No. 3 Gathering Place, Central Administration Tower.

A slender old man was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the top room of the administration tower, staring at the crowd flowing below, the bright midday sun reflecting the vicissitudes of life on his face.

Landry had been standing still in front of the window for a long time - but he just liked it.

Despite his old and dizzy eyes, Mayor Landry could easily see the ruins at the edge of the market through the large, dirty, floor-to-ceiling windows.

The half-collapsed, deadly buildings used to produce a wide variety of consumer goods and weaponry for the large gathering place — everything from these smoke-smoking factories that work day and night — whether it's luxury perfumes for the rich, white soaps or cockroach cakes for the poor to keep them alive.

The smoke-billowing factories that roared like wild beasts were the lifeblood of Gathering Three, the only thing they had to rely on to survive the endless hordes of corpses and the ravenous swarms of insects—but now there was little left but the monstrous ruins of the ruins—they couldn't make a single gun, a bullet, or even a small lump of mud with teeth.

The poor and outcasts, who lack supplies of shoddy processed food, will soon go berserk in desperate hunger, and their stockpiles of ammunition may last a while, but what can they do to deter the nearly 4,000 madmen on the verge of collapse?

Imagine an unstoppable wave of thousands of hungry and thirsty people with red eyes coming to you – it would be a true catastrophe.

Is there any hope for them?

"Mayor, these are freshly harvested sweet potatoes from a hydroponic facility."

Landry withdrew his wandering gaze and slowly turned around.

The sweet potatoes were served in a large white tray on a beautiful red pine table in the mayor's office.

Landry stretched out his right hand and picked up a large piece of sweet potato, which he weighed carefully—they were all fresh, and there was even some unevaporated hydroponic nutrient solution on them.

"How long have these sweet potatoes grown?"

Landry didn't look up, just casually asked his administrative secretary.

"It's been almost two months, Mayor Mare." Landry's administrative secretary was also an old man—a little older than he was.

"Two months?" Landry raised his head and looked at his old friend Andra standing in front of him, as if trying to find some flaw in his expression—even if the old fellow had never joked with him.

"Yes, mayor, two months." Andra, who had a large white beard, straightened his back and answered his questions meticulously.

"Are you sure?" Landry rarely asks the same question twice in a row like this, because it would make him look like a fool - but he still finds it a little hard to believe the pounds of sweet potatoes in his hand.

"Aren't they supposed to be four months long?" Landry frowned and tossed the pounds of sweet potatoes in his hand, and looked at the red things in the tray that seemed to be about the same size as the one in his hand.

Andra just glanced at Landry, seemingly too lazy to answer his foolish question.

If Landry, a busy man, was willing to take some time to pay attention to the established hydroponic ranks and see these magical treasures, he would never ask such a stupid question.

"His grandmother's got a living ghost." Landry threw the sweet potatoes in his hands back into the tray, and the water-stained dirty hands were just wiped on his clothes casually, "How many hydroponic tanks can be assembled with the parts produced some time ago?" ”

"Four thousand columns, enough for 1,500 people not to starve to death, Mr. Mayor!" Andra answered Landry's question almost with a roar, as if to express the mayor's displeasure at his questioning words.

"Uh......" Landry plucked out his ears, "four thousand columns is enough to feed 1,500 people?" What about the hydroponic nutrient solution,—— is the hydroponic nutrient solution enough? ”

"Enough, sir!" Landry's dear administrative secretary replied loudly, "The hydroponic concentrate that the team brought back last time can be diluted into 17 tons of standard hydroponic solution, which is enough for us to use for several months!" ”

"Oh my God!" Landry, whose hearing was devastated, looked a little pained, "If the noise you make can be used to generate electricity, maybe we won't need to retake the old power generation area, Andra." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Mayor!" Andra's beard was so proud that it was about to rise up.

"Comrade Andla, I'm not complimenting you." Landry leaned back in his leather chair and squinted his eyes comfortably, "Four thousand columns can feed 1,500 people...... The thing from our new neighbor was a treasure indeed. ”

"By the way, has the recipe for the hydroponic solution been cracked?" Landry seemed to remember something.

"Not yet, sir!" Andra's voice was a little quieter, perhaps because the childish act of revenge had hoarsed his own voice.

Landry shrugged, not paying much attention to the hydroponic fluid, but pulled a calculator out of a drawer and pressed it.

A row of hydroponic tanks is only 4 square meters, and the utilization rate of the planting area of large-scale combined hydroponic facilities is much higher, about 40 acres of sweet potatoes can be planted, and a full six crops can be harvested in a year in a large greenhouse with suitable temperature and light, and the yield has increased slightly......

"So that adds up to about ...... a year 380,000 catties of sweet potatoes? I--he-grandma legs! Landry rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken, "Forty acres of land with an annual output of 380,000 catties of sweet potatoes, what is it?" ”

Landry dropped his legs on the table, dropped the calculator, and began to do the math with his eyes closed.

"There are only four months of the year that are suitable for sowing...... Sweet potatoes can only be harvested outdoors, and one acre of land is 1,000 catties...... Forty acres of land is only 40,000 catties...... 380,000 divided by 40,000, uh...... Belch...... Uh......"

"Zero." "Divide 10,000 by 10,000 is equal to ...... points" and "zero." "Doodoo Dot ......"

"Smack!"

Landry tossed the calculator back into the drawer.

"Well, that's surprising enough." Landry pulled a gold coin out of his pocket and tossed it around in his hand, "It's a pity these things are too power-hungry. ”

"Therefore, this offensive operation against the power generation town of Yakali must not fail." Landry narrowed his eyes fiercely, "How is the army prepared?" ”

"Ready to go, my mayor!"

"Good, right." Landry catches the gold coin that has been thrown into the air. "Is there anything unusual on Draco's Lao Tzu's side?"

"There's no unusual behavior on the Deputy Mayor's side." Andra curled her mouth rarely, and seemed to have a problem with the deputy mayor.

"Hmph, the old mongrel still knows to focus on the big picture." Landry looked frenzied, "Someday I'll torture this damn guy and his disgusting, blood-sucking crony friends, I promise I will!" ”

"You said that a few years ago." Andra scoffed silently.

“…… It seems like yes. Suddenly deflated, Landry leaned back in the leather chair and scolded angrily, "Damn, if it weren't for the good guns, all the good guns were secretly taken by this dog-day......"

"Mayor Mare, someone wants to see you, and he calls himself Ludon the Wolf Slayer." A guard knocked on the door, interrupting the old mayor's self-talk.

"Wolf killer? Let him in! Landry pressed his lucky coin to the table—a lifelike percussion beast engraved in the sunlight that glittered in the sunlight—perhaps the well-known legendary creature was a sign of good luck for him today?