Apocalyptic Wasteland: Set Up Survival Traps At The Beginning

The smell of corruption spreads across the land.

The sky was also gray.

The once prosperous and beautiful human metropolis is now in ruins.

The penetrating roar echoed through the streets and alleys.

From time to time there will be bursts of gunfire...

"Let me go, but it's not the base?"

In "World War Z", Fang Chen looked at the tall buildings around him and was speechless.

This is my own world, but the ending point when I came in was random.

"Jarvis marked the current location."

"Mr. Fang Chen, you are currently in New Delhi..."

Fang Chen nodded after listening to Jarvis' report.

New Delhi belongs to the Y Kingdom, and Qin Jue's base is close to the border between the Red Kingdom and the Y Kingdom.

In other words, not very far.

"It's a pity that the steel suit is scrapped, otherwise it would have taken less than ten minutes to arrive..."

Fang Chen was a little emotional.

It’s not that I don’t want to practice, it’s that I simply don’t have time to practice. The "610 Office" came back from the underground base and have been working on the Abyssal Plan.

As for buying directly from the store...

"Come on, you actually want to sell me a MK2 for 30,000 yuan? Are you trying to steal it?"

Looking through the store list, Fang Chen cursed.

This store is a scam.

Especially for finished products, the selling price will blow your mind.

It seems to encourage you to make enough food and clothing by yourself.

“This Dodge Tomahawk is awesome!”

After browsing for a while, Fang Chen's eyes fell on a black two-wheeled motorcycle.

Some people like cars, some like airplanes, but to be honest, the most exciting thing is motorcycles.

That feeling of flying forward with your whole body...

Anyway, it’s ready and you can go to the village to eat.

If it doesn't work well... the whole village comes to your house for dinner.

"500 gold coins, it's yours!"

The price is not expensive, which is why Fang Chen chose it.

The steel suit no longer has much use for him.

Except for the function of flying, the rest is better to use the fist wheel.

As for the plane....

Staying on top of the lighthouse all day long would make you vomit!

Boom~~

Boom~~

When a will-o'-the-wisp goes off, parents raise money in vain.

The sound of the accelerator pedal immediately attracted the surrounding zombies.

All of them are as strong as flying, like Olympic champions.

Zizzi~~

The tires started to grind, a puff of smoke rose up, and Fang Chen sped away.

"Amap will continue to guide you, two hundred meters ahead..."

Listening to Jarvis's navigation, Fang Chen almost overturned the motorcycle.

"Jarvis, can you be normal?"

"Sorry Mr. Fang Chen, it's just a joke

Regarding Jarvis, Fang Chen was speechless.

This is not the first time this has happened.

Since a few months ago, Jarvis has been making some teasing remarks.

This is normal for humans.

But if it falls on a bunch of data, it would be weird if it were a system.

But Fang Chen knows that this is evolution!

From a pile of cold data that only knows freeze-frame calculations, it is evolving towards a data life with life and thoughts.

It's just that the process is a bit slow and unpredictable.

"Jarvis, have you ever thought about what you want to do after you have life?"

Listening to Fang Chen's words, Jarvis was silent for a long time.

It seems that he is thinking, and it seems that there is no such answer in the database.

"If you really have the answer one day, tell me and I will support you!"

Fang Chen smiled and said.

He is not a slave owner and knows how to repay kindness.

Although Jarvis is just a program, data.

There is no doubt that it helped him a lot.

If one day it really gives birth to life and has self-awareness.

He doesn't mind giving it freedom either.

"Thank you Mr. Fang Chen, I will think about this issue carefully..."

The two were speechless, riding a will-o'-the-wisp, or a motorcycle, Fang Chen headed north.

In fact, his purpose in returning to "World War Z" is very clear.

Manpower!

Whether building bridges and roads, or building houses and adding tiles.

Labor is essential.

In the zombie apocalypse, "it is said that the number of human beings has been drastically reduced.

But that was almost in the middle and late stages of the apocalypse.

It has only been a year since the apocalypse broke out in this world, but there are still a considerable number of humans.

And this is exactly what his spiritual cage world needs urgently!

"I don't know how Qin Jue has developed the base..."

The scenery on both sides continued to recede, and Fang Chen couldn't help but feel worried.

Qin Jue, as the world's own agent.

Only when he develops well will he have more resources to deploy.

One year is not a long time, but it is not a short time.

At least he himself has completed the successful implementation of the surface stronghold and even the Abyssalist plan.

"About to arrive..…"

Two days and two nights of non-stop traveling.

It was not until evening that Fang Chen finally approached the location of the base.

But looking at the cars blocking the road, Fang Chen knew trouble was coming.

"Hey? What a cool motorcycle..."

"I think this is a Dodge Tomahawk, right?"

"That's right, one used to cost at least US$550,000."

A dozen people got out of the car carrying various types of firearms...

He looked around Fang Chen casually like a gangster.

Just need to collect protection fees.

"Brother, you know how to choose a place. You heard the announcement from the shelter, right? Come on, let me take you to the hospital!"

Well..

Listen to what a few people said, and then look at their attitudes.

This made Fang Chen stunned.

That kind smile on his face was like meeting a fellow villager outside.

Shouldn't we just show off our guns and kill without regulating them?

"Playing tricks?"

Fang Chen raised his eyebrows.

It's not impossible.

After all, not everyone will choose hard steel in the apocalypse.

They will pretend to be harmless and take off all your defenses, and finally give you a fatal blow.

But following them, until they entered the base, nothing happened.

"Jarvis, am I in World War Z?"

"That's right, Mr. Fang Chen, please be more confident and remove the word "right?"

All right.

Perhaps I am judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.

Click~~

In front of the gate, the gatekeeper took a photo of Fang Chen.

At the same time, he took out a sign from the box on the side.

"Newcomer, this is your number plate. Bring it to me. Remember, Dawn Base gives you protection, so you must abide by the rules of Dawn Base. This number plate will be your future identity, and you must wear it 24 hours a day. , once found to have taken it down without reason, the lighter case will deduct the dedication points, and the serious case will be directly expelled from the mirror!"

Holding the number plate numbered 897570.9 in his hand, Fang Chen was speechless.

This is the rule he issued to the base before leaving.

The nameplate is used to distinguish between Shangmin and ordinary people.

And there are mini bombs inside each nameplate.

"So should I bring it or not?"

With a sneer, Fang Chen pinned it to his chest.

Looking around.

The base at this time has changed a lot compared to before he left.

There are also more people.

If the number represents the number of people.

Then this base must currently have at least 80,000 people!

This is 80 times what it was before he left!

At the same time, he also found many people who seemed to be new arrivals waiting at the gate.

"Follow me. If you want to be protected by Shuguang, you must understand what Shuguang is. Only then can you be qualified to become Shuguang's subjects!"

A soldier came to Fang Chen and others and waved.

Everyone followed him, and Fang Chen followed closely behind. .