My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

A bonfire made of broken wood mixed with some scraps burned brightly.

The broken sparks were blown by the wind and disappeared into the mist.

The faces of the adventurers in front of the Red Spider's temporary camp were red, as if they were burned by fire or excited.

Some caravan engineers in the distance were lazily leaning on the sides of the car, sipping from small cans of beer in their hands.

Although the entire city was in chaos due to the homeless riots during the day, the disturbance could not be transmitted to the Tianyuan territory through this distance for the time being.

Maybe it's because of the foundation's platform, or maybe it's the huge threat of the Red Spider Caravan.

The people at Qinggang Shelter were very low-key, and they didn't even send a single person to send a message.

With the free fragrance wafting in the air.

Not long after, several plates of hard food were brought out from the kitchen in the camp, which immediately lit up the somewhat lonely night atmosphere.

Goat head on fire.

Fierce roasted lamb.

Braised wild vegetables.

The heavy pot was placed on the fire, and the aroma began to grow stronger and stronger as the flames erupted.

Luke, who had taken off his power armor, rushed in front of the crowd with a cane.

Not caring about burning his mouth, he reached out and pulled out a fragrant mutton skewer from the pot, then picked up a crispy flatbread from under the fire and rolled it in.

Take one bite.

hiss.

Luke took a breath, not because he was burned by the temperature, but because of the smell.

"Is it my imagination? Why does it smell better than the past few days?"

The haunting smell seemed to be amplified at this moment.

If it was only a quarter before, it is now at least a third.

This rate of progress is simply incredible.

"Is it so fragrant? I'll try it too."

Joseph, the vice-captain of the caravan, also came up. He first smelled the smell that filled the air, and then looked at the bubbling broth in the pot.

Pick up a rough iron spoon and gently scoop out some.

The hot soup enters the mouth, as if eating a piece of honey that is unforgettable for a long time.

With the feeling of happiness coming from the taste buds, the liquid with a little warmth slid into the throat and entered the abdomen.

call.

There are only two words to describe this feeling.

satisfy!

The food here is simply a gift from God. It only took a dozen days to conquer everyone in the caravan.

Even those who are picky will succumb to this magical taste.

"Eat, eat, dinner is ready!"

Mousse Cake, who came to "level up", took out two baskets of baked flatbreads from the kitchen, with a big smile on his face.

For reservists, the battlefield is the best place to level up. As long as they can achieve excellent performance in battle, they will immediately receive a steady stream of experience points.

For apprentice chefs, the experience of distributing delicious food to more people and gaining praise, especially among the aborigines, is simply terrifying.

That old boy Ma Haoge has recently raised his level to 56% by relying on ramen.

If someone hadn't discovered it, he might have taken advantage of the last few days to reach level four.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Joseph roared, and the engineers not far away who were pretending to be sad seemed to change their faces and put down the wine bottles in their hands at the speed of light.

Warm broth, pseudo-lamb kebabs made from a specially blended protein.

Around the fire, many people hummed with satisfaction. Luke also sat on the ground, drinking a small drink while humming a ditty from his hometown.

"I was still young when we set out, and my memories are blurred among the ruins."

"If I can still remember, those adventure stories."

"Smoke and drums accompanied each other, lifting the veil of the new world."

"When we reach the distance, we become stronger"

"When we reach the distance"

The meaningless humming was as vague as boiling broth in a pot. However, in this desolate night fog, there was an unexpected ups and downs rhythm.

"Friends, we have obtained enough materials and can start the return journey in three days."

Sitting at the front of the Red Spider chariot, Sean raised the wine glass in his hand, shook it, and drank it in one gulp.

This is extremely rare.

Normally, before the caravan returned to the foundation for repairs, he would never let alcohol paralyze him on the way.

But things are different now. The world is changing so fast that Sean already feels abandoned.

Although he had expected such an ending from the moment he established the caravan, it did not mean that he could accept any sudden changes calmly.

If they can survive, or even live a more prosperous life, no one will be willing to die calmly.

"In three days, that should be a good time. I wish you good luck."

Picking up the small can of beer in his hand and taking a sip, Sumo looked towards the direction of Qinggang City.

