Although it was against the wind on the way back, Harvey felt that his body was floating, and the arrow wound on his leg didn't hurt so much.
It was the afternoon of the second day after he had spent the day in the blue-coat camp because of planning, and had been invited to lunch with the man just a few hours earlier. That lunch impressed him deeply. The main course was steamed Split-Claw Crab legs, and the side dish was mushroom soup + croissant mash.
Being able to kill the Split Claw Crab, it seems that this group of people is stronger than he imagined, at least with anti-armor firepower. And the mashed croissant is sprinkled with soy sauce to enhance the taste.
With plenty of people and sufficient supplies, the Bloody Hand clan has indeed provoked a terrible opponent, and it is not wrong to lose two teams of troops in their hands!
Harvey is a businessman, and businessmen are realistic. He'll always be on the side of the victor... at least the one with the best chance of winning.
In fact, when the man named Lucius convinced himself, he could see that he didn't know the rules of the Horseshoe firm very well. Even if he behaved fiercely in front of his boss, it was impossible to get rid of the days of pinning his head to his belt.
Although he is nominally a "Salesman" of a firm, in fact the nature of a salesman is closer to that of a partner. They are active in the southern part of the River Valley Province, using the relationship of the Horseshoe Trading Company to do business, and then get a share of every transaction.
Harvey made a rough calculation. Even with the loss of two groups of troops, the Bloody Hand clan still has fifty or sixty strong laborers. If cannon fodder and captives are included, there are almost a hundred people.
Even if he could bring a third back, it would be enough to make him a legend of the Horseshoe Firm—and even the entire Red River Town.
The able-bodied ones were sold to the mine owners, and the missing arms and legs were sent to be harvested for organs, and sold to Boulder City or other large survivor settlements in the northern part of the River Valley Province. The profit was 1000%.
No matter how you think about it, this business is earned in blood. As for whether these blue jackets can win? To be honest, he hadn't considered the possibility of them losing at all.
These people can work as diligently as cows, and can hunt fiercely like wolves, and even they have put themselves in the wasteland for many years.
Both tactically and strategically, they have amazing advantages. And the leader of these people is a man who is unpredictable. These guys are pretty scary!
Harvey's intuition told himself that if he had a good relationship with these people, he would definitely have a lot of money in the future, maybe even higher than working in a commercial firm!
...
Heading north along the wreckage of the elevated highway out of the city, after bypassing several collapsed ruins, Harvey saw the tire factory occupied by the Bloody Hand clan in a short while.
Spiked wooden stakes and steel bars are placed as obstacles on the concrete exterior walls, and unexplained and chilling graffiti are painted on the walls with blood. A headless corpse was abandoned at the drain on the side of the road, being eaten by a few fat rats. It must be some unlucky slave who failed to make this group of predators happy.
Harvey smashed his tongue, and thought regretfully in his heart, holding the wooden box in his hand, he kept walking towards the wooden gate of the factory.
"I'm Harvey, open the door!"
The bandage on his leg had already been removed, and the wound had stopped bleeding. Harvey yelled pretendingly, and waved towards the sentry post on the wall.
Recognizing Harvey's face, the man with a shaved head and scarlet paint on his face walked up to the steel winch and stretched out his muscular arms to shake it. With a rattling sound, the wooden door slowly opened.
Harvey didn't stop for a moment, and quickly walked into the stronghold of the Bloody Hand clan. Led by a predator sentinel, he came to Bear's tent.
Putting the box on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground.
"Honorable Chief! Those people are a bunch of savages. I'm sorry that I've tried my best, but they can't communicate at all."
Looking blankly at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, Bear leaning on the chair rested his chin on his fist lazily.
"You didn't bring my people back."
"Yes... because there were no prisoners at all."
"No?"
Bear sat up straight from the chair, his small eyes were almost squeezed into dots by the taut flesh on his face.
"What do you mean when you say there are no prisoners?"
He is very clear about the virtues of his subordinates.
If they encounters those extremely vicious people, thry may still fight to the death, but if they fights with Blue Coat... even if they can't win, there is absolutely no possibility of a bloody battle to the end.
It is not a loss to exchange 20 points of chips for a prisoner to come back. After a period of time to cultivate and rest, it is enough to gather people to find the place back.
