Shangjing, No. 27 Ziyuan Road, the largest stadium of Pan-Asia Cooperation was located here. It was said that when the war broke out, a grand football game was held here. Therefore, on the seats around the circular stadium, skeletons stripped of flesh and rusted coke cans could be seen.
Directly below the stadium was Fallout Shelter 022, but this fallout shelter had long been abandoned. It was the Dusk Church's most pragmatic and diligent Sect of the Tomb Guardians that allowed it to see the light of day again. Although they were believers, they were never bound by doctrine and pursued absolute efficiency. It was precisely because of this that they diverged from the orthodox sect led by Bo Yu.
"Sometimes, I think the name Grave Digger suits us better than Tomb Guardians." Lu Minghui held a flashlight and looked around. He looked at the lines of blood stains on the wall that had oxidized for many years.
"Your statement is very vivid." The man smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "But I won't agree with your proposal in the meeting. Regardless of the era, digging the ancestral grave is not a popular profession. "
"Come on, I'm just saying."
Walking in the dilapidated subway, behind the two followed a team of double-headed cows carrying goods. These hardy animals were one of the few gentle mutants on the wasteland. They were easy to tame and could cross terrain that vehicles couldn't. And because of the low accumulation of toxins in their bodies, they were also one of the few sources of meat on the wasteland.
More than a dozen soldiers in winter suits walked around the consignment team and scanned the shadows in the corners with vigilance, alert to possible zombies, mutants, or raiders. Although it was a path they were used to walking, no one dared to take it lightly. The number of survivors who had died due to carelessness could not be counted even if they used up all the living people's fingers. Among them, there was no lack of powerful lone travelers.
Soon, they arrived at their destination – Shangjing Stadium station.
Crossing the ticket gate that had been removed, a team of people drove the double-headed cows to the exit and went straight to the second underground floor of the stadium. This was the stronghold of the Sect of the Tomb Guardians with nearly ten thousand people living here. The center of the stadium was transformed into a large plantation with a transparent graphene shield that blocked the snow and allowed sunlight to pass through. The mutated fruits growing on the green field were the food source of this underground "city".
The two sentries at the door stepped forward. After confirming Lu Minghui's identity, they immediately took two steps back and saluted.
Lu Minghui nodded, crossed the door, and continued walking forward. Meanwhile, the man behind him stayed behind and led the pack in another direction.
Arriving at a place that looked like a cowshed, a pot-bellied man stepped forward, rubbed his slightly swollen eyes, and took out a tablet from his pocket. As the warehouse manager, his daily job was to count the supplies that were transported into the base.
"Yo, Fatty, you're on duty today?"
"That's right, this damned weather, my nose is about to fall off from the cold …"
Grumbling, he walked forward and opened the leather buckle of one of the packages. His hand suddenly froze.
"This! This is! " The man called Fatty was greatly shocked. His small eyes, which had been narrowed into two slits, opened wide like two green beans.
"An entire container of cocoa beans. I don't know exactly how many tons there are … isn't it amazing? Until a few days ago, I thought this thing was extinct on Earth. " The man lit a low-quality cigarette for himself and patted the bulging package on the back of the double-headed cow. "Separate them and store them in the warehouse. Remember to keep them dry. That's all."
Fatty immediately nodded and ordered the workers to unload the cocoa beans. As long as they were baked in a pot, sugar would be added, and the cocoa liquid could be extracted from the toona. With a little processing, it could be made into cocoa powder or chocolate.
No matter what it was made into, it would be a luxury on the wasteland. Because it was easy to store, it could even be used as currency like canned food!
And because of its high calorie content, it was much more valuable than canned food of the same weight!
If it had to be converted into crystals, it would be in the millions.
On the other side, Lu Minghui, who walked deep into the basement of the stadium, stopped. He pulled out the data cable from his EP and connected it to the socket next to the door. The loading bar on the screen finished. After passing the security verification, a straight gap appeared on the flat cement wall and a passage opened up on both sides.
He put away his EP and walked into the passage.
As he walked forward, the cold lights in the corner of the corridor lit up and dispersed the darkness in the corridor. He stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
Inside the door, it suddenly became bright.
The circular conference room was like the Inquisition in ancient Rome. About fifty senior officials of the Dusk sat on both sides of the conference room. Judging from the packed hall, it was obvious that the meeting had been going on for a long time. When the door opened, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Minghui.
"You're late, Mr. Bishop." The old man sitting at the head of the table looked at his watch and said.
"There was a small situation on the way." Lu Minghui walked to the center of the circular conference room and bowed to the old man.
There were many bishops in the Denomination of the Guardian, but there were only a few with real power. The old man sitting at the head of the table was one of them. As the archbishop of the Denomination of the Guardian, he was in charge of everything including finance and military.
The old man nodded and didn't plan to pursue the reason why he was late. His dry lips slowly opened.
"Start reporting."
Lu Minghui nodded slightly and began to report.
"NAC did not become hostile to us because of the hostile relationship with the Orthodox Church led by Bo Yu. The agreement was reached quite smoothly, and Jiang Chen himself liked the gifts we presented. If the Holy Shield system is repaired, he promised to provide us with a habitat in Wanghai. "
People in the conference room whispered to each other, and the people sitting at the conference table were slightly relieved. The old man sitting at the head of the table also nodded approvingly. He was obviously quite satisfied with the good news brought back by the bishop.
Seeing that it was about time, Lu Minghui adjusted his tone and then said.
"In return, they gave us a container of cocoa beans …"
The discussion in the conference room stopped abruptly, and everyone's expression froze, including the old man sitting at the head of the table. Not because of embarrassment or anger, but because they were so shocked that they didn't know how to react.
Container?
How big is the container?
A container of cocoa beans? Not mutated fruit? Or shell grain?
Lu Minghui was not surprised by the expressions of the people in the room. He had already experienced this feeling when he was in Wanghai. Even when the container was loaded onto the cargo ship, he still hadn't recovered from the shock.
Lu Minghui looked around at the senior officials in the conference room, then looked at the old man sitting at the head of the table and said solemnly.
"The strength of NAC is far beyond our imagination. We must re-examine our relationship with them."
The old man's thin index finger rubbed on the armrest, and he fell into silence. Compared with the senior officials present, he thought more about the meaning behind these gifts and the terrifying strength shown by NAC.
There was no kindness or mana on the wasteland. The only factor that kept the other party calm was absolute strength.
After a long time, the dry lips slowly opened.
"You're right."
Lu Minghui breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly.
"A wise decision."
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