The dense fog makes it difficult to see the specific appearance of the city.

But the fire that has been raging into the sky has been burning from the afternoon until now, but it still has no intention of stopping.

Perhaps Sunny Harbor Sanctuary will use this fire to clean up mutant plants?

"You are a special manager, at least completely different from those I have met before."

"Oh? What's so special about it?"

Sumo turned his head in surprise, but received a big eye roll from Sean.

"Aren't you special?? Although I have seen many situations where the managers of shelters are combatants, I have never seen anyone personally leading soldiers into the front line, risking huge risks and putting them on the line without hesitation. You are in a dangerous situation, my God, aren't you afraid that a cannonball will fall from the front and blow you up?"

“You don’t understand, that’s what it means for me to be a manager.

For a territorial lord and a manager of a refuge.

What could be more relaxing than watching your soldiers step onto the battlefield and come back intact?

This is not a game, there is no resurrection.

The casualty of even one soldier is an unacceptable reality for the fragile territory at this stage.

"you"

Sean opened his mouth and seemed to understand a little, but then seemed to understand even more.

He looked at the caravan members singing and dancing beside the fire, and suddenly sighed.

"Will you treat your residents, your people, as friends and relatives?"

"why not?"

Sumo shook his head and couldn't help asking: "Everything here is my wealth, but it's not just the supplies, nor the concrete buildings that can't be taken away."

"Every resident is my greatest wealth."

"Resident wealth?"

Sean was slightly stunned, not expecting Su Mo to answer like this.

"Strange, really strange."

There are not one million gathering places on Blue Star, there must be hundreds of thousands.

Some are large and some are small, some gather tens or millions of people, and some only have a dozen or so people.

While traveling across the continent with his caravan, Sean had seen too many managers.

There are combat-type managers who are as violent as hunting tigers and kill decisively.

There are managers who love the people like their own children, strictly enforce rest regulations, and never exploit the residents’ labor force.

There are rulers who are like tyrants, and there are managers who don't care about anything, not even the life or death of the gathering place.

From them, Sean saw too many differences in human nature.

But with the man in front of him, he found a new feeling.

respect.

It’s strange that there are managers who respect the human rights of residents?

"I have never seen a manager who thinks like you, so I can't give you any appropriate advice. But during this time, we still thank Tianyuan Sanctuary for helping us. The Red Spider Caravan will return as quickly as possible. Headquarters, officially register this place on the foundation’s potential transaction list.”

"It's really troublesome." Sumo nodded sincerely and expressed his gratitude.

Sean raised his hand and waved, then coughed and said.

"That's what I should do, and the next time we come back here, we'll have all the equipment you need."

"Of course, as per our plan, you only need to pay with canned food."

It's okay to pay with food.

Unexpectedly, the Tianyuan coins failed to have influence in the aboriginal caravans. On the contrary, the meals had strong purchasing power. They could not only exchange for a large amount of materials and equipment, but also exchange for scarce technologies.

Sumo secretly made a note in his mind that it seemed that the chef apprentice route needed to be carefully cultivated.

If there are additional free route points next time, the abilities of the chef apprentices may be further strengthened.

"When we leave this time, Peng Qiu and the others will also return to the headquarters, so if you encounter pressure from Qinggang Sanctuary in the recent period, you must remember not to have any conflict with them.

I will leave you a token to prove your identity. Maybe they will hesitate for a while after seeing the foundation's logo and insist until we return from the foundation headquarters. "

"In addition, they seem to have lost something important. If you took it, then quickly find a way to return it to them. If you didn't take it, don't send people to find this thing because of its value."

Glancing at the poor scavengers, Sean nodded slightly: "Sometimes, windfall is also a kind of disaster. You should know what I'm talking about."

It is still unknown how much of the foundation's reputation and deterrent power can be retained in this city.

Sean thinks it shouldn't be a big problem.

After all, the other party did not dare to send people to disturb the caravan, which is the best proof.

As for what extraordinary actions Qinggang Shelter will make after he leaves?

To be honest, even Peng Qiu was not sure, so he could only remind him as much as he could.

