Xu Bin drove the hover truck back to their base at the bank.
The mont he got out of the truck, Lu Feng entered the lobby and called Lin Jiao over. "Co with ," he instructed. "We need to place these propane tanks. It’s ti to prepare!"
Lin Jiao nodded, adjusted the laser rifle slung over her back, and followed Lu Feng to help him carry the propane tanks into position.
Xu Bin, Chen Tao, and Chen Hao imdiately ca forward to help as well.
They knew how terrifying the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps was.
If they couldn’t wipe them out, they would not only lose their base at the bank but also be hunted down by the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps.
Even Wang Cheng stepped up to help, though he handled the propane tanks with extre caution. After all, he had just witnessed their destructive power, which was no less potent than an ANM liquid nitrogen bomb.
After so ti, Lu Feng and the others finished placing all the propane tanks, arranging a mix of rigged and un-rigged ones.
Back in the real world, propane tanks had already started to be phased out, and in this ga world’s tiline, they didn’t exist at all.
The mbers of the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps wouldn’t even recognize them. The mont they entered the outer defensive periter, they would be t with indiscriminate explosions.
With the traps set, it was now just a matter of waiting to see when the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps would launch a full-scale assault.
But Lu Feng couldn’t predict when that would be.
It would be a disaster if the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps didn’t show up while he was on high alert, only to attack while he was asleep.
After all, it wasn’t as if they would operate on his schedule.
Therefore, he decided to sneak over to the outskirts of Zhuangyuan District and scout out the situation.
Lin Jiao had already marked a route on the map for him, so all he had to do was take it and follow her path.
He didn’t take anyone with him. ’If I go alone and run into trouble,’ he thought, ’I can log out of the ga in an instant.’
Along the way, Lu Feng killed a good number of zombies, bringing his character stats to LV 8: 1946/12800 EXP.
By the ti he arrived outside Zhuangyuan District, it was already evening, and he had earned nearly 600 EXP.
This whole ss with the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps made him think. ’When I get the ti, I should have Master Lin rig so more propane tanks. I could find a zombie horde and have so fun blowing them up.’
’More power ans more ways to deal with whatever cos up. Maybe my real life was too peaceful. I’ve gotten a little complacent.’
Soon, Lu Feng reached the roof of a building not far from Zhuangyuan District.
As soon as he got there, he could see from a distance that sothing was different about Zhuangyuan District. In certain areas, wandering zombies were inexplicably dropping to the ground. ’They must have been cleared out,’ he realized.
Seeing this, he breathed a small sigh of relief. ’I’ve found it. Now I can just log out and leave my cara perspective here. I’ll know the mont the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps mobilizes.’
With his objective complete, he left his position and headed back to the bank.
Not long after Lu Feng left, a convoy of three hover trucks drove into Zhuangyuan District.
The emblem of the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps was painted on the side of each vehicle.
Onboard were mbers of the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps, a number of people fitted with electronic locks, and a variety of survival supplies.
These were survivors who had chosen to find their own footholds outside the City East Alliance, and they had clearly been targeted by the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps.
Unlike Lu Feng’s group, however, they clearly lacked the strength to resist; not only had they been captured, but all their supplies had been plundered.
Two of the hover trucks drove to the center of the district, where an entrance to an underground air-raid shelter rose from the ground.
The two trucks drove inside and ca to a stop. Imdiately, guards ca over to haul off the survivors wearing electronic locks around their necks.
The vast majority of these survivors were taken to one particular area.
There, a great many other survivors could be seen, all of them also wearing electronic locks.
These people were being used as forced laborers, grinding and polishing components on a production line.
The components were for old-style firearms.
It was an entire arms production line for old-style guns, but it was completely manual, making its efficiency incredibly low.
Furthermore, most of them were sallow and emaciated, clearly treated like livestock and given barely enough food to survive.
Of course, so survivors were led to a different area.
These were the attractive ones—beautiful won or handso n. They would make excellent slaves, and the wealthy elite of the City East Alliance would surely pay a high price for them.
A portion of the able-bodied, anwhile, were brought before a device for implanting Pulse-Rupture Chips.
