Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded

"Does our leader know Shen Bei?"

A scavenger asked the leader of the team in confusion.

The leader scratched his head and gave a literal answer that was almost the same, but the meaning was completely opposite: "It should be that the leader wants to know Shen Bei."

"What's the difference?"

"It's a miracle that you can still live until now!"

...

On the way to the leader's residence.

It was evening, and the sky was covered with a thin layer of orange-red halo, making it difficult to tell whether it was air pollution, or because the gradually lit neon lights illuminated the night sky, or the glow of the fire clouds that had not yet completely faded.

Every time Shen Bei saw such a night sky, he would always have a psychedelic illusion, as if the world around him was entering a different moment from the ordinary.

The guard leading the way kept chattering.

But Shen Bei couldn't listen at all, and even the people and scenery around him seemed to fade in his mood, melt his facial features, and turn into pale cards.

He gradually felt that he was the only one left in his world, and past experience made him understand that this was the best state.

On the way, he seemed to meet a few people from Shelter No. 15 and exchanged a few words with the guards, but Shen Bei couldn't remember what they said.

After a while.

Shen Bei arrived at the door of the official residence.

"Sir, do you understand the precautions I just mentioned?"

No.

Shen Bei didn't need to understand.

Now it's your leader who wants to know me, not me to accommodate him.

As for the leader's personality and hobbies, what does it have to do with me?

Shen Bei just glanced at the guard indifferently, then pushed the door and walked in.

What I saw.

A hall.

The decoration is good.

It's even a bit luxurious. In this terrible world, it's considered top-notch.

At the same time, the bright red carpet that was taken down from some ruined city extends all the way to the depths of the hall.

On both sides of the passage, there are two rows of guards in uniform, standing straight and solemn.

Every leader of a shelter is like this. If they don't show off, they always feel ashamed.

Of course, except for Oloron of the Sigeo Shelter, who is so poor that he can't even afford to eat.

But in Shen Bei's opinion, it's more or less funny.

Passing through the welcoming team.

Shen Bei passed through a door opposite and it was the restaurant.

"Mr. Shen Bei, right?"

Inside the house, a man in a suit and leather shoes stood up slowly, crossed his hands and naturally hung them on his abdomen, with a natural look and no smile.

He is You Feng, the leader of Shelter No. 15.

"The name is just a code name."

Shen Bei tried his best to restrain himself from interpreting this sentence in a sarcastic tone.

"Sit down."

You Feng clapped his hands, and the servants began to serve the dishes. He smiled and said, "Now Shen Bei's code name is deafening, trembling and fearful, and even panicking."

Shen Bei looked normal.

Shen Bei could naturally hear something from You Feng.

At the radio conference some time ago, the accusation of Shelter No. 5 pushed the name Shen Bei to the forefront.

For ordinary residents of the famine world, and even some superpowers, the name Shen Bei is still relatively unfamiliar.

But now the leaders are clear in their minds.

Shen Bei is a disaster!

Or, an ominous sign.

So, when You Feng routinely checked the list of outsiders,

he suddenly found Shen Bei's name and was shocked.

He invited Shen Bei to come over first to test the purpose of Shen Bei's coming to his territory.

At the same time, he also inquired about it. It seems that Shen Bei was not angry when he came, and he was even interested in unloading the beast with the scavenging team.

This made You Feng feel a little relieved.

At this time, Shen Bei looked at You Feng with a pair of bright eyes, and his voice was calm and heavy: "You won't lose sleep over this, and there will be no bloodshed because of my arrival."

After hearing this, You Feng was obviously relieved.

"On the way here, your people told me that you don't like people smoking in front of you, right?"

Shen Bei took out a cigarette, lit it directly, and took a deep puff. As the smoke from the lit cigarette slowly flowed through his lungs, he took a deep breath and blew the smoke towards You Feng.

"I want to challenge my own limits." Shen Bei laughed freely and jokingly.

You Feng really hated and disliked others smoking in front of him.

For this reason, he killed no less than ten guys who dared to offend him.

But...

Faced with Shen Bei's provocation of his bottom line.

You Feng could only say that the bottom line could still be lowered.

He raised his voice slightly and said in his usual good voice: "This rule is completely a ridiculous rumor, it's not true."

Shen Bei laughed and put out his cigarette butt: "I hate others telling me what to do."

You Feng coughed and said nothing.

The two chatted for a while.

Eating and drinking.

The dinner was almost over.

Shen Bei drank the last sip of vegetable soup, which tasted good: "You have quite a lot of vegetables in your place."

When talking about this, You Feng looked a little proud: "The biggest worry of our ancestors was that the land was left idle and nothing was planted."

"In the old days, if the government hadn't banned it, those uncles and aunts would have transformed the green belt into a corn field."

"I have to inherit the fine tradition., "

Shen Bei touched his chin and recalled: "When I came to the upper level of the shelter, I didn't find large-scale land for vegetable cultivation."

"Soilless cultivation." You Feng said.

Shen Bei said, "Oh," nodded, and changed the subject: "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Shen Bei didn't think that You Feng was just testing whether he wanted to attack the shelter.

There must be other purposes.

You Feng asked tentatively: "Then I'll tell you straight, what exactly are you going to do with the spacecraft? Leave the earth and pursue the legend of the old times?"

"What legend of the old times?" Shen Bei asked back.

You Feng felt that Shen Bei was asking knowingly, and explained: "They stepped on 99,000 steps and entered-"

Shen Bei stretched out his hand and interrupted directly: "It's just that humans in the old times landed on Mars, not a legend."

You Feng crossed his arms: "So-"

He didn't finish his words, and paused here and stopped talking.

Shen Bei replied, "It has nothing to do with that."

You Feng's face suddenly showed disappointment, and he suggested, "I feel that you should have some ideals. Although I am sitting in this position now, I yearn for a world without evil species."

Shen Bei slowly stood up, wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief, and threw it on the table: "A distant place is not as good as the hometown, everything will be fine."

After that, Shen Bei left the restaurant.

"Wait, I arranged a place for you to stay here."

You Feng was stunned for a while and chased after him.

Shen Bei took the kindness: "I'm new here, I'll take a look and come back."

"I'll accompany you."

"Are you afraid that others will not serve you well and provoke me?"

"Not everyone has eyes."

You Feng said.