131. Chapter 131, selfish desires

Author: red heart cloth

Chapter 131, selfish desires

Jason Morgan, who had a swollen forehead, felt that he was extremely unlucky.

He was originally an employee of a small factory in Fuxing City, doing some statistical work. He didn't have any special skills or power, so he just did his job and received the salary he deserved. His life was better than those in the outer city.

Of course, the refugees who are hungry are much better off, but they are definitely not rich. They can barely live in a room in the inner city, and with the work of their wife, they can barely support their three children.

After the war, his wife didn't know what kind of evil she believed in. She felt that the new government created by the new governor was very reliable. Not only did she go in, she also persuaded him at home for two days.

“We are literate, can count, have work experience, and can get ahead.”

"It is said that Ms. Oceana was promoted to such a high position just because she could read!"

"The sooner we join, the better. The sooner we join, the sooner we can join, and we may become big shots in the future."

He eagerly agreed, and after undergoing preliminary political review and training, he was dispatched to the Immigration Bureau of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

At that time, what he thought was that although the conditions were difficult and he had to go out to work in the city, looking at his initial rank of E9, the basic rank quota for him and his wife would be enough to support the family. Plus the quota

In addition to their salary, their quality of life will not be reduced at all compared to the past.

In addition, before leaving this 'business trip', their director, who also just took office, encouraged them by saying that this was a very valuable experience. If things are done well, it can be regarded as a meritorious performance. Performance is the best.

For those who stand out, he will apply for the Renaissance Medal, and will give priority to those who come back for promotions and promotions.

The painted cakes fed Morgan well. In addition, the business trip itself came with additional allowances, which were all benefits. After returning home, I discussed it with my wife, and with her strong support, he signed up that night

.

The next day, a working group was formed, and a group of them were taken in a car and sent to Major Purbov's army.

When dealing with the first gathering place with a population of about a thousand people, they were a little confused, encountered some difficulties, and had some twists and turns, but in the end they got it done. They were even the first group to complete the migration work.

When leading the telecom report, he also received a commendation from the director.

He was so happy, but he didn't even get any rest, so he was sent to the newly recovered Sanchi Town overnight.

Sanchi Town has a population of more than 3,000. According to the original leader of the town, the name "Sanchi" comes from the fact that there are three large ponds around the town, from which some aquatic products can be fished. They mainly rely on these aquatic products to make a living. Some of them are eaten by themselves.

, part of it is dried and made into dried fish and canned for export. In addition, the location of their town is not bad, and caravans often pass by. They set up a tavern to provide food, accommodation, leisure and entertainment services for the caravans.

Life in the entire town was so-so.

According to this statement, the first direction of the working group is that this town can be preserved. It can be used as a trade transfer station and three lakes with good output. It can also be used as an aquaculture site to produce food.

They began to work in this direction.

But after conducting on-site inspections, they quickly realized something was wrong.

It is true that there are "three ponds", but they are really three "ponds". It cannot be said to be a pond, but it is a very small lake when it is full. It has a certain amount of aquatic products, but it is obviously not well managed. The output

Quite limited.

As for the tavern? There is indeed one, but the total number of rooms is probably about ten. There are about twenty tables in the lobby on the first floor. It is probably not a trading post.

If this was a small village with only a few hundred people, the three pools and this tavern might be able to barely allow them to live a decent life.

But three thousand people?

Would you starve to death by doing this?

The people in Sanchi Town lied.

Morgan didn't understand why he lied at first, but on the third night after the army left and they were the only working group left, when he went out to urinate at night, he saw boxes of weapons and equipment being moved from the warehouse.

When he came out and the townspeople began to arm themselves, he knew something was wrong.

This group of people actually acted like they surrendered unconditionally and loyally surrendered when the front-line army came, and then started to arm the troops after the back-foot army left.

Later, he saw a large number of looters entering the town, and they got along well with the townspeople.

Combined with the serious discrepancy between the industry and population size previously investigated, he finally understood that he was entering a den of thieves!

Not to mention the three small pools, how could a shabby tavern support 3,000 people? They didn't rely on this at all.

Returning to the transit station on the trade road... They do rely on the trade along the road to make a living, but the method may be a little different from what they thought before.

Opening illegal shops, robbing people... It's not a problem to say that their livelihood is related to business travel.

Coupled with plundering and extorting other settlements, plus serving as a black center to help the plunderers handle stolen goods, provide supplies, and serve as a foothold to harbor bandits...

Then if we can feed three thousand people like this, it won't be a big problem.

Jason Morgan, who was covered in cold sweat, didn't even dare to urinate. He was afraid of being discovered. He sneaked back into the room in fear and told six other colleagues what he had discovered.

Everyone was a little panicked.

Even when the fighting in Fuxing City was at its most intense, they only listened to the sound of gunfire and felt the vibrations from the orbital bombardment hitting the wind farm on the outskirts of the city, and were so scared that they shivered at home.

But when it comes to real physical threats, it's not as clear as it is now.

If you continue to stay here, you will definitely die.

No matter what the looters wanted to do, it was obvious that they would not let them go.

The seven people discussed it and planned to escape quickly before those guys came to trouble them and restricted their movements.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

They are not stealth experts. They are not even soldiers. They have not received any training in this area. How can they sneak out of a town without being discovered?

In fact, they were caught not long after they fled.

Morgan was hit on the head with two gun butts and was knocked dizzy. By the time he was almost conscious, he was tied up in a room with his colleagues.

Now he feels regretful, very regretful.

When I chose to go on a business trip, I was blinded by the pie drawn by my boss and blinded by the extra business trip allowance.

I only saw the benefits and forgot how dangerous this wasteland was.

What to do now?

"There is no other way, just wait to die."

The person who said this is quite optimistic.

A true pessimist will say: "Is there any way to make it faster? It is best to commit suicide painlessly? The looters in the wasteland really cannibalize people, and some are even perverted. In order to ensure the freshness of the meat, they will cut them alive."

Roast the meat and eat it..."

Morgan, who had just recovered from his dizziness, was so frightened that he almost fainted again when he heard their conversation.

No, a few days ago I was enjoying a wonderful future life with my wife at home. Today you tell me that I might be eaten alive?

His mentality is broken.

Morgan didn't want to die. He shook his head to think of a way, but he couldn't think of a way. The seven of them were tied tightly and thrown on the ground. It was difficult for them to even twist around like caterpillars, let alone find a way to solve the problem.

Tied.

It was useless to untie them. They were unarmed, but there were two armed robbers guarding the door.

What to do?

I can't think of a solution no matter how hard I try.

And an even more desperate situation came.

He heard footsteps outside.

It seemed that a few people came over from outside, and then started talking to the guard at the door, and then began to have some arguments.

It's hard to hear clearly through the door wall, but it seems...

"...order...let me come...just these few, right?...kill them...just bury them outside...let them go...no..."

Morgan's face turned pale when he heard these words.

It’s over!

We are coming to execute them!

Just as I was thinking this, the door was opened.

He watched as three armed robbers walked in.

Morgan was terrified.

He felt that everything was lost.

At this time, he could only close his eyes, prepare to welcome death, and pray that he would die more happily later.

But at this moment, he heard the person coming in speaking.

"Leader Terrell's order requires me to kill you all."

It's just as I expected... Morgan thought in his heart.

Then, he heard another twist, which made him immediately hopeful:
To be continued...