Charlison. It took Manson a while to come to an agreement with Vittoria, and they were now somewhat collaborators, after he helped the barbarian find a warehouse for the settlers to store their personal belongings.

Both Charleson and Vittoria now know that those immigrants from the Third World will probably never have the chance to retrieve these personal belongings in their lifetimes, because the immigrant fleet has no destination at all.

The ship's existing supply of supplies was not sufficient for the large number of 'vegetative people' in a static state, let alone to wake them up and fill their bellies with real food.

The warehouse became a private warehouse for two people, where Vittoria found a large number of rare drinks that had been brought on board by the immigrants as souvenirs, while Charleson tried to find a useful weapon in the garbage.

Nearly half of this personal luggage belonged to the Ganges, and Charleson certainly knew that some of these Ganges were serious rebel members who would definitely find a way to smuggle in a few weapons.

Hard work pays off, Charleson. It took Manson three days, luggage by luggage, and finally found nineteen different parts in twelve different luggage, and assembled a pistol with ceramic and plastic as the main body, judging from the remaining parts on hand, these Ganges people brought in at least one submachine gun, but in the face of tens of thousands of luggage, he really couldn't get other parts.

Accompanying the pistol is a gun magazine disguised as a personal terminal charging pack, which is an electromagnetic weapon that, as long as the energy is sufficient, it can theoretically shoot anything that can be stuffed into the barrel as a bullet.

The attention of the Ganges saved Charleson a lot of trouble, at least the tools he had at hand could process bullets that were up to standard.

Charlison. Manson knew that those New Huaxia people were hiding a lot from him, such as where did that pale green nutrient solution come from? For example, what is the state of the fleet now? The busy state of those New Chinese people every day can't hide from Charlison's eyes, and there must be something wrong with the colonial ship itself.

He thought about secretly returning to the game world when Yang Yuefan entered the game world, but Vittoria refused to cooperate with him, and without Vittoria's cooperation, he couldn't even enter the cabin with a life support cabin.

Yang Yuefan did not open the relevant permissions to Charlison, and his authority was limited to the second-class cabins, that is, those unimportant cabins, such as canteens, non-important material storage warehouses, etc.

"According to my calculations, Yang Yuefan can generate an unknown energy shield equivalent to level 5 protective equipment." Vittoria and Charleson sat in the cafeteria: "I have already checked the weapon bay, all the equipment that can penetrate Yang Yuefan's shield can also penetrate the shell of the immigrant ship, and we are likely to face the situation of the cabin being closed and running out of oxygen in the battle." ”

"Do you think he has a sixth sense-like ability?" Charleson asked rhetorically, "That kind of large weapon, without an exoskeleton, even you can't use it flexibly." ”

"It's better not to have him, because I really know a fighter with this ability in the game, if Yang Yuefan is half as difficult as him, we can simply surrender." Vitoria took out a Ganges-style delicate wine jug, took a sip and frowned: "I will never be able to adapt to the wine of the Ganges, hell they don't have a wine culture at all!" ”

Charlison glanced at Vitoria and sighed, he felt that he would never be able to see through this woman, he couldn't tell whether the other party had the confidence to kill Yang Yuefan in the most extreme situation, or whether he had the idea of having fun in time to live one day at a time.

"Drink less, or the medical warehouse won't save you." Charleson picked up his plate and walked over to the vending machine, swiped his fingerprints, and chose the nutrition menu, but to his surprise, the vending machine left some kind of green paste that looked like ice cream.

The slender strips of 'ice cream' were piled up in a disgusting shape on Charlison's plate, and they still emitted a stench, and Charleson frowned: "What is this?" ”

When Vittoria saw Charleson walking back with a plate of green poop, she immediately protected her plate, which was just a pitiful plate of synthetic meat sandwiches, but they were like those made by a three-Michelin-starred chef compared to the stuff on Charleson's plate.

Charlison frowned and stared at the contents of the plate, and couldn't stop talking: "The food vending machine told me that all personnel below the third level only provide a limited amount of food every day, and the rest are all replaced by this synthetic meal replacement. ”

"It's pathetic." Vittoria shook her head, eating up her sandwich at a whirlwind, "I happen to be a second-level personnel, and don't expect you to share anything from my plate." ”

Charlison looked at Vittoria's thigh-thick arm, gave up his immature thoughts, stirred up the green synthetic meal replacement with a spoon, and took a bite with his eyes closed, the thing unexpectedly tasted far better than it looked.

"The ship's supplies are already so tight?" Charleson tried again to get the words of the samurai: "Even the food supplies of our people are going to be deducted?" ”

Vitoria watched Charleson eat all the disgusting things on the plate in two bites, and said with some unbearability: "Yang Yuefan told me before, we have entered some kind of black barrier area, there is no communication signal, no solar wind, no gravitational waves, all auxiliary energy sources are in standby, and we can only replace natural food with the most cost-effective synthetic food." ”

"This thing should be similar to the composition of that new nutrient solution, I can understand that the reserve of nutrient solution is not enough, but is the food reserve really so tight? I suspect that those New Huaxia Science Officers are deliberately targeting me. Charleson scrutinized the last spoonful of food, as if trying to discover some secret inside: "They're going to see if eating this thing for a long time will make me turn green and sparkle in the future." ”

"He's pretty smart." In one of the monitoring rooms, several people dressed in the uniforms of science officers commented: "Remember to collect his excrement every day, and we have to analyze what components are involved in energy transfer after metabolism." ”

"Actually, I'm more curious if he'll turn green." A science officer raised an eyebrow as he recorded the video footage on his personal terminal, "But I'm sure he won't shine, I'm sure there's nothing in it that glows." ”