Luke, the leader of the logistics team, stood on the widest abandoned stone slab of the camp, as usual, and at this time of day, he always repeated the same words over and over again.

"All lined up, how many times have I told you, the leader said that only after lining up can you have dinner."

"I still don't want to eat it!"

"Isn't this enough, you see, you are as the leader said, unorganized and undisciplined."

In front of him was a steaming cauldron, which looked more like a tin jar that had been forcibly screwed together by brute force.

Several female scavengers, holding spoons, kept stirring in such a pot, and the green vegetable stalks and bones under the water vapor were spreading.

And he was spitting and directing the crooked, shouting camp scavengers, trying his best to make the group of people line up, and when he saw that the team was lined up, he shouted.

"Now it's time to eat."

The faint wild vegetable soup mixed with the bones that had been crushed into small pieces, this kind of food that Shen Sen saw called dark cuisine, was divided into everyone's messy tableware.

"Gooo......"

In the cold clearing, the people who received their own food continued to make the sound of drinking soup one after another, and it seemed that the cold air was also dispelled by the scene of hundreds of people eating together.

But Luke knew it was just fantasy.

Such a small thing, as the leader once said, does not produce enough heat to withstand the cold winter every day.

But so what, at least I can still eat a mouthful of hot soup now.

According to the current weather changes, I am afraid that winter will come as scheduled soon.

At that time in previous years, in the face of the frozen earth, not to mention a bone, they couldn't even eat a single wild vegetable.

As the lucky Luke who had lived in the wasteland for more than twenty years, he could remember what would happen next with his eyes closed.

Soon after the winter period, a group of people died, and a group of people were lucky to survive, for a year, two years, and so on.

This is normal, people have always died in the last few decades, and the whole wasteland has never been like this before.

But now, according to the camp's reserves, the situation will be a little better this year, at least in Camp 1123, although there will be deaths, but the number of people is estimated to be few compared to the past.

Thinking of this, Luke's heart heated, and a heartfelt reverence welled up.

He thought of the chief, in his heart, the only merciful and majestic ruler of this wilderness.

Since the leader took the camp from his brutal predecessor, these slaves, who had been struggling to survive all day long, were finally redeemed and liberated.

Yes, liberation!

Luke hadn't heard of it before, but when the leader said it to them who had just rescued them, it felt strange to him.

This word seems to be rooted in the blood and bone marrow, and the moment he hears him, his whole person seems to have broken free from the invisible shackles.

Since that day, he, a chaotic and stolen stolen person, has a goal.

The word target was also what he heard from the leader, but it didn't matter.

The important thing is that he, Luke, the logistics captain of No. 1123, wants to be Shen Sen's most loyal subordinate, and no one can be more loyal than him.

However, Luke was a little melancholy now, and he couldn't help but be a little worried that the leader hadn't heard from him since he had taken all the weapons and ammunition yesterday.

After the food was distributed and the crowd dispersed again, Luke ordered everything to be packed up and ready to return to the storeroom again.

At this time of the day, when he counted the food in the camp, he had to make sure that the food that the leader had worked so hard to collect was not lost in the slightest.

Walking not far from the storeroom, he picked out the corner of his eye, because he saw an unexpected visitor.

"Stone, why are you here?"

"What about the storeroom guards, what are you doing here in the storeroom?"

Luke sped up and ran to the storeroom as fast as he could, asking in an unkind tone.

The stone in Luke's mouth was standing in the middle of the door of the storehouse at this moment, with guns in both hands, blazing eyes, and his body motionless to guard the surroundings.

After hearing Luke's voice, he showed a relieved expression.

"Captain Luke, it was the leader who ordered me to stand here, and the guards in the treasury have all been called into the treasury by the chief."

"The chief told me to stand here and wait for you, so that when you are done, you will immediately go into the storehouse and explain to you something important."

"What the leader explained, you didn't say it earlier!"

Luke panicked and tidied up the clothes that he had worn for more than ten years, and there were patches everywhere.

With respectful eyes, he hurriedly opened the door of the warehouse.

The first thing that catches your eye is the bag!

Bags, large and small piles of bags.

More than a dozen camp guards and warehouse guards who had not been seen for a long time were interspersed, sweating profusely and stacking bags all over the floor.

And the man he admired the most in this camp stood quietly on the edge of a huge and deep black hole with his hands behind his back, like a thick and deep mountain.

In the middle of the warehouse, in the mysterious and dark hole, large and small bags will be delivered from there every second.

From time to time, guards familiar to him would burst out of the air, carefully carrying a pile of things he didn't know what to do with them to a corner of the storeroom.

Luke subconsciously walked through the door, looking at everything in front of him a little dazed.

What's going on?

How is there so much more in the storeroom?

Anyway, is there a hole in the middle of the storeroom?

What is he going to do now?

However, a familiar and friendly voice came, breaking his confusion.

"You're here, Luke!"

"Well, I have something to explain!"

"Yes, Chief......"

"I heard the stone say that the leader has something important to look for me, I ......"

Luke looked at Shen Sen, his eyes flashing with confusion.

He hadn't seen him for two days, but now he felt strange.

But after the strangeness, it is a reverence from the heart, and the leader has a majestic and mysterious powerful charm that makes people involuntarily want to get closer.

But Luke didn't dare to get too close, he felt that the leader was like a burning flame at the moment, and even the air around him was scorching and igniting.

Every time he got closer, he felt an invisible pressure, which made his hairs stand on end and give him goosebumps.

Luke's senses are very keen, this is from the spiritual power field emanating from Shen Sen's body, just like mass causes gravity, the stronger he is, the more obvious the impact on the surrounding things.

Ordinary people would see Shen Sen like a rabbit seeing a tiger, they were afraid from the bottom of their hearts and felt the oppression from the level of the body's biomagnetic field, but Shen Sen's psionic talent would attract them closer.

It's like a moth to a fire, and there is no regret about nine deaths.

Regardless, Luke felt to himself that he was one step closer to loyalty.