The 12 pieces of deerskins are the entire inventory of the shelter, and 3 of them were bought from Yuki's family by Lucius digging up the corner of the old leech.
There is nothing wrong with the quality of the deerskin. Both the color and the integrity are excellent. After thinking about it, Liszt finally nodded reluctantly.
"Make a deal."
The two sides exchanged supplies.
Before leaving, Liszt and Lucius shook hands, with a pleasant smile on their faces.
"Goodbye friend, if we can still see each other, it should be spring next time."
Lucius also smiled lightly.
"We're always there, take care."
"You too."
Suddenly remembered something, Liszt continued.
"By the way, I heard that there is a tribe of predators heading north from the city viaduct. It seems to be called the Bloody Hand clan. There are sixty or seventy people. It's not a good idea to settle down here, even if they are more likely to plunder northward, It will be a matter of time before you are discovered by them... In short, it is better to be careful. There will be a period later!"
After leaving these words, Liszt left with his caravan.
Lucius watched the caravan disappear into the woods, and then turned back to the wall of the outpost.
Of course he knew that this place was not a good place to end up. If he had a choice, Lucius would definitely find a decent place to settle down, preferably a place suitable for farming and mining, and there is no dangerous geomantic treasure around.
It's a pity that this is not playing "Civilization game". If you can't see the 3 luxury and 2 mines within three grids, you can reopen it directly in the upper right corner. The sanctuary had been built two centuries ago, and it was too late to repent.
Go back inside the wall. Lucius looked at Yugin, took out a white chip from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Thank you, you did me a great favor."
Seeing Lucius take out his chips, Yugin's face changed and he waved his hands quickly.
"No, no, what are you doing, I can't accept it."
As he said that, he suddenly remembered something, rummaged through his pocket for a while, and found a piece of aluminum foil the size of a thumbnail.
"By the way, my big brother's illness is already cured, and my father asked me to exchange the remaining medicine for you—"
Seeing that this guy was unwilling to accept it, Lucius sighed and took back the chips.
"Okay, since you insist, I won't give in to you. But you can keep this medicine, I don't lack it."
After spending some time, he finally convinced this honest young man. Seeing him disappear into the forest, Lucius thought that maybe he should smoke more medicines and sell them. According to rumors, other large and medium-sized shelters seem to do more medicine business?
After all, larger shelters would have dispensing rooms, and it was said that some even had huge drug stores. Of course, just listen to the rumors in the wasteland. Even in the era of information explosion, the authenticity of every message cannot be guaranteed, let alone here?
These days, the performance of the players is fairly diligent. On average, they can save 5~7 reward points every day, which is 22 points after calculation.
After handing over the task of assembling the generator to the players, Lucius turned and returned to the shelter. When he turned on the system and entered the 【 Administrator Log 】 page, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.
【 The side mission is completed. 】
【 Reward: Reward points +100. 】
Faced with this sudden reward, Lucius was stunned.
Good guy. This side quest has been delayed for so long, he only remembered that the outpost still lacked a generator, but he forgot about the quest reward.
"Get rich!"
Lucius was excited, before he could stand firmly in the shelter, he turned around and walked outside.
"Go outside and wash your face first!"
Advanced Blind Box! This thing can't be hasty!
...
It is about 1.7 kilometers north of Wetland Park. A group of wild-looking men dressed in animal skins, with red and black paint on their faces, were heading south along the ruins of the elevated road out of the city.
They held strangely shaped iron-barrel rifles in their hands instead of carrying them on their backs, as if they were ready for battle, menacing.
The mutated mice on the road fled one after another. Occasionally, a few mutated cockroaches the size of puppies rushed over, and they were trampled to death, or their heads were smashed with the butt of a gun. However, this also caused a lot of movement. In addition, because the discipline of this group of people is really not flattering, the gags along the way can be heard from far away.
Several players transporting stones from the construction site quickly found them, and immediately threw the mine cart on the side of the road to hide, and the people also hid.
"Who are these guys?" Looking nervously at the group of people in the distance, [ The Boy On The Construction Site ] whispered, "Ten people, and three dogs on a leash... I always feel that they don't seem like good stubble."
