ground under his feet tremble a few times. Unfortunately, the fat monster did not have a brain, and it did not seem to have good control of the distance. With its high accumulation of fat, the monster simply could not hit the mortar base hundreds of yards away from it. Chapter 18 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°That¡¯s it? !¡± Bick¡¯s tone was very strange. When he saw the fat monster wiggling its fat and roaring at the sky, he thought it was some powerful move. Who knew, they were all ready to see the other party shake the world and kill in all directions. In the end, the special effect was quite good. When they saw the actual effect, not even a hair of the guards was hurt. ¡°What else can we do? Fat monsters, this kind of mutated beast, has been hunted in the wasteland world for 80-90 years. Don¡¯t you know its ability?¡± Kate was even more speechless. She shrugged her shoulders very casually. Bick secretly rolled his eyes. It turned out that he kept cheering for himself along the way. It was a battle of wits and courage with the air. What was it like to be hunted by survivors for 80-90 years? If one treated the fat monster as a big boss in a video game, it might be easier to understand. Thinking back to some extremely difficult video games in his previous life, when they first came out, it indeed made all the players scratch their heads. However, after coming out for a few months, they were immediately played by experts. They could clear the level without any weapons. It was just like the mortar positions set up by the free town guards. It was not far or near, but it was about 200 yards away from the fat monster. At this distance, it was just enough to avoid the fat monster¡¯s attack range. It could also save the most amount of ammunition and ensure the power of its attacks. Not long after, the fat monster was forced into a desperate situation and began to fight with all its might. The fat on its body squirmed, and a bone spike the size of an ordinary telephone pole drilled out from it. Although it was called a bone spike, its texture was actually more like some kind of transparent gemstone, sparkling and reflecting the sunlight. ¡°The bone spur has appeared. The bone spur has appeared. Prepare for high-energy radiation¡­¡± Seeing Bick turn his head, Kate did not wait for him to ask anything, Kate explained directly, ¡°Although the fat monster went astray during the mutation process and put all its nutrients into the accumulation of fat, during this process, a part of it was still put into the bone spur, and this is its normal mutation route. When the bone spur is a little bigger, its fat will be burned into energy, and all of it will be supplied to the bone spur. When the bone spur is formed, the fat monster will become a real level two mutated Behemoth, the butcher. At that time, it will depend on whether you military nobles have the time to take care of this desert, or else¡­¡± Kate did not continue with the rest of her words, but Bick could understand it. ¡°Buzz!¡± A series of beeps sounded continuously. Bick looked at the high-energy ray launcher that was vibrating and producing a phantom. It was hard to imagine that something so crude, like something that was pieced together from a rubbish pile, could vibrate so fast. It was really scary that it would fall apart in the next moment. However, the technology of the survivors was still reliable. The launcher did not fall apart. Instead, it was when Bick¡¯s chest was stuffy from the sound and he felt dizzy. Then, a faint sound that was like a match was heard. A light red ray flashed past. The fat monster¡¯s crystal-like bone spurs were broken. ¡°Ah!¡± ¡°Huya!¡± As the fat monster wailed weakly, a wave of cheers sounded from the dense vegetation around it. Soon after, more than a thousand people jumped out from their hiding places. Most of them were holding cold weapons, while one to two hundred people were carrying harpoon launchers. ¡°PFFT, PFFT!¡± The sound of sharp blades piercing into flesh rang out continuously. Harpoons danced in the air. They were tied to ropes made from the hair and tendons of unknown animals. No matter how the fat monster struggled, it could not break the rope that was as thin as hair to it. Of course, this was also related to the fact that the bone spur that it had gathered all its energy was cut off by the high-energy ray. At this time, the fat monster was already dispirited. Seeing the actions of these guards, it seemed that they did not want to kill the fat monster directly. It seemed that they wanted to fix it here. This time, Kate did not wait for Bick to look over, she directly said, ¡°The fat monster is a rare source of fat. The rest of it is also very useful. That bone spur is a very rare quasi-level-2 material. It can be used to make weapons that can break the defense of anything below Level-2 Mutant Beasts.¡± ¡°A source of fat?¡± Bick could not help but exclaim. Of course, he could see Kate¡¯s desire for the bone spike, but he paid more attention to what Kate said earlier. Because no matter how he listened to it, it was all related to eating. Kate said indifferently, ¡°How do you think the nutrient supply came about? Without nutrients, how can it provide energy?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Bick retched, reminding himself that he would never, ever eat nutrient supply in the future. Eating that thing was the same as eating the fat monster in front of him? After Kate confirmed that the armed forces in front of them were the guards of free town, the two of them did not deliberately hide. Therefore, when these guards were fixing the fat monster and using a large pump-like tool to extract the fat monster¡¯s fat, they had already discovered them. However, they did not surround them as if they were facing a great enemy. Instead, they continued to do their own work. Only two or three big men came over with weapons and asked. ¡°Hey, what are you doing?¡± A man with a tattoo on his left arm took a step forward with a vigilant look in his eyes. ¡°I¡¯m going to trade.¡± Bick was not flustered at all. He heard that the two of them were wasteland visitors who were going to free town to trade. After checking their radiation and biochemical values, they even kindly pointed the way. After watching the harvest show, under the lead of Kate, Bick soon arrived outside the punk-filled free town. This was a well-known commercial survivor base. Although the weapons were not as sophisticated as the smithy town, and the food was not as delicious as the maple syrup town, as a commercial survivor base, the things here were the most complete, and the service was the best. The most important thing was that it could provide protection for every wasteland traveler who came to the town. Even a lone ranger would come here to trade. In order to not attract attention, before entering the town, they followed Kate¡¯s suggestion to dress up in rags, just like those low-level wasteland travelers, and gradually approached the town. In Bick¡¯s imagination, the wasteland should be the naked law of the jungle. There was no morality or law at all. Order seemed to be a term that should not exist in the wasteland, but Bick felt it in the free town, even though he had not stepped into the town yet. However, the order here was a little different. Everything here was so bizarre in Bick¡¯s eyes. Mercenaries with old rifles on their backs and cigars in their mouths leaned against the shade outside the town and chatted in groups of three to five. Merchants who used a personal terminal similar to a code-sweeping gun to determine the radiation content and biochemical contamination of their products. Of course, most of them were disabled people. one-eyed people were everywhere. They wore a pirate-style eyepatch and were bold enough to directly expose the black hole. The poor disabled people put an iron hook on their broken arms and chewed on the roasted meat. The developed ones would change into a mechanical hand, just like the Terminator. Of course, outside the town, there were more poor people who had nothing. Due to malnutrition, most of them were sallow and emaciated, and most of them could not even moan. Most of the guards in uniform carried cold weapons and patrolled under the lead of a three-man fire team with guns. They were all expressionless and ignored the poor people, they also showed no mercy to the skimpy-dressed prostitutes who approached the roadside naked. Chapter 19 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°Free trade and ensuring safety are the foundation for the prosperity of free town. Its rules are very pure. Those who kill will die, those who steal will be cut off, and those who do not pay taxes will be punished with hard labor.¡± Kate casually explained the rules of the town. ¡°Are you sure that those who kill will die?¡± Bick pointed to the roadside. A patrol member stabbed a man who was so hungry that he was on his last breath and crawled to the roadside to beg to death. As if sensing Bick¡¯s gaze, the patrol member even smiled at Bick in a friendly manner, then, he carried the man away. ¡°Didn¡¯t you see his uniform? It specializes in dealing with corpses. Otherwise, what would happen if he turned into a corpse or the plague?¡± Kate¡¯s tone was calm and indifferent, as if she was already used to it. Bick opened his mouth but did not say that the person was not a corpse. He was just too hungry to resist. ¡°The town will be much better. The wealthy district in the center will let you experience a paradise-like life.¡± Kate¡¯s words could not help but make Bick look forward to the free town, especially the rich area. After testing the radiation and biochemistry, Bick and Kate entered the town. The scenery here was completely different from the outside. There were no poor people everywhere, and the pedestrians were all well-dressed. If it were not for the constant patrols passing by, Bick would even have the illusion of returning to a peaceful world. As Bick passed by the corner of the street, he heard two very decent merchants arguing. ¡°Andrew, 20 energy points can¡¯t be more!¡± ¡°No, this is a virgin. Do you understand a virgin? A virgin must have at least 30 energy points!¡± Bick subconsciously turned his head and saw that one of the merchants seemed to have been persuaded. He took out an item the size of a cigarette box and swept it over the ¡°cigarette box¡± that the other person took out. There was a ¡°beep¡± sound. Following that, behind the man who received the money, a young girl wearing only a light veil appeared. There was nothing inside. The guy who paid the money couldn¡¯t wait to hug the girl and enter the room behind. ¡°Gulp!¡± Bick swallowed hard and couldn¡¯t move his feet anymore. The girl just now was much higher class than the prostitutes who were soliciting customers on the streets outside of town. She had a slim waist, long legs, big breasts, and fat buttocks. What was even rarer was that she was also a virgin? In that case, there was absolutely no need to worry about getting sick. Her safety was guaranteed! ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Are you tempted? Do you also want to have a good time?¡± Kate¡¯s voice was very dangerous, and there was a strong hint of jealousy in it. ¡°No, absolutely not!¡± Bick¡¯s desire to survive was very strong. The two of them had been together day and night for a few days, and Bick was even more of a lifesaver to Kate. Although they hadn¡¯t broken through that layer of window paper, they could more or less understand each other¡¯s feelings. At this time, how could Bick leave Kate alone to find a prostitute? Although, he was indeed very tempted. After all, Kate didn¡¯t give him a chance, which made him very depressed. ¡°Go to the exchange first. Without money, it¡¯s difficult to move an inch in free town. Moreover, I know that the Paradise Hotel in free town has the most luxurious suite. The bed there is big and comfortable, and it also provides candlelight dinner and various props!¡± Kate¡¯s voice was rarely gentle, she exhaled softly into Bick¡¯s ear. Bick¡¯s ears were tickled by Kate¡¯s warm breath, and his heart could not help but beat faster. ¡°Compared to that vulgar powder, of course I want to have a good time with you.¡± Bick mustered up the courage to say what he was thinking. It was rare for Kate to give such an obvious hint, so how could he not seize the opportunity? Just as Bick was prepared for Kate to go berserk and give him another shoulder throw, he noticed that her cheeks were flushed red and she lowered her head shyly. Bick could not help but be stunned, and he thought to himself, ¡®there¡¯s a chance? !¡¯ After Kate left, Bick, who still wanted to watch the show, went straight to a two-story building built from thick logs not far away. ¡°This is the official exchange of the free town. All goods that enter the free town can be appraised and sold here. Although weapons, food, and other hard currency can be directly used as money, it¡¯s not convenient for the free town to collect taxes. So even if you don¡¯t choose to sell at the exchange, you still have to appraise and pay taxes here,¡± Kate explained in detail for Bick, her tone was rare and gentle, with a hint of trembling. ¡°Goods?¡± A cold voice came from behind the counter, without any enthusiasm. Bick took out a piece of black bread from his backpack and placed a box of canned lunch meat on the counter. ¡°God!¡± The initially expressionless teller suddenly exclaimed. Immediately, Bick felt seven or eight greedy gazes gathered behind him. ¡°Excuse me, do you still have goods of this quality? ¡°The teller even used a respectful tone. ¡°A lot.¡± Bick knew that this was the official exchange and it was absolutely safe. He immediately emptied his backpack. ¡°Sir, with the quality of your goods, our exchange offers 11,000 energy points. May I ask you¡­¡± ¡°Trade here, I¡¯m very busy!¡± Bick indicated that this price was fine and urged the teller to pay. He was in no mood to set up a stall outside to slowly sell, so of course, he would trade here directly. The cashier quickly took out a cigarette box-like item and respectfully handed it to Bick. He had seen others use this item to trade on the road before. To put it bluntly, it was a high-energy battery, and energy points were stored inside. ¡°You sold over ten thousand energy points, now you want to invite me to dinner?¡± Kate¡¯s voice was very low, and she slightly turned her head to avoid Bick¡¯s burning gaze. ¡°Of course, beautiful lady. May I have this opportunity?¡± Bick nodded calmly. Although his lower body was about to explode, he still tried his best to pretend to be a gentleman. Paradise Hotel was the largest hotel in free town. Of course, it was also the most expensive. As long as you had money, you could get any kind of satisfaction here, no matter what you needed. The multi-purpose marble bathtub was enough for seven or eight people to take a bath together. Bick had no interest in experiencing its massage and physiotherapy functions. He quickly rinsed himself and wore a satin bathrobe out of the bathroom. He originally wanted to take a bath together, but Kate wouldn¡¯t do anything. Bick couldn¡¯t move her, who had been injected with genetic medicine. Seeing Bick come out, Kate flashed into the bathroom and locked the door with a click. Looking at the steak and red wine on the dining table, Bick lit a candle and looked forward to the candlelit dinner later. Of course, he looked forward to the post-meal exercise more. With his heart burning, Bick wandered around the 400-square-meter suite, suppressing his boiling blood. Unconsciously, he turned to the master bedroom and saw that the wall facing the headboard was actually a whole mirror, and the ceiling above the bed was the same. He thought about how he could see everything in the mirror when he moved. Bick could not help but exclaim, ¡°I wonder who designed it. They really know how to enjoy themselves.¡± He opened the walk-in wardrobe. There were all kinds of clothes inside. Nurses, OL¡¯s, flight attendants, police officers.. ¡°Gulp¡± Bick swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He had a nurse in one hand and a flight attendant in the other. Then, he stared at the handcuffs and whips hanging on the beam behind the clothes. ¡°Ah!¡± Kate, who had finished showering, saw the clothes in Bick¡¯s hands and exclaimed in a low voice. Bick turned his head when he heard the sound. He threw the things in his hands into the wardrobe in a flurry. Then, he was dumbfounded. Kate also changed into a silk pajamas. Her wet golden hair was draped over her shoulders. Through the collar, one could vaguely see a touch of white and bright red. Kate lowered her head shyly as he stared at her chest, then bravely looked up at Bick. Chapter 20 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°Huh¡­¡± Bick wanted to say something, but all he could do was growl like a wild beast. His throat felt like it was about to burst into flames. He wanted to swallow a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat, but his mouth was so dry that he couldn¡¯t do it at all. Bick had fantasized about all sorts of scenarios. They would have a candlelit dinner together, and then they would taste red wine to lighten the atmosphere. In the end, everything would be fine. When he saw those costumes and props, he had even imagined how Kate would use them one by one and then have sex with him. However, when faced with Kate, who had just come out of the Bath, Bick felt his mind go blank. He only knew to stand there in a daze, not knowing what to do. Kate waited for a long time, but seeing that Bick did not move, she could not help but smile. Although she had no actual combat experience, her heart was also filled with shyness. But at such a time, someone had to make the first move. She could not just stand face-to-face for one night. ¡°She moved, moved, walked over¡­¡± Bick felt his limbs go numb, and only his lower body was jumping. He uneasily propped up his bathrobe. Watching Kate twist her waist and catwalk towards him closer and closer, Bick subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth. Since Kate was so proactive, Bick naturally wouldn¡¯t be outdone by women. At this time, candlelight dinner, clothes, and props were all superfluous. Bick took the initiative to attack. He hugged Kate tightly in his arms, and their chests were pressed against each other. Bick immediately felt the fullness of Kate¡¯s chest. She was squeezed down by him, but she stubbornly wanted to return to her towering form. The amazing elasticity kept pressing against his chest. He could feel Kate¡¯s extremely violent heartbeat behind the endless sensual feeling. He moved closer to Kate¡¯s wet blond hair and took a deep sniff of her body fragrance. Bick felt that this was the only way to relieve the thirst in his heart. But soon, Bick found that the more he sniffed her scent, the more his heart felt like it was on fire. Finally, he could not help but lower his head to test the kiss. When he kissed the long-awaited pale pink cherry lips, Kate also actively responded to his request. Unfortunately, Bick, who had never been in a serious relationship, had basically zero practical experience in kissing. He only knew how to pucker his lips and bite together. He did not even know how to stick out his tongue, let alone the high-end technique of French kissing. Kate began to guide him. First, she gently pursed his upper and lower lips with her lips. Then, she used her hot and dexterous little tongue to gently separate his dry and stiff lips, she playfully teased his dull tongue in his mouth. Bick, who had always felt that his throat was about to burst into flames, immediately felt a wave of moisture in his mouth. He greedily sucked on Kate¡¯s tongue, as if it was the most delicious wine in the world. Bick quickly cooperated very well. The two tongues went in and out of each other¡¯s mouths, continuously entangling and exploring intensely. Bick, who had his first deep kiss, did not know how to breathe at all. He forcefully held his breath and greedily kissed her. Kate, who was almost out of breath from Bick¡¯s kiss, finally managed to lean back to avoid the pursuit of Bick¡¯s tongue with great difficulty. ¡°Pop!¡± Their lips parted and made a crisp sound. There was a sliver of saliva between their lips. Bick, who was intoxicated by the kiss, was actually feeling itchy in his brain. However, he still greedily wanted to continue, even if it would suffocate him to death. ¡°So it¡¯s really your first time. Don¡¯t be anxious.¡± Kate lovingly rubbed Bick¡¯s hair and guided his hands. Originally, Bick¡¯s hands were very stiff as they landed on Kate¡¯s waist. His head was dizzy and he did not think that moving would lead to a more beautiful scenery waiting for them. At this moment, he was guided up and down by Kate. One of his hands was wrapped around Kate¡¯s waist and rested on her curvaceous buttocks. Even though he was wearing a bathrobe, Bick could still feel the smooth texture and amazing elasticity of her hands. The other hand was placed on her chest by Kate, and she was pressing and rubbing it slowly. ¡°Ah!¡± Kate let out a moan and kissed Bick again. How could BicK withstand such stimulation? He immediately felt as if his entire body was about to explode. He was no longer satisfied with being separated by their clothing, and he was reluctant to leave Kate¡¯s body. Bick could only rub it hard, as if he wanted to press her directly into his body. Sensing his thoughts, Kate directly untied the belt of the bathrobe on her waist. At this time, there was no restraint from the belt, and the silk bathrobe directly brushed across Kate¡¯s skin, which was smoother than silk. The bathrobe on Bick¡¯s body also slid to the ground, and the two of them, who facing each other naked, suddenly breathed heavily. Kate¡¯s body was fully developed and mature. Her 36E breasts were like the most perfect bone china, shining with a lustrous luster under the light. Her cherry-sized nipples, which were the size of coins, stood tall, and the pale pink areola was still fresh and tender, a thread of crystal-clear liquid slowly slid down from her tightly clamped thigh. Bic knew that Kate was also aroused. His trembling hand once again clung onto her chest. The smooth and tender feeling was completely beyond his imagination. ¡°Darling, you can use more strength. A woman¡¯s body is not fragile. Moreover, I have been injected with genetic medicine,¡± Kate said lovingly while stroking Bick¡¯s hair. Hearing that, Bick began to rub his hair even harder. This made her rub her plump thighs even more passionately. She whispered softly as her delicate little hands slowly moved downwards. She began to move without a teacher. Kate¡¯s move was really something. How could a virgin like Bick withstand it. In addition, there was a naked and sexy beauty in front of him. He could take whatever he wanted. The touch of his hands, the beautiful scenery in his eyes, and the fragrance in his nose. Bick could not help but gasp for breath. Kate moved closer to his ear and said emotionally, ¡°Shall we get on the bed?