These sturdily built individuals would make excellent fighters—or, more accurately, cannon fodder. Controlled by the Pulse-Rupture Chips, they couldn’t pull any tricks.
Sotis, rcenary corps, adventuring parties, and even powerful survivor factions were willing to spend Crystal Sources to purchase such cannon fodder.
At the heart of the air-raid shelter was a fortress-like structure in the central area.
It was the residence of Gray Wolf, leader of the rcenary Corps, and it was surrounded by his heavily ard mbers.
Lascivious sounds echoed from within the building.
A burly, bald man was sating his beastly lust on two stunning won who wore electronic locks. Both had fiery figures and beautiful faces, and he was taking his pleasure in a variety of depraved ways.
Nearby, two other delicate-looking beauties huddled together, trembling. Their bodies were covered in bruises, clear evidence of recent torture.
The bald man soon let out a grunt of satisfaction and walked out of the room in a pair of baggy shorts, leaving four ashen-faced won behind.
The bald man was Gray Wolf. He walked to the platform in front of the building and sat down. A mont later, a fully ard man ca over to report, "Commander, not counting the ones we killed, we captured over thirty survivors this ti. It was a pretty good haul. We also seized a lot of supplies. The new Pulse-Rupture Chips have been implanted, and the controls for the electronic locks have been configured. It’s all on this TP device."
As he spoke, the man took out a palm-sized device and handed it to Gray Wolf.
Gray Wolf raised his hand, and an attendant brought over a strange-looking box made of a special tal.
Gray Wolf took the tal box, pressed a button on top, and initiated a facial scan.
A holographic virtual screen then projected from the tal box.
It was a high-tech computer.
He opened a program on it, which displayed a map of red and yellow dots. A few red dots were clustered near his position; these represented the Pulse-Rupture Chips, and by extension, the mbers of the Gray Wolf rcenary Corps implanted with them.
As for the yellow dots, four of them were in the room behind him. They represented the survivors fitted with electronic locks—in other words, the slaves.
Through this software, Gray Wolf held the power of life and death over these people. Whether via Pulse-Rupture Chip or electronic lock, he could execute anyone instantly with the press of a single key.
In essence, the computer was his remote control.
Gray Wolf took the TP device from his subordinate and pressed it against a port on the computer. The two devices linked, and data began to transfer.
A mont later, several new yellow dots and a few red dots appeared in the program.
These represented the newly captured survivors. A few had already been implanted with Pulse-Rupture Chips—a far more reliable thod of control than electronic locks, as any unauthorized attempt at removal would only cause the chip to self-destruct.
"Huh?" Gray Wolf’s gaze suddenly fixed on the holographic screen, his expression turning grim. "The count is off. Over twenty red dots are gone."
He imdiately began typing on the holographic keyboard and pulled up a data file a mont later.
"It’s Scar’s team," Gray Wolf sneered, suddenly standing up. "Looks like we’ve run into so interesting prey."
’When the first two scouts were killed, I knew they’d run into survivors, so I sent Scar to take care of it,’ he thought. ’I didn’t expect him and his n to be wiped out too. That ans these survivors aren’t weak.’
"Scar’s team is dead?" The fully ard man from earlier was shocked. He quickly opened the TP device in his hand. A mont later, he reported, "Commander, the locator on their hover truck hasn’t been destroyed."
Gray Wolf sneered. "Perfect. It’ll lead us right to them. The hover truck should be inside their base by now. I’ll go and see for myself just what these people are capable of."
"I’ll gather the n at once. We’ll set out with you tonight and take care of them," the ard man imdiately offered.
"No rush," Gray Wolf said with a cold smile. "Since they didn’t remove the locator, we can find them whenever we want. They just killed Scar’s team, so they’re bound to be on high alert all night, expecting an attack."
"Let them sweat. By tomorrow, they’ll start to let their guard down. After a full day and night, their energy will be spent. Then, we’ll attack under the cover of darkness and take them down easily."
As he spoke, Gray Wolf sneered down at the holographic computer in his hands. ’They killed more than twenty of my n,’ he thought. ’I hope they have enough people to make up for my losses.’
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