Sean reminded Sumo that the next time another Foundation caravan passes by, he can take his token and invite them to station at the edge of the territory for a period of time, so as to deter these gopher guys in the city who are ready to move.

As long as we persist until there is a good harvest of food, there will definitely be far fewer people interested in this barren land.

As for whether the caravan will steal the food business?

Sean couldn't care less. He didn't want to see this place turned into a pile of ruins next time he came over.

In this case, all the early investment of the Red Spider Caravan will be in vain, and the future development income will once again become unknown.

It would be better to bundle up a few more foundation caravans and board this big ship together to bring the delicacies here to all parts of the mainland. Then there will be strength in numbers, and they can help each other even if there are risks.

"Yes, after you leave, there shouldn't be any sound coming from here in the near future."

"We will also learn from Sunny Harbor Shelter and build some high walls around the village to reduce their desire to attack as much as possible and protect all the food planted until the harvest."

"Believe me, in the not-too-distant future, this place may develop to a level that even you can't believe."

"Oh? So confident?"

Sean smiled with interest, and then shrugged pretending to be relaxed: "I hope, if one day comes, maybe I will consider moving my retirement place from the foundation headquarters."

"Oh, damn, I still don't know if the nursing home where I ordered beds has been teleported!"

There was such a harmonious atmosphere that it was impossible to tell that they were from two different worlds and from different planets.

The night gradually deepens.

Sitting on the top of the Red Spider chariot, Sean happily ate mutton skewers and recounted some of his experiences on the Blue Star.

Sumo was already very interested in Blue Star, so he listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

but.

What no one noticed was that not far from the chariot, several figures wearing iron can-like clothing were hidden in the mist, lying on the ground holding a device that looked like a vacuum cleaner in their hands.

This iron can seems to have a special function. The multi-spectral scanner mounted on the tank will not reflect back the corresponding information when it is shot on the surface. Instead, it will be directly absorbed.

Reflected on the imaging end of the scanner, there will be a blank the size of a rice grain.

If someone were staring at the scanner at this time, they would definitely notice this sudden change in vacancy.

But unfortunately, the bonfire party was in full swing.

Several engineers on duty were sitting at the table, their mouths full of food, and they couldn't even bother to look at the screen.

If you glance at it occasionally, if you don't see an obvious red exclamation mark, it means they are doing their job respectfully.

"Did you hear that? This damn Foundation caravan is finally leaving!"

"Go back and report to Mr. Pingtan that the foundation distribution stationed in the city will also leave. This is good news."

"But according to what they said, the foundation has not disappeared, and it seems that the Tianyuan Shelter did not take away the industrial core?"

"Whatever, this matter is not something we can control. Anyway, Master Pingtan only needs information. We will report it truthfully and that will be it."

"It smells so good. I haven't smelled such delicious food in a long time."

"Catch them and replace those damn trash in the kitchen."

"Yes, it's best to snatch all their food. I'm tired of eating tasteless nutritious cream every day."

While muttering in a low voice, the iron can retreated and slowly disappeared into the dark alley.

No one noticed their arrival, and even the footprints left on the ground were completely covered up.

But it's a pity that it's like they are lying here to avoid the surveillance of the chariot.

At the border of Tianyuan territory, no one expected that there would be a team of more than twenty people lurking here.

I saw the "iron cans" lining up and emerging from the thick fog.

A hint of joy flashed across the face of the ragged man in front of the team, and he quickly raised his hand and waved to the team members behind him.

In the shadows, a dozen shrill sword lights flashed past.

Unsuspecting, more than a dozen iron jars fell down with a groan. They didn't expect that someone had laid an ambush here.

"Boss, they seem to be people from Pingtan Shelter!"

"This is a recording."

After picking at the iron can a few times to find the identity mark, the vice-captain came back with a pale face, holding the vacuum cleaner-like device with a remote radio in his hand, and his expression was unusually dull.

"Put it on, let me listen."

The man lying on the ground had an expressionless face, his left hand on the safe, and his right hand still resting on the side of the weapon at any time.

However, as the voice finished every minute, his frown suddenly relaxed a little.

"Tianyuan Shelter Foundation Caravan?"