¡± The breathing of the two became heavier and faster. They could not help but hug and kiss again. As they kissed, they spun closer to the three-meter-long bed. Finally, they hugged and fell on it. Bick was no longer satisfied with the pleasure of kissing. He began to slowly slide down and explore Kate¡¯s entire body. Her soft chin, slender neck, and exquisite collarbone all left Bick¡¯s hickeys. He carefully tasted them. Just as Bick was about to raise his gun and mount his horse, Kate flipped over and pressed him down. Kate, who had been injected with a gene reagent, was not someone bick could resist. He could only let her ¡°Do whatever she wanted.¡± As his body slowly merged with hers, Bick felt as if he had penetrated through a layer of obstacles. A sense of accomplishment arose in his heart. Seeing Kate, this female knight, struggling to control him, Bick wanted to take the initiative. ¡°No, no, my dear, I want to be on top!¡± Kate pressed on Bick¡¯s chest and galloped again. After wearing the virgin hat of two worlds, he could finally take it off. Bick, who had achieved his wish, felt heartfelt gratitude and love for Kate. It was no longer the urge to covet her body, but a sincere emotion that came from the bottom of his heart. Chapter 21 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Although the battle in the bedroom was intense, it did not last long. Both of them were inexperienced for the first time, and their endurance was not strong, so they quickly ended the battle. However, this was very exhausting. They could not help but hug each other as they prepared to go to the dining table to eat and make up for the exhaustion. However, the steak was already cold, and the red wine had been awake for a long time, so the taste was lost a lot. Bick felt very guilty. The originally well-arranged process had been ruined by him. ¡°I¡¯ll ask the kitchen to serve another serving!¡± Bick said and was about to press the pager, but was stopped by Kate. She smiled sweetly and said, ¡°In the wasteland world, being able to eat steak and drink red wine is already the ultimate enjoyment. Although you come from a rich family, since you want to make a career out of it, it¡¯s better to save some.¡± As she said that, she cut up the cold steak and raised her wine glass to clink the wine glass in front of Bick. Bic really did not lack money, but he was also touched that Kate could think for him. After eating a very rich meal, the two of them went to the bathroom to clean up. This time, Kate did not reject Bick¡¯s idea of taking a bath together. On one hand, she had done what she needed to do. On the other hand, Kate was still feeling a little unwell and needed someone to take care of her. Unfortunately, the young man and woman who had just tasted the forbidden fruit could not resist each other¡¯s temptation. The marble multi-purpose bathtub in the bathroom once again turned into a battlefield. It was not until midnight that the two of them finished showering. They hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep on the big bed in the bedroom. ¡°Knock Knock¡­ Knock Knock!¡± The knocking on the door interrupted Bick and Kate¡¯s beautiful dreams. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. They gave each other a warm morning kiss. The two of them did not think too much about it and only thought it was room service. After all, the sound at the beginning was still normal. However, before the two of them got up and got off the bed, the sound became impatient and louder. In the end, it was as if the door was going to be torn down. Bick and Kate looked at each other and felt that the arrival was not friendly. They could not help but quickly put on their clothes and get their weapons ready. ¡°Who is it?¡± Bick stood in front of the door and asked vigilantly. ¡°Damn it, so you are still inside. Open the door quickly!¡± A very arrogant voice sounded outside the door, followed by a crazy banging sound. Hearing the scolding, Bicke narrowed his eyes and subconsciously raised his long spear. However, Kate held the muzzle of the spear and shook her head at him. Only then did Bick remember that when he entered the town, Kate had mentioned the rules of this place. Those who killed people would die! Bick forcefully suppressed the anger in his chest and pulled open the door. The guy outside the door did not expect the door to open so suddenly. His raised foot still kicked out, but he did not put any strength into it. He directly staggered in and managed to stabilize his body with great difficulty. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me when you F * CKING opened the door? I think you are tired of living!¡± The little guy who had stabilized his body jumped and cursed. He even raised his hand to punch Bick. ¡°Drew, be civilized! Be more civilized. We are now members of the Hellfire mercenary group, not punks on the streets.¡± Following closely behind the little guy, a big guy with a strong back and a bear¡¯s waist that was more than two meters tall slowly walked in to block his fist. Bick carefully sized up these two uninvited guests. Both of them were wearing very decent silver-gray suits. Judging from the material and workmanship, they were not cheap. Unfortunately, the short man called Drew had a Mohican hairstyle on his head, and it was dyed green. His pair of shifty eyes looked around, and he did not look like a good person. Bick had seen this kind of guy many times in the slums before he transmigrated. He was the kind of errand boy from the outer circle of a gang. He was good at using his power, but he didn¡¯t have any real skills. However, the big man who followed drew in made Bick squint his eyes slightly. There were seven or eight scars crisscrossed on the face of this strong man. There was also a gunshot wound scar on the side of his cheek. It seemed that he hadn¡¯t treated it well back then. The scars had already grown, and they were all high and bulging. Especially his eyes, which were filled with the light of a savage beast. ¡°This is a ruthless man!¡± Bick said in his heart. Without waiting for Bick to ask, the two guys walked to the dining table as if they had entered their own room. The big guy, who said he wanted to be civilized, directly grabbed the leftover food from yesterday and stuffed it into his mouth without any restraint. ¡°Oh, delicious food. There are even steaks and red wine. What a lucky guy who knows how to enjoy himself!¡± ¡°Yes, Big Brother Philip. I don¡¯t know where this country bumpkin picked up the black bread and canned lunch meat. I think he doesn¡¯t have the guts to enter the city center. I won¡¯t say that I¡¯ll show my respect to you when I earn money, but I¡¯ll enjoy it by myself.¡± The small druid was flattering him with a flattering smile, seeing Philip eat and drink so much, he also secretly swallowed his saliva from time to time, but he didn¡¯t dare to fight with Philip. There was not much food left for Bick and Kate. Philip grabbed a few handfuls and wiped his hands with a tablecloth. He then picked up the remaining half-bottle of red wine and started drinking. Bick watched the two people¡¯s performance coldly. The long spear in his hand gently tapped on the side of his legs. Although Philip was drinking with his head raised, he had been paying attention to the expressions of Bick and Kate. In the end, he was greatly disappointed. He did not see any fear or anger on their faces. The two of them stared at him calmly with cold eyes. Such a person was not easy to deal with! Putting down the empty wine bottle, Philip put away his street style and said with a smile, ¡°Let me introduce myself. My name is Philip! Wild Beast Philip from the Western District of Freedom Town. I am now the representative of the second team of the Hellfire mercenary group.¡± Philip felt that his name would definitely shock this lucky kid in front of him. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. Bick had only transmigrated for a few days. This was his first time in freedom town. He didn¡¯t even know what neighborhood this place was. Who knew what wild beasts from the western region or livestock from the southern region were. However, Bick could also tell. It seemed that this Philip was a big shot from a certain gang in freedom town. He was the type who could control a region. Of course, what was more frightening was his identity as the representative of the Hellfire mercenary group. ¡°Then, Mr. Beast, why did you barge into my room?¡± Bick suppressed his anger and asked. Although he didn¡¯t know how deep the background of the two guys in front of him was or how strong the hellfire mercenary group was. However, Bick knew how to compare. The hotel he chose to stay in was the largest hotel in Liberty Town. It could make the staff here turn a blind eye and swagger in to threaten the guests. Thinking about it, this Philip and his master behind him weren¡¯t easy to deal with. ¡°What a smart kid. I like smart people!¡± Philip praised him from the bottom of his heart, then he said directly, ¡°It¡¯s very simple. Tell me where you found the brown bread and lunch meat, and then hand over the income from yesterday. From now on, I, Philip, will protect you in Liberty Town! How about it?¡± Philip seemed to feel that he had a sure hold on Bick, and he did not hide the greed in his eyes at all. ¡°How about no!¡± Bick refused without hesitation. He knew the character of these gang members very well. At this time, he definitely could not think of giving money to ease the disaster. Chapter 22 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The most luxurious suite of the Paradise Hotel was very large, at least 400 square meters. The morning sunlight was very good, it was a warm light yellow. They covered the entire hall through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Unfortunately, the atmosphere in the room did not suit the current scenery at all. As soon as Bick¡¯s voice fell, Philip¡¯s eyes kept flashing with a dangerous light. He stared fiercely at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes. ¡°Pita, pita¡­¡± the sound of the gun barrel hitting the side of his leg was very rhythmic. Bick looked at Philip fearlessly. ¡°Money is a good thing, but some people have the life to earn it, but not the life to spend it. What do you think, young man?¡± It was Philip who broke the silence. He still wanted to make one last effort, or it could be said that it was an ultimatum. Whether it was gangsters or mercenaries, they were all just doing it for money. There were many ways to make money, and this involved the issue of cost-effectiveness. Everyone knew that there were still many good things in the city. Even though the Apocalypse War had already passed a century, many of the things left in the city had already passed the expiration date. However, even the rusted and dilapidated car wreckage could be sold for a lot of energy points. Because mining in the wasteland world was very difficult, these car wreckage could be smelted into various metals. Most of the cold weapons used by the wasteland visitors came from this. Not to mention, if they found a basement dug by a survivor of a city, the city would be the first to be attacked by biological weapons. Most of the city residents would have turned into zombies long ago, the basement where the materials were stored had basically never been used. However, the price of attacking the city was too high. Very few forces would attempt to do that. It was much easier to oppress the other wasteland visitors, especially those lone Rangers. Obviously, Bick and Kate were treated like fat sheep. A man and a woman were only two people, but they took out the expensive black bread and luncheon meat. How could this not make the various forces in free town jealous. Bick naturally understood the reasoning behind this. Even the fact that there was a mercenary group behind Philip was still a question mark. In fact, Bick didn¡¯t care about the 11,000 energy points. He just couldn¡¯t leave the impression of being easy to bully. Otherwise, if he sold any more resources in the future, the result would be to contribute to others. This wasn¡¯t what Bick wanted. All of this was just a thought in Bick¡¯s mind. It was impossible for his attitude to soften. After hearing Philip¡¯s words, he remained noncommittal and just stared at Philip quietly. ¡°F * CK, boss Philip gave you a way out, but you don¡¯t know how to be grateful?¡± The green-furred drew shouted, he turned to look at Philip and said, ¡°Big Brother, let¡¯s just kill this guy and bring this woman back to have some fun. We can still sell her for a fortune later.¡± Hearing that, Kate¡¯s eyes flashed with the dangerous glint of a feline ready to hunt. The dagger hidden in her two forearms seemed like it would slide out at the next moment and cut the throats of the two bastards in front of her. However, she did not dare to act rashly. This was freedom town. It had rules. Those who killed would die. No one had ever been able to break this rule and escape the pursuit of freedom town¡¯s guards. Thinking of this, Kate suddenly realized what the two guys in front of him were thinking. They were forcing Bick to make a move! Seeing Philip nod gently, a hint of hesitation flashed in Drew¡¯s eyes, but he did not dare to not do it. This was because this was the survival law of the Wasteland World. He had taken the money from Philip the Wild Beast. After five years of not having to worry about food and drink and flaunting his power, now was the time for him to return the favor. He put on a lecherous look and reached out his trembling hand, wanting to caress Kate¡¯s cheek. ¡°No!¡± ¡°Bang!¡± Kate¡¯s scream and gunshots rang out at the same time. She was not screaming in pain from being teased, but turned her head to stop Bick. Unfortunately, she was still one step too late. Bick¡¯s long spear was held very steadily, and he carelessly blew on the gunpowder at the muzzle. ¡°Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp¡­¡± the sound of rapid but not messy footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. More than ten strong men with guns and knives rushed in. ¡°The murderer is dead. The guy who will shoot¡­¡± the manager of the Paradise Hotel was the one who led the way in. He had just shouted halfway when he felt as if someone was strangling his neck. He could no longer say the rest of his words. Drew could feel that everyone¡¯s eyes were focused on him, and they were full of malice. The cold sweat on his head kept dripping down, but he did not dare to wipe it off. Even though the salt in the sweat kept stimulating the wound on his cheek that had just been cut by a bullet, he still did not dare to move an inch. ¡°Paradise Hotel? The most luxurious and safest hotel in Liberty Town? Haha¡­¡± Bick put his long gun on his shoulder and said to the hotel manager who was in a dilemma at the door with an exaggerated tone. ¡°Sir, we¡­¡± the manager wanted to explain something, but he stopped awkwardly. In front of smart people, many little tricks had no effect. In the end, they would only make people laugh at them. Bick curled his lips and turned around without looking at the manager and the two hooligans, Philip and Drew. He hugged Kate, who was still confused, and laughed as he entered the bedroom. Before closing the door, he said to the people outside, ¡°Please take the two hooligans away and clean the room. Oh right, remember to close the door this time!¡± There was complete silence outside, but both Bick and Kate knew that they would definitely do as they were told. Kate turned her head and looked at Bick¡¯s profile carefully with a surprised look. For the first time, she found out that the man who was easily knocked down by her shoulder throw, the man who had been peeping at her with lecherous eyes, the man who had been intimate with her yesterday, actually had such wisdom. Although she didn¡¯t understand what had happened, there were still many details that she couldn¡¯t figure out. But she knew that Bick had used his wisdom to resolve a crisis between the two of them. Kate did not pursue the matter because she knew that her man would explain everything to her. Sure enough, Bick walked to the bedside and leaned his spear against the headboard. He also put his hands on his head and leaned back. Although his posture was very relaxed, his expression was very serious. After seeing Kate¡¯s inquiring gaze, Bick explained, ¡°This is just an appetizer. We were too ostentatious at the exchange yesterday. I didn¡¯t expect that just some brown bread and canned lunch meat would attract so many hungry wolves.¡± Kate opened her mouth, but Bick said first, ¡°It¡¯s not your fault. I thought it was simple.¡± That being said, how could Kate not blame herself? Bick didn¡¯t have any survival experience on the wasteland, so he didn¡¯t know how precious the things he took out were. It was Kate who chose the free town because there were rules here. Unfortunately, she was a little naive. Where are the real rules in the wasteland? Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, those are the rules! Chapter 23 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio After closing the bedroom door, Bick¡¯s lips curled into a cold smile. ¡°These money-minded people really think that we¡¯re all alone and that we can be swallowed so easily?¡± Kate was a little confused, thinking that this was exactly how it was! Bick strode to the French window, pushed it open, and shouted outside, ¡°If you want to swallow me, Bick, let¡¯s see if you have those good teeth!¡± Bick¡¯s shout instantly provoked the mockery of the spies from various forces outside. ¡°Oh, my God! Listen to what that arrogant kid upstairs is saying?¡± A one-eyed man laughed exaggeratedly as he asked his companion who had installed the mechanical leg beside him. ¡°He¡¯s doubting the hellfire mercenary group¡¯s teeth. What a naive guy,¡±the mechanical leg replied with disdain. ¡°The Hellfire mercenary group has more than 300 official members, but it¡¯s a big force with more than 50 guns. Does he think that he can kill his way out with just a spear?¡± ¡°Perhaps, this kid wants to be a coward.10,000 energy points can only buy nutrient supply in Liberty Town. He can last until he dies of old age.¡± The spies did not pretend anymore. They gathered on the street below and laughed loudly. ¡°Okay, my dear, let¡¯s think of another way. Don¡¯t¡­¡± Kate saw this and was ready to comfort Bick. The two of them were indeed alone. It was useless to argue at this time. But she couldn¡¯t finish her sentence. Bick took out a big weapon that reflected the dim metal light from somewhere and placed it on the window. The clear sound of machine gun fire immediately suppressed the laughter from below. The concrete pavement outside was smashed into pieces of stone and smoke rose into the air. ¡°Cough, cough¡­¡± Bick stopped shooting. He was prepared to shoot the entire metal bullet chain in one shot, but the smoke from the Maksim was too heavy. This was an improved version of smokeless gunpowder, if it was a black gunpowder version, this room would not be able to treat people. ¡°This, this is¡­ how did you conjure it?¡± Kate pointed at the machine gun in front of her in shock, feeling that her brain was completely insufficient. She swore that this machine gun was definitely not in the room before. Otherwise, how could she not see such a big thing? ¡°After you fell asleep last night, someone sent it over. I t was blocked by the curtains just now,¡± Bick explained casually. He also felt that he was acting on impulse. However, after what happened yesterday, the two of them had truly become friends. It wouldn¡¯t be a big deal if they showed a little abnormality. Of course, the most important thing was that Bick couldn¡¯t wait to test his gun. This was the reward given by the system upgrade after he successfully lost his virginity yesterday. In the past, the system had never provided weapons other than the first-lot gift packs and novice gift packs. Although the food and drinks were also very valuable in the wasteland world, weapons were the foundation of survival in the wasteland. Otherwise, no matter how many supplies there were, they would not be able to protect them. ¡°German-made maxim MG-08 heavy machine gun. Theoretical firing speed of 450 rounds per second. It is the absolute weapon of World War I and World War II.The system¡¯s description of this machine gun was so simple and domineering. After Bick tried it out, he felt that the reputation was well-deserved. The spies outside who were shocked by the firing rate of the machine gun were the best confirmation. After the shooting stopped for half a day, the spies were like little chickens that exploded in a crowd. They screamed and shouted random words, rolling and crawling as they ran away. ¡°The system upgrade gave a great gift to the machine gun. I wonder what¡¯s the reward for signing up today?¡± Bick could not help but rub his hands and directly clicked on today¡¯s signing up. Looking at the reward provided on the system interface, Bick¡¯s eyes widened. He really didn¡¯t expect that the system that had been upgraded once would actually become so bold and unrestrained. Those crappy bread and lunch meat that were given to him in the past seemed to be just for him to fill his stomach first. It turned out that the real good things could only be seen after the upgrade. If he had known earlier, he would have taken care of Kate earlier. Seeing that the spies outside had already fled so fast that their shadows could not be seen, Bick hurriedly leaned out of the window, he shouted at their backs at the top of his lungs, ¡°Tell your master behind you that if you want to be friends, then come to our door and negotiate honestly. I have plenty of good stuff. If you want to play hardball, go to the open space south of the town at two o¡¯clock in the afternoon. Let¡¯s set up a battle formation!