"I feel the same way...they are a bit like predators." [ Edge Stroke ] also watched nervously, clenched the knife in his pocket.
Although this does not bring him much sense of security.
"F*ck, it's really a siege incident?!"
"A rational analysis... He has heard your words."
"Planner my father!"
"Shh, you two stop talking nonsense," [ Big Eyes In Liabilities ] glanced at the two teammates beside him, and said in a low voice, "Construction Boy, you report about this to Manager."
"Hey, why didn't you go?"
"I'm an intelligence department! Who the hell can I run past? Be careful, strength department long-distance running is still possible."
"Then why not Edge?"
"F*ck he is a perception department! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, there are rewards for reporting valuable information, have you forgotten?"
Hearing that there was a reward, The Boy On The Construction Site was finally willing to move. His heart was beating violently. He hid behind the advertising stand and walked a full 200 meters until the group of people disappeared from sight before running wildly into the forest.
When he arrived at the outpost, the newcomers were cutting trees, the old players were returning with their prey, and some people were setting up stalls at the entrance of the market and thinking about making lunch.
A piece of leisure.
Ignoring his beating heart, The Boy On The Construction Site rushed to the door and shouted loudly.
"Predators! Predators are coming!"
Hearing his shout, all the people near the wall were stupefied and didn't understand what was going on.
"What? What predators?"
"Where is the manager! Hurry up, report to him!" The Boy On The Construction Site propped his hands on his knees, panting heavily.
"I'm right here," Lucius walked out of the door, with water still hanging on his eyebrows, and looked at the player in front of him seriously, "You mean the predator?"
"Yes! They have a group of people, ten people to be precise! They are coming to us along the north side elevated road, everyone is carrying a gun, and they are leading three dogs!"
Lucius's face changed slightly, and he didn't care about the lottery draw anymore, so he immediately gave orders to the players beside him.
"Let all players near the outpost come back! Go!"
"Yes!"
Several players ran away with excitement on their faces. There was no expression of worry on their faces, but a little excited.
Siege! War!!
Unexpectedly, the planner gave them a big surprise! However, they don't know that a certain planner is more tense than them at this moment.
He walked to the weapon shop with strides, Lucius picked up the dozing proprietress of the weapon shop, carried it on her shoulder, and picked up her two crutches with his left hand.
"Ah! You, what are you doing, in broad daylight—" Shocked by this sudden movement, Sumeria, who just woke up from a doze, blushed and struggled a few times, but Lucius ignored her at all.
"Shut up."
Putting the guy down next to the elevator on the first floor of the nursing home, Lucius returned the crutches to Sumeria who was standing firm against the wall, staring at her bewildered face and said seriously.
"If you call the door in a while, you can wait in the elevator, and I will take you down when I come. If I don't come, you should keep quiet and hide quietly."
The elevator leading to the underground needs the authorization of the manager to start. Lucius temporarily locked the elevator. After all, this is the way he left for himself.
Sumeria nodded sharply, but she wasn't too flustered, at least not as flustered as she was when facing him.
"I see...wait, got here? Who got here?"
"Predator—"
Before the words fell, there was a gunshot from afar, followed by two more bangs from afar. According to the sound, it is about two or three hundred meters away.
Lucius's expression froze, and the flow of blood began to speed up.
Predator!
Coming!
...
Outside the north gate.
A line of looters with guns in their hands, yelling loudly, pushed toward the north gate and shot the fleeing survivors. The weapons in their hands are various, including revolver rifles picked up from merchants, semi-automatic rifles snatched from mercenaries, or iron-barrel rifles that they simply DIY.
No matter what kind of weapon it is, in this jungle terrain, it is not so easy to hit it from a distance of two hundred meters. And the fact is true, after a few gunshots, no one fell to the ground, and the few survivors by the wall quickly hid in the door, and only a few of the wooden booths at the door were damaged.
However, the outcome of a battle does not depend on how many people are killed in the battle, but on making the opponent completely give up resistance.