As for those missing arms and legs, he directly let the slave trader in front of him take full responsibility. The Bloody Hand clan does not support idlers, nor does it have the extra food to support them.
He even suspects now that the person in front of him is lying, negotiating in his own name, but sending those captives to another place.
Harvey has a keen sense of atmosphere.
Even if he couldn't see the expression on Bear's face, he could guess what the muscular idiot was thinking, so he quickly brewed a sad and indignant expression, and uttered the words he had prepared.
"Those people are a bunch of scum, rats, and maggots in blue coats! They don't respect morality at all, and the word cunning is engraved in every cell."
"They pretended to accept the surrender of your men, but after your men put down their weapons, they brutally hanged your men at the door!"
As he spoke, Harvey opened the box in his hand, and inside were finger bones strung with necklaces.
Bear's eyes narrowed to a point in an instant, and his right fist slammed on the armrest of the chair.
"I'm going to cut off four of these mice and throw them into the dungeon to feed the cockroaches!"
The rude roar echoed in the tent, and the flames on the brazier swayed accordingly. The predator veteran on the side clenched the knife and ax around his waist, and looked at Harvey with flickering expressions.
As long as the leader gives an order, they will go forward and chop the disrespectful person who offended the leader into a piece of meat, venting their anger on the great leader.
Feel the fury of Bear.
Harvey did not dare to take a breath, and continued to complain tearfully.
"My lord, you don't know what I encountered with them! I walked into their camp with a peaceful purpose, and even handed in my weapon to their sentinel. However, I just seeing their leader, he ordered me to be thrown into prison."
"They don't want to negotiate at all, and they have no intention of negotiating! The man threw this wooden box to me, not only mocking me, saying that everyone you want is here, but also let me... let me burn it for you!"
"Although they didn't hang me immediately, they were probably afraid that I would reveal their background and insisted on locking me up. I was worried that I would be silenced at dawn, so I used the chips hidden in the soles of my shoes to bribe the guards. Then escaped from their camp overnight with wooden boxes."
"However, those people reacted very quickly, and immediately realized that I was gone, and sent hunters to hunt me down. I didn't dare to go north, so I had to detour to the east gate, but before entering the city, I was shot with an arrow."
"Fortunately, the arrow didn't hurt the vitals. I hid your belongings in the trash can, and I got into a ruin. Almost as soon as I got in, they searched for it! But fortunately, they didn't notice me. I hid in the ruins until dawn, until they returned home."
"After confirming that there is no danger, I didn't dare to delay for a moment. I immediately brought the box and came back to report to you!"
Harvey said with snot and tears, Bear sitting on the seat finally diverted his anger away from him.
With his eyes fixed on Harvey, Bear asked in a deep voice.
"You said they were worried that you would reveal their background? What do they have?"
Harvey continued speaking quickly.
"Those people are actually not residents of the shelter, but just scavengers who wandered from nowhere. They relied on deception, doves occupied the magpie's nest, occupied a shelter hidden in wetland park, and stripped off their blue coats. Pretend to be a resident of the shelter, and use this to deceive the wastelanders who pass by."
"They are not as strong as they appear on the surface. They are just a group of vicious villains who bully the weak and fear the strong. There are not many of them, only about 30 people, and the rest are captives from the original shelter. What they love to do the thing is to light a bonfire in the middle of the camp late at night, and then bring out those good-looking captives to have a party...you know what I mean."
"So if you plan to do something to them, it's best to choose in the middle of the night or early morning."
Harvey lowered his eyebrows, skillfully telling a story someone told him.
"That was the time when their defenses were the most lax, and many of them didn't even have clothes on...So I took the opportunity to escape at that time."
Captive of the shelter. A look of greed floated on Bear's face.
The clone presented by Beit Street has long been broken by him, and now it is estimated that she has been dismantled into parts by his men. What's more, the toy that doesn't have any mood swings, neither screams nor cries, can't arouse his interest at all.
How can he show his bravery if she doesn't scream? And those who came out of the shelter were different, no matter where they were, those people were the best.
"Where are the guns? How many guns do they have?" Bear immediately asked his most concerned question.
Seeing that the leader was already moved, Harvey was overjoyed and said quickly.
