emmm...
The base probably doesn't know that their intensive farming regardless of cost actually hurts some people.
"All these fried leftovers are enough for me to summon the 350,000 to 50,000 bitch No. 2. The wealthy family will freeze to death in the smell of wine and meat. I really want to rebel against him!"
After more than twenty rounds, it was already dusk with fireworks and firecrackers going off. Lao Wang and Li Laixi were munching on dried meat, but Li Cang had no appetite.
"Pfft," Lao Wang spat directly, "I'm not talking about Teacher Cang, why do you feel so bad about you? You can't take it away even if it doesn't explode to pieces, right?"
Li Cang choked for a moment: "I never dreamed of it. I have been looking forward to the right opportunity and the right place to carry out a mass extinction. But I encountered it. The dog legs can't get through it, and the raw materials can't be taken away——"
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. The more I took a step back, the more I felt frustrated. Not only was this world as cold as paper, but they even blatantly put eye drops on me!
The base's actions were very swift. More than twenty rounds of bombings directly whitewashed the main island of the base. The outer defense line was tightened to the limit step by step, and the zombies were pushed back to Black Mist Island overnight. Thousands of people prayed at the same time, and they just established the base. A high wall of more than ten meters was built to lock the black mist island to the strong man.
What followed was simply an assembly line operation, with artillery fire washing the ground and peanuts and wine. From time to time, several strong teams were sent into the high wall to practice. A series of operations made Old Wang Li Cang and Li Laixi stunned and speechless for a long time.
At this point, the Black Mist Island chain has stopped making waves, and it is only a matter of time before it is cleared.
Li Cang estimated that the black oil alone could bring at least millions of coins to the base, not to mention soft income such as Black Mist Island Walking Dead. Whether this thing is used as a servant of destiny or transformed into a bloodline They are all very useful.
Li Cang is sour... so sour...
"I'm doing this!" Master Wang yelled, "This, this, this, is the base so brave? Teacher Cang, I regret it. We should have clicked on the technology tree at the beginning. Take a look, there are everywhere within the range. Truth, you are so natural and elegant, look at us again, leading a bunch of black stuff, moaning and throwing your arms away and going up to fuck us. It's so rude, so unworthy, with a big guy They are like horses and monkeys, and people are so irritating when compared to others..."
"Zhaoyu, you're the only one who can do that!" Li Cang said in a nonchalant manner: "My brother has always been very elegant, waving his hands with thousands of troops, but we are walking the path of a mage~"
"hetui!"
Lao Wang didn't bother to reason with him. What was going on? Did Ning really have no idea?
The scene was basically under control. Beizhikang, Wu Nansen and others pretended to be insignificant even though their faces were red. They looked at Lao Wang dragging a person like a dog to death: "What is going on? He... "
Li Cang briefly explained the situation, and Wu Nansen immediately said there was no problem.
"It's a small matter. Let the people from the research and judgment team come over. They are professionals. They have been studying these attentively for several months. They should be able to find something." He said: "I saw the report from the special service. You guys saved the day." Hundreds of people? More people than a well-trained and fully equipped special service search and rescue team can save. Too many words of thanks seem cheap and pretentious. Well, Base 3 is your home. Do something for your family. I Just take it as it should be, hahaha, what do you think, Comrade Li Cang, Comrade Zhong Jianzhang, Comrade Li Laixi?"
Just talk about it with a hammer, and you will understand it all!
"Tui," said old comrade Bei Zhikang with a sour look on his face, despising this scornful person, "give you a pole and you can climb up to the sky!"
The old bastard doesn't talk about martial arts, first come, first served, do you understand? He's poaching the corner of our 7th base in person?
No, we have to talk to this old pallet carefully when we go back. By the way, we must stabilize Li Cang first!
"Speaking of which, I feel like servants of destiny rarely appear in the base?" Li Cang asked, "Does the base have any restrictions or regulations in this regard?"
Bei Zhikang and Wu Nansen looked at each other and shook their heads, as if they couldn't bear to look back on the past.
"It was not easy at the beginning of the establishment of Base 37. They are all based on the army as the main body to accommodate ordinary survivors. The more people are accommodated, the more troubles will naturally occur. The same rice can support all kinds of people. Both bases have their own problems. Several vicious incidents such as armed attacks, deliberate murders, and robberies by servants of destiny have resulted in at least hundreds of innocent people being victimized..."
"Alas! It was really a headache during that time. There were doomsday disasters and prayers, so there were too many people with an unbalanced mentality. Plus, with things like servants of fate, it was too easy and too cheap to change their entire appearance. The detection rate of murders at Base 7 was once as low as less than 15%..."
"The base has tried various methods for this purpose, and even made a prayer plan to detect whether someone has killed someone. It is somewhat similar to the echo of the dead you mentioned. It is dominated by the prayer interface, but the detection It’s not the ‘resentment’ of the zombies, but of humans!”
Wu Nansen's expression was slightly tangled, and it was obvious that mentioning this kind of feudal dross put a lot of psychological burden on him as a military leader.
"Oh? The base is very open-minded! What happened next?"
"Ahem, the prayer interface prompts that the so-called 'curse' of both zombies and humans is very fragile. Not only will it disappear over time, but after a person dies, all creatures within a certain range will be contaminated with this curse. It's just a matter of how many. , the base could not find a suitable method to judge the time when the curse was contaminated, and there was no way to make a specific judgment based on the amount of remaining curses to measure whether a person had killed anyone. It was basically a failed attempt. A lot of coins were spent on this, and in the end there was really no good solution except to reduce the number of destiny servants as much as possible and treat unreported destiny servants as illegal."
"No wonder..."
"You do what you do and love what you do. It's true that you are the first to create a criminal genre," Lao Wang sighed. "Shouldn't I be shot to show respect?"
In troubled times, important rules should be used. Lao Wang's thoughts are so simple and unpretentious.
Bei Zhikang sighed silently.
Wu Nansen gloated: "At that time, Lao Bei was busy with boundless love and benefiting the world. His brains were happily shattered by the hundreds and thousands of survivors who bowed to him every day. In addition, Dai Lihong and his gang were The gentle policy has turned into a chronic disease after the reaction, the population has increased sharply, and the base's official control ability has declined sharply..."
"Yes, yes, I am short-sighted. You, the 3rd base, have foresight!" Bei Zhikang cursed and said to the people around him: "All the systems of the disaster relief base have elements of adapting to local conditions, but the open support and delegation of power like the 3rd base, Scorpion Baba is still the only one who engages in the alternative capitalism of the weak and the strong - Lao Wu, don’t be too busy having fun, because before long, it will be your turn to be in trouble."
"Ha! I don't want to hear what you say. You are obviously the one with 'foresight'!" Wu Nansen said with disdain, "Old guy! Old-fashioned! When do you think it is now? These disaster relief bases are all over the place. After 4 months of hard work, it is only a few thousand square kilometers and has a population of tens of thousands. How big of a place is it to start worrying about things? You have been looking at the hidden dangers that are worried about you for a long time, separated by hundreds of thousands of people. As for Eight Thousand Miles, to put it bluntly, with our current size, we are not qualified to discuss the field of ideology!"
"You#￥%..."
Sonorous, sonorous, the two of them became more and more excited as they talked, their faces red and their necks thick, so why don't you two have a fight?
Li Cang didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.
Ideology?
What a classy thing...