These marauders know this well. The art of fear has been played to the extreme by them. The dense gunfire and the resulting suppression of firepower have an almost devastating effect on the morale of non-professional soldiers.
A stronghold of survivors with 30 people can only become one-third of the combat power, and it can only be one-half if it is as strong as the sky.
There is no need to kill the fleeing survivors on the spot, these rats will run around, bring the plague called fear back to their lair, and completely destroy their will to resist. Generally, in the small survivor communities plundered by them, less than one tenth of the survivors actually died in the gun battle.
Perhaps these people will muster up the courage to hide behind the bunker and fire a few symbolic shots back, but it will not take long for their morale to break and they will flee through other doors.
At that time, the elderly, children and women would be left behind, and the fleeing young and middle-aged could not outrun the hounds they brought. There is often only one final fate of this kind of survivor stronghold.
Be slaughtered. Or be enslaved!
"Hahaha! Look at those cowards, they run away like mice at the sound of gunfire!"
The burly man with bare arms was holding a 9mm iron-barreled rifle in his hand, laughing loudly while firing, his ferocious face was glowing red.
As one of the head of the Bloody Hand clan, his name is Badger, a name given by the leader himself. And the nine people under his command are mostly his relatives or confidantes.
The bloodlines of the Predator tribe are usually very chaotic. They do not produce, advocate violence, and make a living by plundering and extorting. Therefore, there is no concept of family in the traditional sense, let alone the concept of husband and wife or spouse.
Taking the Bloody Hand clan as an example, if a newborn is born, the strong male baby will be accepted as a clan member, and the rest will be slaves, either engaged in labor or used as a reproductive tool, so there are often half-brothers or half-sisters in the clan.
These relatives often act together like wolves, and the bravest among them will be appointed by the leader as the head of ten-man team. And their relatives will also be stained with light, becoming veterans or elites of the predators, and gaining more rights to control their own spoils.
"Hey, is it still the blue coat? Looks like it's fun to go in!"
A tall and thin man responded with a strange smile, and at the same time loaded the shotgun in his hand, and continued to fire towards the bunker on the fence.
"Old rules, young and old are killed, and the males cut off their index fingers and tie them up."
"Boss, what about the girls?"
"The first one to enter the door will be picked first. We will only stay for two hours, and take away those who are still alive after two hours."
"Aww!"
Fifty meters away!
The opponent still hasn't fired back! Badger's mouth curled into a cruel smile. He knew what the survivors were thinking, they were waiting for them to come out of the forest, and then fired back from the cover.
Not surprisingly, those people were already holding guns and waiting behind the bunker of the wall.
However…… Would he be so stupid to let his subordinates rush forward?
"Come light the fire and cheer them up!"
"Okay!"
The predator who rushed to the front lit the Molotov cocktail in his hand with a short body, and under the cover of his teammates' firepower, he threw the Molotov cocktail out with a run-up.
The flames drew an arc in the air, and fell impartially on the shelter of the three-meter-high wall. The sparks were torn apart, and the rusted bunker quickly caught fire, scorching hot by the flames.
Then came the second one, and then the third one. The fire on the fence quickly became one, and there were not many places to set foot.
However, to the surprise of these predators, the expected screams did not sound, and no one fell from behind the bunker.
Just like……
Are these bunkers unoccupied from the start? Badger frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart.
Did these people even give up resistance? Can't it? Anyway, it's a symbolic counterattack... That tinge of confusion quickly turned to contempt.
However, just as he was about to command the boys to go forward and break open the wooden door with explosives, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the forest.
Like some kind of attack signal!
Almost at the same time, dense gunfire sounded from both sides like raindrops.
The "swish" and "swish" bullets flying around were almost close to the scalp, and the badger was so frightened that he quickly lay down behind a fairly thick tree stump.
Accurate head?
Nonexistent.
But people are made of meat, no matter how awesome they are, they are afraid of being shot to death.
He screamed almost at the top of his lungs, "All concealed!"
"Scatter and retreat 100 meters to assemble!!"
"Quick!!!"