"Up to thirty! Half of them were captured from your people! And they have very little ammunition reserves, and more than half of them even use bows and javelins."
"Look at my leg injury, it's from the arrows they shot!"
After hearing about bow and arrow. Bear's expression grew more contemptuous.
Those primitive gadgets are the weapons of scavengers. Unless there are very rare "Awakened" with special abilities, or mutants with extremely developed muscles, most people would rather use earthen guns made of black powder than Will fight with spears and bows.
Bear himself was two meters long, full of strength, and the four of them wrestled their arms together, but they couldn't move his arms. Ordinary people would be unable to walk with armor weighing 15 or 20 kg, but his armor weighed a 50 kg, and the breastplate was made of homogeneous steel weighing 25 kg!
Let alone a crossbow and javelin, even ordinary bullets hit it like scratches, leaving some scratches at most. In his opinion, trampling those scavengers to death is no different from trampling to death a nest of ants.
"My lord, I think this matter needs to be carefully considered," The man with a horse face standing next to him nodded and continued in a deep voice.
"Badger and Mossi are not weak, and their teams are also brave and good at fighting. However, they fell into the hands of the scavengers one after another. I always feel that something is strange."
Hearing this speech, Harvey felt anxious and was about to speak. However, Bear waved his hand and directly interrupted what the horse-faced man was saying.
"Badger is brave but not scheming, and Mossi is scheming but not brave. The two of them are not elite. They are just a group of predators. I personally lead the team and gather all the hands. It is more than enough to crush them to death."
Bear didn't want to drag it out for too long. If it drags on for too long, the snow will fall harder and harder, and the weather will get colder and colder, making this battle harder to fight.
What's more, the captives in the shelter were all played to death by the scavengers, then whom with he will play?
Besides, he didn't look down on Mossi and Badger at all. The real main force were those who followed him to the north to fight the winter season.
Harvey breathed a sigh of relief.
In order to prevent Bear from hesitating, he decided to release another dose of strong material.
"My lord, in fact, you don't need to worry too much, our advantage here is actually very big!"
"When I entered Wetland Park, I found that they were camping at the river on the northwest side and building brick kilns. I guess they planned to strengthen the bunker before the snow fell. This is exposing their inner fear and weakness!"
"You just need to take advantage of the night to march directly to their brick factory, they must be in a mess! At that time, we only need to take advantage of the victory and chase their deserters into their camp, where the wealth and supplies will be in your pocket."
Saying that, Harvey had an angry expression on his face.
"And I also vented my anger fiercely, and avenged this arrow!"
"Brick kiln?" Bear touched his chin with interest, "How many people are there?"
"There are at least ten people! Sixty percent are men captured from shelters, and forty percent are their own people!"
Bear was overjoyed and patted the armrest of the chair.
"It is good!"
Although I can't say that I have complete trust in this slave trader, the brick kiln is easy to verify, and you can basically know it at a glance.
After finishing speaking, Bear immediately looked at the man with the horse face, and ordered in a commanding tone.
"You send a minion over there, find a high point to observe in the direction of Wetland Park, and if you see a campfire and smoke rising from the river, come back and report to me immediately!"
The horse-faced man nodded in acceptance.
"Yes!"
...
At the same time, beside the river on the northwest side of Wetland Park, Tomorrow led several people to set up a shack with plastic sheds and wooden sticks in the open space. This kind of shack is basically leaky from all directions, and if you live in it, you will definitely suffer from arthritis, but they are reluctant to use better materials. After all, they're going to put powder kegs and wood tar in it later...
"I don't think Master Manager expects us to burn bricks."
While digging the cave dwelling on the soil slope by the river with a shovel, Walker complained, "Otherwise, why would you assign us such an exclusive task?"
Bunny is a man of action, and he doesn't talk too much nonsense when working.
"Stop beeping, hurry up and finish the work in hand... Wait a moment, it's almost time for the task."
"F*ck..."
"Speaking of Gale, do you have no classes during the day?"
"The PPT has been sent to the teaching assistant."
"Awesome!"
The first exclusive task The Cowboy Brick Factory received was neither how many bricks to produce, nor a brick kiln with a daily output, but to let them set traps in the camp.
Does this sound like something for a living pro??
Ok. Although they are not considered professional players in life.
