Chapter 153: Soft and Hard

At the entrance of the central building of the "Black Iron Furnace", hundreds of motorcycles were placed. People who were several times more than the motorcycles were scattered around the group. They were wearing jackets or leather jackets of different colors and rough styles, and the silver motorcycle party logo was sewn on the chest of the clothes. These people looked gloomy and held various types of guns and knives in their hands, and looked coldly at Yang Hua and others who were guarding the entrance and exit of the wire circle.

There were more than a dozen men with particularly strong physiques in the crowd. Judging from the special marks attached to the logo, they belonged to the captain of the motorcycle party. Compared with others, their clothing was obviously much better, and the exposed muscles on their chests and shoulders were also more solid, and they were full of show off and demonstration, and exuded a powerful aura that only evolved abilities could have.

Their focus of their sight also focused on five outsiders. Unlike other ordinary people, four Yinyue City Guards with level 5 evolutionary abilities made these motorcycle knights with no more than level 2 feel fear. Especially among the four people, Yang Hua, who is a parasitic, emits a terrifying aura that makes their detection nerves approach the brink of collapse. This is an unconscious formation of creatures during the evolution process, and their natural fear of powerful beings and survival instincts. Just like the tiger's submission to cats and dogs, humans' fear of the strong people of the same race is even more obvious without law and order.

"No shooting is allowed-"

"Don't act rashly-"

"Don't mess with those guys, they're not easy to deal with-"

Strict orders and urgent instructions spread rapidly and concealedly in the dense crowd through oral communication. While surprised by the source of the order, the ordinary motorcycle party members also put away their arrogant and contemptuous attitudes, and the hostility and coldness in their eyes gradually faded a lot under the trouble of shock and doubt. They whispered and used their own different methods to give these strange outsiders a series of question marks.

Although surrounded by dozens of times the opponent and pointed at countless guns, there was no sign of nervousness from the faces of the guards of Yinyue City. Especially Yang Hua, who was standing in the middle, even a faint feeling of pity appeared in his eyes.

With the sound of light footsteps coming from the depths of the corridor, Lin Xiang's figure soon appeared at the exit of the building. Following the eyes of countless motorcycle party members, strangers walked through the dangerous crowd as if no one was around, and followed the road when they came, slowly heading towards the direction outside the city.

"Why didn't you kill him directly?" Yang Hua didn't understand Lin Xiang's move to let Luo Jingpeng go. In his opinion, the best way to gain control of a city is to kill the former manager and replace it. This is the law of survival in the wasteland world and the most basic source of power and power.

Savage, violent, bloody, but very useful.

"The same method can not be applied in all occasions. The "black iron furnace" is not a settlement in the ordinary sense of refugees. If it is forced to seize it, the effect may be counterproductive."

Turning his body sideways, he glanced at the silver motorcycle party gangster standing in the distance from the corner of his eyes. Lin Xiang smiled faintly: "This is not a city in the strict sense. Once the purification system inside the factory exhausts energy and cannot operate, the source of drinking water and food will be cut off. Judging from the current ruins and the technological level left by the old era, the specific energy supply form of the "black iron furnace" is nothing more than two types: small nuclear power stations or coal thermal power supply. Information provided by Gliffiz shows that Sosbia is the most important thing in this area.

Early exploration records can be traced to six years ago. At that time, surveyors did not find any veins worth mining here. The coordinates marked on the drawings simply regarded the "black iron furnace" as a ruin with little value. According to Elena, the senior management of Sosbia conducted two reviews of this exploration report, and the conclusions reached were unavailable. Haha! But who could have thought that a medium-sized city with a population of more than a few thousand would appear on this ruin with rust iron?

"What do you mean is Luo Jingpeng the creator of all this?" Yang Hua asked thoughtfully.

"I have no idea."

Lin Xiang shook his head calmly: "That's a very stubborn guy. Perhaps, the memory of technology in his mind matches a certain control computer in the "Black Iron Furnace" to restart the program and start the old production assembly line. Or, he is very lucky and happens to have talents in this area. Or he uses some despicable means to kill the original ruler and replace it himself... No matter which result, it has nothing to do with us. To maintain the operation of this steel furnace, we need to consider complex issues such as energy, population, food, and product sales. We have enough troubles. Before we completely digest the tens of thousands of refugees, we must be safe to become residents of Yinyue City.