The 12 pieces of deerskins are the entire inventory of the shelter, and 3 of them were bought from Yuki's family by Lucius digging up the corner of the old leech.
There is nothing wrong with the quality of the deerskin. Both the color and the integrity are excellent. After thinking about it, Liszt finally nodded reluctantly.
"Make a deal."
The two sides exchanged supplies.
Before leaving, Liszt and Lucius shook hands, with a pleasant smile on their faces.
"Goodbye friend, if we can still see each other, it should be spring next time."
Lucius also smiled lightly.
"We're always there, take care."
"You too."
Suddenly remembered something, Liszt continued.
"By the way, I heard that there is a tribe of predators heading north from the city viaduct. It seems to be called the Bloody Hand clan. There are sixty or seventy people. It's not a good idea to settle down here, even if they are more likely to plunder northward, It will be a matter of time before you are discovered by them... In short, it is better to be careful. There will be a period later!"
After leaving these words, Liszt left with his caravan.
Lucius watched the caravan disappear into the woods, and then turned back to the wall of the outpost.
Of course he knew that this place was not a good place to end up. If he had a choice, Lucius would definitely find a decent place to settle down, preferably a place suitable for farming and mining, and there is no dangerous geomantic treasure around.
It's a pity that this is not playing "Civilization game". If you can't see the 3 luxury and 2 mines within three grids, you can reopen it directly in the upper right corner. The sanctuary had been built two centuries ago, and it was too late to repent.
Go back inside the wall. Lucius looked at Yugin, took out a white chip from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Thank you, you did me a great favor."
Seeing Lucius take out his chips, Yugin's face changed and he waved his hands quickly.
"No, no, what are you doing, I can't accept it."
As he said that, he suddenly remembered something, rummaged through his pocket for a while, and found a piece of aluminum foil the size of a thumbnail.
"By the way, my big brother's illness is already cured, and my father asked me to exchange the remaining medicine for you—"
Seeing that this guy was unwilling to accept it, Lucius sighed and took back the chips.
"Okay, since you insist, I won't give in to you. But you can keep this medicine, I don't lack it."
After spending some time, he finally convinced this honest young man. Seeing him disappear into the forest, Lucius thought that maybe he should smoke more medicines and sell them. According to rumors, other large and medium-sized shelters seem to do more medicine business?
After all, larger shelters would have dispensing rooms, and it was said that some even had huge drug stores. Of course, just listen to the rumors in the wasteland. Even in the era of information explosion, the authenticity of every message cannot be guaranteed, let alone here?
These days, the performance of the players is fairly diligent. On average, they can save 5~7 reward points every day, which is 22 points after calculation.
After handing over the task of assembling the generator to the players, Lucius turned and returned to the shelter. When he turned on the system and entered the 【 Administrator Log 】 page, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.
【 The side mission is completed. 】
【 Reward: Reward points +100. 】
Faced with this sudden reward, Lucius was stunned.
Good guy. This side quest has been delayed for so long, he only remembered that the outpost still lacked a generator, but he forgot about the quest reward.
"Get rich!"
Lucius was excited, before he could stand firmly in the shelter, he turned around and walked outside.
"Go outside and wash your face first!"
Advanced Blind Box! This thing can't be hasty!
...
It is about 1.7 kilometers north of Wetland Park. A group of wild-looking men dressed in animal skins, with red and black paint on their faces, were heading south along the ruins of the elevated road out of the city.
They held strangely shaped iron-barrel rifles in their hands instead of carrying them on their backs, as if they were ready for battle, menacing.
The mutated mice on the road fled one after another. Occasionally, a few mutated cockroaches the size of puppies rushed over, and they were trampled to death, or their heads were smashed with the butt of a gun. However, this also caused a lot of movement. In addition, because the discipline of this group of people is really not flattering, the gags along the way can be heard from far away.
Several players transporting stones from the construction site quickly found them, and immediately threw the mine cart on the side of the road to hide, and the people also hid.
"Who are these guys?" Looking nervously at the group of people in the distance, [ The Boy On The Construction Site ] whispered, "Ten people, and three dogs on a leash... I always feel that they don't seem like good stubble."