Although it was against the wind on the way back, Harvey felt that his body was floating, and the arrow wound on his leg didn't hurt so much.
It was the afternoon of the second day after he had spent the day in the blue-coat camp because of planning, and had been invited to lunch with the man just a few hours earlier. That lunch impressed him deeply. The main course was steamed Split-Claw Crab legs, and the side dish was mushroom soup + croissant mash.
Being able to kill the Split Claw Crab, it seems that this group of people is stronger than he imagined, at least with anti-armor firepower. And the mashed croissant is sprinkled with soy sauce to enhance the taste.
With plenty of people and sufficient supplies, the Bloody Hand clan has indeed provoked a terrible opponent, and it is not wrong to lose two teams of troops in their hands!
Harvey is a businessman, and businessmen are realistic. He'll always be on the side of the victor... at least the one with the best chance of winning.
In fact, when the man named Lucius convinced himself, he could see that he didn't know the rules of the Horseshoe firm very well. Even if he behaved fiercely in front of his boss, it was impossible to get rid of the days of pinning his head to his belt.
Although he is nominally a "Salesman" of a firm, in fact the nature of a salesman is closer to that of a partner. They are active in the southern part of the River Valley Province, using the relationship of the Horseshoe Trading Company to do business, and then get a share of every transaction.
Harvey made a rough calculation. Even with the loss of two groups of troops, the Bloody Hand clan still has fifty or sixty strong laborers. If cannon fodder and captives are included, there are almost a hundred people.
Even if he could bring a third back, it would be enough to make him a legend of the Horseshoe Firm—and even the entire Red River Town.
The able-bodied ones were sold to the mine owners, and the missing arms and legs were sent to be harvested for organs, and sold to Boulder City or other large survivor settlements in the northern part of the River Valley Province. The profit was 1000%.
No matter how you think about it, this business is earned in blood. As for whether these blue jackets can win? To be honest, he hadn't considered the possibility of them losing at all.
These people can work as diligently as cows, and can hunt fiercely like wolves, and even they have put themselves in the wasteland for many years.
Both tactically and strategically, they have amazing advantages. And the leader of these people is a man who is unpredictable. These guys are pretty scary!
Harvey's intuition told himself that if he had a good relationship with these people, he would definitely have a lot of money in the future, maybe even higher than working in a commercial firm!
...
Heading north along the wreckage of the elevated highway out of the city, after bypassing several collapsed ruins, Harvey saw the tire factory occupied by the Bloody Hand clan in a short while.
Spiked wooden stakes and steel bars are placed as obstacles on the concrete exterior walls, and unexplained and chilling graffiti are painted on the walls with blood. A headless corpse was abandoned at the drain on the side of the road, being eaten by a few fat rats. It must be some unlucky slave who failed to make this group of predators happy.
Harvey smashed his tongue, and thought regretfully in his heart, holding the wooden box in his hand, he kept walking towards the wooden gate of the factory.
"I'm Harvey, open the door!"
The bandage on his leg had already been removed, and the wound had stopped bleeding. Harvey yelled pretendingly, and waved towards the sentry post on the wall.
Recognizing Harvey's face, the man with a shaved head and scarlet paint on his face walked up to the steel winch and stretched out his muscular arms to shake it. With a rattling sound, the wooden door slowly opened.
Harvey didn't stop for a moment, and quickly walked into the stronghold of the Bloody Hand clan. Led by a predator sentinel, he came to Bear's tent.
Putting the box on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground.
"Honorable Chief! Those people are a bunch of savages. I'm sorry that I've tried my best, but they can't communicate at all."
Looking blankly at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, Bear leaning on the chair rested his chin on his fist lazily.
"You didn't bring my people back."
"Yes... because there were no prisoners at all."
"No?"
Bear sat up straight from the chair, his small eyes were almost squeezed into dots by the taut flesh on his face.
"What do you mean when you say there are no prisoners?"
He is very clear about the virtues of his subordinates.
If they encounters those extremely vicious people, thry may still fight to the death, but if they fights with Blue Coat... even if they can't win, there is absolutely no possibility of a bloody battle to the end.
It is not a loss to exchange 20 points of chips for a prisoner to come back. After a period of time to cultivate and rest, it is enough to gather people to find the place back.