Minimize unnecessary extra burdens. Since Luo Jingpeng is unwilling to give up his power, we will satisfy his wish. All I need is motorcycles and related spare parts. The price of 20,000 yuan is indeed very cheap. Through Gliffiz's sales system, these mechanical products can be sold for 200,000 or even higher. We don't need to hide our heads and tails like Luo Jingpeng, and are worried about being discovered and swallowed up with force. Backed by the Crescent City, in the name of the Skeleton Knights and the Vulture Mercenary Group, Yinyue City can openly take this income for itself. In the words of the old era - "We don't need to take the initiative and invest resources to raise lambs, but we can directly harvest delicious lamb." Haha! This is the benefit of strong strength."

"With that person's shrewdness, he would not misunderstand the truth."

Yang Hua still frowned: "He will not succumb to the threat forever. This kind of good deal of buying low and selling high cannot last for too long."

"The current public base of Yinyue City is not stable, and we need at least one year to consolidate our achievements. As long as we carry out orderly farming, we can get a huge amount of food as a support. In a year, no more than two years, through material control and personnel infiltration, a considerable number of members of the "Black Iron Furnace" and the Silver Locomotive Party will be biased towards Yinyue City. At that time, we may not have to pay any price to directly control the city." Lin Xiang explained seriously.

Yang Hua nodded gently, turned around slowly, and looked at him with a slightly complicated look: "Do you know? You are a very strange guy. Before that, I have never seen someone like you."

"Oh?" Lin Xiang was a little curious.

"You are very powerful, and you should even be said to be terriblely powerful. But you don't seem to like using straightforward violence, and prefer milder and softer methods. Maybe my way of thinking about the problem is not as comprehensive as you... But I have to admit that your method is indeed much more effective than the results obtained by simply killing." Yang Hua said in a bad voice, but he could hear it clearly enough.

Looking at this serious man, Lin Xiang suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth. He directly threw out another question that was irrelevant to the content of the conversation: "Tell me, how strong is your evolutionary ability now?"

"According to the parasitic level standards, it should be three stars." Although it was a little strange, Yang Hua still answered honestly.

“Samsung…”

Lin Xiang nodded in a clear way, and suddenly changed his mind: "So, how many ordinary opponents can you kill in the continuous battle?"

"About two hundred, no more than two hundred and fifty at most." Yang Hua calculated quickly in his heart: "This is my physical limit."

"If these two hundred people are selected according to their different abilities, twenty soldiers are selected for training and education, and the rest are strictly managed in a semi-militarized manner, after half a year, you will have a well-trained combat team and a small base that can provide sufficient logistical support. Using their excellent cooperation with each other, exert their combat power beyond their own in the way of team actions, your actual combat power can reach or even exceed 500 people. This is the most fundamental difference between power controllers and simple warriors."

Lin Xiang sighed softly: "Power is a snowball that is getting bigger and bigger. In that era of destruction, democracy is the most basic way to control power. This method is not applicable in the wasteland world. The emergence of psychics has broken the balance of strength of ordinary people. I wonder if you have discovered that those refugees who have just joined Yinyue City look at you and the guards with envy. They long to have superpowers like you and desire to get the same material treatment as you. Maybe you don't even realize that this is actually the class that is often mentioned in books in the old era. In the final analysis, the source of power is actually the support of others. The more supporters, the greater the power you have. The way to obtain power in the wasteland world is much simpler than in the old era. An old-fashioned gunpowder gun, an evolution that only has primary abilities

People can become the leader of a group of ordinary people. There is no so-called democracy in this era, nor is there any evil equality. Fists and bullets are the legal basis for judging the right and wrong of things. Why did Sosbia and Ferdinand spend a lot of money to hire senior abilities? They even spend all their money to buy strengthening potions from the Joint Doctors Association to provide them with their confidants? Because they need the help of capable people, they need to make their rule and power base stronger. Hidden Moon City is no exception. Without the existence of advanced evolutionists like you and Wang Biao, the city would not have developed at all, and the refugees would not accept the control of the committee, and the situation would even turn into a riot that would destroy the whole city... This is definitely not alarmist. In this unordered world, power, or violence, is the basis for controlling and deterring everything."

"But power is not omnipotent-"

As he spoke, Lin Xiang changed his mind: "Even even the most powerful evolutionary people must abide by the biological laws set by the earth's nature. Hunger and thirst are the most direct factors that threaten life. The purpose that can be achieved through management does not need to use bloody violence. This is my thinking point. Although the objects being controlled are ordinary people, they also have their own dignity and bottom line that they can bear. Once they exceed, they will resist wildly and recklessly, and even destroy everything they once had at the cost of life. This kind of loss-loss practice is very terrifying. The determination to die is their only choice in despair and helplessness. It is not difficult to understand this - before you have gained the ability to evolve, you, who desperately fled in the wilderness to avoid mercenary slaves, have you also thought about dying together in despair in order to protect your family?"

