It was a nuclear crater, or rather a circular lake.

The surface of the lake glows pale blue at night, like a sea of fireflies, beautiful and ominous.

The water is clear, but it is as sticky as a gelatinous substance, and the occasional breeze blows without a ripple.

In the middle of the lake, there is a small hill.

It was a hill of dark red flesh. The blood vessels that dot its surface wriggle frequently, sending nutrients throughout the body. The huge body rests on the dense tentacles of the chassis like jellyfish tentacles, like a giant tree rooted in the lake.

A giant tree made of flesh and blood.

At its top is a cilia as thick as a small arm and about ten meters long. At the top of the cilia, there is a glowing bubble of flesh. It's like an antenna, hanging a bright light. The faint fluorescent flicker, as if listening to something, as if calling for something.

No one has been here for twenty years, no one has been able to come here, this is a forbidden area for life.

However, there are still a few xenos who are able to get close to this area.

Deathclaw, for example, is one of them.

Perhaps guided by the faint light, a dead claw slowly approached the crater.

It wagged its barbed tail in a daze, its claws clamping at a dying survivor.

The survivor had an ugly face, festering skin with misshapen folds, and the intense radiation had cancerously changed every inch of his body. The swollen mouth moved slowly, muttering inaudible words. With the shaking of his facial muscles, large flakes of skin peeled off his face.

His countenance was miserable, but its countenance was solemn.

It's as if some kind of mysterious ritual is being performed. Deathclaws lifted him high.

With the frightened wails of its prey, it reverently threw him into the lake.

Sticky ripples swing open. It soon engulfed the man's figure.

As usual, this deathclaw after the tribute. Then he turned and departed.

But just then, a mutation happened!

The viscous water suddenly rolled up, and large bubbles gushed from the bottom of the lake, like boiling water. And the survivor who sank to the bottom of the lake is the last piece of wood that ignites the water of this lake!

Deathclaw turned its head sharply, its eyes the size of brass bells narrowing into slits, moving in amazement between the rising light and the restless flesh.

At the same time, in a villa dozens of kilometers away, Lin Ling, who was asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

The breathing is still even. It seems to be still asleep.

However, the two scarlet reds in the pupils were so conspicuous in the dark

It was already mid-June, and Jiang Chen planned to return to the present world in the near future. Everything has been arranged on this side of the wasteland, and the last recruits have left for the front line yesterday, and it doesn't matter if he is sitting in the office at the base at the moment. Chores and chores will be arranged for him by Sun Jiao, who is the marshal's wife, and Lin Ling will also inform him through the four-dimensional transmitter in case of major events.

But today he still had to go to the office, and an envoy from Hangzhou wanted to meet him.

"Ha-" yawning, Lin Ling rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the room.

"Stayed up late?" Jiang Chen, who was standing in the living room and was about to go out, asked with a smile.

"Nope. I just don't know why I'm so sleepy, and I'm a little hungry. Lin Ling rubbed her flat lower abdomen and walked towards the kitchen in a daze.

I don't know what's going on, Lin Ling has been this listless all these days. Jiang Chen initially thought she was sick. However, Lin Ling told him responsibly that cyborgs would not get sick.

Jiang Chen glanced at her back suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Push the door open and walk outside.

Today's skies are exceptionally clear, perhaps due to the monsoon winds blowing from the Pacific Ocean. Blowing away the radioactive fallout that hung like a dark cloud over the wasteland. When he arrived at the office, he saw a man in a suit waiting at his desk.

After meeting Jiang Chen. His eyes lit up, and he stretched out his right hand and greeted him with a smile.

Jiang Chen also reached out and shook his hand with him in a friendly manner.

Kong Qian, president of the Hangzhou Merchants' Federation. The man shook Jiang Chen's hand vigorously and introduced himself in a friendly manner.

Judging by the calluses on his hands, this guy doesn't look like a businessman at all.

Although he had never been to Hangzhou, Jiang Chen had heard the name of this federation.

Many of the merchants in the sixth district are from Hangzhou, and their gadgets such as electronics, tobacco and adhesives are sold well. Most of the businessmen from Hangzhou belong to the guild-like organization of the Hangzhou Merchants Federation. The ability to integrate so many businessmen is enough to show that the strength of this organization should not be underestimated.

However, there is still a Jia City between Hangzhou City and Wanghai City, and the distance of one hundred and fifty kilometers is already very far away in the wasteland.

"Jiang Chen, NAC Marshal. Why don't we sit down and talk about it later?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Haha, Mr. Marshal is polite"

After some pleasantries, the two took their seats on the sofa.

Jiang Chen simply motioned for Han Junhua to avoid it first, and then rested his fingers on his knees and asked straight to the point.

"It's so chaotic out there now, I wonder why the president came here to visit me personally. ”

Jiang Chen hadn't forgotten that Jiashi was still in the hands of mutants at the moment.

"Bring friendliness, bring subcrystals. There is also a private purpose, I want to meet the legendary king of Wanghai City. Kong Qian said with a smile.

The king of Wanghai City, this fart is really loud, but I like it.

"Haha, is that what the people in Hangzhou City call me?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Of course, the merchants who have returned from the Sixth Quarter of Hangzhou are full of praise for your bearing. As a dictator, you recognize the importance of being a businessman and strictly follow the rules of the game you set. To be honest, after hearing that the Committee of Ten was replaced by a dictator, we were pessimistic that we would completely lose one of the brightest markets, but it turned out that we were wrong. Kong Qian spread his hands and quipped.

Seeing that Kong Qian was reluctant to open his mouth to get to the point, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"It is an honor to be so praised by your businessmen, who have always been our friendliest friends. But I think it's better for us to get down to business as soon as possible before we tout each other. ”

Kong Qian smiled.

"Actually, I had a good proposal before coming here. ”

"And now?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I changed my mind. ”

"Can I hear what that idea has been scrapped is?" Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa and looked at the scheming face.

Kong Qian grinned at the corners of his mouth, and he didn't hide it.

"My proposal is for both sides to jointly send troops to pull out this nail that stands in our way. ”

"And now?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"But now I find that you don't seem to need us to pull out the nail yourself. Kong Qian also laughed.

As he said this, Jiang Chen read a trace of hidden jealousy from his pupils. (To be continued.) )