"I feel the same way...they are a bit like predators." [ Edge Stroke ] also watched nervously, clenched the knife in his pocket.
Although this does not bring him much sense of security.
"F*ck, it's really a siege incident?!"
"A rational analysis... He has heard your words."
"Planner my father!"
"Shh, you two stop talking nonsense," [ Big Eyes In Liabilities ] glanced at the two teammates beside him, and said in a low voice, "Construction Boy, you report about this to Manager."
"Hey, why didn't you go?"
"I'm an intelligence department! Who the hell can I run past? Be careful, strength department long-distance running is still possible."
"Then why not Edge?"
"F*ck he is a perception department! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, there are rewards for reporting valuable information, have you forgotten?"
Hearing that there was a reward, The Boy On The Construction Site was finally willing to move. His heart was beating violently. He hid behind the advertising stand and walked a full 200 meters until the group of people disappeared from sight before running wildly into the forest.
When he arrived at the outpost, the newcomers were cutting trees, the old players were returning with their prey, and some people were setting up stalls at the entrance of the market and thinking about making lunch.
A piece of leisure.
Ignoring his beating heart, The Boy On The Construction Site rushed to the door and shouted loudly.
"Predators! Predators are coming!"
Hearing his shout, all the people near the wall were stupefied and didn't understand what was going on.
"What? What predators?"
"Where is the manager! Hurry up, report to him!" The Boy On The Construction Site propped his hands on his knees, panting heavily.
"I'm right here," Lucius walked out of the door, with water still hanging on his eyebrows, and looked at the player in front of him seriously, "You mean the predator?"
"Yes! They have a group of people, ten people to be precise! They are coming to us along the north side elevated road, everyone is carrying a gun, and they are leading three dogs!"
Lucius's face changed slightly, and he didn't care about the lottery draw anymore, so he immediately gave orders to the players beside him.
"Let all players near the outpost come back! Go!"
"Yes!"
Several players ran away with excitement on their faces. There was no expression of worry on their faces, but a little excited.
Siege! War!!
Unexpectedly, the planner gave them a big surprise! However, they don't know that a certain planner is more tense than them at this moment.
He walked to the weapon shop with strides, Lucius picked up the dozing proprietress of the weapon shop, carried it on her shoulder, and picked up her two crutches with his left hand.
"Ah! You, what are you doing, in broad daylight—" Shocked by this sudden movement, Sumeria, who just woke up from a doze, blushed and struggled a few times, but Lucius ignored her at all.
"Shut up."
Putting the guy down next to the elevator on the first floor of the nursing home, Lucius returned the crutches to Sumeria who was standing firm against the wall, staring at her bewildered face and said seriously.
"If you call the door in a while, you can wait in the elevator, and I will take you down when I come. If I don't come, you should keep quiet and hide quietly."
The elevator leading to the underground needs the authorization of the manager to start. Lucius temporarily locked the elevator. After all, this is the way he left for himself.
Sumeria nodded sharply, but she wasn't too flustered, at least not as flustered as she was when facing him.
"I see...wait, got here? Who got here?"
"Predator—"
Before the words fell, there was a gunshot from afar, followed by two more bangs from afar. According to the sound, it is about two or three hundred meters away.
Lucius's expression froze, and the flow of blood began to speed up.
Predator!
Coming!
...
Outside the north gate.
A line of looters with guns in their hands, yelling loudly, pushed toward the north gate and shot the fleeing survivors. The weapons in their hands are various, including revolver rifles picked up from merchants, semi-automatic rifles snatched from mercenaries, or iron-barrel rifles that they simply DIY.
No matter what kind of weapon it is, in this jungle terrain, it is not so easy to hit it from a distance of two hundred meters. And the fact is true, after a few gunshots, no one fell to the ground, and the few survivors by the wall quickly hid in the door, and only a few of the wooden booths at the door were damaged.
However, the outcome of a battle does not depend on how many people are killed in the battle, but on making the opponent completely give up resistance.
