It was a nuclear crater, or rather, a circular lake.
The lake emitted a faint green glow under the night sky, like a sea of fireflies, beautiful and ominous.
The lake water was clear, but it was as sticky as jelly. The occasional breeze didn't cause any ripples.
In the middle of the lake, a small mountain floated.
It was a small hill made up of dark red chunks of flesh. The blood vessels on the surface frequently squirmed and sent nutrients to the entire body. The large body leaned on the jellyfish-like tentacles at the base, like a giant tree rooted in the lake.
A giant tree made of flesh and blood.
At the top, there was a ten-meter long cilium as thick as a forearm. At the top of the cilium, there was a glowing flesh bubble. It was like an antenna with a bright lamp hanging above it. The faint glow flickered as if it was listening to something or calling something.
No one had been here for twenty years, and no one could reach here. It was a forbidden zone for life.
But there were still a few mutants that could get close.
For example, the Death Claw was one of them.
Perhaps it was guided by the faint light, a Death Claw slowly approached the nuclear crater.
It wagged its spiked tail in a daze, its sharp claws gripping a dying survivor.
The survivor had an ugly face. His festering skin had deformed wrinkles. The high level radiation cancer changed every cell in his body. His swollen lips moved slowly as he murmured inaudible words. Along with the trembling of his facial muscles, large pieces of skin peeled off his face.
His face was pitiful, but its expression was solemn.
As if it was performing a mysterious ritual, the Death Claw lifted him up high.
As the prey screamed in fear, it devoutly threw him into the lake.
The viscous ripples spread and quickly swallowed the person's figure.
Just like usual, after the Death Claw offered its tribute, it turned around and left.
But at this moment, a strange change occurred!
The viscous lake water suddenly rolled up, and large bubbles rose from the bottom of the lake, like boiling water. The survivor who had sunk to the bottom of the lake was the last piece of wood that ignited the lake!
The Death Claw suddenly turned its head, and its bell-sized eyes narrowed into a line. It looked between the rising light and the restless flesh.
At the same time, in a mansion dozens of kilometers away, the sleeping Lin Lin suddenly opened her eyes.
His breathing was still even, as if he was still sound asleep.
However, the two smears of red in his pupils were so conspicuous in the darkness.
…
It was already mid-June. Jiang Chen planned to return to the modern world in the near future. Everything on the wasteland had been arranged, and the last batch of recruits had rushed to the frontline yesterday. At this moment, it didn't matter if he was sitting in the office or not. Sun Jiao, as the wife of the general, would take care of all the chores for him. Lin Lin would also inform him of any major events through the fourth dimensional messenger.
However, he still had to go to the office today. A messenger from Hang City wanted to see him.
"Ah-" Lin Lin yawned as she walked out of the room while rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Did you stay up late?" Jiang Chen, who was standing in the living room, saw her and asked with a smile.
"No, I just don't know why I'm so sleepy … and a little hungry." Lin Lin rubbed her flat stomach and walked to the kitchen in a daze.
He didn't know what happened, but Lin Lin had been listless for the past few days. Jiang Chen initially thought she was sick, but Lin Lin responsibly told him that digitalized humans wouldn't get sick.
Jiang Chen looked at her back, confused, but he didn't say anything. He pushed the door open and walked out.
Today's sky was exceptionally clear. Perhaps it was because of the monsoon blowing from the Pacific Ocean that blew away the radiation dust that shrouded the wasteland like a dark cloud. When he arrived at the office, a man in a suit was already waiting in front of his desk.
When he saw Jiang Chen, his eyes lit up as he extended his right hand and greeted him with a smile.
Jiang Chen also shook hands with him in a friendly manner.
"Kong Qian, the president of the Hang Merchant Alliance." The man shook Jiang Chen's hand and introduced himself in a friendly manner.
From the calluses on his hand, this guy didn't look like a merchant at all.
Although Jiang Chen hadn't been to Hang before, he had heard of the alliance.
A lot of merchants from the Sixth Street came from Hang. The electronic products, tobacco, and adhesives they brought were all popular here. Most of the merchants from Hang City belonged to the Hang City Merchant Union, which was a guild organization. To be able to integrate so many merchants, it was enough to show that the organization's power was not to be underestimated.
But Hang and Wanghai were separated by Jia City. The distance of 150 kilometers was considered very far on the wasteland.
"Jiang Chen, NAC General. Why don't we sit down first? "Jiang Chen smiled.
"Haha, Mr. General, you're too kind …"
After some small talk, the two sat on the sofa.
Jiang Chen signaled Han Junhua to leave for a moment before he crossed his fingers on his knees and asked straightforwardly.
"It's so chaotic outside right now. May I know why you've come to visit me personally?"
Jiang Chen didn't forget that Jia City was still in the hands of the mutated humans.
"I bring friendliness, and I bring crystals. I also have a personal purpose. I want to meet the legendary King of Wanghai, "Kong Qian said with a smile.
[King of Wanghai? That's a nice flattery, but I like it.]
"Haha, is that what the people in Hang call me?" Jiang Chen laughed.
"Of course, the merchants from Hang City who returned from the Sixth Street all complimented you. As a dictator, you recognize the importance of merchants and strictly follow the rules of the game you set. To be honest, when we heard that the Group of Ten was replaced by a dictator, we pessimistically thought that we would completely lose the most dazzling market, but it turns out that we were wrong. "Kong Qian spread his hands and joked.
Seeing that Kong Qian didn't want to get to the main topic, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"I'm honored to receive such compliments from your merchant. The merchants of Hang City have always been our best friends. But I think before we flatter each other, let's get to the main topic. "
Kong Qian smiled.
"Actually, before I came here, I had a good proposal."
"What about now?" Jiang Chen asked.
"I changed my mind."
"Can I hear what the idea that has already been scrapped is?" Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa and looked at the scheming face.
Kong Qian grinned and didn't hide it.
"My proposal is for both sides to send out troops and remove the nail blocking our trade route."
"What about now?" Jiang Chen laughed.
"But now I realize that you don't need us and can remove this nail by yourself." Kong Qian also laughed.
When he said this, Jiang Chen read a deeply hidden fear in his pupils.
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