Chapter 026 Fighting for oil is all about roaring
July 9, 2019, at 1 a.m., it was light rainy.
There was a drizzling sound outside the house, and Link looked dull and his eyes were slumped on the sofa.
The training time for the recruits was less than he expected, and they were all completed in just 37 hours and 23 minutes.
However, the energy points spent cannot be recovered, so he did not click on training in advance, but allowed the countdown to finish after the countdown.
The game will automatically record the training and finish the training. Even if you want to enter the recruit training ground again, it will not work... The genius needs to go in again! Link subconsciously rejected this choice.
After 37 hours and 23 minutes of training, it felt like he stayed up for two nights when he handed in his paper in his last life. When he finished it, he was extremely mentally exhausted, but he couldn't sleep.
In fact, he quit the game at 0:15 in the morning.
With more than 30 minutes in the game, he took an hour and a half and his condition improved significantly.
The thin sound of rain was the most familiar background sound in his previous life. After listening to it for dozens of minutes, his nervous spirit gradually relaxed.
Now he just wants to fall on the bed and close his eyes and have a good sleep, but he vaguely remembers in his heart that he seems to have something to do.
After working hard many times, he suppressed the urge to be lazy, straightened his body, and looked at the opened note book on the coffee table in front of him.
The above is a sentence he wrote before training - the gas station collects barrels of oil.
After staring at this for a while, my numb head finally started to work: "Yes, I might be gone tomorrow."
Having got up with difficulty, he walked into the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, and patted him hard several times. Link finally woke up a little.
Instead of rushing out, he walked into the basement and sorted out the items collected in Chicago City today.
In the morning, I mainly am familiar with the environment and collect very few items.
But after killing the Long-Talk Monster in the afternoon, the situation in Chicago City became very chaotic.
He was alone, with only one bag, and if he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, several groups of people would rob him.
The shops and mansions in the city cannot be moved, and the locations are open, so there should not be too many thefts and robberies encountered.
When Link was just passing by, he collected some missing items and harvested several cubic meters, including several motorcycles and high-end bicycles.
Compared to safer and more practical cars, these things are not that popular and keep them when they encounter them.
Others cannot have both fish and bear's paws, but there is no problem with game backpacks.
In case of a car damaged or malfunction, these motorcycles and bicycles are available at any time, suitable for emergency response.
The rest of the supplies are very fragmented, including spare parts, lubricating oil, various types of gadgets, tobacco, alcohol, beverages, medicines, etc.
The energy value is not consumed much and has a wide range of applicability.
It took more than ten minutes to sort these things into the box before Link went out.
The Bay Gas Station is located in the suburbs of Rockford, on the south of Links' road, about five or six kilometers away.
That is the main highway between Rockford and Chicago. There are many people going there around Rockford, and it is very busy these days.
Link chose to ride a bicycle to get in the evening just to get close and quickly "take" the oil and leave.
After all, there are absolutely few people who dare to go out to cheer at night now.
The drizzle made a rustling sound on the M65 jacket, and Link pedaled slowly on the bicycle and advanced at normal speed.
At the same time, I will share a little bit of my mind and check out the new content of Doomsday Game.
After completing the recruit training, a third model appeared on the game module panel, which was flashing lightly and darkly - the temporary advance base (severely damaged), and the activation required energy point 100.
Link was a little surprised, which cost a lot less than the highest he guessed.
The base is not like a recruit training ground with only virtual training programs. It requires institutions that provide various functions. It is normal for three or five hundred energy points, and it is not surprising that eight hundred and one thousand are not surprising.
However, the eye-catching dark red (severely damaged) mark may be because it only has 100 energy points.
From tomorrow, we will work hard for these 100 energy points. Link exhaled gently.
After completing the recruit training, his actual combat effectiveness has improved a lot. It is not easy to collect 100 energy points, but it is not too difficult.
The "take" oil action in the future should be verified.
Looking at the Bay Gas Station while thinking, the Bay trademark with white stripes and blue characters on the rainy night is still conspicuous.
However, Link heard a faint noise and couldn't help but be surprised: Why are there many people at the gas station in the middle of the night?
Putting off his bicycle, he trotted to the gas station.
At this moment, two groups of people were raising guns to confront each other in the gas station, and kept scolding: "Don't move, don't move."
"Gou Niang raised me, why don't you sell our oil?"
"Want to pull these two cars of fuel away? Dreaming."
"Yes, don't think about taking our fuel to run away. I've called your manager."
Four gun guards wearing bay security uniforms looked ugly and hugged behind two large trucks.
When they shouted loudly, the guards were extremely depressed.
I originally planned to pull away this batch of oil overnight tonight, find someone to exchange for enough supplies, and stay away from Chicago with my family.
As a result, someone leaked the news about this batch of barreled oil in the gas station. A nearby community residents actually came to rush to buy it and brought two medium-sized trucks.
Now more than a dozen group purchase users are scattered in three cars and two trucks, and seven or eight long guns are pointed at the guards without being outdone, not allowing them to leave.
There is no way for community group buying users. They can’t run far without gas trucks. They don’t want to starve to death in suburban houses.
Besides, the situation worsens, and driving and escaping requires a lot of oil, so they cannot give up.
From arguing between the two sides to raising guns to threatening each other, they quarreled for more than ten minutes, but they were unwilling to retreat.
Link, who saw a few dozen meters away, wanted to scratch his head: What's the fuck... what should I do?
This is a gas station, where two cars of gasoline are located.
Once the fire is opened, if a stray bullet is not properly installed, the entire gas station will be sent to the west.
This is also an important reason why both sides rely on yelling to export. Otherwise, it would not be too difficult for four gun guards to solve the temporary community residents.
Link looked around and was about to find a suitable place.
He didn't have that much time to delay.
With no movement in these people within half an hour, he had to take risks.
If you really fry it, then find another target.
He has a game backpack, so he can find some empty oil barrels to a gas station to install it now.
That would be a waste of time and energy, and the returns were uncertain, so it would be the last choice, but it would be better than watching the two sides argue incompletely.
At the same time, four staff members who were driven away from the gas station were getting wet on the roadside dozens of meters away.
The guards seized their cell phones and car keys to prevent them from informing them.
These four unlucky staff didn't even have raincoats, and could only whisper under the small trees on the roadside, hoping that the fire would be too hot and death there would be.
Chapter completed!