By "going back," Fallon doesn't mean going back to the 9th arrondissement. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info it is nearly half a day's journey from the ninth district, which is the result of their car, and if they walk, I am afraid that it will consume more time. And this time, the Blackstone Group didn't come here like those hunters or mercenaries, running to the ruins to pick up rags. So they also made a lot of preparations. While Faren and others were "cleaning" the neighborhood, the Blackstone Group had found a relatively spacious inn on the outskirts of the city's ruins and converted it into a temporary base. This will be a stronghold for the Blackstone group to occupy the ruins, and they will provide a variety of services and transactions to others.

When Faeron took Delin to the stronghold, he saw that the soldiers of the Blackstone Group had already begun to strengthen and repair the inn. Even if these houses were not destroyed in the cataclysm, they would have rotted after so many years of wind and rain, and if they were not reinforced, the ceiling would suddenly collapse while others were happy, and a few would fall to death and then crush a few to death......... This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wasteland.

"'Doctor', you're back!"

Looking at Fei Lun and De Lin, who were quietly following behind him, the veteran who was standing guard outside was startled at first, and then he quickly reached out and pressed down the muzzle of the gun that the rookie was originally holding next to him, and then nodded respectfully to the two.

"Well, I'm back, and it looks like you're doing a pretty good job."

As he spoke, Faeron raised his head and looked at the station in front of him with a smile, which was now centered on the inn and had been completely occupied by the Blackstone Group. Workers are busy hauling cement and stones, and are trying to build fortifications around the perimeter to cope with threats and attacks that may come at any time. Although the outer areas are cleaned up by the "Big Seven" and the organizations they employ, they also need to rely on their own strength to deal with these troubles in case they slip through the net.

"It's our duty, 'doctor.'"

Hearing Feren's words, the veteran also smiled a little, and then he looked at Faren cautiously, and then asked.

"Excuse me..............."

"Oh, by the way, Area C has been cleaned, you can go and take over, remember to clean up."

"Okay, I'll notify Command right away."

Hearing Feren's words, the old soldier's face was also grim, and then he quickly turned his head, stretched out his hand to his ear, and whispered something. Only then did he turn around and bow respectfully to Faerun.

"Command will immediately send someone to occupy Sector C, thank you for your assistance, 'Doctor.'"

As he spoke, the veteran moved out of the way. Feron nodded, and walked into the stronghold. Delin, who was following him, nodded kindly to the two soldiers who were in charge of standing guard, and then left with him. It wasn't until both of them disappeared into the crowd that the veteran let out a long breath, and then he glared viciously at the rookie next to him.

"Alright, you idiot, don't act so nervous, it's a shame! How many times have I told you, don't mess with the 'Big Seven', especially the doctors! If you want to die, find a place to feed the zombies yourself, and don't take me with you! Damn, so I hate to take you rookies to the battlefield, the rough ones don't even know the situation, and they don't know how to die! ”

"But, but ........."

In the face of the veteran's angry shouting, the rookie next to him almost cried.

"The butcher ............... just now"

"A 'butcher' is a 'butcher!' The 'Doctor' is the 'Doctor'! You don't understand when you see people talking about people, and you don't understand talking nonsense when you see ghosts? I'm sure if you hold that in your hand for another half minute, I'm ****** going to be given an anatomy lesson here! Damn, don't remind me of that! Damn, I don't have an appetite for dinner again!! ”

As he spoke, the veteran seemed to have thought of something, his face turned pale, he gasped for breath several times, and then he eased up, and then, he looked at the rookie who was trembling beside him with bad intentions, crying and almost peeing his pants with a frightened face.

"By the way, the command will send someone to Area C in a while, and you will go with you!"

"Ah——————?h

Pheren had no idea what was happening at the outpost. By the time the hapless rookie was pulled into the buggy by the sinister GIs and screaming in the direction of Area C, he had already led Delin into the inn that had been converted into a headquarters. The seismic structure here is fairly good, so it survived the "cataclysm". Although the exterior looks a little shabby, the main structure is still in good condition. Therefore, after the Blackstone Group came to the ruins, they quickly occupied the place and modified it. And by the time Faeron walked into the inn with Delin, it had at least recovered most of its pre-disaster functions.

I heard that Blackstone started out in the catering, hotel and service industry before the disaster, and now it seems that there is some truth to this.

