If people lose their humanity, they will also lose their bottom line. And people who have no bottom line are existences that even beasts have to fear.

Fierce beasts are fierce, but they only hunt for survival, and there are even cute times in their daily lives. But people who have no bottom line are really able to do everything.

"The world is not as simple as it seems. Looking at the locals who were all glaring at Little Jack with resentful eyes, Chen Mo raised his awareness of this world in his heart.

The convoy drove on a dilapidated road that could no longer be seen until the sun set. In a large clearing, Henderson, the head of the operation, gathered everyone together to announce the goal of the operation.

"All those who don't want to participate in this mission should leave now!" Henderson stood on the roof of the car and yelled at the large group of people below, "Those who remain must obey orders completely, and those who do not obey must not blame me for being merciless!"

Naturally, those who dare to come here will not choose to give up at this time, and it is a matter of course for all actions to be commanded. Going on a mission on the ground was originally a matter of pinning your head to the waistband of your pants, and they still understood that.

"This mission is a convoy of transport in District 11. Seeing that no one chose to leave, Henderson finally stated the goal of the operation: "This is a convoy of fuel transport. District 11 made contact with the settlements in the south, and they bought large quantities of oil from the settlements in the south. That's what we're aiming for this time!"

Henderson's words shocked everyone present. Nuclear war has almost destroyed the entire civilized world, but the world is so big that there are still a lot of material remnants. And the most important of these materials is fuel. In a sense, it is even more valuable than arms.

There are small factories in the settlements, and reloaded ammunition can even produce some weapons and vehicles.

There are a lot of raw materials, after all, the production of various raw materials in the modern world is not difficult, and the shelf life is very long. But the power to start the machine is troublesome. After all, fuel can't be stored for decades.

And even if the hydroelectric power station, thermal power station, nuclear power plant or something is not destroyed by nuclear war, it will be finished long ago after so many years. The only thing they can use is their own generators.

Without fuel-powered generators to power the plant, no production equipment can be used. So, fuel is the most important thing in this world.

The United States itself is one of the world's top three oil producers and reserves. It has a large number of oil production and refining equipment. Survivors in the oil-producing areas have repaired a number of production equipment and wells so that they can supply fuel to other locations.

Roland, the boss of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, has received information from his chairman's father, that a convoy of fuel from the South in District 11 will return. Only then was it decided to send someone to intercept the convoy halfway and make a lot of money.

"It's a fuel convoy?!" Old Jack had a fanatical expression, as if he had picked up a cigarette butt on the ground.

The survivors of these settlements had enough of living in poverty, even though they knew that such a thing would be dangerous, after all, such an important convoy must have a very strong defense, but they were still fanatical.

Because these people know very well that as long as they can succeed in the robbery, they will definitely get a large amount of appearance fees, which is enough for them to live a good life for a while. It's not like now, hungry all day long with rat meat!

That night, the entire robbery team spent the night in the ruins of what was supposed to be a small town. And this is also a predetermined ambush site. The ruined ruins around it gave the mercenary group plenty of room to hide.

At night, most people find a ruin that can barely shelter themselves and sleep in the rain. At most, the Talon mercenary group can sleep with rags in the car. As for nuclear radiation or something, who can take care of these at this time.

And Chen Mo found an abandoned hut, took out a closed tent, and lay in it leisurely listening to music. This kind of leisure enjoyment made Fang Shun, who did not have enough capital to buy various materials, blushing.

It's a pity that Fang Shun, who didn't have enough survival points, could only hide in a ruin and do his best to curse Chen Mo. In my heart, I stole all Chen Mo's things and watched him die tragically in the mission world.

The next morning, when Chen Mo woke up, he found that a strong wind was blowing outside. The strong wind blew a large amount of dust and swept the whole heaven and earth, and the sky and the earth were completely gray.

Such climatic conditions are much more favorable for ambushes. In this environment, concealment can be greatly enhanced, and the reconnaissance and early warning capabilities of ambush targets can also be compressed.

The news soon came that the target convoy had appeared in the distance, and would be in the town by noon at most. And Henderson also issued an order, and everyone waited for the order to attack. He also emphatically emphasized that it is absolutely not permissible to attack tankers!

It is no exaggeration to say that the fuel in the tanker truck is far more valuable than the survivors who can pull out a large group of survivors at will.

Chen Mo found a building ruin in the town that he couldn't see what it was before, and took Old Jack and others to set up a firepower point here.

Because he had to fight, Chen Mo did not wear bulky protective clothing, but wore windproof sunglasses and a mask. Chen Mo's physical fitness at this time was far beyond ordinary people, and his resistance ability had also increased significantly. The current level of nuclear radiation has negligible effect on him.

