1615: Chapter 770 Integrating Laborers_2 1615: Chapter 770 Integrating Laborers_2 The encampnt wasn’t large, so the two teams quickly converged in front of a small cabin, after which everyone swiftly dispersed, surrounding the cabin.
Then Elisa and Johnson entered through the opened wooden door, and right after, the door closed quickly.
Sothing had happened!
Jas imdiately forgot all the things that had previously made parts of his body swell with blood, only to feel a chill rising from his tailbone, shooting straight up into his head.
His entire body seed to lose all sense of temperature, and his limbs began to shake uncontrollably.
Inside that small cabin lived the dictator of the camp at this mont, the forr aircraft carrier General Jones.
Jas saw it clearly; the person who opened the door was General Jones’s personal secretary, Julia.
If it had only been this, it might’ve been fine, but what stood out was the hurried steps of both Johnson and Elisa.
And the panic on Julia’s face as she opened the door was so evident she didn’t bother hiding it.
Sothing that could cause the usually ticulous like a stone Johnson and Elisa to panic, and make the always ice goddess-like Julia anxious, must be very important, possibly concerning the survival or demise of the camp.
And the person inside that cabin, regardless of what everyone said about the cold-blooded dictator Jones behind his back.
Everyone understood, including those officers who had once been placed under house arrest by Jones and were now released, that at this mont the most important person in the camp was no one other than Jones himself.
As long as they saw the figure of this cruel dictator every morning, even if there were fierce beasts roaring in the distance, even if there were pterosaurs in the sky flapping their wings like demons, they would feel secure.
Soon, Johnson and Elisa ca out of the cabin, and a series of commands further confird Jas’s guess.
The entire camp was under martial law, everyone ard was to take their weapons and guard the camp.
Those soldiers with combat experience were rapidly organized into several small teams, starting a search in every corner of the camp.
The camp really was small, and it didn’t take long to turn every corner of it inside out, then those teams began extending their search around the camp.
It was deep into the night now, and by all reasoning, no one should have left the camp.
After all, even though they had guns, bullets had little advantage over those vicious predators in the night.
What was even more unusual was that until the figures of the soldiers who had left the camp completely disappeared from view, Jas, who had been paying attention to the cabin, had not seen the dictator’s figure…
He so wished at this mont; he could see General Jones standing at the door of the cabin with a stern face as usual during an incident, fiercely scolding them.
But in the end, all he saw was Julia, holding the gun at her waist, forcing herself to stand upright at the door of the cabin.
So Jas’s heart gradually grew cold, even colder than the steel gun in his hand, once again filled with fear of the unknown future…
At this mont, on another seafront of this ancient world, inside the Dahe Base built by the masters of this world, Yan Fei was walking slowly with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, a researcher who spoke English was incessantly explaining sothing to an old man in military clothes.
Lacking supplies, the uniform of the dictator had beco sowhat worn after a few months.
Moreover, he had been dealing with official duties in his room when he arrived, and now he hadn’t even fastened the buttons on his shirt, looking slightly disheveled.
But right now, he couldn’t care less about all that, as everything he was seeing and hearing seed like a mythical tale, the shock was too great for him to accept.
It wasn’t until a group of people climbed onto the wall and stood high upon it, looking at the distant river, that Yan Fei turned and asked: “General Jones, have you made up your mind?”
Jones remained silent and after a long ti asked with a sowhat hoarse and raspy voice: “Is all of this real?”
A laborer, who didn’t know his number, imdiately answered on behalf of Yan Fei: “Of course it’s real, maybe you haven’t seen the boss’s power yet, and don’t know how great he is.
But you just need to know one thing, that is, the boss can decide your life or death at any ti.
If you want your soldiers to survive, cooperation is your only option.”
“Your people have already died in great numbers!” Yan Fei spoke.
“I do not want more of you to die, for , having all of you is enough for my base to expand a bit more.
Besides, I don’t think it’s necessary to show you any more of what I’m capable of, why did you co here, why did your aircraft carrier disappear shortly after you landed, haven’t you understood yet?”
General Jones’s voice beca even more hoarse: “So, accepting your terms ans to lay down our weapons and beco your slaves?”
“I don’t care what you think, you just have to obey,” expressed Yan Fei indifferently.
“I don’t want to bother capturing you all to kill a batch to establish authority and then have to carrot and stick you into working properly.
You understand?
The people you have left now are good labor for , my private property, and I don’t want to waste that.”
“Can I have so ti to consider?” General Jones, struggling visibly, managed to ask.
“It’s up to you,” Yan Fei thought for a mont, then continued.
“Now, in this world, it’s not just your team; there are people from an air force base, scattered across various islands, currently playing a survival ga.
Sadly, as of now, not many of them are still alive.”
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