Chapter 265 Night Attack
"Mr. Mobutu, please explain to me why all the ten steam tanks I ordered are gone."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yasuo, but there's nothing I can do. A group of terrorists broke into Graystone City and attacked my manufacturing plant, blowing up all the steam tanks inside, including the production line! They even stole the manufacturing materials I had stored there! I'm even angrier than you!"
A middle-aged man with dark skin and a leopard print hat said helplessly.
When he got angry, he stomped his feet in military boots hard a few times.
The person lying under him and acting as a foot pad made him grimace in pain.
But he clenched his teeth and dared not say a word.
If he made Mobutu angry, there was a good chance that he would appear on the table in the form of food the next second.
"That's your problem. I paid the deposit, and I want to see enough steam tanks."
"Calm down, Mr. Yasuo." Mobutu waved his hand. "The pigeon I released sent back a message that Ramon had been found. I think this person should be able to calm your anger, right?"
Mobutu said with a smile.
"Ramon, are you sure it's really that guy? You're not lying to me, are you?" A cold light flashed in Yasuo's eyes.
"How could I lie to my friend?" Mobutu clapped his hands, and immediately someone came to Yasuo with a golden tray.
There is a photo in the golden tray. It is Ramon wearing a beret. At this moment, he is holding a steam rifle and confronting the mutant creatures outside.
From the composition of the photo, it can be seen that Ramon is in a place full of garbage. Even the fortifications are built with various garbage.
There is a line of words under the photo, saying that the photo was taken last night.
"It's indeed this ground rat. Where is he?" Yasuo seemed very excited.
"It was in a relatively secret place, and it took my pigeon a long time to find him. How about this man's head, can it calm your anger?"
Mobutu asked with a smile.
"That's not enough!" Yasuo rolled his eyes and said, "You have to send someone to capture him. Only then can our matter be written off."
"Okay, I'll take action tonight. Mr. Yasuo, would you like to go and see the rat being captured in person?"
Mobutu asked.
"Of course, I'm very interested, and I'm sure Miss Lilith will be interested too."
A smile appeared on Yasuo's lips.
"So, to celebrate our collaboration, what about this?"
Mobutu took two glasses of red wine from the servant next to him and handed one of them to Yasuo.
“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”
Bang!
The glasses clattered together.
Cars drove out of the city gate and headed into the distance.
"We're setting out in such a high-profile manner. Aren't you afraid of being besieged by those mutant creatures?" Yasuo asked dissatisfiedly, looking at the huge and undisguised convoy.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yasuo. With this thing, we don't have to worry about those disgusting guys."
Mobutu said, pointing to a gas lamp hanging in front of the car.
Yasuo had noticed this gas lamp a long time ago. The range of this lamp was small and the light was very weak, so it could not be used as a car light at all. However, every car in Mobutu's convoy was equipped with one.
At first, he thought it was another of Mobutu's quirks, but now it seems that there is something else going on.
"What on earth is this thing good for?"
Yasuo asked in a low voice.
"This is also a good thing that I asked someone to secretly get from the Red Castle. As long as we hang it up at night, we can keep those annoying guys away from us. As long as we have this thing, the night is our world." Mobutu's face was full of pride.
"Can this thing be shared among us?" Yasuo asked.
"No, that won't do. I worked so hard to get these, and they're all I have, and I need them for my fleet."
Mobutu flatly rejected Yasuo's request.
"Oh, can you introduce the channel to me? I want to buy some too." An imperceptible cold light flashed in Yasuo's eyes.
"Well, let's talk about it when we get back." Mobutu said vaguely.
…
In the rebel camp, Zhang Tuohai was browsing the regional channel, watching those sleepless players bragging.
At this time, the door of the big bathhouse opened and Zhao Wanwan walked out with her hair wrapped in a towel.
"Do you have a hair dryer?"
Zhao Wanwan asked.
"What makes you think that I have that kind of thing here?" Zhang Tuohai spread his hands.
"Okay, I'll go back and blow-dry my hair. The hot spring feels really good. Thank you." Zhao Wanwan said.
Zhang Tuohai nodded and waved, ready to rest and sleep.
After a period of time, he has developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early.
Two hours later, Zhang Tuohai was sleeping soundly when suddenly the sound of the reminder system rang in his ears.
"Someone is about to attack the camp, please be prepared."
"Attack the camp?" Zhang Tuohai suddenly woke up.
"Isn't it said that it's very dangerous outside at night? Why would someone attack the camp? Do those people have a way to avoid those mutant creatures, or are they the same group as those mutant creatures and are all enemies of the surviving humans?"
Zhang Tuohai did not dare to delay, he quietly got out of the car and came to Zhao Wanwan's car.
Xiaoyi helped Zhang Tuohai open the car door.
At this time, Zhao Wanwan was sleeping soundly with her arms around Abai and her head resting on Claude.
"Wake up, wake up." Zhang Tuohai shook Zhao Wanwan hard.
"What happened?" Zhao Wanwan asked in a daze.
"Someone will come to attack the camp soon. Be prepared. Be smart and fight if you can. If the enemy is strong, follow me."
Zhang Tuohai is not interested in living and dying together with the rebels to fight against the enemy.
We have only been in contact for a few hours, and many people don’t even know their names, so it’s not worth risking their lives.
After consulting with Zhao Wanwan, Zhang Tuohai quietly returned to his car, equipped himself with various weapons, and made preparations.
About fifteen minutes later, just when Zhang Tuohai was feeling bored, he suddenly heard the sound of a roaring motor.
Then, there was a deafening explosion.
Boom!
"The sound of artillery fire!"
Zhang Tuohai was shocked. After a few days of adaptation, Zhang Tuohai could already distinguish the difference between the sounds of artillery fire and explosions.
Of course, he couldn't tell the caliber and type of the gun based on the sound.
"Looks like he's going to run away."
Zhang Tuohai's uneasiness grew .
Then, Zhang Tuohai heard a loud speaker shouting: "Ramon, I know you are in there, come out!"