¡± ¡°Oh, my dear, this is not a wise choice.¡± Kate quickly pulled the Crazy Bick back from the window. Although she admitted that this machine gun was indeed very powerful, if Bick had not taken it out to scare the spies, it could be used as a trump card at the critical moment. However, now that Bick had exposed the machine gun, the spies would definitely tell the various forces when they went back. When the time came, the factions that dared to play hardball with Bick would definitely consider the problem of the machine gun. The key problem was that there were only two of them. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, baby. If we don¡¯t show our strength, we won¡¯t have any freedom in Liberty Town!¡± Bick smiled nonchalantly. ¡°Could it be¡­¡± Kate¡¯s eyes lit up when she heard that. The reason why she had accepted Bick¡¯s recruitment was because she had seen through the identity of the Northern Federation¡¯s noble children. Furthermore, someone had secretly delivered this machine gun to Bick last night. Kate immediately felt relieved and did not plan to persuade Bick anymore. Seeing Kate¡¯s knowing smile, Bick could not make sense of it. He wanted to continue explaining with more words. Who knew that Kate seemed to have come up with something in her head. However, this was good too. He wouldn¡¯t be at a disadvantage anyway. Those guys thought that he and Kate didn¡¯t have any backers. How would they know that their biggest reliance was the boss that no one could understand ¡ª the system! With the system around, he didn¡¯t believe that these guys could go against the heavens. They pulled Kate to the Paradise Hotel Manager¡¯s personal service and had a sumptuous breakfast and lunch that was even heavier than yesterday. When Bick wanted to pay, the manager nervously said that after Bick checked in, the gangsters harassed him, so the Paradise Hotel should pay for it. Bick shrugged, knowing that this was the Paradise Hotel¡¯s goodwill. Other people didn¡¯t know, but the Paradise Hotel knew. The appearance of the machine gun was very strange. To be able to hide from everyone¡¯s sight and send such a large machine gun into the suite, this ability made Paradise Hotel afraid! Even if the various major forces thought that Paradise Hotel and Bick were colluding, they were too lazy to explain themselves. From the perspective of Paradise Hotel, Bick¡¯s ability was definitely able to wipe out those who were blind. If they did not express their goodwill now, then what was the point of waiting. ¡°Not bad. Your hotel¡¯s business will definitely get better and better in the future.¡± Bick nodded and didn¡¯t continue to ask for payment. He pulled Kate and swaggered away. ¡°Machine gun¡­¡± Kate pointed in the direction of the bedroom to remind him. Bick said indifferently, ¡°Someone will clean it up. Don¡¯t worry.¡± As he said that, he directly put the machine gun into the system space. Although he might not be able to use it in the battle later, he could not just leave it in the room. Yes, Bick would not use the machine gun that had already been exposed as a support. He had the newly acquired treasure that he had signed in today. It would definitely allow those who meant him harm some enjoyment. Chapter 24 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio ¡°Machine gun? Haha¡­ or a heavy machine gun?¡± Gable couldn¡¯t stop laughing at the spy who came to report the news. ¡°Oh, Captain Gable, everything I said is true. The firing speed is very fast, and the power is very strong!¡± The spy¡¯s face was in a sorry state, and there was still residual fear in his eyes. ¡°No, no, I know you¡¯re very honest. You¡¯re the best scout in the group, but isn¡¯t this just right?¡± Gable waved his hand that was holding a cigar, his face was full of greed. ¡°Damn lucky kid. I thought he was just lucky to pick up food. I didn¡¯t expect there to be a heavy machine gun. If we kill him, then it¡¯s ours!¡± The people in the room who were frightened by the news brought back by the scout laughed loudly when they heard it. That¡¯s right. who was their hellfire mercenary group afraid of? Even if they weren¡¯t the main first-line battle team, but a team that came from free town to trade, their strength was still not to be underestimated. Gable had already set his eyes on Bick at the exchange yesterday. Such an unrestrained lone traveler from the wasteland was simply the fattest lamb. The news that the spy brought back was exactly what he wanted. They had a little strength, but they could just be eaten by his team. Not only could they get food and energy points, they could also get heavy machine guns! ¡°Right, let¡¯s go kick his ass and get the heavy machine guns back.¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right, I want that B * tch by his side. I can¡¯t help but want to ravage her!¡± ¡°Food, energy points, weapons. I love that country bumpkin boy to death.¡± The morale of the team members instantly soared. It was as if they had already trampled on Bick under their feet, allowing them to slaughter and take whatever they wanted. Seeing everyone¡¯s reaction, Gable smiled smugly. He waved his hand to suppress the noise. When everyone¡¯s eyes were focused on him, he laughed loudly and said, ¡°Bring out our strength and give that lucky boy a good lesson.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± After a round of cheers, everyone started to prepare their weapons. Gable gave his assistant a look. The assistant understood and turned around to make the arrangements. Gable had a smug smile on his face as he muttered to himself, ¡°You think you can be arrogant just because you have a heavy machine gun? Young and naive.¡± At this moment, outside the Paradise Hotel, Kate said worriedly to Bick, ¡°Darling, they exposed the heavy machine gun in advance. Those people will be on guard.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, let them be on guard.¡± Bick rubbed the top of Kate¡¯s head, comforting her who was very worried. If it was before yesterday, when such a thing happened, Bick might have chosen another method to solve it. However, after having sex with Kate, the system actually leveled up. At this time, the system¡¯s ability had already begun to show. Who would play with their brains if they had the strength? They could just use their brute strength to subdue the other party. They wanted to let everyone with ulterior motives see that I, Bick, was not someone to be trifled with! To go to the southern wasteland of the town, they had to go through the entire free town. As Bick walked around, the people on the road saw him and Kate, so they all avoided him and did not dare to speak to him. Many people were still pointing at him from afar. However, there were no people with ill intentions who were openly keeping an eye on him. However, these onlookers still did not think highly of Bick¡¯s future. Otherwise, Bick had said that they could contact him in advance if they wanted to be friends, but no one paid attention to him until now. Of course, there were also people who thought that Bick would have a chance, but when they saw that he did not bring his heavy machine gun, they were stunned by his arrogance. Along the way, under the gazes of people who were not optimistic or even looking at the dead, Bick and Gable arrived at the wilderness in the south of the town. ¡°Oh, look who¡¯s here? I thought this kid was so scared that he wet his pants and hid in a dark corner to change his diaper!¡± Gable saw Bick from afar, took a puff of his cigar and mocked loudly. ¡°Haha¡­¡± ¡°Whoosh! Whoosh!¡± The wild laughter instantly shook the surroundings. There were even people who stuck two fingers into their mouths and whistled loudly. In the eyes of the Hellfire people, Bick was already a fat pig on their chopping board. They could cut it however they wanted. A lucky wasteland guest who had just arrived in free town wanted to challenge the old force of Liberty Town, the Hellfire mercenary group. All the influential forces in the town sent people to watch. Spies from the big forces, leaders from the small forces, bored wives and young ladies of the top nobles wanted to assess the strength of Hellfire, and some wanted to see how the lucky wastelander was tortured and killed. Everyone had their own goals, but no one thought that Bick would defeat the strong with the weak. On the wasteland, there were new forces emerging every year, and there were also endless lucky people. If it was in the first twenty to thirty years of the wasteland, perhaps there would still be new people emerging, but at this time of almost a century in the wasteland era, there was absolutely no stage for new people. The spectators gathered on both sides of the battle, unscrupulously watching them fight to the death. They did not worry about being accidentally injured. On one hand, the lives of the people on the wasteland were not valuable. Whether it¡¯s other people¡¯s or their own. On the other hand, the people here together basically represented the entire free town. As long as they wanted to stay here, no one would dare to deliberately hurt them. Therefore, at this time, they could talk and place their bets wantonly. There were even people clamoring to fight for Kate¡¯s ownership. Bick looked at those people on the side with contempt. He saw that their endless discussions were becoming more and more outrageous, finally, he could not help but shout to both sides, ¡°You bunch of people who have nothing to do and have nothing to do, you want to watch my show? Then I¡¯ll let you have a good look!¡± Bick¡¯s words made the entire place quiet down. Everyone was dumbfounded. They did not expect that Bick would still dare to make enemies at this time. However, after thinking about it, everyone understood. This kid must have a problem with his brain. Otherwise, why would he think that two people could challenge Hellfire? Moreover, he would be dead for sure. No matter how much he provoked him, what could he do! No matter how powerful these people were, they could not kill him twice. ¡°What an arrogant guy. Kill Gable. I¡¯ll give you 100 kilograms of mutated chicken.¡± ¡°Yes, kill him for five minutes. No, no¡­ at least ten minutes. I¡¯ll give you 1,000 nutrient supply.¡± All sorts of bidding voices rose and fell. They all asked the Hellfire to ravage Bick. The eyes of the wives and young ladies of the top forces also shone with excitement. However, in an instant, everyone became quiet. They saw Bick pull out a heavy machine gun from the bushes at the side. The metallic glow told everyone that it was the real thing! ¡°Continue to shout, Bastards? Do you like my big baby! Haha¡­¡± Bick happily gave everyone the middle finger. A breeze blew across the wilderness, sweeping up a few clumps of weeds on the ground. The sound of them rolling was so clear. Usually, when three or five people walked across the wilderness, their footsteps could cover up this weak sound. But at this time, even though there were more than hundreds of people present, it was so quiet that the sound seemed loud. Chapter 25 Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio No one could understand. Bick was the last to arrive. From the moment he shouted on the balcony of the Paradise Hotel, spies from various forces had come to watch. How could such a large heavy machine gun avoid so many pairs of eyes and hide in the bushes that barely blocked the machine gun? Mystery and the unknown were the things that most aroused fear in people¡¯s hearts. At this moment, everyone looked at Bick, no longer looking down on him. A force that could hide from the eyes and ears of the entire free town and move the heavy machine gun at will was definitely worthy of their respect. Bick twisted his neck and put the metal bullet chain back into place with a click. He aimed the muzzle of the gun at Gable and the others. ¡°We have to follow the rules in the town. Now we can finally test the gun!¡± Bick¡¯s hands were trembling. It was not because he was afraid or could not bear it, but a hidden excitement in his bones. ¡°Damn it!¡± Gable cursed, but he did not panic at all. He quickly pulled the two lackeys beside him to block in front of him. ¡°Tong Tong Tong¡­¡± the crisp sounds of the machine gun connected together and instantly shattered Gable¡¯s first subordinate into pieces. The subordinate in the middle was also struck by a bullet that pierced through a human body, causing him to continuously tremble. ¡°F * ck! As expected, it¡¯s all a lie in the movie. I told you that the power of the machine gun would definitely not be that small!¡± Bick pressed on the trigger, and as the muzzle of the gun trembled, his entire body trembled with excitement. He did not have a shred of pity in his heart. These people wanted to kill him, and they also wanted to ravage Kate. He had to show no mercy to the enemy, or he would be irresponsible to himself and his companions! The bullets of the heavy machine gun flew over a hundred yards in the wilderness. After tearing a person¡¯s body, its power was slightly reduced, but it could still penetrate the body of a second person. Finally, like a storm, it hit Gable¡¯s body head-on. Gable was constantly pushed back by the impact of the bullet storm and fell to the ground. Bick didn¡¯t even turn the muzzle of his gun to fire at the other members of Hellfire. He just stared at Gable¡¯s position and kept pouring bullets. He understood that at this moment, he had to kill the leader, and it would be the most threatening way to die. Using bullets to drown the other party was the way to truly shock everyone. For a heavy machine gun that could fire at 450 rounds per minute, 250 rounds of metal bullet chains only took 30 seconds to finish pouring bullets. The wilderness quieted down again, but everyone was stunned by the 30-second bullet storm just now. It was not that the wasteland did not have guns, but heavy machine guns like the Maxim MG-08, which represented the strength of the industry, were very rare. Any force that had one or two guns would be personally controlled by the leader of the force, so they would not show it to others easily as a trump card. Think about the guards of free town. When they were patrolling, they mainly used cold weapons. Only the three leaders could carry a musket and act as a firepower group to deter all the people from the wasteland. From this, one could understand what the musket meant to the wasteland world. Just as everyone, including Bick, thought that Gable had already been torn apart by the bullets. From the small mountain of meat piled up by the two hellfire members, a hand suddenly stretched out, and Gable crawled out with a cough. ¡°Cough cough¡­ Hehehe haha!¡± He rubbed his chest and laughed maniacally. He tore open the clothes on his chest, and there was a whole piece of carburized steel plate inside. ¡°Dong Dong!¡± Gable was like a gorilla, using his hand to pound the steel plate on his chest, making a crisp sound. ¡°Oh!¡± The Hellfire members who had been suppressed also cheered loudly. They had thought that Bick had relied on his mysterious strategy of hiding machine guns in advance to defeat the strong. The various factions that were watching the battle were considering Bick¡¯s suggestion of ¡°Making friends.¡± When they saw that there was another twist, they immediately stopped in their tracks. In fact, the various factions were secretly praising themselves for not moving fast enough and stopping in time. Obviously, things were still changing. Bick didn¡¯t rely on the machine guns he had hidden to take Gable away in one wave. In that case, Hellfire would be able to complete a desperate counterattack under Gable¡¯s leadership. After all, there were still fewer people on Bick¡¯s side in terms of strength. Now that the machine guns had finished firing, the remaining results were clear. ¡°His bullets are all fired. Brothers, let¡¯s go and kill this damn guy!¡±Gable pointed arrogantly at Bick and roared. The Hellfire people also shouted and waved their guns and big knives in preparation to drown Bick. But soon, everyone was tongue-tied and looked at Bick in disbelief. Once again, they pulled out a large box of machine gun bullets from the bushes where the machine gun was pulled out. ¡°Who said I only have one cartridge chain?¡± Bick smiled disdainfully and slowly changed the cartridge chain, connecting the cartridge chains at the back. This kind of 250-round metal bullet chain could be connected, allowing the firepower of the heavy machine gun to continue. In theory, before the barrel of the gun was destroyed, any number of bullets could be wantonly spilled. Seeing this scene, the representatives of the various forces who had just stopped stamped their feet in annoyance. Guns were precious, but ammunition was even more precious. A gun without bullets was worse than a poker. What kind of force could prepare a large box of bullets for a heavy machine gun? Of course, there were also some who were clear-headed. They looked at the bushes that were constantly being dragged out by Bick with a strange expression. How could that small bush hide such a large box of bullets behind a heavy machine gun that weighed 60 to 70 kilograms? Were the spies from before blind? Soon, the representatives of the various factions thought of a possibility. It was impossible for all the spies to be blind, but it was very easy for someone to make them pretend to be blind. However, to be able to bribe all the spies in free town in one go¡­ And then to casually place the heavy machine guns inside and outside the town¡­ What kind of intelligence and financial resources was this? ! At this moment, when they looked at Bick again, everyone¡¯s expressions were extremely solemn. ¡°F * ck, bring the armored car here!¡± Gable¡¯s expression was terrified as he shouted hysterically. He had never expected that a moment of greed would actually provoke such a powerful enemy. Unfortunately, the matter could no longer be resolved peacefully. Now, he had to risk his life. Following the roar of the engine, an armored truck modified from a heavy truck slowly drove over from behind the sand dune behind Hellfire. No one had expected that Hellfire actually had a hidden trump card. This armored truck equipped with steel plates was not something that bullets could deal with. Looking at the truck moving forward, Gable¡¯s heart was bleeding. That was the gasoline that he had spent a lot of effort to accumulate! The value of gasoline was needless to say. It would be too much of a waste to make a move. ¡°Brothers, charge! Charge and kill him!¡± Gable shouted loudly. He had the Hellfire men hide behind the armored vehicles and charge forward. Kate¡¯s expression was ugly. For a moment, she was also in despair. The price of vehicles and gasoline on the wasteland was very high, not to mention adding steel plates to make armored vehicles. However, Bick was not flustered at all. he shouted loudly, ¡°I don¡¯t believe that a homemade armored vehicle can be compared to a tank.¡± As soon as he finished his words, he quickly rushed toward the bushes that kept surprising everyone. Chapter 26 Everyone¡¯s eyes widened when they saw Bick pounce on the bushes that kept giving them surprises. Gable, who was following behind the armored vehicle, naturally saw it too. He was so anxious that he felt like he was about to burst into flames, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, the armored vehicle, which was modified with steel plates, had to sacrifice its speed in order to defend itself. It was as slow as an old lady. Although it was only a short distance of 100 yards, it would take at least a minute to drive up. The infantrymen following behind the armored truck did not dare to go around the truck and charge. Because when Bick pounced on the bushes, Kate had already taken over the heavy machine gun. She kept turning the muzzle, waiting for them to emerge from the back of the truck. Seeing Bick take out a thick and long metal pipe from the bushes, gable and all the spectators were baffled. If it was a gun, it was a little too thick. Why was he carrying it on his shoulder? If it was a cannon, in their impression, a cannon that could pierce through or blow up an armored vehicle would have a strong recoil. If it was carried on his shoulder, wasn¡¯t he afraid of being blown away? If Bick heard their doubts, he would laugh so hard that he couldn¡¯t breathe. What have these country bumpkins seen? Have you heard of recoilless cannons? ! That¡¯s right, what Bick was carrying on his shoulder was a recoilless cannon, which was also the famous RPG. The nemesis of tanks and helicopter gunships, once shot into the soul, there was no way they would be spared. ¡°F * ck, we¡¯ve lost money this time. You guys should feel honored¡­¡±Bick cursed. Through the additional aiming equipment, he aimed a little and directly pressed the firing button. Finally, he imitated the soldiers in ¡°Black Eagle Fall¡± and shouted at the top of his lungs, ¡°RPG!¡± Unfortunately, no one here could understand Bick¡¯s bad taste. They still didn¡¯t understand the meaning of these three letters. A puff of smoke came out from the metal tube on Bick¡¯s shoulder, and then there was the sound of flying. The armor-piercing bullet, which had an initial speed of less than 300, flew for half a second before drilling into the thickest armor in front of the armored vehicle. ¡°Boom, Boom, boom¡­ Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!