As for those missing arms and legs, he directly let the slave trader in front of him take full responsibility. The Bloody Hand clan does not support idlers, nor does it have the extra food to support them.
He even suspects now that the person in front of him is lying, negotiating in his own name, but sending those captives to another place.
Harvey has a keen sense of atmosphere.
Even if he couldn't see the expression on Bear's face, he could guess what the muscular idiot was thinking, so he quickly brewed a sad and indignant expression, and uttered the words he had prepared.
"Those people are a bunch of scum, rats, and maggots in blue coats! They don't respect morality at all, and the word cunning is engraved in every cell."
"They pretended to accept the surrender of your men, but after your men put down their weapons, they brutally hanged your men at the door!"
As he spoke, Harvey opened the box in his hand, and inside were finger bones strung with necklaces.
Bear's eyes narrowed to a point in an instant, and his right fist slammed on the armrest of the chair.
"I'm going to cut off four of these mice and throw them into the dungeon to feed the cockroaches!"
The rude roar echoed in the tent, and the flames on the brazier swayed accordingly. The predator veteran on the side clenched the knife and ax around his waist, and looked at Harvey with flickering expressions.
As long as the leader gives an order, they will go forward and chop the disrespectful person who offended the leader into a piece of meat, venting their anger on the great leader.
Feel the fury of Bear.
Harvey did not dare to take a breath, and continued to complain tearfully.
"My lord, you don't know what I encountered with them! I walked into their camp with a peaceful purpose, and even handed in my weapon to their sentinel. However, I just seeing their leader, he ordered me to be thrown into prison."
"They don't want to negotiate at all, and they have no intention of negotiating! The man threw this wooden box to me, not only mocking me, saying that everyone you want is here, but also let me... let me burn it for you!"
"Although they didn't hang me immediately, they were probably afraid that I would reveal their background and insisted on locking me up. I was worried that I would be silenced at dawn, so I used the chips hidden in the soles of my shoes to bribe the guards. Then escaped from their camp overnight with wooden boxes."
"However, those people reacted very quickly, and immediately realized that I was gone, and sent hunters to hunt me down. I didn't dare to go north, so I had to detour to the east gate, but before entering the city, I was shot with an arrow."
"Fortunately, the arrow didn't hurt the vitals. I hid your belongings in the trash can, and I got into a ruin. Almost as soon as I got in, they searched for it! But fortunately, they didn't notice me. I hid in the ruins until dawn, until they returned home."
"After confirming that there is no danger, I didn't dare to delay for a moment. I immediately brought the box and came back to report to you!"
Harvey said with snot and tears, Bear sitting on the seat finally diverted his anger away from him.
With his eyes fixed on Harvey, Bear asked in a deep voice.
"You said they were worried that you would reveal their background? What do they have?"
Harvey continued speaking quickly.
"Those people are actually not residents of the shelter, but just scavengers who wandered from nowhere. They relied on deception, doves occupied the magpie's nest, occupied a shelter hidden in wetland park, and stripped off their blue coats. Pretend to be a resident of the shelter, and use this to deceive the wastelanders who pass by."
"They are not as strong as they appear on the surface. They are just a group of vicious villains who bully the weak and fear the strong. There are not many of them, only about 30 people, and the rest are captives from the original shelter. What they love to do the thing is to light a bonfire in the middle of the camp late at night, and then bring out those good-looking captives to have a party...you know what I mean."
"So if you plan to do something to them, it's best to choose in the middle of the night or early morning."
Harvey lowered his eyebrows, skillfully telling a story someone told him.
"That was the time when their defenses were the most lax, and many of them didn't even have clothes on...So I took the opportunity to escape at that time."
Captive of the shelter. A look of greed floated on Bear's face.
The clone presented by Beit Street has long been broken by him, and now it is estimated that she has been dismantled into parts by his men. What's more, the toy that doesn't have any mood swings, neither screams nor cries, can't arouse his interest at all.
How can he show his bravery if she doesn't scream? And those who came out of the shelter were different, no matter where they were, those people were the best.
"Where are the guns? How many guns do they have?" Bear immediately asked his most concerned question.
Seeing that the leader was already moved, Harvey was overjoyed and said quickly.
