I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

Shen Bei picked up the bottle of very expensive brandy on the table, poured some on the muzzle of the gun, and then lit a cigarette.

He waited until the pale blue flame burned out before opening the drum magazine and reloading the six bullets in his right palm.

Rock laughed out loud: "You are amazing."

Shen Bei pulled the corner of his mouth: "Save the good work for me next time."

"You want to use guns to prove that you are no weaker than people with special abilities? Shen Bei, wake up, you really have drunk too much."

Shen Bei said: "Who said it well?"

After a little farce.

Luo Ke and Shen Bei left the bar.

Just now.

Outside Shelter No. 36, on the originally pitch-black wasteland.

The extremely dazzling lights turned on.

Shen Bei squinted his eyes and looked over. There were rows of vehicle headlights.

"They're not ours," Rock muttered. "Either they're from another shelter, trading goods. Or they're coveting control of our shelter."

In this world, gasoline has long disappeared.

Because of the nationwide famine, even if some refineries were preserved intact, they could not gather skilled personnel to carry out production.

The price/performance ratio is really too low.

The ferocious beasts are easy to deal with.

The key is that wherever the alien species goes, it is like purgatory, and humans can only survive by relying on Titans.

If you stay in the same place or engage in production work for a long time, death is only a matter of time and there is no chance of luck.

Therefore, the engines of vehicles in this world have been modified and driven by crystal source cores.

Even so, it is not a price that ordinary people can afford.

Often, one kilometer of consumption requires an advanced crystal source core.

Only big people or shelters can be so wasteful.

At this time, Shelter No. 36 also shone searchlights at the convoy.

Not a moment.

The convoy stopped 36 meters outside Shelter No. .

There are about a dozen modified vehicles with cargo boxes lined up in a row.

At the same time, many people wearing uniform black military uniforms jumped down.

Several of them mounted machine guns on the trunk and pointed them at Shelter No. 36.

Looks extremely arrogant.

It seems like they are going to attack and occupy.

Inside the shelter, many people came out to watch.

Many people showed expressions of extreme panic.

Some were even scared and screamed.

You know, in this world, shelters are safe for aliens.

But for humans, there will also be wars of grabbing!

Every Titan is the most scarce resource. Whoever can control it will be the boss of the world!

The number of people who are salivating over it is endless.

Being the leader who controls the Titans is also a high-risk job.

Who knows, he might be killed and someone else might take the throne and rule.

This involves the inevitable purge of the remnants of the previous dynasty.

Often every fight results in a huge bloody conflict.

At this time, General You Wuchang, the controller of Shelter No. 36, was also standing on the fence, watching.

You Wuchang's figure was tall and straight. With the help of the moonlight, one could vaguely see that the person coming was a middle-aged man with a pale face and a sinister look.

He wore combat boots and a scarlet military coat decorated with skeletons. His eyes emitted a faint red light in the dim light as he stared at the people present below as if he was looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"General!"

Rock looked up and saw General You Wuchang clearly in the moonlight. He shouted hurriedly, "It looks like he's coming with bad intentions!"

You Wuchang's uniform rustled in the night wind, and he simply smiled calmly, "With me here, they won't dare fire a single shot."

boom!

The unidentified people below set up a mortar and fired a shot at Shelter No. 36.

Shen Bei: ...

Ah this...

Did you get slapped in the face?

However, the shell did not hit the shelter, but flew over the shelter and exploded on the other side.

Under the moonlight, General You Wuchang stood with his hands behind his back and sneered sarcastically, "Bai Luo from Shelter No. 7, could you please stop making trouble?"