¡± After a series of explosions, there was the sound of continuous jets and the muffled sound of bodies being penetrated. The front part of the armored vehicle was completely blossomed, and all the crew members inside had been vaporized. There were only a few charred pieces of meat and blood-colored steam, which kept rising with the smoke of gunpowder. The rear part of the armored vehicle was still intact, but it was covered with densely-packed holes the size of coins, allowing the blood-colored sunset to pass through. The infantrymen, who were afraid of being scanned by the heavy machine guns, maintained a tight formation and did not dare to expose any part of their bodies outside the armored vehicle, were all lying on the ground with bullet holes all over their bodies. The wounds on their bodies were very strange. They were not the kind of bullet wounds that had been pierced through. The wounds were all charred black, and their blood had been evaporated by the high temperature. Each of them had at least seven or eight bullet holes on their bodies. No one in a long line was spared, and all of them were shot through neatly. A pin drop could be heard on the scene. Everyone was so shocked that their hearts stopped abruptly. Even the most basic instinct of breathing had disappeared. After more than ten seconds, some people finally breathed heavily to relieve the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen. Of course, perhaps their symptoms were more likely due to fear. However, when they took a deep breath, their noses were filled with the fragrant smell of barbecued meat. When everyone realized what it was, some of them who were mentally weak began to throw up. ¡°What a loss, what a loss!¡± Bick put down the RPG on his shoulder, feeling a pain in his heart. The most common RPG-7 in movies and TV shows was the classic RPG-7. Its power was not bad, but it could only be used for sneak attacks. This time, Bick received the RPG-29, which was the strongest modified version of the RPG-29. Its effective armor penetration thickness was 900MM. During World War II, the U.S. main battle tank Sherman¡¯s strongest front armor was only 38MM. The power of the RPG-29 combined with the armor-piercing bullets was evident. As a third-rate army fan, Bick only knew the name of this weapon. He had seen it appear in many movies and TV shows, but he had never seen its actual combat effects. Who would have thought that after the armor-piercing bullets concentrated on the armor, the high-temperature metal jet propelled by high-energy explosives would be so brutal. Not only did it directly destroy the armored truck, but the crew members inside were all vaporized. The excess power actually shot the infantrymen who followed closely behind the truck into sieves. However, such a powerful weapon only had one armor-piercing bullet. This was also the reason why Bick had not used it from the start. Instead, he had thought of using a heavy machine gun to deal with Hellfire. After all, without artillery shells, no matter how strong the RPG-29 was, it would be useless! However, there were pros and cons to everything. Even though he had used the only armor-piercing bullet, he had still cleanly extinguished hellfire. It was a good deterrent to all the forces in free town. They did not know how many shells he had. Moreover, he was a person with the system. He might have better equipment the next day. Looking at the people on both sides who were constantly vomiting and trembling, Bick smiled disdainfully. He turned around and hugged Kate as he was about to return to town. ¡°Aren¡¯t we going to bring these back?¡± Kate pointed at the heavy machine gun and the slowly moving bullet box. Of course, there was also that thick and long pipe. ¡°TSK!¡± Bick smacked his lips and also felt that he was scratching his head. Under the watchful eyes of the public, if he were to store the heavy machine gun and other things into the system space, wouldn¡¯t he be exposed? However, it was indeed quite troublesome to get Bick and Kate to bring so many things back. The heavy machine gun and the tripod weighed more than 70 kilograms. The box full of bullets and metal bullet chains weighed more than 40 kilograms. The useless RPG could not be thrown away. ¡°S-sir¡­ can we serve you in the future?¡± A hoarse and cowardly voice suddenly sounded in Bick¡¯s ear. Bick, who had been interrupted in his thoughts, turned around and saw a ¡°Skeleton monster¡± talking to him. He was so scared that he almost took out a long gun from the system space and shot him. After barely calming down, he realized that the other party was a skinny man who was naked and only had a piece of rags around his waist, barely blocking the crucial position. It could be seen that he used to be a brawny man. His skeleton was very strong and robust. He was about two meters tall. However, after a long period of hunger and hard work, he had turned into a poor guy who was only skin and bones. His body was covered in crisscrossed scars. There were knife wounds, gunshot wounds, scratches and bite marks left by unknown beasts. However, these were all old wounds. Most of them were scars left by whips and iron brands that were old and new. Behind him, more ¡°Skeleton monsters¡± were looking at Bick with expectant eyes. ¡°You guys¡­¡± Bick had some guesses, but he didn¡¯t dare to confirm it. The skeleton monster who spoke to him grinned and revealed a bitter smile. He said humbly, ¡°We are slaves of the Hellfire. Can you accept us?¡± Chapter 27 Looking at those miserable slave soldiers, Bick¡¯s expression was very ugly. He didn¡¯t think that Hellfire would be so cruel to his own kind. Bick, who had transmigrated here, had only seen such a miserable scene in the old photos that described the Nazi concentration camps. However, even in those old photos, he was at most skinny and didn¡¯t have many whip marks and scars. Seeing Bick¡¯s expression, Ted Jones¡¯s eyes flashed as he went to talk to him. He could see that the man in front of him, who had just extinguished the Hellfire, was angry at their miserable situation. In Ted Jones¡¯s memory, the few remaining people with compassion in the wasteland were either swallowed by other forces, or have long been forcibly changed by this sh*tty world. How long can the man in front of him last? It¡¯s almost too easy for a few hundred slave soldiers to remove a heavy machine gun, as for the RPG, Kate was holding it like a baby in her arms, not allowing anyone else to help. ¡°Oh women, I see they¡¯re all interested in the thick and long stuff!¡± A mysterious smile hung on the corner of Bick¡¯s mouth. Yes, the Hellfire mercenary group had hundreds of slave soldiers. Now, all of them belonged to Bick. Of course, Bick would not use them as slaves. Slavery itself was not in line with the development of society. The productivity was too low. Moreover, Bick could not get over the hurdle in his heart. ¡°From now on, you will be employees of Bick Chamber of Commerce. You will receive a base salary of one energy point per week. Depending on the position and the value created, there will be more bonuses.¡± As they walked toward the town, Bick said to the slave soldiers led by Ted. ¡°Pa-da!¡± The two slave soldiers carrying tripods heard this and were so shocked that their hands trembled, and the tripods fell to the ground. Immediately, all the slave soldiers cast pitying looks at the two of them. In the past, when they were in the hellfire, such mistakes were definitely not something that could be overcome by whipping and branding iron. It was very likely that they would be executed. Now that they had just met a good master who could earn one energy point a week, were they going to die? None of the slave soldiers thought of resisting and saving their two companions. After all, a treasure like the heavy machine gun had to be carefully protected by any force. Those who damaged such precious weapons, even the elites of the various forces, would be punished, not to mention that they were just slave soldiers before. Moreover, one energy point a week was the price of a full ten nutrient supply. It was already good enough for them to get one nutrient supply three days ago. They were going to have a good life soon. Who would save their two companions who had obviously made a mistake? Even the two slave soldiers themselves did not want to escape or resist. They only felt that they were unlucky. They were clearly going to make it, but they had committed such a crime. For a moment, they kneeled on the ground in a daze, waiting for someone to cut their throats and bleed them out. ¡°Pick it up and continue walking. Why are you kneeling here?¡± Bick urged them inexplicably and then continued to move toward the South Gate of Liberty Town. Seeing that he didn¡¯t seem to be joking, Ted hurriedly kicked his two dumb companions up. ¡°Hurry up and follow Lord Bick. You¡¯ll have a good life in the future.¡± For a moment, the eyes of all the slave soldiers became lively, and they were no longer numb and empty. Bick was also secretly proud in his heart. ¡°So I also have the ability to buy people¡¯s hearts. However, they are indeed a little pitiful. Now that they are so poor, even if I smash their bones, I wouldn¡¯t find anything valuable. I can get enough nutrient supply every day and raise them until they are plump. Then, I can choose those with outstanding talent and inject them with genetic medicine. In the future, who would dare to treat me as the lone wolf Bick?¡± Thinking about it, the Hellfire mercenary group was still very considerate. When Bick lacked a target to establish his authority, they would send themselves to Bick¡¯s door to be tortured. When Bick felt that they lacked manpower, they still left behind so many slave soldiers. In particular, they treated these slave soldiers so cruelly that Bick only had to treat them normally in exchange for their loyalty. When they reached the south gate of the Liberty Town, Bick and his group were stopped. It was obvious that the people of Liberty Town could follow the same logic. In the past, Bick and Kate were only the most ordinary wasteland visitors. It didn¡¯t matter how many such people were let in. In fact, their weapons wouldn¡¯t even be taken away, because Liberty Town had the confidence to subdue a bunch of scattered wasteland people. But now, with hundreds of people carrying heavy machine guns and individual cannons that had just displayed their might, they couldn¡¯t help but make Liberty Town feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Moreover, Bick had an unknown secret channel that could smuggle weapons in and out. Who would dare to let him bring hundreds of people into the town? Bick curled his lips. He could understand the town¡¯s behavior. He called out to Ted, ¡°Take these people to the villa area seventy miles east of the free town. That¡¯s where we¡¯ll be stationed.¡± After giving his instructions, Bick gave Ted another three thousand energy points to pay everyone¡¯s salary for the month. He also bought various materials to build his base. Liberty Town had its own considerations, and Bick wasn¡¯t willing to gather all his subordinates here. The new forces were most afraid of being infiltrated by others. Arranging these people to the villa area was the best choice. Bick also trusted Ted and the others to bring the heavy machine guns and the box of bullets over. This made these ex-slaves very moved, and they all wished they could die for Bick right now. Of course, the things that the system had received could be stored into the space at any time. Although there was a distance limit, it was a full 100 miles. This also guaranteed that no one would use the system items against him. In other words, if these people dared to take his machine gun and bullets and escape, it would only be wishful thinking. Looking at the high-energy battery in his hand, there were still a total of 8,000 energy points left. Bick felt that it was more important for him to take Kate and enjoy themselves. After working for so long, he thought that he could relax in Liberty Town. Who knew that after staying in a luxury suite for one night, he would be challenged by someone. This also gave Bick the idea of buying a house. After all, the construction of the old nest still needed time. At present, Liberty Town was the best place to live. It could guarantee a minimum of safety and also provide a rich supply of materials. Even if the nest was built in the future, there would still be a stronghold in the free town, right. After all, this was a large survivor base with a permanent population of more than 300,000. There must be no lack of business exchanges. The two of them arrived at the rich area in the center of the Liberty Town. There was a high wall between here and the outer perimeter. It was even taller and sturdier than the outermost wall of the town. After paying another 10 energy points each, the two of them finally entered the wealthy district in the center of Liberty Town, which was described as a paradise. Before the two of them could enjoy the scenery around them, a very pretentious voice suddenly sounded. ¡°Oh my god, that old Bob guy really would do anything for money. Every day, there are bumpkins who spend to come to the wealthy district just to experience the world. They contaminate the air so much that it stinks!¡± Chapter 28 Bick was enjoying the scenery of the rich area of Liberty Town with great interest, feeling the extravagance and tidiness of this place that was completely different from the wasteland world. Hearing such a bad mood, it was as if he had suddenly eaten a cockroach while tasting delicious food. When he turned his head, he saw a guy in a bright red tuxedo sizing him and Kate up with the corner of his eyes in disdain. The cockroach that he had eaten from the delicacies was now half a cockroach! When Bick¡¯s hand was on the hilt of the knife at his waist, Kate immediately stopped him and said in a serious voice, ¡°Don¡¯t attack the rich areas of Liberty Town, or you will become everyone¡¯s common enemy.¡± Hearing Kate¡¯s dissuasion, Bick also understood that this was not a good time to continue to use force. He also understood that it was better not to go too far. In front of all the forces in Liberty Town, he used a shocking method to completely destroy the Hellfire¡¯s trading fleet. This was already enough to display his strength. It was not a wise choice to provoke his opponent at any time. Moreover, when the man in front of him, who was dressed like a boiled lobster, saw that he was about to use a knife, he was so scared that he took two steps back. This could be considered as teaching him a small lesson. Unfortunately, when he saw that Kate had stepped forward to stop him and Bick had stopped, the other party immediately started to show off again. His voice was exaggerated as he howled, ¡°Oh my god, old Bob has gone too far. He actually let in two violent people. Guards, guards¡­ chase these two violent country bumpkins out, quick!¡± When Bick narrowed his eyes and watched his performance, seven or eight black suits with long guns quickly surrounded him. These men in black suits didn¡¯t even look at Bick and Kate. Instead, they directly smiled at the lobster. It could be seen that this guy must have a high status in the wealthy district. ¡°Jack, throw these two guys out and teach them a lesson while you¡¯re at it. Tell Old Bob that I¡¯m very dissatisfied. If you do that again, I¡¯ll leave Liberty Town and go to the next survivor base!¡± The lobster raised his head proudly, he looked at Jack, the leader in the black suit, with his nostrils. ¡°Mr. Cook, please rest assured. Your satisfaction is the direction of our work.¡±Jack nodded and bowed, wishing that he could kneel down and lick the soles of Cook¡¯s shoes. When he turned to the two people in front of him, he became arrogant again. He casually waved his hand at his subordinates, indicating for them to take action. Seeing this, Bick rushed to Lobster Cook without hesitation. Jack and the others instantly raised their guns, ready to shoot this arrogant guy on the spot. Unfortunately, when they took aim, they couldn¡¯t pull the trigger no matter what. That was because the man from the wasteland who should have his gun pulled when he entered the rich area was now aiming at Mr. Cook¡¯s head with a long gun. ¡°Damn it, where did he get a long gun? Shouldn¡¯t he only have a portable cold weapon?¡± Jack was about to go crazy. He had no idea how Bick did it. A man in a black suit said hesitantly, ¡°It looks like, it looks like a long gun that was pulled out from the bushes beside him.¡± Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the man in a black suit explained, ¡°It should be. When he passed by there, his hand reached into the bushes, and then he raised his hand and got a long gun.¡± Black suit wasn¡¯t sure, but he wasn¡¯t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, because the spear in Bick¡¯s hand seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Compared to such an unscientific scene, someone had placed the spear in the flowers in advance, which made black suit believe it more. Hearing his subordinate¡¯s words and seeing Cook being pointed at by the spear, Jack didn¡¯t dare to act rashly. On the one hand, Cook¡¯s life was in immediate danger. On the other, Bick¡¯s identity also made him suspicious. To be able to hide guns in wealthy areas in advance, if someone told him it had nothing to do with the higher-ups of Liberty Town, he wouldn¡¯t believe it even if he was beaten to death. But why? Mr. Cook was a VIP that the higher-ups had repeatedly warned him to take good care of. Could it be that there was a change in the higher-ups? All of a sudden, Jack¡¯s mind was filled with all kinds of guesses. Bick realized that the item storage and retrieval function of the system was too useful. It could always surprise the opponent. The guns that came and went were completely unpredictable. Of course, taking out the long gun did not mean that Bick was going to smash the head of that lobster in front of him, but it was to take ahold of the situation. He did not want to be thrown out of the wealthy district, let alone be taught a lesson. Seeing that the men in black suits did not dare to move, Bick calmly asked the Lobster Cook in front of him, ¡°What did you say just now? I didn¡¯t hear it clearly from far away. Can you repeat it?¡± Cook¡¯s face was a little green, but he still said stubbornly, ¡°I don¡¯t believe you dare to shoot. D * MN old Bob, if this is how he manages the wealthy district., then it seems I¡¯ve reached the end of the sincerity of Liberty Town!¡± Bick tilted his head and pondered for a moment. He directly lowered the muzzle of the gun and fired a shot at Cook¡¯s feet, showing his determination with action. ¡°Oh no, sir, please calm down!¡±Jack widened his eyes and put aside the wild thoughts in his mind. He put the long spear back on his shoulder and shook his hands to dissuade Bick. Bick did not even look at the men in black suits. He smiled and apologized to Cook without sincerity, ¡°Sorry, it misfired.¡± Then, under Cook¡¯s incredulous eyes, he said naturally, ¡°Can you apologize for what you said just now? Of course not to me, but to that lady.¡± Cook¡¯s lips moved. He wanted to lower his head, but he felt too embarrassed. He continued to face this guy who just fired a shot, afraid that he would really shoot him. ¡°Damn it, where did you shoot? What happened to Jack? Why haven¡¯t you killed the guy who shot at you yet?¡± A big-bellied bald man ran from afar at a speed that didn¡¯t match his figure. ¡°Old Bob, look at what you¡¯ve done. I¡¯m leaving Liberty Town. It¡¯s too dangerous here!¡± Cook seemed to have seen something he could rely on. He shouted loudly to vent his fear of being threatened by Bick. ¡°Mr. Cook, please calm down. I guarantee that the rich area of Liberty Town is the most comfortable and safe place to live in the wasteland. Please believe in the ability of Liberty Town.¡± Old Bob comforted cook loudly and then looked at Bick with a serious expression. Hearing old Bob¡¯s words, Cook immediately felt relieved. He knew that he had not been targeted by the higher-ups of Liberty Town yet. Jack, who had been letting his imagination run wild, was ready to listen to old Bob¡¯s orders and drag this audacious wasteland customer out to be tortured to vent his anger on VIP cook. Just when everyone thought that old Bob raised his hand and was about to give the order, they saw him fiddling with the high-end personal computer on his wrist. After he pulled out two more photos, he kept looking at the photos and comparing them with Bick¡¯s face. ¡°Gulp¡­ excuse me, excuse me, are you Mr. Bick, who just annihilated the Hellfire trading team?¡± Old Bob swallowed hard and asked respectfully in a hoarse voice. Bick shrugged and revealed to old Bob that he was that Mr. Bick. Chapter 29 ¡°So this is the famous Mr. Bick. No wonder he was able to bring a spear into the wealthy district.¡± ¡°I heard that he has a thick and long spear¡­ he can send everyone to heaven with one shot. ¡°Tell me clearly, what¡¯s thick and long?¡± The residents of the wealthy district who were watching the show had only had time to exchange a few words with each other after everything had happened too quickly. However, Bick¡¯s head was full of black lines because of the discussions of these people. He really didn¡¯t know how bored the wealthy people on the wasteland were. They saw that they had moved their guns, yet they still surrounded them to watch the show. When Bick heard the gunshots before he transmigrated, his first reaction was to stay far away from that place. If he couldn¡¯t escape, he would find a place to hide. ¡°This is a misunderstanding, Mr. Bick. Please don¡¯t mind.¡± Old Bob hurriedly bowed and apologized. He also used his eyes to glance at those men in black suits. Previously, he had received news that Bick was able to bring the heavy machine gun into the Paradise Hotel. He was also able to hide the heavy machine gun and the anti-tank cannon in the bushes of the battlefield under the eyes of many spies. He even mocked the patrol team outside of Liberty Town because of this. Who knew that the center of the rich area that he was in charge of was also like an uninhabited land in the eyes of the other party. The long gun was held in the other party¡¯s hand just like that. However, old Bob could also find an excuse for himself in his heart. No matter what, the wealthy district that he was in charge of was much better than the outer area. After all, Bick did not bring in a heavy machine gun or anti-tank gun, but only a long spear. Of course, if Bick heard old Bob¡¯s self-consolation, he would definitely laugh his head off. That flower bush was too small. It was already very difficult to hide a long spear. It would be strange if a heavy machine gun was dragged out from inside. Otherwise, although the maxim MG-08 was taken away by Ted and the RPG-29 was also in Kate¡¯s arms, Bick still had a trump card. Hearing old Bob¡¯s sincere apology, Bick raised his eyebrows. ¡°Misunderstanding? Don¡¯t mind?