Chen Mo glanced at Fang Shun not far away, but he didn't expect that he was also holding a brand-new M4 assault rifle. Fang Shun said that he had strengthened his physical strength, it was absolutely nonsense, at his age, if he wanted to play this weapon well, he must have enough strength to control the firearm. Not to mention the need to upgrade the basic ranged combat ability.

Chen Mo, who had already understood that this kid was unreliable, began to think about how to use this little guy.

In the morning no one had eaten, because the people of this world had become accustomed to hunger because of the lack of supplies. With the exception of the big people on the committee, who have the resources at their disposal, the vast majority of people have long forgotten about the three meals a day.

And Chen Mo took out compressed biscuits, canned beef, and even a cup of steaming milk!

When Chen Mo bought supplies from the survival world, he bought a lot of seemingly unimportant things, such as a portable microwave oven being one of them.

The reason why I want to buy this kind of thing is because the price is cheap, and these living materials in the living world are outrageously cheap. The second is because Chen Mo has a space watch, and he has enough space to load these things.

If he still entered the mission world with a backpack like before, it would be impossible for him to carry such a thing when he was killed.

The aroma of milk and canned beef simply drove Old Jack and them into madness. One by one, they took off their gas masks and sniffed the air like powder, frantically smelling something they had never smelled before.

What is not worth mentioning for people in the modern world is more delicious than ever in a world that has lost everything.

Fang Shun didn't dare to put on the fork anymore, and shrunk alone in the corner silently nibbling on the compressed biscuits. Fang Shun watched with envy and jealousy as Chen Mo enjoyed the food. He didn't have a survival point to buy such a thing as a space backpack, so he could only carry a huge travel package to the mission world with important supplies. For example, food or something must be able to meet the demand.

"Big brother, you're so amazing. There are so many good things. After Fang Shun ate the compressed biscuit, his eyes rolled wildly, and bad water immediately appeared: "Where did these good things come from?"

This is a very bad thing, in addition to being able to ask Chen Mo what equipment he has, it can also make these natives suspect Chen Mo. Fang Shun also pretended to be pitiful and wanted to fool Chen Mo, but he didn't know that his acting skills and IQ were not online at all.

Chen Mo glanced at him coldly, and then suddenly turned the remaining canned beef towards him, "Whoever grabs it is whoever." ”

Fang Shun was stunned to receive half a box of canned beef thrown by Chen Mo, and just as he was about to say thank you, Big Brother, he was directly thrown to the ground by several pairs of thick palms!

Even if Fang Shun strengthened his physical fitness, it was impossible for him to grab things with Old Jack and the others anyway. After being ravaged and beaten, Fang Shun finally came to his senses and threw away the canned beef that he had instinctively grabbed before, and only then did he get out of the rough punches and kicks.

"This bastard!" Fang Shun, who was angry, realized that this was Chen Mo manipulating him, but the huge gap in strength made him dare not really do anything to Chen Mo. He could only hide in the corner and look at Chen Mo with a cruel gaze, thinking in his heart how to take revenge on him!

At noon, the violent wind and sand weakened slightly. The scouts who had gone out to scout brought back news that the convoy in District 9 was getting closer to the town. However, the scouts also bring bad news.

"What?tanks?" Little Jack was blindsided when the news of the two tanks in the convoy came. He didn't understand what a tank was.

"That's the weapon of death!" Compared to little Jack, who had never seen a tank, he had met it before. Old Jack, who looked frightened, looked at the dust in the distance in horror, "That's a real monster, an invulnerable monster!"

News of the presence of tanks in the convoy of District 9 soon spread throughout the mercenary group. Those who don't know are blindfolded, but those who have seen the power of tanks are limp and want to escape.

It's not about being brave or not, it's about the fact that the weapons in their hands simply can't fight the tanks!

Facing the commotion in the mercenary group, Henderson also sweated on his forehead. He didn't expect that District 9 would actually send such a big killing weapon to protect the convoy. It seems that the size of the convoy is much larger than the request.

Feeling the restlessness around him, Chen Mo raised his hand and rubbed his chin in contemplation for a moment, then got up and ran to find Henderson.

"What?Can you deal with tanks?!" Henderson, who was already about to consider abandoning this mission, was full of disbelief when he heard Chen Mo say that he could solve the tank threat. It's a tank, a steel monster that you can't deal with without heavy weapons!

"Hmm. Chen Mo nodded, "I can get rid of the tank." ”

"What do you want?" As the de facto leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, Henderson's mind was not as rough as his appearance. He knew very well that the only way to deal with tanks was to be real units with heavy weapons under the Commission. No matter how Chen Mo's words sounded, it sounded like bragging. However, he didn't refuse directly, but wanted to hear what Chen Mo wanted to do.

"Nuka-cap. Chen Mo said his purpose: "Just give me the nuclear bottle cap, and I will help you kill the tank!"