Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 785 surrender
Abel yelled loudly while beating on the locked door.

He doesn't want to be imprisoned here, even as a prisoner, at least he should be given a cleaner cell...

This is always the case with people. When the safety of life is guaranteed, various additional requirements will naturally arise slowly.

After shouting for more than ten minutes, Abel's voice was almost hoarse. Just when he thought no one would come, the door was suddenly opened.

"I--"

Just as Abel said the word "I", the other person interrupted his words with a gesture - the person who opened the door grabbed Abel's collar and dragged him out as if he was dragging a corpse.

The outside environment is much better than the toilet that can't reach your fingers and is full of filth and stench. Although the air is still mixed with various unpleasant smells, Abel still greedily took a few deep breaths—he I almost thought that I was going to be smoked to death in that dry toilet.

It was still a man in black who opened the door, and Abel didn't know if the other person was one of the two who brought him here before. He threw Abel to an open space, and then pulled a water pipe from the side. The cold water with slight radiation splashed directly on Abel's body.

Although he was shivering from the cold, Abel did not dodge... Compared with the cold and radiation, the filth on his body was more difficult for Abel to bear. He has always had a slight cleanliness fetish. Things everyone knows.

It was only during this flushing that Abel had the time to look at the surrounding environment. This was a base of the railway rebel army behind the passage. A large number of tents and simple board houses made of plastic sheets and foam boards made Abel feel Like a shanty town in a slum, on the top of the passage, there are many incandescent bulbs hung with barbed wire, providing the most basic lighting for this camp.

The lights are very dim, and many of the bulbs are broken, flickering constantly, like a scene from a horror movie.

The environment of the camp was very poor. Many soldiers of the Railway Resistance Army didn't even have a bed, so they just lay on the ground with their guns in their arms. On a wooden box not far away, a man who looked like a doctor was talking to a man. A wounded soldier underwent amputation.

The operating conditions were extremely crude, and there were no disinfection measures at all. As for the anesthetic, it was probably replaced by Jeter, and there were several nasal straws scattered on the ground on one side.

The wounded soldier was pinned down by three or four people, one of them was holding a tactical flashlight, and the doctor was sawing his shattered calf with a saw. The sour sound.

In Abel's view, this soldier was absolutely doomed. Even if the bleeding could be stopped, the wound infection would definitely be unavoidable. He couldn't understand why these people would waste energy on such a mortal man.

Rather than making him suffer more pain, it would be more satisfying to kill him with a single shot.

"Are you looking at that person?"

The man in black holding the water pipe asked abruptly.

"Ah?...Ah...Yeah, what's wrong?" Abel replied in a daze.

"It's nothing, it's time to go, the big man above wants to see you." The man in black paused and turned off the valve of the water pipe.

"Big man? Which big man?" Abel was delighted. Isn't this exactly what he wants to see... As long as these people can realize his value, then not only will he not die, maybe he will also die. Get a lot of benefits.

As for loyalty... what is that?Can it be used to save lives?Can you get promoted and get rich?both are not?What's the use of that?

……

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Abel was led by the men in black through the entire rebel camp and came to an armored vehicle.

It wasn't until then that the pistol on Abel's waist was taken away by the man in black, and then he was pushed into the compartment of the armored vehicle.

The inside of the carriage was much brighter than the outside, and a middle-aged man in a light gray suit was sitting in it. As soon as Abel entered, his attention was focused on Abel's face.

"We already know your identity." The middle-aged man said straight to the point.

"We need all the information on the new type of modified human." Said he, he pushed a tablet computer in front of Abel, the screen of the tablet computer was full of various complicated formulas, most people may not understand the meaning of these formulas, but As the leader of the new-type cyborg project team, Abel could see the origin of these things at a glance.

The other party has already started researching his new cyborg... Judging from the progress of the research, when Abel's cyborg just started mass production, they had already obtained first-hand information and began to analyze it ...

Abel scanned these formulas line by line, and the other party's data on the new type of modified human has been deciphered to a great extent, and the rest is only the key information that is strictly kept secret.

"If I choose to cooperate, can you guarantee my life?" Abel raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked.

"Of course, we can not only guarantee your safety, but also give you what you want from the 'organization' but have never been able to get." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully—obviously , they not only researched the new type of cyborgs, but also conducted a detailed investigation of the developers of the new type of cyborgs.

"Things I want but have never been able to get"... Of course Abel knew what it was, but out of caution, he asked again: "What kind of conditions can you offer?"

"A complete consortium, if you cooperate sincerely, we can give you a consortium no less than your original families. Don't worry, this consortium is definitely not an empty shell, and what you get will be [-]% real. Control."

A consortium!
Abel took a deep breath. The family he originally belonged to was a medium-sized consortium. Although there may be dozens of such consortiums in the alliance, it is still difficult for ordinary people. Reachable behemoth.

The Abel family consortium has more than 10 shelters with a scale of 20 people alone... and a consortium no less than this size...

To be honest, Abel was completely moved.

"But how can I trust you?"

"This is an agreement, as long as you sign your name, it will take effect immediately." The middle-aged man handed over a piece of paper and a pen.

Abel carefully read the agreement three times, and after confirming that there were no problems, he signed his name very readily.

(End of this chapter)