Gambling space.

Radiation Crack No. 97.

In a tribe of thousands of people called 'Red Stone', a dozen survivors with dazed expressions were brought into a simple shack by four thin men, and sat in a corner that was barely sheltered from the wind and rain.

Come down.

"Look at these people, I'll go find the clan leader!"

After glaring at the shivering survivors sitting on the ground, one man among the four quickly left.

If this scene were placed in the outside world, it would definitely look very strange.

After all, in terms of body size alone, the thinnest person among the dozen survivors was significantly stronger than these four.

However, the fact is that they have tried to resist more than once on the way here, but the other party only needs to send out one person each time to easily subdue them.

"Brother Gong, there are only three people left now, should we..."

Seeing the three people staying behind, they walked to the shelter outside the shack with relaxed expressions.

The survivors suddenly became restless, and everyone turned their eyes to the man in the center who was full of heaven and had a majestic face.

"No, even if there are three of us left, we are no match at all!"

Gong Manting shook his head slightly, his eyes flickering, "And even if we run out now, where can we go to settle down? This world is completely different from the wasteland we know, and we must integrate into it as soon as possible."

"I have a hunch that the longer we delay in integrating this process, the easier it will be to cause some unpredictable consequences!"

As one of the people who followed Somo from the beginning to the end of the last Ten Thousand Paths War.

After Gong Manting finished speaking, everyone present shrank their heads and immediately expressed their approval.

On this cold day, the temperature has dropped to about minus ten degrees.

Even if they could escape from the hands of these three people now, it would be difficult for them to find a place to stay before their physical strength is exhausted.

Rather than being forced to surrender because of exhaustion of physical strength, it is better to see what is going on here.

"Speak less and do more later. Don't answer any questions you don't know the answer out loud. I'll answer them."

After thinking for a moment, Gong Manting lowered his voice and arranged.

Since the last Ten Thousand Paths Competition was a selection system, all participating contestants went through strict three rounds of screening.

Therefore, in terms of personal quality, everyone is at a similar level, so it is naturally easy to cooperate.

But this time there was no screening, which resulted in the quality of the people coming in being obviously mixed.

The most obvious example.

When they were first caught by these four people, there were a few fools in the team who completely ignored the advice and ignored the other party's warnings because of their physical strength. As a result, they were beaten and forced to surrender after the fight.

"Brother Gong, don't worry, we all believe in you, whatever you arrange for us to do."

"Yes, we are all willing to follow you!"

"Maybe this is a good thing, right? We found a place to stay so quickly."

"..."

The survivors responded one after another, each of them verbally agreed, and their attitude was extremely well-behaved.

It's a pity that it fell into Gong Manting's eyes, but he shook his head again in a subtle way.

After all, they are a group of ordinary people who have just escaped from the difficulties of survival and have long lost the ability to think independently.

Expecting to unite these people to do something big should be a no-brainer.

Fortunately, given the current situation, there does not seem to be any deep hostility in this strange gathering place of survivors.

Not long after.

The thin man who was responsible for finding the person came back, glanced at the crowd, and raised his finger at Gong Manting.

"You, come out with me and go see the clan leader!"

"Me?"

Gong Manting stood up pretending to be surprised, smiled awkwardly, and walked out.

But when he left the shack, he immediately put away his awkward smile and replaced it with a calm and solemn expression.

The other party obviously has no intention of actively talking to him. In this case, it is better to speak first.

Let’s not talk about whether communication can be established. It would be terrible if we asked something that we shouldn’t ask.

Therefore, within the limited time, Gong Manting focused all his attention on observing this gathering place.

In terms of architectural style.

At first, he thought that the shacks were specially used to detain outsiders, but in fact, most of the buildings in this gathering place were in the style of shacks.

The only difference is that some shacks are semi-enclosed and some are fully enclosed.

Through the open window, you can vaguely see the humans sitting inside, looking over with curious expressions.

"The ones that can be directly observed...should be between fifty and seventy."

Judging from the size of this gathering place based on the number of shacks, the population should not exceed 3,000 people.

Gong Manting was immediately relieved.

What he was worried about before was nothing more than two situations.

First, the population of this gathering place is very small, with only a few dozen or more than a hundred people.

In this case, a dozen strange outsiders suddenly poured in. According to the vigilance of the wasteland survivors, let alone the wasteland for twelve years, or the outside wasteland for three years, there is a high probability that the other party will not be able to survive.

Will accept it.

The second is that this gathering place has a large population and a large scale, so that they are completely indifferent to the joining of outsiders, but will instead doubt the purpose of outsiders.

If you want to impose a crime, why bother?

Gong Manting knew very well what the consequences would be if he was suspected.

"Stop peeking. If you look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs."

At this moment, the man leading the way suddenly stopped, turned around and said coldly.

However, just when Gong Manting was frightened and was about to explain, the other party suddenly laughed.

"A group of lucky benefactors. Fortunately, you met us and not the cannibal tribes around you."

"Go in, the patriarch is inside. If you have any questions, he will help you answer them."

Um?

The change in the other party's attitude is quite confusing.

However, Gong Manting reacted immediately, and the haze in his heart relaxed a little.

Go into the shack pointed by the man.

Although this shack seems to be no different from other surrounding shacks from the outside, once inside, there is a warm feeling.

Standing in the room was a man about 1.9 meters tall, with a slightly muscular build and a neat samurai braid.

Hearing a noise from behind, the man turned around with a smile on his face and didn't seem to feel any pressure.

"Sit down, foreign benefactor!"

The blessed one...

The other party mentioned this term again, which made Gong Manting's heart tighten inexplicably.

In this world of faith, being linked to God is not necessarily a good thing.

"Excuse me...what does the benefactor mean?"

After sitting down on the futon pointed by the other party, he couldn't wait to ask.

"God's benefactor..." The man also sat down opposite Gong Manting and smiled, "Let me introduce myself first. I'm glad to see you. I am Nomura Shin, the leader of the Red Stone Tribe.

"

Judging by his name, he must be from an island country, but he speaks Chinese very fluently.

"Gong Manting." After announcing his door, Gong Manting stretched out his hand and shook hands.

Although the time span reached nearly ten years, this moment still made him feel a little dazed.

"A few days ago, our Red Stone Tribe has received an order from God. God told us that many foreign survivors will join the tribe one after another to help us compete for the final ownership of the Radiation Crack."

"Radiation crack? What is this?"

"Hey, you don't even know this, right?" Nomura raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Well, it seems I really have to start from the beginning."

"Six years ago, due to the multiple and disorderly expansion of the Death Tide disaster, a large number of Death Tide monsters continued to invade, which has seriously squeezed the living space of our humans. In order to suppress this phenomenon, it is also to gain the final living space for humans.

, several super tribes united and launched hundreds of nuclear weapons at the center point of the death tide monster."

"However, what I didn't expect was that although these monsters were blown into powder by nuclear weapons, the surviving death wave monsters seemed to have been intensified by radiation, and their individual strength increased more than ten times in just one year.
To be continued...