"...unbelievable."

"Is this the same place we were last time?"

Following the guard's footsteps, from the moment he stepped into the south gate of the Wetland Park, the surprised expression never left Liszt's face.

A straight concrete road lay at their feet, extending from the south gate of the park to the fortress in the forest.

The road looks like it was built recently.

But this in itself is nothing surprising.

They just leveled the land slightly and put a layer of cement on it. This kind of thing can be done by any settlement of survivors of a small size, if they want to.

However, for a survivor settlement with a population of less than a hundred, this is really surprising.

Liszt suddenly spoke.

"When was the last time we came here?"

The guard who was following Liszt was slightly stunned, then hesitated for a moment and said.

"...It seems to be October."

Last year's winter came very early, and the temperature has been cooling since October. By November, the road from Boulder City to the northern suburbs was completely impassable.

Thinking of this, Liszt fell into deep thought.

In less than three months, these blue coats cut down more than one-third of the trees in the entire Linghu Wetland Park.

What on earth are they planning to do?

Just when Liszt was confused, the scene ahead suddenly became clear.

At the end of this concrete road, there are rows of houses with brick and wood structures. At a rough count, there are more than a hundred houses.

And this is just the south entrance.

Looking to the east, two villages are located there. The situation to the north is even more spectacular. It is probably a market, with rows of lively stalls located there. The streets are bustling with people, and the people there alone are...

More than one or two hundred.

Where is this settlement of hundreds of survivors?

At least five hundred... no, maybe there are already thousands of people.

The look of surprise on Liszt's face became even stronger.

For a moment, he even had doubts, had he really been to this place?

Walking in the caravan, the guard carrying two rifles on his back whispered to the man with a shaved head beside him.

"I remember the last time we came here, it seemed like there was still a piece of bare wood?"

"It's only been one winter. How many houses have they built?"

"Since when have there been so many people here?"

"And it's not just the house... they have also renovated the concrete walls. Now there are probably a lot of people standing on the shooting platform."

The original wall made of construction waste has been replaced by a solid concrete wall, and the flat wall has even been painted with a layer of white plaster.

In addition, the blue coats also widened the original narrow door.

The narrow road that could only accommodate two bullock carts traveling in parallel has now become a four-lane road that can accommodate four vehicles traveling parallel.

Guards wearing uniform black coats and carrying rifles stood meticulously on duty at the door. Residents in different costumes shuttled in front of the door, some wearing fur clothes, some wearing blue coats, and some wearing more avant-garde clothes. In addition to strange people,

They couldn't think of how to evaluate it other than that it looked good.

It seems that these shelter residents have adapted to life on the surface and have taken in many wastelanders in their settlements.

This place is probably not developed, at least they don't see street lights on the streets, but compared to those settlements that are darkened at night, they have their own public lighting system that relies half on torches and half on coal lamps.

No one has a smile on their face, and it is hard to imagine that they have just experienced a harsh winter. The sufficient supply of supplies makes most people full of hope for their future lives, and everything here is so orderly.

Liszt suddenly thought of the shed area at the entrance of Boulder City.

They are both houses built next to a fence, but they are completely different.

"It's hard to imagine they did this in just one winter."

His Adam's apple moved, and Liszt continued in a surprised tone.

"Pang Long, do you remember? The shelter we went to before. Because they ran out of supplies, they had to leave the shelter and build homes on the surface. Although there are five or six hundred people, it seems that when we pass there every year

They’re all the same.”

The man who followed Liszt, whose right arm and right eye were replaced by mechanical prosthetics, looked around carefully and said in a stiff tone.

"Of course I remember, sir. But I think being able to remain unchanged in this world is also a special ability."

He was Liszt's old partner. He traveled with him to many places and saw more survivor settlements than he could count with two hands.

However, there are only a handful of old customers who can continue to do business with them and see them every year.

Many people may still be there when they go there in the fall, but by the time they go back in the spring, they no longer know where they have gone.

Just like the old mayor of Bate Street.

Before winter was over, he was kicked out of his warm home and rolled to Boulder City in despair.

This can be considered relatively lucky.

Those who are unlucky will either end up in the stomach of a mutant, or be thrown into a frying pan by predators, or even worse, be eaten alive by alien species. Such things happen every year, and they are not even news.

Being able to remain unchanged is indeed an amazing skill in the wasteland.

"That's true." Liszt smiled and said, "But as a partner, I still prefer to do business with ambitious people."

How can he make a fortune if he doesn't become bigger and stronger?

Liszt still remembered that the last time he did business with people here, the man used 20 kilograms of blue mushrooms and 12 deer skins in exchange for a 10KW wood generator and a KV-

1 The exoskeleton also has four bolt-action iron tube rifles and 120 rounds of ammunition.

That was the last business he made after winter.

Although the man's glib tongue made him lose a lot of chips, the profit from that transaction was still a considerable amount.

Later, Liszt used the money he earned to buy twelve slaves from the Red River Town merchants who were stranded in Boulder City. Before the heavy snow closed the road, he sent them to the business he and a business partner ran in the south.

Camu tree plantation.

Thinking of this, Liszt couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

This time he brought a lot of good things.

I wonder how much he can earn from this trip!

The caravan stopped at the south gate.

Some players who handed in tasks near the south gate quickly noticed them and cast curious glances here.

"Who are those people?"

"Caravan?"

"Holy shit, I know these people!"

"Xi Dapu Ben, Boss Xia's store can finally replenish the stock!"

While the players were looking at these people, the guards in the caravan were also nervously observing these blue coats.

"Fuck...there are actually two awakened ones here?"

"you sure?!"

"You can't be wrong! My special function is to sense the breath of the awakened person... Then the breath of the strong man can't be wrong!"

Pang Long, who was following Liszt, also frowned slightly.

Noticing the change in the expression of his capable man, Liszt glanced at him and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid these people are much stronger than you expected," Pang Long said softly, "Those wearing shelter uniforms... I saw at least four awakened people inside, and at least fifteen people appeared awakened.

Sign. Their strength may not be as good as mine, but their overall combat effectiveness is stronger than ours."

Liszt looked at Pang Long in surprise. Although this sounded a bit outrageous, he believed in the judgment of his subordinates.

"We have to try to avoid conflicts with them... Please keep a close eye on our people and don't let them wander around."

Pang Long nodded.

"OK."

Liszt asked Pang Long and his men to wait at the door, while he followed the guard wearing an exoskeleton into the door.

It is impossible for any survivor colony to allow a group of outsiders with guns to walk into their homes.

Even if they are familiar with each other.

However, Lister still has a certain degree of confidence in his ability to see people, especially with clients he has worked with once.
To be continued...