¡± Old Bob hesitated for a moment, but still took two tentative steps forward, after getting Bick¡¯s acquiescence, he whispered in his ear, ¡°Mr. Bick, this Mr. Cook is a high-level VIP of the town. He is the captain of the army from the Northern Federation, and he can mix different flavors and nutrient contents of nutrient supply.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Bick looked curiously at Cook, who was shivering but still holding on. He was a little suspicious and curious. The name of the Northern Federation had already caused Bick¡¯s ears to become calloused. He was even mistaken by Kate as a noble there. But could a chef to the Federal Army get such preferential treatment in Liberty Town? Seeing old Bob whisper to Bick, Cook was not completely retarded. He knew that he was explaining his identity. Of course, at this time, Cook no longer dared to treat Bick as the kind of wastelands that he could bully at will. He saw Bick look at him in confusion. Thinking that the other party did not believe in his identity, he immediately pulled out seven to eight cigar-sized closed test tubes from his bright red tuxedo like magic, the test tubes were filled with different colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. ¡°Mr. Bick, a wealthy and powerful gentleman like you definitely does not need to use nutrient supply, but your men definitely need them. ¡°Please believe in my skills. Nutrient supply of various flavors can satisfy everyone¡¯s taste buds, and the different nutrients can ensure the needs of your men when they face different levels of work.¡± Cook¡¯s smile was a little stiff, just like a third-rate insurance salesman. As if to prove that his cooking skills were really good, he opened several test tubes in turn. Inside the orange test tubes, there was a strong sweet smell like Fanta Soda, but it was even more attractive. When the fluorescent green test tubes were opened, a fresh mint fragrance made everyone feel refreshed. The few test tubes all had different fragrances, causing Bick, who had just wrapped up a meal, to subconsciously have the desire to eat. Meanwhile, the surrounding wealthy people, including Kate, who were watching the show, were even more unbearable, and drooled crazily. ¡°Gulp, gulp¡­¡± the sound of swallowing could be heard continuously. Seeing such an exaggerated scene, Bick felt that it was a little strange. In particular, all the people in Bick who had found their appetites aroused looked at them with imploring and threatening eyes. It seemed that if he did not let go, he would pounce on him and fight for his life. Even Kate swallowed her saliva and tried to pull his arm to make him stop. Bick squinted at Cook, who still wanted to open the test tube. After a while, he put the gun on his shoulder, turned around and pulled Kate away. Seeing this, Cook stopped pulling the plug of the test tube and cursed softly, ¡°This guy has never used genetic medicine before? What a pity¡­¡± After leaving the thick and heavy steel gate of the wealthy district, the rich and various fragrances were blocked behind the gate. Kate still looked at the wealthy district with reluctance, as if she wanted to go back and continue smelling all kinds of enticing scents. ¡°Darling, what happened just now? Are you hungry?¡± Bick tried to tone down his tone and asked Kate. ¡°UH¡­¡± Kate finally woke up. She also looked very suspicious and carefully recalled the feeling just now, after a long while, she rubbed her stomach and said, ¡°No, I¡¯m not that hungry. That¡¯s not right. It shouldn¡¯t be that I¡¯m hungry, but a¡­ a voice from the bottom of my heart told me that the thing should be very delicious. I wanna.. I wanna try it.¡± Bick¡¯s eyes narrowed. He recalled the expressions of everyone when they smelled the fragrance and had some guesses in his heart. He turned around to look at the luxurious steel door and muttered softly, ¡°Head Chef of the Federal Army? Interesting!¡± Bick admitted that the fragrance just now was indeed very tempting, but it definitely could not reach such an exaggerated degree. The only difference between him and Kate and the rest should be that he did not inject any genetic medicine. The residents who could live in the rich areas would definitely not lack the energy points to buy the gene reagent. Of course, they were not going to fight in the wilderness to increase their strength. Instead, it was because the gene reagent could effectively suppress nuclear radiation and biochemical infection, increasing the effects of iodine and enzymes. One of the important purposes of Bick¡¯s trip to Liberty Town this time was to buy high-end gene reagents to inject. Now, it seemed that he had to reconsider. Before he could confirm the relationship between the gene reagents and Cook, he would definitely not use the gene reagents randomly. He did not want to become someone else¡¯s puppet. He doesn¡¯t want to become a dog waiting to be fed as soon as someone took out the test tubes. Kate was not stupid. At this moment, she also felt that there was a problem. She could not help but look at Bick. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t let you be in any danger!¡± Bick comforted Kate and placed his hopes on the system. The upgraded system was more intelligent. He believed that today¡¯s check-in at midnight would help. Chapter 30 Originally wanting to buy a house in the rich area of free town, Bick did not expect to meet a weirdo like Cook as soon as he entered. He could only bring Kate to check in here again under the awkward and nervous professional smile of the people at the Paradise Hotel. In order to save the impression of his hotel here in Bick, the hotel manager personally acted as a guest waiter, the whole process of personal service. After finally getting rid of this guy who was so eager to please Bick that he had lost his sense of standards, Kate pulled Bick and rolled him out of bed. Even Bic was shocked by Kate¡¯s enthusiasm, but of course he would not object to such a thing. For young men and women who had just tasted the forbidden fruit, who would refuse such a wonderful enjoyment. However, soon Bick realized that something was not right, and Kate¡¯s reaction was really a little strange. ¡°Huff huff, Darling, weren¡¯t you hungry earlier? Maybe we should take a break and eat something? Ugh¡­¡± Bick proposed a ¡°truce¡± embarrassedly, slightly out of breath. But Kate still rode him like a chivalrous woman. Seeing this, Bick could only continue to grit his teeth and cooperate. He consoled himself in his heart, ¡°It¡¯s not that I¡¯m too useless. After all, Kate was injected with a gene reagent. Her physical fitness is two to three times stronger than mine. Wait, a gene reagent? Damn that guy!¡± With great effort, he flipped over and finally managed to push Kate down. Ignoring her desperate struggle to transform into a female knight again, Bick said in a serious tone, ¡°Calm down, Kate. Your current condition is not right.¡± Thinking of Kate¡¯s reaction after smelling Cook¡¯s nutrient supply, Bick guessed that it was an inducer that targeted the gene reagent. It could seduce those who had been injected with the gene agent, and the desire of their genes to be strong again after evolution. If the gene was not satisfied, it would generate genetic signals that would allow the body to choose to pass the gene on. Bick didn¡¯t major in this field in college, but he simply made a bold assumption that was made based on Kate¡¯s and the people in the rich area¡¯s abnormalities. After all, the instinct of a creature was to eat to maintain its own life, and to reproduce and pass on its own genes. Cook¡¯s nutrient supply could arouse everyone¡¯s desire to eat, and presumably, it could also arouse their reproductive instinct. Kate, who was lost in the depths of her genes¡¯ desire, only woke up when she heard Bick¡¯s words. She pursed her lips tightly and resisted the thought of continuing to pounce on Bick. With hot air coming out of her mouth and nose, Kate suddenly sat up and gave herself a hard nudge on the side of her neck before passing out. Seeing how Kate had used such a method to calm herself down and how torturous it was, the hatred in Bick¡¯s heart toward Cook increased by another third. After covering Kate with the quilt, Bic stumbled out of bed with a sore waist and weak legs. He went to the living room to pour a glass of wine to moisten his throat. As a VIP of the high-ranking officials of free town, what should he do if he hid in the rich area? Bick put down the glass of wine and his heart was racing. It was useless even if he got Ted and the others back. How could a group of slave soldiers break free town! A large survivor base with a population of 200,000 to 300,000 was not easy to deal with. Just as Bick was scratching his head, the semi-transparent Windows XP interface after the system upgrade suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Only then did Bick notice that it was already midnight. When he entered the room with Kate, it was already past three in the afternoon. It was understandable that he could not take it. Even the iron-forged person had been squeezed into iron dregs. ¡°Let me see what kind of reward is on today¡¯s check-in. It would be best if I can get rid of that damn cook!¡± Bick muttered to himself in a low voice. He rubbed his hands and directly tapped on the interface in the void. ¡°Warning. Your gene sequence has been destroyed and reassembled by an unknown force. The system has opened up a portion of the mystical reward ahead of time. Please use it with caution!¡± ¡°Warning¡­¡± The red text that was spammed three times gave Bick a fright. When he saw the warning content clearly, Bick¡¯s heart sank. After all, anyone who saw their genes being destroyed would not be in a good mood. However, his heart was immediately filled with ecstasy. What was the meaning of a blessing in disguise? This was it! Although weapons such as machetes, Spears, and heavy machine guns were good, it was not like Bick did not have the opportunity to come into contact with them in the world that he had not transmigrated to. It was only because of the financial constraints that he had been unable to enjoy himself. However, in the original world, even the richest person in the world would not be able to come into contact with this mysterious reward, right? Bick¡¯s heart was filled with anticipation. He did not know what the reward would be this time? Give him a golden dragon and let him become a Dragon Knight after the contract? A magic tome that would allow him to walk on the path of a grand magister? Or was it the inheritance of an ancient hero that allowed him to defy the heavens and slaughter gods? There were too many daydreams that could be spread out. Bick¡¯s saliva almost flowed out. ¡°Giggle, are you the master who summoned me? You really are a strong and handsome man!¡± A seductive and sweet voice suddenly sounded. Although this voice made people feel very comfortable, it also made people physically uncomfortable. That was because the human ear could not locate the direction of this voice. The voice seemed to come from above, or from behind, but after careful searching, it seemed to be in front of him. Or, the voice was coming from the bottom of his heart. Just as Bick was feeling this strange feeling, which was both psychological and physical, he felt a burning pain on the back of his left hand. He looked down and saw a tattoo the size of a coin. Although the tattoo was only a few simple strokes, it depicted a beautiful woman with a smile on her face. ¡°Emily¡¯s smile. As the first vampire that Dracula personally sired, Emily has extremely powerful blood clan magic. You can summon her to serve you wholeheartedly every full moon night.¡± Looking at the introduction of the system interface, Bick subconsciously rubbed his eyes and looked at it again to make sure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. Bick was very familiar with the name Dracula. The famous Count Dracula, one of the legendary origins of vampires, could be considered an ancestor-level vampire boss. The first vampire that he personally sired could be considered the second strongest existence among vampires. But seeing that he could only summon him on a full moon night, Bick felt a little unsatisfied. Didn¡¯t this mean that he could only use such powerful combat strength for one night a month? Moreover, this night couldn¡¯t be used anytime, anywhere. It had to be when the moon was full. He subconsciously turned his head to look out of the window. The stars were hidden in the cold night sky. There was only a bright, full moon hanging high in the sky. The corner of Bick¡¯s mouth couldn¡¯t help but curl into an inexplicable smile. Chapter 31 ¡°Appear in front of me, Emily!¡± Bick was not polite at all and directly ordered the other party to appear. The tattoo on the back of his left hand flashed with a blood-red light. Fist-sized bat phantoms suddenly appeared around the living room. They gathered crazily in front of Bick and coiled into a funnel-shaped flying array. With a flash of blood-red light, all the bat phantoms disappeared. A beautiful woman wearing a medieval waist-length dress suddenly appeared in front of Bick. Her facial features were very delicate, and even gave people an unreal feeling. She looked like a work of art made by a powerful sculptor, completely unlike a living creature. Her pale skin was very delicate, and her two scarlet eyes stared at Bick strangely. Her pale lips faintly revealed two sharp fangs. ¡°Master, please forgive Emily¡¯s rudeness!¡± Emily held up her long dress, slightly bowed, and gave a very standard medieval lady¡¯s bow. Seeing that his orders were still very useful, Bick felt relieved. After all, this was the first living creature that the system rewarded, and it was a powerful vampire. The first vampire that Dracula had sired, it seemed to have quite a background. It was entirely because he trusted the system that Bick had the courage to order the other party. Now, it seemed that the system was still reliable. It seemed that he had the system to rely on. Not to mention that this was only the first vampire that Dracula had sired, even if Count Dracula himself became the signing reward, Bick would not be too polite in the future. After all, the other party had provoked him first just now. That voice that was so far and yet so close, floating around and making one impossible to locate where it came from, was definitely done on purpose by Emily. He had to figure out who was in the dominant position. Bick did not want to be hosted by a creature that was rewarded by the system. ¡°You go to the wealthy district¡­¡± Just as he was about to order Emily to deal with Cook, Bick stopped. He carefully checked the system¡¯s description of Emily again. Looking at the words ¡°vampire magic¡±, Bick swallowed his saliva and asked expectantly, ¡°Your vampire magic, can one learn If he¡¯s not a vampire?¡± Bick also had a sudden thought. Although Emily was powerful, there were too many restrictions on her usage. He could only use it once a month, and it had to be on a full moon night. At the critical moment, it was very easy that it was unable fight. In that case, it would not be very good to treat the other party as a useful trump card and a single combat strength. If he could learn the other party¡¯s ability, not to mention other things, but the magic that he could transform into the phantom of a bat which fill the sky, and reassemble itself, would be very useful to Bick. At the very least, the ability to survive in a critical moment would be very strong. Hearing Bick¡¯s question, the red light in Emily¡¯s eyes became even brighter. She even subconsciously stuck out her small pink tongue, licking her lips lightly, she said, ¡°Master, do you want Emily to give you a sire? Your strong body and flowing blood¡­¡± ¡°No, no, Emily!¡± Bic repeatedly waved his hand. ¡°You¡¯ve misunderstood. I still very much recognize my human identity and am proud of it. What I want to ask is, as a human, can I learn your blood clan magic?¡± The red light in Emily¡¯s eyes dimmed. She pursed her lips in boredom, like a three-year-old loli who had her fruit pudding stolen. However, due to the system¡¯s restrictions, she did not dare not answer Bick¡¯s question. She nodded vigorously. ¡°Master, of course you can learn and use my vampire magic.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great!¡± Bick clenched his fist and waved it fiercely in the sky. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°But?¡± Hearing that there was a turning point, Bick¡¯s excitement was immediately suppressed. ¡°If you want to use blood clan magic, you have to consume blood energy. You are not a blood clan. You can absorb human blood to make up for it and refine blood energy. Relying on your own blood. The cost and consumption of using it is too great. Even with your robust body, you can¡¯t withstand a few spellcasting.¡± Hearing this, Bick waved his hand nonchalantly. ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯m already very satisfied to be able to use blood clan magic as a human. It¡¯s okay to consume a little more.¡± Bick really didn¡¯t care about consuming a little blood. Giving blood at intervals could also improve the hematopoietic function and improve the blood thickening related symptoms. Learning blood clan magic would definitely be used only at a critical moment of life and death. In a situation where he didn¡¯t have to die, so what if he had to consume some blood? Even if he had to lose an arm to survive, he had to do it. There were so many disabled people who had mechanical arms and legs installed in the outer area of free town. Most of them had cut off their injured parts when they were bitten by zombies. Those who were lucky had survived. Even if they became disabled, at least they were still alive. ¡°Then, you can teach me the blood clan¡¯s magic now!¡± Bick couldn¡¯t wait anymore. When they were young, they would listen to bedtime stories. When they were older, they would watch movies like Harry Potter. Who wouldn¡¯t have a magical dream? ¡°Master, are you sure? I¡¯m still in a sealed state. Only on a full moon can I break the seal with the surging dark energy. I only have one night. Do you want to use it to learn?¡± Emily tilted her head slightly and asked in a cute manner. Bick smacked his lips and felt a little awkward. He could only use one night a month, and today¡¯s midnight check-in happened to coincide with the full moon, so he just happened to summon Emily directly. In other words, the time needed to summon Emily for the first time was reduced. It could only be used for half a night. There was still Cook¡¯s problem that had not been solved. Bick really could not waste Emily¡¯s combat strength. Seemingly seeing Bick¡¯s dilemma, Emily smiled charmingly. ¡°Hehe, master, when I was sealed, although I couldn¡¯t appear to fight for you, I could use the seal on your hand to communicate with you in my consciousness!¡± Bick¡¯s eyes immediately lit up. This time, there was no need to hesitate. Immediately, Bick said, ¡°Go to the wealthy district and capture Cook! I want to interrogate him about the conspiracy regarding the nutrient supply and gene medicine.¡± After giving the order, Bick remembered that he didn¡¯t have a picture of Cook. How could he let Emily know which one was Cook? However, after tonight, the next time Emily went out, it would be a month later. ¡°Yes, master. I will directly transform that Cook into a blood slave. At that time, you can directly control him through me. Now, please relax your mind. I want to use the blood shadow to reappear and see the appearance of that Cook.¡± However, Emily directly solved this problem. She directly used the blood magic with one hand. A ball of blood-colored energy gathered in her hand and separated into a blood line that connected to Bick¡¯s forehead. Soon, the ball of blood-colored energy rolled and quickly transformed into Cook¡¯s appearance. After recording Cook¡¯s appearance, Emily instantly transformed into the shadows of bats that filled the sky. She flew out from the balcony and headed straight to the wealthy district. Chapter 32 ¡°Master, please feel free to ask!¡± Just as Bick was sitting in the living room drinking by himself and listening to the movements in the direction of the wealthy district, Emily¡¯s voice sounded again. Looking in the direction of the balcony, Bick¡¯s eyes widened in shock. He saw the shadows of bats in the sky reassemble into the elegant Emily, and under her feet, Cook, who was dressed like a lobster, was kneeling there trembling. Looking at the time on the personal computer on his wrist, Emily had left and returned in less than five minutes. Bick finally had a concrete idea of how powerful the first vampire under Dracula was. Five minutes. Even if Bick ran at full speed, he wouldn¡¯t be able to reach the entrance of the wealthy district at this time. Meanwhile, Emily had already entered the large community where thousands of people lived, completed the search and capture of Cook, and brought him back at the same time. ¡°It¡¯s, it¡¯s you?!¡± Cook¡¯s complicated and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Bick¡¯s thoughts. ¡°Hmm?¡± Hearing that this guy was still very unwilling, Buck couldn¡¯t help but raise his eyebrows. ¡°Hmph!¡± Emily snorted coldly, and a bloody light flashed in her two demonic pupils. ¡°Ah, no, no¡­ I beg you to forgive me, ah!¡± Cook¡¯s mouth was wide open, but his wailing was weak. At this time, the skin on his body had become more gorgeous than the red clothes he was wearing. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling. After a long while, a bloody mist rose from the pores all over his body. ¡°If you still dare to be disrespectful to your master, the next blood boiling punishment won¡¯t be so short!