Chapter 139 The Earth’s Wastelands 12

Chapter 139 The Earth’s Wastelands 12

"Yes," Feng Bujue answered.

The man nodded in response. "Okay, there’s no problem. Go through the decontamination pathway."

After saying that, he got the others and the equipment to carry out the refuel process and maintenance of the craft.

Hank led Feng Bujue and Flashes of Sword away from the platform. They did not use the elevator but took the stairs; the elevator was reserved for the supply team.

When they walked down the stairs, Flashes of Sword could not help but ask, "Don’t you think this is strange? You merely told him verbally that nothing was retrieved, and he believed you so easily."

Then he turned to Hank. "Isn’t there an inspection or something to see if anyone is keeping stuff for themselves?"

"Keep things for themselves? What are you talking about... who would do that? The punishment is death if it’s discovered!" Hank replied with shock. "Plus, what’s the point of keeping the stuff for ourselves?"

Flashes of Sword was stumped by his question. Feng Bujue chuckled. "It’s pointless to discuss the idea of personal effects with slaves. For them, even money is meaningless; the only thing worth owning is food. As long as they won’t starve to death, risking their lives for a few more bites of food is not worth it."

"Slaves..." Hank repeated the term. "What is the meaning of that? And... what are personal effects?"

Feng Bujue shrugged. "Hank, certain things are better left unknown."

The three walked down the stairs. When they reached the bottom floor, they turned into a pathway. The path looked rather rickety because the walls were not made from metal but instead were constructed from rocks. Even the lights dangling from the ceiling appeared dangerously simple. Overall, the path looked like a tunnel with an alarmingly low safety rating, and no one would be surprised if it suddenly collapsed.

After walking another three hundred meters, they came to a place that looked like a sentry post. It was a hexagonal metallic structure with a window that faced outside. It was similar to the ticket tooth on the highway but with a different shape.

They stopped before the window. The worker sitting inside asked in an officious voice, "Code number, names, and time of departure."

"Scavenger team, code name 24. Hank, Jarvis and Joy," Hank answered. "We left the village this afternoon."

Flashes of Sword admired players like Feng Bujue; he was something like a kindred spirit. Even though there was no chance of inviting him to join the guild, cooperation was still possible. In any case, Flashes of Sword had remembered the badge for Underworld Frontline. No matter how big or small the guild was, at least with a player like Feng Bujue around, it would not be a guild with any dead weight. Even if they could not end up as buddies, at least there was no reason to have any altercations.

In conclusion, if the situation permitted it, it was wise not to enemy of someone like Feng Bujue...

...

Each of them walked into a booth. There was only a chair inside the booth. After they sat down, what happened next was disastrous.

Feng Bujue’s chair slowly lowered, and when he was on the same level as the floor, the chair slowly moved forward. He felt like he was on a conveyor at the car-washing place. Even though the place was so dark that he could not see anything, he could feel the rushing the water and air. Instead of saying that this process was decontaminating the poison, it was more like they were washing the protective gear with the humans inside as mannequins.

Thankfully, the process was not long or particularly painful. It lasted less than a minute. The metallic plate before them rose, and light shone the way ahead. Then, the three entered the real ’dressing room’.

Feng Bujue stood up and walked over, and the metallic plate behind him closed. The room he was in was about twenty meters wide. One of the walls was arranged with a row of lockers, and a long bench fixed to the ground sat in the middle of the room. The four walls were made from metal, and the light that showered down from the ceiling was adequate enough.

Hank and Flashes of Sword arrived seconds later. Hank said, "There are changeable clothes in the lockers. You need to remove the protective gear and put them in there."

He did not know that players could not change their clothes inside a scenario. They could put on the protective gear because its purpose was defined as a plot item, and it was put on over the clothes. When they were wearing the protective gear, the player’s outfit had not changed, but they were never going to change into the clothes inside the locker.

Feng Bujue did not say anything as he walked forward to open one of the lockers. As he expected, the locker was not locked, and he noticed soon that all the clothes were of the same style.

Flashes of Sword took out one of the sets and said, "This is my first time encountering apparel in a scenario. If this was still the closed beta, we’d be treated like God if we left with these outfits."

"Hmm... Unfortunately, we’re not in the closed beta anymore," Feng Bujue said. "Plus, these outfits with their outdated style probably wouldn’t sell for much even if we took them out with us."

He was right. The design for the outfit of the villagers was extremely simple. It had long sleeves and long pants. The color was uniformly gray with no pattern on the shirt. The position of the pocket was standardized, and it had a common circular collar.

"What should we do?" Flashes of Sword asked. "We can’t adjust our apparel in the scenario."

"Easy," Feng Bujue said matter-of-factly, "just keep wearing the protective gear."

Hank overheard this and said, "But in the residential area, we all wear..."

Feng Bujue waved his hands to cut Hank off. "I have my plan. Just change into your clothes."