Yang Hua was silent.

After a long time, he hesitated and asked: "Are you worried that Luo Jingpeng will resist?"

"He must have his own backup plan-"

Lin Xiang looked up at the dark lead-gray sky and breathed a long sigh: "This place is not like other ordinary cities. The real value of the "black iron furnace" does not lie in its population, but in its industrial production capacity. As long as there is enough food and drinking water reserves, even if a war breaks out, the city can still maintain relative stability. But here is different. If a grenade blows off the terminal computer that controls the assembly line, the "black iron furnace" will immediately fall into paralysis. At that time, it will really become a piece of steel ruins with no value as mentioned in the initial exploration report of Sosbia."

Yang Hua was shocked, his face turned pale in an instant, and then changed into ashen blue.

There are madmen who are unwilling to fail everywhere in this damn world. When they are desperate, they will use various types of extreme means to accompany themselves into the grave with the secrets and interests they want to know.

"Operating a city requires a lifetime of energy. It only takes a second and a small electronic controller to destroy it."

Lin Xiang's voice was very light. He seemed to see the dazzling explosion flame falling from the sky nearly a century ago: "I can't take the risk. Yinyue City needs machinery for the production of the "Black Iron Furnace". It is uncontrollable for the time being, which does not mean that it will always be like this. As long as Luo Jingpeng is willing to surrender and accept the trade rules we set, Yinyue City will become the material control subject of the "Black Iron Furnace". Unwilling to be exposed or unable to resist, he can only become our vassal. Similarly, in order to continue to retain power, he had to continue to operate this city. We do not need to invest a penny, a kilogram of food, and a liter of water to get enough benefits. A year is long enough to happen many unexpected things. There are no mineral resources near the "Black Iron Furnace". Once the energy and raw materials are exhausted, even if we don't speak, Luo Jingpeng will take the initiative to come to Yinyue City to ask for support. At that time, we can easily get what we can't get now."

After being silent for a long time, Yang Hua, who looked gloomy, slowly said, "...you are really scary. Fortunately, I am on your side."

Lin Xiang suddenly smiled and reached out to pat his broad shoulders: "Do you know, I'm very worried about Luo Jingpeng."

"Worried?" Yang Hua was a little surprised.

"As a city lord with a population of more than 8,000, his strength is too weak. The level five evolution ability is indeed very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, but among the senior mercenaries of Sosbia and Ferdinand, he is only equivalent to a combat captain. Perhaps... we should help him at the right time."

...

The simple fence erected on the outskirts of Camp Lecher has been pushed down, the broken wood is soaked in dirty gray-yellow mud, and the wet and muddy ground is covered with various shapes of shoe patterns, as well as footprints left by trampling on the bare soles.

This place is more chaotic than when Wang Mansion left. In order to avoid the rain, refugees moved their tents to higher terrain. Crowded people and messy debris piled up with each other. In order to fight for a clean camp, armed fights and even murders happened almost every day. The crowds, chaos and noisy, and panic caused by food outages filled the entire camp.

The Lecher refugees have lost their basic order. This may not be the original intention of the camp leader, but compared with the group size that exceeded 2,000 a few weeks ago, the number of refugees is declining sharply. You can see jerky hanging from the top of wooden poles, cut into pieces, and the entire cut arms and thighs shaking back and forth by the cold wind. In the firewood pile next to the camp, there are some chewed white bones. Just as Lin Xiang and Wang Daxia walked into the camp, they even saw a ragged young woman sitting next to the fire, sawing a fresh human skull with a rusty saw blade.

There is nothing in this world. Cut off the skull of the deceased just like it can be used as a bowl for rice.

The dead who were shot by the silver motorcycle party could no longer meet the requirements of the hungry crowd. They began to target their food and target their companions. The weak elderly were the first targets they were hunting, and the next ones would be children, women, and... until they had no food to eat, they would start a new round of killing among the strong men.

Fortunately, the chaos had just begun, and the silver motorcycle party had already left.

Borg stood at the door of the spacious tent, with a gentle smile on his shriveled and wrinkled face, looking at the group of strangers who were gradually approaching from the dirt road in the distance.

He did not think that the crisis of the Lecher tribe had passed. Although he did not know what was going on in the outside world, the power that could force the Silver Locomotive Party to leave was definitely much stronger than those guys riding motorcycles. But no matter what, Borg still stubbornly held his own thoughts-never hand over the control of the tribe.
Chapter completed!