¡± Emily¡¯s voice was emotionless, as if she was only narrating something reasonably. Cook¡¯s eyes were filled with fear, and he panted loudly. However, he was even more frightened by such a calm voice. Although he was already on the verge of death from being tortured, he still answered with an even more hoarse voice, ¡°Please rest assured, master. Cook will never dare to be disrespectful to master¡¯s master again.¡± ¡°Master¡¯s master?¡± Bick grinned, feeling pretty good. The relationship between them was similar to that of feudal nobles in the Middle Ages. The lower-level nobles only had to devote their loyalty to higher-level nobles. What did the higher-level nobles have to do with them? Similarly, Cook¡¯s fear did not come directly from Bick, so his loyalty naturally was not dedicated to Bick. However, as long as he could guarantee Emily¡¯s 100% loyalty, Bick was not afraid that Cook would turn the tables. The system¡¯s products must be of high quality. If even Emily couldn¡¯t be trusted, then there wouldn¡¯t be anyone else who could be trusted by Cook. Cook¡¯s heart was filled with regret. Why did he have to stroll around the entrance of the wealthy district during the day? It was fine if he just strolled around. However, when he saw Bick, why couldn¡¯t he keep his mouth shut instead of having a bad mouth? Back then, he had offended someone he shouldn¡¯t have in the Northern Federation because he had a bad mouth and being insensible. He was hunted down to the point where he had nowhere to go. It wasn¡¯t easy for him to escape from the federation¡¯s sphere of influence and hide in the great southwest desert, a barren land. After settling down for a few days, he found an investor in free town and was able to continue his previous research. He was prepared to gather enough strength and return to the Northern Federation to prove himself and obtain the understanding of that person. The experiment had just made some progress. He had just come out for a stroll to relax, but he had once again provoked Bick because of his careless and bad mouth. This time, he did not even have the chance to escape. He had actually been turned into a blood slave by a vampire! ¡°Tell me about the conspiracy of the nutrient supply and genetic medicine. Don¡¯t use the nonsense of the Northern Federation Army¡¯s Chief of Staff to brush me off. Why is it that your nutrient supply can make people who have been injected with genetic medicine become thirsty and even trigger their instincts?¡± Bick¡¯s gaze was cold, if it wasn¡¯t for the problem of getting rid of Kate, he would have killed the guy in front of him right now. Humans were always courting death, or on the road to death. The wasteland world was already in such a miserable state. There was nuclear radiation and the biochemical crisis. There was actually a guy like Cook who was causing trouble. Could it be that if they didn¡¯t kill all the humans, they wouldn¡¯t stop? ¡°Yes, yes, master¡¯s master, your wisdom is as bright as the stars¡­¡± Looking at the only full moon in the night sky outside, Cook awkwardly stopped his flattery and quickly started talking nonsense under Bick¡¯s dissatisfied gaze. It was a very old-fashioned story of a perverted scientist. However, Cook was rather unlucky. After being chased out of the Northern Federation, the experiment had made substantial progress. Otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t have become a stray dog. The genetic medicine itself was the foundation of the Northern Federation¡¯s Nobles¡¯ secrecy. By relying on a portion of the essence of the bodies of mutated beasts of different levels, they were able to concoct medicine of different strengths. This allowed the nobles to obtain a strong physical body that was far stronger than that of ordinary people. There were even some powerful medicines that allowed the nobles who had injected a small amount of them to evolve an incredible ability. Cook was indeed an ordinary chief cook at the start. A convenient food like nutrient supply was originally the best choice for the Northern Federation¡¯s military rations. By chance, Cook had obtained a portion of the formula for the gene potion from a noble who had died in battle. From then on, he had opened the door to a new world. Very quickly, this guy who had received a perfect higher education before the war had used his talent and continuous efforts to crack the secret of the genetic potion. Unfortunately, before he could get the investment to establish his own laboratory in the Northern Federation, he had already offended the big boss and was being hunted down. ¡°Wait, you said that the gene potion is the secret of the Northern Federation nobles. Then why are there so many lone travelers in the wasteland who have obtained the gene potion?¡± Bick interrupted Cook¡¯s long speech and looked at him suspiciously. ¡°Master¡¯s master, those are only defective versions. The nobles also need to constantly improve the formula. Selling some of the experimental products can both test the drug and make money. Why would the nobles not do it?¡± Cook shrugged casually. When he spoke of testing the drug¡­ there was even some envy in his eyes. Although the lives of the people in the wasteland were not valuable, they could still make money by using such a large area of people to test the drug. Cook, who had gone from an ordinary captain to a scientist, could not help but be envious. He had the experimental materials, the funds to continue developing the medicine, and even the people who were being tested had to be grateful. This was simply the treatment that any researcher desired the most! ¡°Sh*t, these b*stards!¡± Bick felt a chill run down his spine. Hell was empty, and the demons were on Earth. The survivors on the wasteland were already miserable enough, especially in the barren wasteland, which was extremely difficult. In the end, the wasteland visitors managed to pass through the zombie crowd and avoid the mutated beasts. While they were struggling to survive, they managed to obtain some extra rewards. However, the nobles used the experimental drugs as guinea pigs and harvested all of their remaining resources. Chapter 33 After digesting what Cook had said, Bick couldn¡¯t help but exclaim in admiration. The nobles of the wasteland world really knew how to play. It was just afraid that one day, they might play until they cause their own death! Thinking about how he had almost injected a genetic potion to himself, and became one the thousands of guinea pigs willingly, on top of taking out a large amount of energy points and giving to them with his both hands, Bick felt extremely displeased. Although he had escaped this miserable fate, Kate had already been injected with the genetic potion for three years. All her genetic sequences had long been destroyed by the genetic potion. ¡°Northern Federation nobles? You have made a mistake you shouldn¡¯t have. Sooner or later, you will have to pay the price!¡± Bick swore in his heart. Then, he stared coldly at Cook and said, ¡°I don¡¯t care what method you use. You must solve Miss. Kate¡¯s situation. If you have any needs, you can mention them to me. I will do my best to satisfy your research needs.¡± Cook nodded repeatedly. He was only obsessed with scientific research. Who wouldn¡¯t work for him? Moreover, since Bick actually had such a legendary creature like a vampire under his command, he must be a real big shot. There were too many secrets in the wasteland world. The super corporations before the war, the remaining elites of various governments, the survivors of the war who rose to power in the base, the new humans who benefited from nuclear radiation, the new nobles who hunted mutated beasts¡­ Cook only understood the tip of the iceberg in the wasteland world. Now that he had been turned into a blood slave by the vampires under Bick, he even felt lucky to have survived the initial panic. As long as he had value that the other party could use, then he would have a chance to survive, and he would be able to live better. Cook said humbly, ¡°Please rest assured, master¡¯s master¡­¡± Bick waved his hand and interrupted him, ¡°Just call me sir. There¡¯s no need to show your respect from your mouth.¡± ¡°Okay, Mr. William. Please rest assured. I already know about Miss Smith¡¯s situation. I will solve her genetic problem in the shortest time possible.¡± Cook patted his chest and promised. Then, his lips moved, and his face was full of hesitation. ¡°If you have any problems, just say it. I¡¯ve said it before. I will do my best to satisfy your research and development needs!¡± Bick was a little impatient when he saw the situation. He stressed his tone for the second half of his sentence. Seeing that Bick was anxious, a bloody light flashed in Emily¡¯s eyes. She immediately wanted to continue using the boiling blood torture on Cook, who had offended her master. ¡°No, no¡­ Please forgive me. Don¡¯t¡­¡± Cook was so scared that he was drenched in cold sweat. He rolled his eyes as if he was going to faint in the next moment. Seeing this, Bick waved his hand at Emily. He still needed Cook to solve the problem. If she continued with the torture, what if this guy broke down? ¡°Thank you for your kindness!¡± Cook wiped his cold sweat and said sincerely to Bick. Then he immediately explained, ¡°Mr. William, it¡¯s not difficult to solve Ms. Smith¡¯s problem. As long as the new generation of genetic potion I made is successful, her problem will naturally be solved. Even the byproduct of concocting a new type of potion can effectively kill the biochemical viruses.¡± ¡°Effectively kill the biochemical viruses?¡± Bick¡¯s eyes were wide open as he subconsciously asked back. ¡°That¡¯s right. Just like the slag produced during steelmaking, it can also be used to refine high-strength cement. Producing a new type of potion will not only allow Miss. Smith to evolve again, it can also solve her genetic problem. The waste produced from the production of the potion is the strongest disinfectant for biochemical viruses.¡± When Cook mentioned about his own line of work, he immediately became energetic. When Bick looked at Cook, he became energetic again. He was as if looking at a peerless treasure. This guy was indeed a treasure. To be able to solve the biochemical virus, what it meant to the wasteland world was completely self-explanatory without words. Although Cook was of little use in the face of the biochemical crisis that ravaged the entire planet, even if there was a day when the biochemical crisis could be resolved and the global evolution caused by nuclear radiation, the mutated beasts were not the products of the biochemical crisis, they could not just not do it because the hope was slim. At least now they had a direction, right? Thinking of this, Bick immediately became full of fighting spirit and immediately asked Cook to make a list of the research and development needs. When Cook heard this.., he straightened his back as if he was taking credit. ¡°Mr. William, currently, my experiment still lacks the essence of a level one mutated beast. Any level one mutated beast can do it! The rest of the research and development materials and equipment are stored in my villa in the Wealthy District. I even have a complete high-standard laboratory.¡± ¡°A laboratory in the Wealthy District, not bad!¡± Bick muttered softly. He clapped his hands and asked Emily, ¡°How many blood slaves can you control?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no limit to the number, but because of the seal, I can only convert three each month.¡± As if she had guessed what Bick was thinking, Emily raised three slender fingers. ¡°In other words, there are still two spots left.¡± Bick turned to look at Cook. ¡°Who are the higher-ups of free town who provided you with the sponsorship?¡± Cook was not stupid. He knew that Bick had thoughts about the laboratory in the Wealthy District. After all, who would not want to control such a precious resource in their own hands. But when he heard Bick¡¯s question, he was stumped, and when Emily¡¯s threatening red eyes looked over, ¡°Mr. Williams,¡± he explained at once, ¡°the decision to fund my experiment was taken by the entire upper echelons of Liberty Town. The council of seven of the most powerful and wealthy members of Parliament is the highest level there. They are all on equal footing, and none of them can subdue the other.¡± Seeing Bick frown, cook quickly suggested, ¡°However, Old Bob, the guy who is responsible for the safety of my laboratory, as well as transporting the raw materials and equipment and taking away the finished product, is also in charge. You can ask Miss. Emily to turn him into a blood slave. With his cooperation, you can intimidate the Liberty Town¡¯s seven-member council in a short period of time.¡± Hearing that, Bick immediately made a decision. After all, he could not afford to delay any longer. The morning star had already risen in the night sky outside. He hurriedly said to Emily, ¡°Take care of one councilman first, then take care of Old Bob as well. Tell them to come and see me tomorrow night. If the security around the councilman is too strong, we must at least take care of Old Bob.¡± Although he was confident in Emily¡¯s strength and had the precedent of taking care of Cook in the past five minutes, for a councilman to be able to become one of the ruling class of the large survivor base in Liberty Town, Bick would not underestimate him. Emily also knew that time was precious. She immediately used blood soul to communicate and copied all of Cook¡¯s memories of the terrain of Liberty Town, Old Bob, and the seven members of the council into her mind. Then, she turned into the shadows of bats and flew out. ¡°Go and get yourself a room. Come back at night.¡± Bic waved his hand and sent Cook away. After becoming a blood slave, although it wasn¡¯t like some vampire movies where they would burn themselves when the sun shone on them, they were still very sensitive to sunlight. This was also the reason why Bick asked Emily to get the other two blood slaves to come back at night. After all, they would be his subordinates in the future, so he had to be more considerate. Chapter 34 Senator Albert¡¯s face was a little sickly pale, but his eyes were full of excitement. He was already forty-five years old this year. Before the Apocalypse War started, this age was when a politician was at his most vigorous condition, with sufficient experience and prestige. However, after the Apocalypse War started, the average life expectancy of the survivors in the wasteland was only thirty-seven years old. Albert, who was forty-five years old, was already considered old. Even if there were iodine and enzymes ingested through personal computers, the daily food and drink, even the air that they breathed in, were filled with nuclear radiation and biochemical viruses. It was not easy to be able to live a long life. This was also the reason why some people felt that there was something wrong with the genetic potion that the Northern Federation had sent out. However, they still could not resist the temptation. At the very least, after injecting the genetic potion, with iodine and enzymes in addition, they would be able to live for a few more years. When he was captured by Emily, who had broken through the layers of defenses, Albert had refusal in his heart. To be able to become a vassal of a region in the wasteland, he definitely did not lack the courage to perish together at the last moment. However, after being turned into a blood slave by Emily, Albert had instantly submitted sincerely. Injecting the genetic potion and risking his own genetic code and being controlled by the Northern Federation, what was the reason for that? It was all because he was unwilling to part with his prosperity and wealth, and wanted to live a few more years. Now that he had become a blood slave, it was just a change of master. It wasn¡¯t that unacceptable. Moreover, his current status was in danger. With a powerful master, he might even be able to turn the situation around! As for Old Bob, it was even simpler. In the past, he was working for the Liberty Town¡¯s seven-member parliament. Now that he had become a blood slave, he was immediately on equal footing with one of the seven great senators, Albert. Now both were blood slave, who was more noble than the other? In theory, Old Bob¡¯s status had even risen! Therefore, after the last ray of the setting sun disappeared and the stars filled the sky, Albert and Old Bob appeared respectfully in front of Bick. In the early morning, when Emily returned to hide in the seal, Bick knew that she had succeeded. Old Bob, the middle-ranking member of the Liberty Town and the first person under the seven-member council, had become a blood slave. He was in charge of the security of the core area of the Liberty Town, the wealthy area, and was also secretly managing Cook¡¯s laboratory. With such a status, Old Bob had become a blood slave. Bick could basically do whatever he wanted in the Liberty Town. Unexpectedly, Emily had a bigger surprise for him. It was Albert, one of the members of the seven-member council. When dealing with Cook or Old Bob, Bick could use the blood clan magic that Emily had taught him to suppress them. The boiling blood punishment would heat up the blood slave¡¯s blood until it was boiling. That kind of pain was unimaginable for ordinary people. However, facing Albert, who had made a name for himself in the wasteland and controlled a large survivor base with the other six people, using punishment and pain was not the best choice. Therefore, during the entire day, Bick was thinking about how to face Albert. If the meeting at night did not go well, and Albert decided to perish, Bick did not think that he would be able to escape from Liberty Town with Kate, whose genetic collapse could only cause her to fall into a coma. However, looking at Albert in front of him, Bick felt that he might have really thought too much during the day. Why did he feel like this guy was quite willing to become a blood slave? It was impossible for one of the managers of Liberty Town, Senator Albert, who controlled the food and communication of the town, to be actually a masochist? Thinking of how the normally well-dressed, steady and experienced Albert was whipped and dripped with wax oil in the quiet of the night when no one was around, Bick subconsciously shivered. Being able to live for another 500 years was the highest pursuit of every person with high status and wealth. After all, the lives of the poor people on the wasteland were torturous every day. It was better to leave this painful life as soon as possible and enjoy eternal happiness in heaven. The higher-ups who were already in heaven could not bear to leave this world. Albert was in this situation. This was also one of the reasons why he immediately accepted to be a blood slave. In fact, the moment he saw Bick, he wholeheartedly offered his loyalty. Of course, this was because he did not know if Bick was trying to figure out if he was a masochist. ¡°Great Mr. William, please accept Albert Garcia¡¯s loyalty. Your needs are the direction of the Garcia family¡¯s advancement.¡± Albert was extremely humble. If he couldn¡¯t understand something, he wouldn¡¯t think about it. This was something that Bick had understood since he was young. He immediately said, ¡°Alright, I accept your loyalty. I will ensure that Mr. Cook¡¯s research and development will proceed smoothly.¡± Albert and Old Bob immediately bowed and accepted the order. Then, they looked at Cook. Cook also raised his needs. A true level one mutated beast, the essence of its body. Albert and Old Bob looked at each other with a strange expression. It was not easy to meet a nuclear radiation evolved creature that could be called a mutated beast. Of course, the wasteland visitors did not think this was a bad thing. No one wanted to be a meal for the mutated beasts. Those monsters were the true top of the food chain in the wasteland. However, they needed to hunt mutated beasts now. The most crucial question was, where could they find them? Of course, this was Albert and Old Bob¡¯s problem. Cook only needed the essence of the mutated beasts, and then he would start to make the perfect version of the genetic potion. Bick just needed to give the order and the rest would work on it. ¡°There is a way to quickly obtain the essence of a level one mutated beast, but¡­¡± Albert looked at Bick hesitantly. Hearing that he could quickly obtain the essence to start working on it, Bick¡¯s eyes immediately lit up. Although Cook had always assured him that Kate¡¯s physical condition was still very stable, and that she would definitely be able to carry it until he produced the perfect version of the genetic potion. However, as the first woman he had been with, and he had truly fallen in love with, Bick wanted to solve the problem sooner. ¡°Is there any difficulty?¡± Suppressing his excitement, Bick could see the dilemma in Albert¡¯s and Old Bob¡¯s expressions, and he immediately asked. He did not doubt if these two fellows were acting behind his back, because they did not know that Emily could only come out once a month when the moon was full. This was Bick¡¯s greatest trump card. ¡°Not far from the town, we have controlled a fat monster that failed to evolve. Recently, its energy levels have been fluctuating very strangely. During the last meeting of the council, we decided to completely eliminate it to ensure the safety of Liberty Town.¡± Albert¡¯s expression was strange, he had the temperament of a schemer. Bick remembered the huge fat monster that he saw on the road to Liberty Town and nodded subconsciously. Chapter 35 ¡°Since you need a level one mutated beast, Mr. William, why not let it evolve!¡± Albert finally voiced his thoughts. As long as he let the fat monster go for another month or two, he could easily obtain a real mutated beast. Moreover, during this period of time, it could also provide an endless supply of fat. Bick subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that his throat was a little dry. In his heart, he also had a deeper understanding of these true leaders of the wasteland. The location of the fat monster was not too far away from Liberty Town. If the fat monster was allowed to evolve there and become a real mutated beast, then¡­ Perhaps, even Liberty Town might be destroyed in an instant. ¡°No!