These marauders know this well. The art of fear has been played to the extreme by them. The dense gunfire and the resulting suppression of firepower have an almost devastating effect on the morale of non-professional soldiers.
A stronghold of survivors with 30 people can only become one-third of the combat power, and it can only be one-half if it is as strong as the sky.
There is no need to kill the fleeing survivors on the spot, these rats will run around, bring the plague called fear back to their lair, and completely destroy their will to resist. Generally, in the small survivor communities plundered by them, less than one tenth of the survivors actually died in the gun battle.
Perhaps these people will muster up the courage to hide behind the bunker and fire a few symbolic shots back, but it will not take long for their morale to break and they will flee through other doors.
At that time, the elderly, children and women would be left behind, and the fleeing young and middle-aged could not outrun the hounds they brought. There is often only one final fate of this kind of survivor stronghold.
Be slaughtered. Or be enslaved!
"Hahaha! Look at those cowards, they run away like mice at the sound of gunfire!"
The burly man with bare arms was holding a 9mm iron-barreled rifle in his hand, laughing loudly while firing, his ferocious face was glowing red.
As one of the head of the Bloody Hand clan, his name is Badger, a name given by the leader himself. And the nine people under his command are mostly his relatives or confidantes.
The bloodlines of the Predator tribe are usually very chaotic. They do not produce, advocate violence, and make a living by plundering and extorting. Therefore, there is no concept of family in the traditional sense, let alone the concept of husband and wife or spouse.
Taking the Bloody Hand clan as an example, if a newborn is born, the strong male baby will be accepted as a clan member, and the rest will be slaves, either engaged in labor or used as a reproductive tool, so there are often half-brothers or half-sisters in the clan.
These relatives often act together like wolves, and the bravest among them will be appointed by the leader as the head of ten-man team. And their relatives will also be stained with light, becoming veterans or elites of the predators, and gaining more rights to control their own spoils.
"Hey, is it still the blue coat? Looks like it's fun to go in!"
A tall and thin man responded with a strange smile, and at the same time loaded the shotgun in his hand, and continued to fire towards the bunker on the fence.
"Old rules, young and old are killed, and the males cut off their index fingers and tie them up."
"Boss, what about the girls?"
"The first one to enter the door will be picked first. We will only stay for two hours, and take away those who are still alive after two hours."
"Aww!"
Fifty meters away!
The opponent still hasn't fired back! Badger's mouth curled into a cruel smile. He knew what the survivors were thinking, they were waiting for them to come out of the forest, and then fired back from the cover.
Not surprisingly, those people were already holding guns and waiting behind the bunker of the wall.
However…… Would he be so stupid to let his subordinates rush forward?
"Come light the fire and cheer them up!"
"Okay!"
The predator who rushed to the front lit the Molotov cocktail in his hand with a short body, and under the cover of his teammates' firepower, he threw the Molotov cocktail out with a run-up.
The flames drew an arc in the air, and fell impartially on the shelter of the three-meter-high wall. The sparks were torn apart, and the rusted bunker quickly caught fire, scorching hot by the flames.
Then came the second one, and then the third one. The fire on the fence quickly became one, and there were not many places to set foot.
However, to the surprise of these predators, the expected screams did not sound, and no one fell from behind the bunker.
Just like……
Are these bunkers unoccupied from the start? Badger frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart.
Did these people even give up resistance? Can't it? Anyway, it's a symbolic counterattack... That tinge of confusion quickly turned to contempt.
However, just as he was about to command the boys to go forward and break open the wooden door with explosives, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the forest.
Like some kind of attack signal!
Almost at the same time, dense gunfire sounded from both sides like raindrops.
The "swish" and "swish" bullets flying around were almost close to the scalp, and the badger was so frightened that he quickly lay down behind a fairly thick tree stump.
Accurate head?
Nonexistent.
But people are made of meat, no matter how awesome they are, they are afraid of being shot to death.
He screamed almost at the top of his lungs, "All concealed!"
"Scatter and retreat 100 meters to assemble!!"
"Quick!!!"