"Yo, 'Doctor', I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

And just as Faeron and Delin walked into the inn, a rough voice came from the side, hearing this voice, Faeron turned his head unchanged, squinted his eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound with a smile. I saw that in the corridor not far in front of him, a middle-aged man with an upper body almost ****, wearing only a leather jacket, and a strong bear was swaggering towards him.

"I guessed wrong, I originally thought that the 'poisonous scorpion' would come back the second, but I really didn't expect it to be you, but if you think about it, it doesn't seem so surprising."

"Hello, 'Butcher'."

Looking at the man in front of him, Feren smiled and nodded at him. The man in front of him is the "butcher", one of the seven giants of the ninth district, this person has a hot personality, but he is very righteous, and the only bad thing is that he likes to drink. However, this is also the nature of Russians, and Pheren has not expected to be able to change the national genes of drinking vodka as drinking tap water. Of course, the Big Seven rarely get along alone on weekdays, except for Fei Lun, who is single, everyone else has their own organizations and forces. The Butcher, for example, has the largest mobile armoured force in the eastern wilderness, and he even has three helicopter gunships, fifteen Soviet-made tanks, and dozens of armored vehicles. With such strength, the "butcher" could have found a mountain to establish himself as the king a long time ago. However, he still chose to gather in the ninth district, according to his words, "Lao Tzu's subordinates are a bunch of rough men, and I am afraid that Lao Tzu will not even be able to find a clean bed in the future."

Maybe that's how Blackstone bought it?

"How? Would you like to have a drink? ”

As he spoke, the "butcher" shook the bottle in his hand at Faeron. Ferron, on the other hand, smiled and stared at the bottle of vodka calmly, then shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink much, drinking alcohol will make my hand unsteady and not suitable for surgery."

"Uh........."

Hearing this, even the face of the "butcher" with a heartless smile twitched slightly.

"Huh......... He is worthy of being a 'doctor', and he is really dedicated......... Then don't say much, have a drink with me, it should be no problem, you choose. ”

"A glass of red wine, then."

"Hey......... What do the girls drink............ You're not a though........."

Hearing Faeron's answer, the "butcher" was obviously a little dejected, he shook his head helplessly, and then sat down on the chair. Soon, a waiter stepped forward, prepared a glass of red wine for Feron, and respectfully placed it in front of him. And it was only at this time that Pheren tidied up his clothes and sat opposite the "butcher". Then he carefully looked at the "butcher" in front of him, and then asked with a smile.

"It seems that you received a lot of goods today?"

"It's okay, a bunch of mutants, they're just idiots who don't know how to use their brains."

Hearing Feren's inquiry, the "butcher" waved his hand proudly, and then he looked curiously at Delin, who was standing behind Feren obediently, and pursed his lips.

"It's really rare to see your chick show up, what tricky things have you encountered?"

"Not really."

In the face of the "butcher's" inquiry, Fei Lun seemed very calm, he picked up the wine glass and shook it, then took a sip, feeling the bitterness and sweetness of the red wine coming from his mouth, and then slowly spoke.

"It's just that I met a bunch of energy-suckers."

"Energy Sucking Monster ............"

Hearing this, even the "butcher" couldn't help but be moved, his expression changed slightly, and he stared at Fei Lun and asked.

"Very high level?"

"Not really, it's just that there are first-order elites in it."

"Hiss ..............."

Even the "butcher" couldn't help but gasp at this moment. He was only a fifth-order authority himself, but as an experienced warrior, the "butcher" certainly knew that the fifth-order elites in the ruins were completely different from the monsters they killed on weekdays. Therefore, the "butcher" widened his eyes, glanced Faren up and down, and then shook his head helplessly.

"You kid is really a monster ******, if I didn't know that you never lie, I would have thought you were talking nonsense to me."

While speaking, the "butcher" himself was extremely surprised. He knew very well that even if he took his subordinates to deal with an elite energy sucker with fifth-order authority, it would be impossible for him to come back unscathed, and in the most optimistic scenario expected by the "butcher", he would also lose a third of his manpower, as for whether he himself would be able to come back unharmed......... It depends on luck.

"Forget it, anyway, your kid has always been this mysterious look, and I don't bother to care."

glanced at Delin, who was standing quietly behind Feron and didn't say a word. The "butcher" raised the vodka bottle in his hand and put it in his mouth, took a big sip of "coo", and then took a "ha" breath, and put the bottle with only half a bottle of wine on the table with a "bang", and then, I saw the polar bear come to Faerun's face, lowered his voice, and looked at him.

"Actually, I'm here to deliver a message to you."