Chapter 920 A wise decision

No. 27 Ziyuan Road, Beijing, is located here. The largest gymnasium in Pan-Asia cooperation.

It is said that when the war broke out, a grand football game was being held here, so on the seats around the roundabout, the flesh-skinned skeletons and rusted Coke cans could be vaguely seen.

Directly below the gymnasium is Sanctuary No. 022, but this shelter has long been abandoned.

What makes it see again is the most pragmatic and diligent gravekeeper sect in the evening church. Although they are believers, they are never bound by the doctrine and pursue absolute efficiency. It is precisely because of this that they will diverge with the orthodox sect led by Boyu.

Sometimes, I think the name gravedigger is more suitable for us than the gravekeeper.Lu Minghui took the flashlight, looked around his eyes, followed the lines of blood marks on the wall that had been oxidized for many years, and said in a silence.

Your statement is very vivid.The man smiled and said in a relaxed tone, but I would not agree with your proposal at the meeting.In any era, digging ancestral tombs is not a popular profession.

Come on, I'm just talking.

Walking in the dilapidated subway, behind the two, a group of two cows carrying goods.

These hard-working animals are among the few mild alien species on the wasteland, which are easily tamed and can cross terrain where vehicles cannot cross domains.

Moreover, because the body accumulates less toxins, if you don’t consider the taste of chewing sand, they are also one of the few sources of meat on the wasteland.

More than a dozen soldiers in cold-proof clothes walked around the check-in team, scanning the shadows in the corners with vigilant eyes, alerting to possible zombies, alien species, or raiders.

Although it is a path that you are used to walking on weekdays, no one dares to take it lightly.

Survivors who capsized in the gutter due to carelessness could not count even the fingers of all living people, including many powerful lone tourists.

Soon, they arrived at the destination Beijing Stadium Station.

After crossing the demolished ticket gate, a team of people rushed to the exit with the two-headed cows and went straight into the second underground floor of the gymnasium.

This is the stronghold of the Gravekeeper Sect, and nearly 10,000 people live here.

The center of the stadium was transformed into a large plantation, with transparent graphene shields that blocked the snow and shined through the sun.

The mutant fruits growing on the green field are the food source of this underground city.

Two sentries at the door stepped forward and immediately stepped back and walked back two steps after confirming Lu Minghui's identity.

Lu Minghui nodded, stepped over the door and continued to walk forward.The man behind him stayed and took the transport team to another direction.

Arriving at a bullpen-like place, a man with a big belly stepped forward, rubbed his swollen eyes, and took out a tablet from his pocket.

As a warehouse administrator, his daily job is to count the materials transported into the base.

Oh, fat man, are you on duty today?

That's right, my nose is almost frozen in this damn ghost weather...

He walked forward and unpacked a wrapped leather buckle, and his hand suddenly froze.

this!This is!The man named Fatty was shocked, and his small eyes narrowed into two slits widened, like two mung beans.

I don’t know how many tons of cocoa beans are in a whole container... It’s amazing, right?Until a few days ago, I thought this kind of thing had become extinct from the earth.The man lit a low-quality cigarette for himself, patted the bulging package on the back of the cow that was afraid of being bulging, packed it separately, transported it into the warehouse and kept it for storage, remember to keep it dry, that's it.

The fat man nodded quickly and called on the staff to unload the cocoa beans.

Just put it in a pot and bake it, add sugar and boil it continuously to extract the cocoa liquid of Chinese toon.

With a little processing, you can make cocoa powder or chocolate.

No matter what is made, it is a luxury for tight sales on the wasteland, because it is easy to store and can even be used as currency like cans!

And because of their high calorie characteristics, they are much more valuable than canned food of equal weight!

If you have to convert it into sub-crystals, you probably have to use millions of units.

On the other side, Lu Minghui, who walked to the depths of the basement of the gymnasium, stopped, pulled out the data cable from the EP, and connected to the jack next to the door.

After the reading bar on the screen, through safety verification, a straight gap was cracked on the flat cement wall, leaving a passage to both sides.

Putting away the EP, he took a step and walked into the passage.

As he walked forward, the cold lights in the corners of the corridor lit up one after another, dispelling the darkness in the corridor.

He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, reached out and pushed open the door.

Inside the door, it suddenly became clear.

Round conference room, like the Roman courtroom.

There are about fifty senior leaders of the Dusk Church, and they are on both sides of the conference room.

Judging from the packed venue, the meeting has obviously begun for a long time.

While the door opened, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Minghui.

You are late, Mr. Bishop.The old man sitting in the first place looked at his watch softly and said.

A little situation happened on the road.Lu Minghui walked to the center of the circular venue and slightly luggage towards the old man.

There are many bishops in the Gravekeeper Sect, but there are only a few who are in power.

The old man sitting at the top of the conference room is one of them. As the archbishop of the gravekeeper sect, he controls all powers, including finance and the army.

The old man nodded, not intending to investigate the reason for his lateness, and his dry lips slowly opened.

Let's start reporting.

Lu Minghui nodded slightly and began to report.

NAC is not hostile to us who have long been separated from them because of its hostility to the orthodox sect led by Boyu.The alliance was reached quite smoothly, and Jiang Chen himself also liked the gifts we gave.If the Holy Shield system is repaired, he promised to provide us with a habitat in Shanghai.

The meeting room was whispering, and the people sitting at the conference table breathed a little relieved.

The old man sitting in the first place also nodded in praise, and was obviously quite satisfied with the good news brought back by the bishop.

Seeing that it was almost done, Lu Minghui adjusted his tone and then spoke.

As a return gift, they gave us a container of cocoa beans…

The discussion in the conference room came to an abrupt end, and everyone's expressions froze on their faces, including the old man sitting in the first place.

Not because of embarrassment or anger, but because of shock that I don’t know what to look like.

container?

What size container?

A container of cocoa beans?Instead of mutant fruit?Or shell valley?

Lu Minghui was not surprised at all when he was making everyone's expressions.

He had already experienced this feeling when he was in Shanghai, and he had not recovered from his shock until the container was loaded onto the freighter.

Looking around the high-level staff in the conference room, Lu Minghui looked at the old man sitting in the first place and said solemnly.

NACs are far beyond our imagination and we must reexamine their relationship.

The thin index finger rubbed against the handrail, and the old man fell into silence.

Compared to the senior executives here, he thought more about the profound meaning behind these gifts and the terrifying strength shown by NAC.

There is no goodwill or magic power in the wasteland. The only factor that one party keeps the other party calm is the absolute strength.

After a long time, the chapped lips slowly opened.

You are right.

Lu Minghui breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly.

A wise decision.