"Up to thirty! Half of them were captured from your people! And they have very little ammunition reserves, and more than half of them even use bows and javelins."
"Look at my leg injury, it's from the arrows they shot!"
After hearing about bow and arrow. Bear's expression grew more contemptuous.
Those primitive gadgets are the weapons of scavengers. Unless there are very rare "Awakened" with special abilities, or mutants with extremely developed muscles, most people would rather use earthen guns made of black powder than Will fight with spears and bows.
Bear himself was two meters long, full of strength, and the four of them wrestled their arms together, but they couldn't move his arms. Ordinary people would be unable to walk with armor weighing 15 or 20 kg, but his armor weighed a 50 kg, and the breastplate was made of homogeneous steel weighing 25 kg!
Let alone a crossbow and javelin, even ordinary bullets hit it like scratches, leaving some scratches at most. In his opinion, trampling those scavengers to death is no different from trampling to death a nest of ants.
"My lord, I think this matter needs to be carefully considered," The man with a horse face standing next to him nodded and continued in a deep voice.
"Badger and Mossi are not weak, and their teams are also brave and good at fighting. However, they fell into the hands of the scavengers one after another. I always feel that something is strange."
Hearing this speech, Harvey felt anxious and was about to speak. However, Bear waved his hand and directly interrupted what the horse-faced man was saying.
"Badger is brave but not scheming, and Mossi is scheming but not brave. The two of them are not elite. They are just a group of predators. I personally lead the team and gather all the hands. It is more than enough to crush them to death."
Bear didn't want to drag it out for too long. If it drags on for too long, the snow will fall harder and harder, and the weather will get colder and colder, making this battle harder to fight.
What's more, the captives in the shelter were all played to death by the scavengers, then whom with he will play?
Besides, he didn't look down on Mossi and Badger at all. The real main force were those who followed him to the north to fight the winter season.
Harvey breathed a sigh of relief.
In order to prevent Bear from hesitating, he decided to release another dose of strong material.
"My lord, in fact, you don't need to worry too much, our advantage here is actually very big!"
"When I entered Wetland Park, I found that they were camping at the river on the northwest side and building brick kilns. I guess they planned to strengthen the bunker before the snow fell. This is exposing their inner fear and weakness!"
"You just need to take advantage of the night to march directly to their brick factory, they must be in a mess! At that time, we only need to take advantage of the victory and chase their deserters into their camp, where the wealth and supplies will be in your pocket."
Saying that, Harvey had an angry expression on his face.
"And I also vented my anger fiercely, and avenged this arrow!"
"Brick kiln?" Bear touched his chin with interest, "How many people are there?"
"There are at least ten people! Sixty percent are men captured from shelters, and forty percent are their own people!"
Bear was overjoyed and patted the armrest of the chair.
"It is good!"
Although I can't say that I have complete trust in this slave trader, the brick kiln is easy to verify, and you can basically know it at a glance.
After finishing speaking, Bear immediately looked at the man with the horse face, and ordered in a commanding tone.
"You send a minion over there, find a high point to observe in the direction of Wetland Park, and if you see a campfire and smoke rising from the river, come back and report to me immediately!"
The horse-faced man nodded in acceptance.
"Yes!"
...
At the same time, beside the river on the northwest side of Wetland Park, Tomorrow led several people to set up a shack with plastic sheds and wooden sticks in the open space. This kind of shack is basically leaky from all directions, and if you live in it, you will definitely suffer from arthritis, but they are reluctant to use better materials. After all, they're going to put powder kegs and wood tar in it later...
"I don't think Master Manager expects us to burn bricks."
While digging the cave dwelling on the soil slope by the river with a shovel, Walker complained, "Otherwise, why would you assign us such an exclusive task?"
Bunny is a man of action, and he doesn't talk too much nonsense when working.
"Stop beeping, hurry up and finish the work in hand... Wait a moment, it's almost time for the task."
"F*ck..."
"Speaking of Gale, do you have no classes during the day?"
"The PPT has been sent to the teaching assistant."
"Awesome!"
The first exclusive task The Cowboy Brick Factory received was neither how many bricks to produce, nor a brick kiln with a daily output, but to let them set traps in the camp.
Does this sound like something for a living pro??
Ok. Although they are not considered professional players in life.
