East Gate of Boulder City.

Next to the unloading point of the trading station, boxes and bundles of goods were piled up into a hill.

Standing next to a pile of grains, the bare-chested loader threw the dirty rag over his shoulders, reached out and pushed the strong sack, with surprise in his eyes.

"Is this the same batch as yesterday?"

Henry still remembers it clearly.

Yesterday morning, he had just unloaded the goods from the back of the two-headed ox, and he did not expect to have to put them back again so soon.

The worker on the side bared his teeth and said.

"Yes, the millet shipped from the farms in the south smells as good as freshly dried clothes."

After entering June, the weather here is really getting hotter and hotter. It would be nice to have a bottle of ice-cold Nuka-Cola.

But with their income, they can't afford that kind of luxury.

"Where are these goods going to be transported?" A tanned boy came over and asked curiously.

Henry remembered his name, which seemed to be Hang. He lived in a nearby slum. He didn't know whether he was thirteen or twelve years old, but he was still young.

The trading post is different from other places. Many employees here come from the slums outside the giant wall.

I heard that these people want less salary than them, and it is enough to give them one chip and two spoons of sticky nutritional paste every day...

To be honest, Henry dislikes these slum children because there are always some people who are willing to tolerate lower living standards, causing their wages to drop again and again.

A chip may be enough for him to live alone, but he has a large family to support!

"Send it to our neighbor." Henry said coldly.

The stevedores on the side couldn't help complaining.

"Damn... there is so much food, why don't those profiteers refuse to sell it to us cheaper?"

If a kilogram of bread only costs one chip, they can still afford it, but usually it is only enough to buy a piece of green wheat cake that is as hard as a stone.

At this time, the steward of the trading post came from the side and happened to hear the complaints of these poor people. He rolled his eyes without thinking.

"You are daydreaming!"

"Do you expect the food grown in the ground to be as cheap as the nutritional paste? Stop talking nonsense and get to work quickly. If you don't work hard, you won't even be able to afford the nutritional paste!"

Under the urging of the steward, the stevedores who had gathered together to complain quickly dispersed and immersed themselves in their work without daring to say anything more.

Although I am full of resentment and dissatisfaction, it is not easy to find a job these days. If you are fired, the whole family will have to go hungry...

…

It’s not just food that needs to be moved.

There are also bales of cotton fabric, parts and equipment needed for construction, as well as lighting equipment and generators.

The total value of these goods is as high as 500,000 chips and the weight is 450 tons.

If we can transport this 10 times a month, the trade volume will be 5 million, which will be 60 million a year.

If shipping costs are also included, 200 million chips are actually not that expensive...

At the same time, not far from the trading station, several heavily armed players also completed their assembly.

Lao Bai, who was wearing an exoskeleton and carrying a rifle, glanced in the direction of the slum.

It was calm there.

The faces with dull eyes were ordinary, and it was completely impossible to tell that a murder had occurred here a few days ago.

I didn't even feel that someone was looking at me with malicious intent.

Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he expected, the Dagger Gang didn't dare to trouble them at all.

Their alliance is very young, and its size is not comparable to that of Boulder City, which has led the way for two hundred years, nor can it compare to the military industrial giants and city lords who ride on top of the giant wall.

But compared to just a few predator gangs, they are still an elephant.

The two sides do not exist in the same dimension at all.

The other party naturally knew this and would not come to trouble him for the life of a younger brother.

Of course, it's possible that I'm overthinking it, or it's just that there's no follow-up to that plot in the game program.

Just when Lao Bai was thinking wildly, a guard P from the office came over, stopped in front of him and said.

"The trading post is loading the goods, we have to wait a while."

Lao Bai was not very good at connecting people with each other, so he just nodded and answered concisely.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt to wait a while."

The trading station not far away is very busy at the moment.

Bare-chested loaders shuttled back and forth between the material pile and the camel team, carrying the goods onto the backs of the two-headed oxen and tying them up.

This kind of two-headed cow has a docile temperament and a strong physique. One cow weighs five to six hundred kilograms. The mutant species can even reach an astonishing one ton, as big as a hippopotamus.

The most important thing is that these animals are not picky about food, have iron stomachs comparable to mutant hyenas, and grow relatively quickly, so they are widely used as transportation in the wasteland.

Where tires and tracks cannot go, they can walk on flat ground.

Although it is not fast, it is stable enough and can even be used as a cover during a fight.

Players are not surprised by creatures like the two-headed cow. They are raised at the Frostspear Ranch in the northern suburbs.

However, what surprised the players was that the two-headed cow they saw this time was different from before. Not only was it bigger, but it also had a metal instrument on its body.

It looks like an exoskeleton.

"Holy shit... even cows have exoskeletons?" Sha Dian said with surprise as he looked at the camel team not far away.

Brother Dog, who was standing aside, followed his line of sight, stared at the cows for a while and then said.

"That's a non-powered exoskeleton."

"What is a non-powered exoskeleton?" Sha Diao asked curiously.

The kidney fighter on the side explained.

"There is no power supply or motor. It functions like a cart with wheels, allowing you to unload part of the weight of the goods on the ground."

"Then why not just build a mechanical bull?"

Brother Dog rolled his eyes.

"We might as well just use rockets to transport it."

Kidney Fighter said casually: "Because the cost of transporting a mechanical bull is not just a hundred kilometers, you also have to replace worn parts and apply engine oil regularly... I guess."

This argument is acceptable to Sha Dagger.

However, equipping a two-headed cow with a non-powered exoskeleton can be regarded as taking the concept of making the best use of everything to its extreme.

Loading didn't take long.

Lao Bai raised his arm and took a look, only to see a line of pop-up windows appear on the V screen.

The escort mission begins.

They need to deliver the goods to the northern suburbs within 48 hours and ensure the safety of personnel and materials.

"The goods have been loaded."

"Where's Fang Chang?" Sha Dian glanced around and found that someone was missing.

Lao Bai said casually: "He has something to do and will stay here for a while. Let's hit the road first."

Brother Dog howled.

"Damn, this guy is eating alone again!"

"That's right! If you act alone every day these days, you must be doing bad things!"

Hearing the complaints from his teammates, Lao Bai smiled heartily.

"Ignore him, he has his own affairs to deal with. He will come back naturally after he has dealt with it."

Looking at the camel caravan behind him, he waved his hand forward neatly.

"Set off!"

The team started to move.

Escorting more than two hundred two-headed oxen and hundreds of tons of supplies, the group embarked on a majestic journey to the northern suburbs under the watchful eyes of visitors to the wasteland.

The people escorting the caravan were not only a few players from the Burning Legion, but also two local mercenary groups from Boulder City, totaling more than a hundred people.

For such caravans, usually plunderers would stay away when they see them.

Not to mention coming over to test, these bullies don't even dare to look here.

I heard that the New Alliance also plans to renovate the subway tunnel from Boulder City to the northern suburbs and seal all intersections, which can shorten the original two-day journey to one day.
To be continued...