¡± Bick immediately objected to this suggestion. ¡°Send out all your men and search for a mutated beast that is far enough away from Liberty Town, then we¡¯ll go and hunt it! If you don¡¯t have enough people, then recruit people from outside the town to become mercenaries. Use a sea of people to cover the entire wasteland!¡± Bick did not want thousands of people to risk being slaughtered for his own interests. Even if he wasted some time and spent more manpower and resources, he did not want to destroy his conscience. Hearing Bick¡¯s refusal, Albert and the others opened their mouths, but they were relieved. Speaking of which, who wouldn¡¯t want to have a benevolent leader? The superiors who were cruel to others as well as themselves, who would be the next person they sacrificed? Would it be their loyal subordinates? Logically speaking, this meeting was perfect enough. The rest of the things should be done as they should be. Everyone did their jobs. Bick continued to stay in the Paradise Hotel for another two months. When all the seven members of the Liberty Town Council became blood slaves, Bick would no longer have to sneak around and be crowned king in Liberty Town. Therefore, Bick waved his hand and wanted Albert and the other two to do what they were supposed to do. Unfortunately, things did not go as expected. Bick had taken things too easy. It was not easy to be the boss of someone. Albert, who controlled the food and communications of Liberty Town, was now facing a very serious problem. Liberty Town didn¡¯t have sufficient food supply! Otherwise, Bick wouldn¡¯t have been able to earn tens of thousands of energy points from the black bread and canned lunch meat he sold to the exchange. On the surface, Cook was able to use his identity as the chief cook of the Northern Federation and receive preferential treatment in the rich areas without anyone suspecting him. It was also mainly due to the food crisis in Liberty Town. As a cook who could mix different flavors of nutrient supply, he became a distinguished guest in the upper echelons of Liberty Town. Naturally, no one doubted him. If there was not enough food, everyone would use nutrient supply. This was very logical. However, Senator Albert¡¯s identity was at risk. It was not even a month later when Emily moved out again and converted the other three senators. The reason why he took the risk to control the fat monster not far from Liberty Town was to obtain the convenience of fat. Now that the fat monster had the possibility of evolving again, and Bick didn¡¯t want to let it truly evolve into a level one mutant beast, he had to carry out the council¡¯s decision and killed it directly. However, after losing the source of a large amount of fat from the fat monster, the food crisis in Liberty Town became even more serious. Even the nutrient supply, the last assurance, was gone. Without sufficient food, not only did Albert lose his status as a councilman, Liberty Town was also in danger of collapsing. If it was just Albert¡¯s status changing, it would be fine. This guy was already an unexpected surprise. Bick could at most wait for another two months. No matter who took over, they would eventually become blood slaves. However, if Liberty Town collapsed and the survivors went to other places to settle down, what was the use of having a few dummy senators? ¡°In other words, if we kill the fat monster now, not only will we have to continue searching for a level one mutated beast, but the source of the fat in Liberty Town town will also be cut off immediately!¡± Bick was a little dumbfounded. He felt that this broken town was really problematic with one problem after another. ¡°That¡¯s right. The food in Liberty Town has always been insufficient. Otherwise, there wouldn¡¯t be so many townspeople who were rejected. We also know that manpower is precious, but there¡¯s nothing we can do about it. If we don¡¯t choose the fat monster, in terms of efficiency, if we want to find the mutated beast in a short period of time, a search team of hundreds to thousands of people is really essential.¡± Albert shrugged. He now felt the benefits of being a subordinate. In the past, he was responsible for all these troubles as a member of Parliament. Who asked him to be in charge of food and communication? Now, with a superior, it immediately became much easier. To recruit manpower, the food itself was not enough. If we don¡¯t recruit people from outside the town, we won¡¯t be able to find any traces of the mutated beast in a short period of time. Bick hesitated for a moment and slammed hard on the table. ¡°If there is no source of fat, we will not give the lower-class townspeople nutrition supplements. Everyone will eat bread and lunch meat! We will recruit survivors from outside the town to participate in the search. We will also pay them black bread and lunch meat.¡± Albert and the other two were shocked by Bick¡¯s words. Then, they did not know whether to laugh or cry. Especially Albert. He had once read a history book from the Far East. It said that there was a king who was not very smart. When the country was in famine, he told the ministers that since there was no food to eat, why did the starving people not drink meat soup? Now, Bick¡¯s words seemed to be exactly the same as the thought of the silly king. Only those who didn¡¯t understand the suffering of the people would say this. ¡°Mr. William, the black bread and lunch meat that you sold to the exchange last time was barely enough for an adult to eat for a month. This food is worth tens of thousands of energy points, you¡­¡± Albert tried to explain in a tactful tone, but soon, he could not continue. It was because Bick had actually pulled out several huge backpacks beneath the small wine cabinet in the corner of the living room. One of them seemed to be too full and could not be zipped at all. It was pulled out just like that with an opening. The black bread and lunch meat inside kept falling out of the backpacks as Bick dragged them. Gulp¡­ The sound of gulping could be heard. Albert, Old Bob, and Cook were all stunned. The three of them knew very well what so much bread and lunch meat meant. It was just like in the peaceful world before Bick¡¯s transmigration. When someone suddenly carried a few large backpacks of gold, silver, and jewelry, whoever saw it would be shocked beyond words. ¡°I will arrange for people to bring in a steady stream of black bread and lunch meat of the same quality. You guys can do whatever you want!¡± Bick waved his hand boldly. ¡°My request is very simple. Solve the problem with the fat monster as soon as possible. We can¡¯t let Liberty Town collapse. We also have to find a mutated beast as soon as possible!¡± With a large amount of food as their backing, Albert and the other two were immediately filled with fighting spirit. What was lacking in the wasteland was non-polluting food. As long as they had enough food, what could they not do? Chapter 36 The total population of Liberty Town was not as large as Bick had imagined. Although the area of the rich area was large, it was barely more than 2,000 people. This included the people who provided services to the truly rich. Most of them lived outside the rich area, but compared to the survivors living outside the town, they had at least one layer of wall protection. Many of Liberty Town¡¯s people who worked outside the rich area had to leave the town at night and live in tents outside the wall. Therefore, including the tents in the poor area, there were only 30,000 to 50,000 permanent residents in the whole town. However, this way of life took up too much land area, moreover they worked in the town during the day. This had made Bick feel like there were hundreds of thousands of people living in the town. However, now that Albert and the others had become blood slaves, there was no more secret in Liberty Town in Bick¡¯s eyes. ¡°Tens of thousands of survivors will have 5,000 guards. This strength seems pretty good. But can anyone explain why 80% of them are cold weapons? There are also these kinds of front-mounted muskets, and most of them are f*cking fire ropes?¡± Bick looked at the form provided by Albert, he was about to go crazy. ¡°Mr. William, there¡¯s nothing we can do!¡± Albert smiled bitterly. ¡°Why did we develop into a town that relies on trade? It¡¯s because we don¡¯t have any other pillar industries. If we had an arms factory like Bullet Shell Town, or a grain production like Maple Syrup Town, who would want to be a passing god of wealth? We only collect business taxes!¡± ¡°Alright!¡± What else could Bick say? He could only shake his head helplessly. At first, he thought that if he persisted for two months and let Emily deal with the remaining six council members of Liberty Town, he would be able to enjoy peace and wealth. It seemed that he was thinking too much. With the precarious situation of Liberty Town, what was there to enjoy! It was not an exaggeration at all. With the current strength of Liberty Town, it had not been merged by other survivor bases, nor was it submerged by the tide of corpses and the sweep of mutated beasts, Bick even felt that this place had been blessed by God. Otherwise, there was no way to explain how Liberty Town had developed to its current scale. Lack of food, lack of self-production of weapons, lack of energy¡­ all the problems that could be thought of existed in Liberty Town. ¡°Let¡¯s put these things aside for now. You suggest in the council that we gather some good weapons and then send out a search team to find a level one mutant beast. We¡¯ll talk about it after this matter is settled.¡± Bick simply threw all his worries to the side, he ordered Albert to gather the other members of the council for a meeting. There were priorities, so they had to be resolved one by one. Compared to the life and death of Liberty Town and its development, they had to make way for Kate. In the Middle Ages, people like Bick would definitely be the kind of people who loved the country but not the beauty. However, Bick had only been in Liberty Town for a few days, so how could he have any sense of belonging. He did not follow Albert¡¯s suggestion to allow the fat monster not far away from the town to evolve. This was good enough for him to be worthy of the townspeople here. He could not be supporting the entire town, could he? Even if he had a system, it was not how he came to be a nanny for others. There were many pitiful people in the wasteland world. Those who could be saved and helped, he would definitely help. However, it would not be to the extent of carrying everyone¡¯s fate on his shoulders. Albert¡¯s actions were very fast, or rather the power of food was great enough. With adequate food supply, the speed of manpower mobilization was beyond Bick¡¯s imagination. In the wasteland world, there was nothing that could move people¡¯s hearts more than food, especially in the wilderness. Of course, the black bread and canned lunch meat that Bick took out were not directly paid out as compensation. Instead, they were sold through Albert¡¯s food system and exchanged for lower-priced nutrient supplies, which could fill more stomachs of the poor. Rich people could also improve their quality of life, so it could be considered to be the best of both worlds. After all, in the world before Bick¡¯s transmigration, where there were famines and wars, there was no mention of using lobsters or abalones as relief food. In the wasteland world, the black bread and lunch meat with extremely high purity were much more precious than the lobsters and abalones before his transmigration. Bick only provided a total of less than a ton, which fed more than half of the population of Liberty Town. Gathering some truly ¡°good¡± guns, the 800 people who were selected had a meal of black bread and lunch meat. They were divided into eight teams in a clockwise direction, with Liberty Town as the center, circling and searching outside. They had to walk 300 miles and thoroughly search the surroundings of Liberty Town. Their target was a level-one mutated beast. This mission could really be said to be of narrow escape. Even if 100 people were all equipped with firearms, it would still be fine if they didn¡¯t encounter a mutated beast. When facing zombies and other survivors with ill intentions, they would have enough strength to protect themselves. However, if they really encountered a level-one mutated beast, these 100 people would only be able to send a message back. In fact, they might not even have the chance to send a message. The Liberty Town would then search in whichever direction the entire annihilated search party was to determine the location of the mutated beast. It was very cruel, but these search parties were all hoping that they would be able to find the mutated beast. It was because the bounty offered by Liberty Town was high enough, and there was still such precious food to eat before they set off. It was worth it! In these days, human lives were really not worth it. Sacrificing one of them in exchange for a year¡¯s worth of food and clothing for the whole family, everyone was willing to risk their lives. Of course, these search teams were determined to die before they set off. Moreover, they wanted to exchange their lives for the location of the mutated beasts. This was something that Bick did not know. Bick didn¡¯t have a direct concept of mutated beasts, although he knew that this thing was very powerful from many people¡¯s introductions. However, in Bick¡¯s imagination, this thing was only at the level of those monster movies that he had seen before he transmigrated. Jurassic Park, Skeleton Island¡­ the most amazing thing was Godzilla! But were these monsters so strong that they were undefeatable? In every movie, they were still tortured by the humans. If they didn¡¯t appear in crowded cities, how much threat could they pose to the humans? However, Bick forgot that in those movies, the humans had a well-developed government and army. The people in the wasteland did not have the combat and organizational strength to fly planes, tanks, missiles, and satellites. Albert would not report the real situation to Bick. He could also see that Mr. William was somewhat benevolent. There was no such thing as benevolence in the wasteland. It was the universal values of the wasteland. Therefore, just as Bick was confused, the eight search teams set off fearlessly. Bic thought that they would have to wait for a long time, but the news soon came back. ¡°What does the butcher mean by going berserk?¡± Bic looked at Albert, who was covered in cold sweat, and felt that things were a little out of control. Chapter 37 The search party had just set off and had yet to pull apart the distance between them when they received a request for help from the small party which had gone to kill the fat monster. Controlling the fat monster from sucking fat every day did not mean that they would not monitor and defend themselves. The fat monster¡¯s failure to evolve previously was not due to its wrong direction of its evolution. Instead, it was forcefully interrupted by the harvesting party of Liberty Town. The difference between the two was huge. When the fat monster realized that it could not do anything, it directly chose to hide a portion of its strength. The bone spear that had been cut off was still left with a section that was hidden in the thick fat. Recently, it was at the critical moment of its breakthrough. It was unable to control its energy and was exposed, which was why it was detected by the surveillance device. By the time the Liberty Town meeting ended and they decided to kill it to ensure their safety, it was already too late! After listening to Albert¡¯s report, Bick looked at the other party suspiciously. ¡°Mr. William, I really didn¡¯t arrange this!¡± Albert immediately defended himself. ¡°Back then, when I proposed to let go the fat monster, I was actually just giving you a pledge of allegiance as a sign of loyalty. A monster that was interrupted in its evolution process by a human and then controlled to absorb fat on the spot successfully evolved, it would definitely go berserk. Such a level one mutated beast will definitely not stop until it kills all the humans that can be found nearby!¡± Bick¡¯s brain was going crazy. ¡°It¡¯s so dangerous, and you still suggested it? Then what¡¯s going on now? Forget it, it¡¯s not helpful to solve the problem at this time. Go and summon the council to issue a notice to let the surrounding survivors enter the wall. Those who can pick up weapons, get ready for battle!¡± ¡°Let them in?¡± Albert was a little hesitant. As soon as he finished speaking, a furious and brutal roar came from afar. That voice was full of malice, as if it would drag the entire world into hell before it would stop. ¡°Why aren¡¯t you going?¡± Bick urged loudly, ¡°If someone takes advantage of the situation, don¡¯t you still have the patrol team in your hands? In a chaotic world, a heavy punishment is used. Anyone who causes trouble at this time will be hanged!¡± ¡°Yes, yes¡­¡±Albert heaved a huge sigh of relief. With this sentence, things would be easier to handle. He was afraid of Bick¡¯s benevolence. He did not know the nature of these wastelands visitors. Taking advantage of the chaos to rob and celebrate the end of the world was too normal for these guys. At this time, Bick could not care less about hiding his identity. He was afraid of attracting the attention of the other six members of Parliament, so he wanted to wait for Emily to turn them into blood slaves in two months. However, the plan couldn¡¯t keep up with the changes. Since that was the case, he went straight to the front. Since Bick had shown his tricks before, and he had enough food to rely on, if he could get rid of this rampaging butcher this time, not only could he get the essence of a level-one mutant beast to make potions, but he could even directly take control of Liberty Town. Emily could only come out once a month for one night, which was very precious. If he could save three slots at a time, he would save as much as possible. These senators were all in their forties or fifties, and they were not combatants. Their only use was to take control of Liberty Town. After seeing how happy Albert was after becoming a blood slave, Bick did not really want to give all the blood slave slots to them. The blood slave physique, which could increase their immunity and extend their lifespan, was more like a reward than a control over the other party to become a puppet. These days, those who could survive had a good quality of life. Whether they were puppets or not was the same. The poor people who were blocking the entrance of Liberty Town immediately became much more stable after receiving the notice that they could enter the town. After all, with the protection of the walls, they could bring about a great sense of security. As for those who took advantage of the situation, Liberty Town guards did not stand on ceremony and directly hung them at the entrance. By the time everyone had basically squeezed into the town, the team that carried out the elimination of the fat monster had already returned in defeat. If it were not for the eight search teams that just happened to arrive in time to support them, they would not even be able to return. Even so, there were less than 300 people who had abandoned their armor and returned to the town. Looking at the dusty faces of the people, everyone standing on the town wall had ugly expressions on their faces. There were a total of 500 people guarding the fat monster¡¯s base. Adding in the thousands of people who had gone to eliminate it, there were also 800 people from the search teams. Only a fraction from more than 2,000 people had returned. How could this not make everyone panic. There were only 5,000 guards in the entire Liberty Town, and the ones sent out were elites. The remaining 2,000 people were old, weak, sick, and disabled. The weapons in their hands were all cold weapons. Despair enveloped the entire Liberty Town. Even the thugs who were eager to enjoy the doomsday revelry lowered their heads listlessly, ready to receive the final verdict of fate. ¡°Look at your cowardice! This is your home, with your parents, wives, children, brothers and sisters. Do you want to stretch your necks and wait for death? Wait for that monster to destroy your home and chew up all your relatives?¡± Bick was furious, he stood on the high wall and roared. His voice resounded through the loudspeakers that filled the entire town. ¡°Even if we die, we will die on the path of the charge. The nuclear war did not destroy us, and biochemical crisis did not drive us out. As survivors, we have struggled in the wasteland for a hundred years. This means that God has not abandoned us!¡± As Bick¡¯s words were spoken, the divine light in the eyes of the townspeople fluctuated. It was as if a spark of hope had been ignited. ¡°It sounds so good to hear. What hope is there at this time?¡± The old man who was also standing on the high wall suddenly interrupted Bick¡¯s speech. He turned his head in anger and saw that it was Old Bobby, the councilman who was in charge of the transportation of Liberty Town. Bick did not bother to pay attention to him. This kind of guy who was not clear-headed and only opposed him for the sake of opposing him, finding fault with anything and did nothing, arguing with him would only waste his breath and was useless. However, Bick ignored him, and Old Bobby thought that he had caught the loophole in Bick¡¯s words. He immediately said proudly, ¡°At this time, we should escape. Those who want to leave, quickly come to the parking lot and register. I only have three big trucks and a bus. The seats are limited¡­¡± ¡°Boom!¡± A gunshot interrupted old Bobby¡¯s advertisement. His wide-opened mouth was still emitting green smoke. The setting sun shone directly through the big hole in the back of his head. ¡°Oh, my God! How dare you?¡± ¡°Old Bobby, he killed Old Bobby!¡± ¡°Guards, guards¡­¡± Screams and roars were heard. The high wall was in a mess for a moment. No one had expected that Bick would attack without hesitation. ¡°Shut the f*ck up!¡± Bick roared and then glanced at the crowd fiercely. ¡°If anyone tries to escape again, he will be a role model!