Chapter 184 Ite and Oba

After leaving the Doomsday Camp, Itt felt as if he were in another world when he saw the desolate ruins outside. Even the lack of a wall to block the growing sandstorm made him feel a little uncomfortable.

During this period of time, he had been staying in the doomsday camp. Although he was busy, he ate specially distributed modern food, as well as alcohol and beverages. He used a full range of toiletries, including razors and hair wax, and even toilet paper and flush toilets. He also lived in a two-story courtyard house that was common before the doomsday. These things gradually awakened his memories that had long been dormant due to despair, and he couldn't wait to integrate into the doomsday camp. Only when he walked out of this small world did he suddenly remember that the outside world was still a wasteland world in ruins.

Looking back at the doomsday camp inside the wall, Itt's eyes gradually became firm.

Only when you lose something do you know how to cherish it. The same is true for It. Now his biggest wish is to be buried in the cemetery of the doomsday camp after his death, rather than being exposed in the wilderness.

It took out a pistol from his pocket that was as exquisite as a work of art. It was the Browning M1900 pistol from the late Qing Dynasty.

This gun has a compact structure and is only the size of a palm. After being processed by skilled craftsmen, an angel holding a trumpet is carved on the silver-plated gun body. The cross on the handle is also inlaid with tiny gems, shining in the sun like a beautiful lady. It was given to him by Yan Xu as a reward for his active and efficient work, and he regards it as the most precious treasure.

After admiring it for a moment, Itt skillfully pulled out the magazine, checked the bullets, and then reinserted them into the chamber. If necessary, he could also kill someone.

Led by It, the convoy arrived at a cycling tribe camp.

It is called a camp, but in fact it is just a simple hut built on the ruins with picked up materials. It is not much different from the thatched huts on the African savannah, but it is more formalistic.

Because of the huge noise, the arrival of the convoy has alarmed the cycling tribe. More than 20 wasteland Odebiao pushed their most valuable possessions, which are two-wheeled vehicles, and looked at the convoy vigilantly, ready to flee in all directions.

It is impossible to beat them. They just look unintelligent, which doesn't mean they are stupid.

Using a bicycle to hit a car was only possible before the end of the world, and in that country in the East. Now it can only be used to increase their chances of survival.

Seeing the convoy slow down, the leader Odebiao breathed a sigh of relief. He was already quite old, and although he was a professional cyclist before the end of the world, it didn't mean that he, in his forties, could still outrun these young guys.

As long as he can negotiate, he can use the cycling tribe's cheap labor to convince the other party to hire them, and this is the meaning of the cycling tribe's existence.

"It?!" Oba was so shocked that he could hardly speak, because It's change was so great.

They met after the outbreak of the doomsday and had helped each other. However, after the wasteland world was formed, Oba relied on his physical advantage to establish his own cycling tribe, while Itt could only make a living by relying on his skills in unlocking and repairing cars, and his life was miserable.

But now, seeing the other party's style of management elite, Obama felt jealous.

"Oba." It smiled and opened his arms to give the other party a warm hug. This also sent a friendly signal to the nervous wasteland riders behind Oba. They became less nervous and looked at the brand new modified car and the wasteland raider holding a submachine gun with envy.

Oba naturally saw all of this. He didn't know what It had experienced, but he knew that this was a rare opportunity, so he spoke directly without any nonsense.

"What do you need me to do."

"Obama, this is why I like you." It nodded with satisfaction.

The friendship between the two parties at the beginning of the apocalypse was nothing. At most, when it was necessary to shoot, Yit would specifically aim at his head and kill him. In fact, the reason why Yit chose Oba was very simple. He was one of the few Odebiao who had received a formal education.

Although his achievements were not enough to allow him to live a decent middle-class life, he knew how to control his desires and had a natural talent for riding, so he lived a good life as a professional rider before the end of the world and was considered a white-collar worker.

Even after the apocalypse, this intelligence allowed him to continue to maintain his leading edge. Not only was he the first to establish a cycling tribe, he also maintained very good relations with many wasteland camps.

Unfortunately, as he got older, his control over his subordinates became less and less, and many riders left him to form their own cycling tribes.

Oba was smart in that he quickly recognized the facts and did not resort to threats or violence. Instead, he tried his best to provide some help, divided the territories among the cycling tribes, and established common rules for the cycling tribes.

Therefore, although Oba's cycling tribe is not large in number, they can always get relatively lucrative jobs and are slightly respected by other cycling tribes.

Most people who can form a riding tribe have some brains, and they also know that conflicts will only lead to starvation. But with Oba mediating, things are different. Problems can be solved through negotiation. Although the process is inevitable to pull out guns and point them at each other, at least no one will die.

Oba is also living a comfortable life through these, provided he doesn't continue to age.

If he really can't ride anymore, his position as the leader of the cycling tribe will be taken away sooner or later. This cannot be solved by setting rules.

But Oba saw in It an opportunity to change his destiny, so he chose to take a gamble without hesitation.

"I am now the operations director of the Doomsday Tribe, and you are the first partner I chose." It took out a stack of flyers from the briefcase he carried with him. In addition to photos of goods such as cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, and tea, there was also a price exchange list.

Because the original currency has lost its value, barter has become the mainstream.

However, this method is very inconvenient. Some doomsday bases have tried to promote their own currency, but the circulation of the currency is difficult to expand. Basically, outside the influence of this doomsday base, these doomsday currencies will become worthless.

Yan Xu also wanted to promote currency, but the current Doomsday Camp did not have enough influence, so he only took out a price list to indicate what goods were worth how many gear coins.

The gear coins were designed by Yan Xu. They are about the same size as coins and come in ordinary metal versions, as well as silver and gold versions, so he will not lose money even if he receives counterfeit coins.

"Are these all true?!" Oba was shocked again and couldn't help swallowing.

In the initial period after the apocalypse, the survivors could still obtain relatively sufficient supplies from the ruins, but as time went on, most of the readily available supplies were either consumed or destroyed in the wind, frost, snow and rain. He almost forgot when he last saw the things in the photo.

"Of course it's true." It took out a piece of chocolate from his briefcase and handed it to Oba generously.

She took the chocolate that was the same color as her skin, carefully took a bite with her teeth, and then quickly pursed her thick lips to prevent the chocolate crumbs from falling to the ground.

Oba squinted his eyes and indulged in the physical and psychological pleasure that the chocolate brought him.

(End of this chapter)