¡± Just a few trucks was like a drop in the bucket to the tens of thousands of people in the town. If some of the higher-ups ran away at this time, the remaining townspeople would not be organized. They would definitely be massacred by that monster. Chapter 38 With Bick¡¯s decision at the critical moment, the riot in Liberty Town was barely suppressed. The strong men comforted their families and walked up to the city wall one by one, silently taking the weapons distributed by the Liberty Town patrol team. The young man was right. Where could they run to? In the 100 years since the start of the War of Apocalypse, humans had been living too hard. If they continued to run, they would only be struggling to survive. If they could defend this wall today, not only would their families be safe, they might also be able to change their lives. We were not cowards, we just lacked a leader. When those adults could stand out and lead us to resist, what would we poor wasteland people care about? We were already living a life of death. Every day, we struggled at the edge of life and death. Let¡¯s fight it out! ¡°Help, help¡­ open the city gate and let us in!¡± ¡°We will die, we will all die¡­¡± Bick was searching through the system space to see if there were any useful treasures. Suddenly, he heard a flurry of footsteps and extremely panicked wails. It was not easy and the morale had just been raised. What was this? ¡°The scouts who went out to investigate have retreated!¡± Albert said with a trembling voice and pointed at the bottom of the high wall. Bick poked his head out to take a look. He saw seven or eight scouting soldiers who were panicking like frightened rabbits. They used their hands and feet to knock on the city gate. There were even two guys who simply used their heads to knock on it. Even though their heads were bleeding, they still refused to stop. It seemed that this was the only way to knock on the city gate faster. Perhaps, they just wanted to use this method to suppress the fear in their hearts. ¡°F*ck!¡± Bick could not let them continue like this. Otherwise, it would be chaotic again. He raised his long gun and fired rapidly at the empty space at the feet of the people below. The bullets that filled the magazine were all scattered down. Those who had not completely lost their minds were immediately awakened by the dust that rose up under their feet. They tried their best to control their companions who were still in a frenzy. After that, they simply knocked out the two who had completely gone crazy with the butt of their guns. ¡°Put down the basket and pull them up. Find someone who can still talk and report to us!¡± Bick pressed the bullets down with a ¡°click¡± sound while instructing Albert to do his work. In fact, it was not until he stood in front that Bick realized that there were no professional military talents in Liberty Town. The seven members of Parliament were in charge of food, communications, energy, vehicles, and even the prostitutes in and out of the town. However, none of them controlled the guards and trained the armed forces that could truly protect them in the wasteland. However, after thinking about it, one could understand what was going on. Liberty Town had a total of seven council members with similar strength as the leaders. Who would allow the other six council members to control the armed forces? With the check and balance, each of them kept an elite 180 people as their personal guards. The guards of a total of 5,000 people were not valued at all. Otherwise, there would not be the situation where most of the 5,000 guards even used cold weapons. Bick had been able to arrange heavy machine guns in and around the town without arousing the suspicion of the various forces in Liberty Town. It was also due to this situation. But now, this was not good news for Bick. If he had know such true strength of Liberty Town, Bick would not have arranged for Albert to suggest in the parliament to search for some level one mutated beast. ¡°It, it¡¯s coming, it¡¯s coming straight to our Liberty Town! It¡¯s too powerful, the kind of power that can not be resisted¡­¡± A scout in a daze was brought up and he was shouting randomly. Bick glared at Albert with dissatisfaction. He didn¡¯t like this guy no matter how he looked at it. He told him to bring someone who could report to him, but he got this one who was going crazy? Albert was also helpless. This was the luckiest one. At least he was going crazy, and the rest had already gone crazy. They only knew how to drool in a daze, or they were crazily self-harming. Just as Bick was about to ask more questions, he noticed a black dot on the horizon that was getting bigger. ¡°Boom, boom¡­¡± The sound of a huge pile driver hitting the ground could be heard. The tremors on the ground were getting bigger, and the pebbles on the city wall started to jump. ¡°Haha, it¡¯s coming, it¡¯s coming. It¡¯s coming with death and destruction. We¡¯re all going to die, we¡¯re all going to die!¡± The only scout who still had some sense was completely mad. He roared at the sky while laughing maniacally. ¡°Bang!¡± Without waiting for Bick to stop him, this fellow leaped and directly jumped off the city wall. ¡°Haha, cough cough¡± The city wall that was five to six meters tall did not let the scout die immediately. He spat out blood and laughed maniacally at the same time. Bick raised his long gun and directly smashed the other party¡¯s head, giving him a quick death. Otherwise, the morale that he had worked so hard to raise would be drained again. ¡°This distance is at least 1,000 to 2,000 yards. How big Is this guy?¡± Bick looked into the distance, his heart was pounding. ¡°At least 10 meters. It¡¯s¡­ It¡¯s too huge!¡± Old Bob swallowed his saliva and answered with some difficulty. As the security chief of the Wealthy District, Old Bob¡¯s combat literacy was not bad. Although his skills and tactical skills had declined greatly in his old age, he definitely did not lack experience. Observing from a distance and judging the size of the target was the most basic ability. ¡°Sh*t!¡± Bick cursed in a low voice. Looking at the setting sun, he was a little anxious. He had calculated the resources in the system space just now. Facing such a huge monster like butcher, he did not have much confidence in defeating the enemy and winning. Originally, he had encouraged the people of Liberty Town to stay until midnight so that he would have time to sign in and receive a new reward. Bick did not place his hopes on the people of Liberty Town. The only requirement was to hold the butcher off for a few hours. But now, it seemed that a few hours was an extravagant hope. Not to mention the butcher¡¯s huge body, the walls of Liberty Town that were five to six meters tall barely reached its waist. It could just raised its leg and walked over. Even the other party¡¯s soaring killing intent made the people who faced it lose their value. Giant phobia was the fear left behind in the genes of the human ancestors. Facing a giant beast that was far beyond imagination, there were not many warriors who could stand up straight. ¡°Master, Emily can¡¯t break the seal to protect you¡­¡± Emily¡¯s charming voice suddenly sounded in Bick¡¯s heart. Without waiting for Emily to finish, Bick interrupted her, ¡°This is not your fault. Don¡¯t put too much pressure on yourself.¡± How could Bick not know what the so-called seal was? It was already good enough for the system to give Emily to him in advance. What more could he ask for? Unexpectedly, Emily continued, ¡°But, I can lend you a part of my power.¡± Chapter 39 ¡°Lend me your strength?¡± Bick was stunned for a moment, but he immediately became ecstatic. Bick had seen how strong Emily was. To make a simple comparison, if the butcher who was gradually approaching Liberty Town was a strength-type warrior, then Emily was a combination of an assassin and a mage of the same level or even stronger. Of course, this was under the situation where Emily¡¯s strength had been ¡°sealed¡± by more than half. If it was a full moon tonight, how would Bick put the butcher in his eyes? Wasn¡¯t it just a level-one mutated beast? Emily had the combined strength of a level-two to level-three mutated beast at the very least. It was absolutely easy for her to crush the other party. Now that he heard Emily could lend him strength, even if it was only half, he could still compete with the butcher. ¡°My master, I was prepared to say that I can lend you a part of Count Dracula¡¯s aura. Of course, this is just a simulation. You haven¡¯t really become Count Dracula!¡± Emily¡¯s words were like a basin of cold water, directly extinguishing Bick¡¯s soaring enthusiasm. He had been fantasizing that he would transform into a superhero and fight with the butcher who was gradually approaching him for 300 rounds. There was nothing he couldn¡¯t do. In the end, he would kill the butcher in front of everyone¡¯s eyes and stand on its corpse to receive the cheers of the masses! But now? ¡°Si¡­ simulate? You mean¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. You can completely simulate the aura of Count Dracula. Moreover, it was during his most powerful period, but it doesn¡¯t have the slightest bit of combat strength.¡± Emily¡¯s voice was a little playful, as if it could tease Bick, it would make her very happy. ¡°You did it on purpose, Little Emily, you definitely did it on purpose!¡± Bick shouted in his heart, somewhat displeased. ¡°It¡¯s master¡¯s fault for not accepting the my sire! It¡¯s such a comfortable thing to become a vampire. Not only can you live forever, but you also have great strength. Moreover, don¡¯t you want to become the same kind as Emily? If you accept Emily¡¯s sire, I will provide you with all the blood essence in your heart so that you can inherit the position of Count Dracula and become the true king of vampires, the ancestor of vampires in this world!¡± Emily¡¯s voice was full of temptation. Great power, the position of the ancestor of a clan, a long life¡­ ¡°No, there¡¯s no need to say anymore. Lend me Count Dracula¡¯s aura simulation!¡± Bick had no choice but to interrupt Emily¡¯s temptation. He was afraid that he couldn¡¯t resist and agree to it. If not for the system¡¯s support, Bick would have agreed to it without any hesitation when Emily first proposed to give him a sire. After all, in the wasteland world, having strong personal strength was the only guarantee of survival. However, with the existence of the system, Bick¡¯s future had endless possibilities. Why would he abandon those possibilities just for the strength of a vampire king? No matter how mysterious and powerful the blood clan magic was, could it be better than the great mage Merlin? It was true that the blood clan had a long lifespan, but if any god or demon was randomly chosen, which one of them was not an immortal? Bick did not want to become a blood clan as he did not want to limit his own development so early. A creature like a vampire was at the bottom level among extraordinary beings. To abandon his future development for the sake of a little temptation was a short-sighted action. Seeing that Bick had made up his mind, Emily had no choice. She was not using the opportunity of the butcher¡¯s attack to force Bick. As a reward from the system, her 100% loyalty was engraved in the depth of her soul. However, it was understandable for her to make suggestions that were beneficial to herself and her race without betraying Bick. Now that Bick did not choose the blood clan as the direction of development, Emily could only make the greatest contribution under the current conditions. There was one thing that she definitely did not lie about. If Bick did not become blood clan, he really could not borrow any fighting strength. As for the blood clan magic, Bick could learn it. It was not that he had to become blood clan to unleash its power. There was nothing else. It was just that there was not enough blood energy. How much blood did the human body have? How much blood energy could be extracted? The conservation of energy was the most basic law in the universe. Even extraordinary creatures had to abide by it! ¡°Please accept the aura of the King of my race, the gift of Count Dracula.¡± Emily chanted a melodious incantation loudly. As her voice continued to rise in Bick¡¯s heart, the seal tattoo gradually became blood-red and hot. The orange-yellow sunset became deeper and deeper until it finally turned into a blood-red light. The sunset that filled the sky was like a sea of blood, and the rolling burning clouds were like blood waves. ¡°Oh, God!¡± ¡°Is it the real end of the world this time?¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a level-one mutated beast. How could it cause a change in the weather?!¡± The people on the city wall looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky in shock. Their mouths were wide open, and they couldn¡¯t even feel their saliva flowing onto their front lapels. What Bick borrowed at this moment was the aura of Count Dracula when he became the first blood clan in the world and became a king in blood and fire. No matter what kind of creature it was, to be able to become the king of their own race was absolutely worthy of respect. If one could not understand the mystery of aura, then think of ordinary beasts. When they were hunting, the weak prey would be so scared that they would not dare to resist or run away. Even a group of lions that were hunting on the African grassland had their own aura to become the Lion King! And to be able to become the king of all the lions in the world, how powerful would its aura be? And this was just an ordinary beast. The aura of extraordinary creatures like the blood clan was even more unimaginable. And for a king of a clan like Dracula, his aura caused a change in the weather. It was simply too normal. In a trance, Bick seemed to have transformed into the depressed and lonely king of the blood clan. He sat high up on the throne that was slowly rising in the sea of blood. Under his feet were thousands of vampires worshipping him. All around him were countless blood slaves devoutly supporting him. Although he had an incomparable status and strength, and his lifespan was so long with the era as the unit, his soul had no one to rely on. He could only drift with the flow of the sea of blood, using the blood of all living beings to slightly relieve the loneliness of eternal life. A long sigh that came from his soul sounded. Bick was glad that he did not choose to become a blood clan member. Dracula¡¯s eternal life and strength were the source of his pain! At the moment the sigh came out, all the creatures, snakes, mice, ants, humans, zombies, mutated beasts, and even the plants in a thousand miles radius around Bick were frozen in the air. That was because even the air seemed to be frozen. A fear that came from his soul and faced his natural enemy spread around all the creatures. ¡°Level four? No, no¡­ at least level five mutated beast, where did this come from?¡± In a dark cave, a panicked and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and then the voice was completely frozen. Chapter 40 The frozen air made it difficult for everyone to breathe. This area was thousands of miles wide, and all the creatures in this area seemed to be in a vacuum environment. The air around them became thick and stubborn, it was not something that their breathing system could shake. Fortunately, this time was only one or two seconds, but the creatures within this area of thousands of miles seemed to have lived for one or two centuries. ¡°D*mn it, I thought only the Northern Federation had high-level mutated beasts. It seems that I have to continue to break through. Humans¡­ lucky humans, you always have the advantage in evolution¡­¡± Whispers came from the dark cave. Soon, the voices were so low that they could not be heard. Finally, the ancient silence was restored. At the same time, in the large cities that had been destroyed for almost a hundred years in the wilderness, countless zombies turned to look in the direction of Liberty Town. Their imaginations lit up one by one with a weak fluorescent light, and then dimmed again. A wave of strange undulations swept through the zombie crowd. Soon, they began to work like an ant colony, with a clear division of labor and astonishing efficiency. At the outermost edge of Bick¡¯s soaring aura, a thin, small, ET-like blue humanoid monster used a language that was far beyond human comprehension to communicate with a few green, robust humanoid creatures that were over three meters tall. Soon, the green creatures moved in groups toward the direction of Liberty Town. Bick had just borrowed his aura, so he could not control the range of their influence very well. However, he soon used it with ease. It was as if he was controlling his own breathing system to breathe. It was the kind of breathing that would not be affected even if he fell into a coma or lost consciousness. It was as if it was an innate instinct. Like the ebbing tide of the ocean, the overwhelming and astonishing aura was all retracted back into Bick¡¯s body. The people on the high wall immediately gasped for breath. Even if all of this happened within a few seconds, they seemed to have been imprisoned for a long time. Torrential sweat dripped down, and the oxygen was greedily sucked into their lungs. ¡°Master¡¯s master is actually so powerful?¡± Albert and the other two exchanged glances. They were terrified and panicked, and then they felt extremely fortunate and even honored. Following such a powerful leader was the guarantee of survival in the wasteland. Moreover, it was a better chance of survival. Wealth, status, and power were definitely a future that could be hoped for. Those who were dissatisfied with Bick¡¯s sudden step out to seize power and even kill a member of Parliament were all trembling at this moment. They felt as if they had escaped with their lives. Especially the other five members of Parliament. Since they were pleased to have asked another member of Parliament to object, Bick had shot that poor fellow in the mouth. Fortunately, they were one step too late. Otherwise, their deaths would have been in vain. How could such a powerful lord appear in a place like the wilderness? What followed was jealousy towards Albert. He had actually joined this lord long ago. When that reckless level one mutant beast was killed, Albert, who had woken up lucky, would definitely receive more gifts, right? When the aura swept in all directions just now, Bick had already vaguely felt those strange locations. However, this was the first time he used this ¡°Dracula¡¯s gift¡± that Emily called it. He was still not very familiar with it. He could not accurately determine the source of those strange locations. However, Bick had already memorized those locations in his mind. A deep underground cave, a once prosperous city center, a primitive village¡­ ¡°It seems that this world is more interesting than I imagined. When I get rid of this butcher, I will definitely go and take a look¡­¡± Bick decided in his heart, and then he condensed that shocking aura, compressing them into a ray as thick as a goose egg. Of course, he wanted to continue condensing them, but he couldn¡¯t do it no matter how hard he tried. After all, this was a vast aura that could sweep across thousands of miles. Moreover, within this range, it could maintain its suppression on all living creatures. One could imagine how difficult it was to condense it. To be able to compress it into a ray as thick as a goose egg was already beyond Bick¡¯s initial expectations. When it was about to exceed Bick¡¯s control limit, he unreservedly aimed the ray of aura as thick as a goose egg straight at the level one mutated beast, butcher, which was moving aimlessly a few thousand yards away. The butcher was like an enlarged Michelin tyre man who had just successfully mutated. He had gone from an ordinary beast-level creature that only knew how to eat to increase fat in order to become a mutated beast that had a certain level of intelligence. The desire to kill filled its mind, making it instinctively look for more prey. However, when it was a few thousand yards away from Liberty Town, its instinct made it feel the danger. It was as if there was a small town that it treated as a canteen not far away. There was a natural enemy waiting for it to come. Just as the butcher was hesitating whether or not to escape first, a terrifying killing intent that froze its soul pierced through its tough skin, which it was proud of, and directly rushed into its mind. ¡°Awoo!¡± The butcher let out a wail. Its huge body, which was more than ten meters tall, turned around and fled. ¡°Huff¡­ huff¡­¡± Bic panted heavily, feeling as if its entire body was about to be hollowed out. The emptiness that came from the soul was far more unbearable than being physically hollowed out. ¡°D*mn it, this move consumes so much energy, but it can only make the opponent¡¯s soul tremble for a few hours?¡± Bick smacked his lips and ridiculed in his heart. To put it bluntly, Dracula¡¯s gift was a skill similar to the ¡°fear magic¡± in the game that Bick played before he transmigrated. It was a ¡°support magic¡± that could make the intimidated enemy temporarily run away and not dare to fight. The effect depended on the strength of Bick¡¯s soul compared to the opponent¡¯s. With the level one mutated beast¡¯s greed for further evolution, or to be more precise, a few hours was more than enough for them to covet the flesh and blood of the tens of thousands of survivors in Liberty Town. ¡°Fortify the fortifications and distribute all the weapons. Get everyone ready to fight with their lives.¡± Bick caught his breath and immediately began to instruct Albert. The other members of Parliament immediately began to act upon hearing that. They were even more active than Albert, the real blood slave. They all wanted to perform well in front of Bick, the human-shaped mutated beast. Such a powerful person with astonishing financial resources. What¡¯s more to wait if they did not seek refuge now? ¡°Master¡¯s master¡­ alright, Mr. William.¡± Albert was reminded by Bick¡¯s gaze and hurriedly changed his address. ¡°Why don¡¯t we let the old, the weak, and the disabled evacuate first?¡± He was not stupid enough to ask why the butcher was still preparing for battle after being chased away. After all, the wasteland world had been open for a hundred years. Everyone knew how difficult it was to deal with mutated beasts.