MMB Chapter 1615 - 770 Integrating Laborers_2
Chapter 1615 - 770 Integrating Laborers_2
Chapter 1615: Chapter 770 Integrating Laborers_2The encampment wasn’t large, so the two teams quickly converged in front of a small cabin, after which everyone swiftly dispersed, surrounding the cabin. Then Elisa and Johnson entered through the opened wooden door, and right after, the door closed quickly.
Something had happened!
James immediately forgot all the things that had previously made parts of his body swell with blood, only to feel a chill rising from his tailbone, shooting straight up into his head. His entire body seemed to lose all sense of temperature, and his limbs began to shake uncontrollably.
Inside that small cabin lived the dictator of the camp at this moment, the former aircraft carrier General Jones. James saw it clearly; the person who opened the door was General Jones’s personal secretary, Julia.
If it had only been this, it might’ve been fine, but what stood out was the hurried steps of both Johnson and Elisa. And the panic on Julia’s face as she opened the door was so evident she didn’t bother hiding it.
Something that could cause the usually meticulous like a stone Johnson and Elisa to panic, and make the always ice goddess-like Julia anxious, must be very important, possibly concerning the survival or demise of the camp.
And the person inside that cabin, regardless of what everyone said about the cold-blooded dictator Jones behind his back. Everyone understood, including those officers who had once been placed under house arrest by Jones and were now released, that at this moment the most important person in the camp was no one other than Jones himself.
As long as they saw the figure of this cruel dictator every morning, even if there were fierce beasts roaring in the distance, even if there were pterosaurs in the sky flapping their wings like demons, they would feel secure.
Soon, Johnson and Elisa came out of the cabin, and a series of commands further confirmed James’s guess.
The entire camp was under martial law, everyone armed was to take their weapons and guard the camp. Those soldiers with combat experience were rapidly organized into several small teams, starting a
A laborer, who didn’t know his number, immediately answered on behalf of Yan Fei: "Of course it’s real, maybe you haven’t seen the boss’s power yet, and don’t know how great he is. But you just need to know one thing, that is, the boss can decide your life or death at any time. If you want your soldiers to survive, cooperation is your only option."
"Your people have already died in great numbers!" Yan Fei spoke. "I do not want more of you to die, for me, having all of you is enough for my base to expand a bit more. Besides, I don’t think it’s necessary to show you any more of what I’m capable of, why did you come here, why did your aircraft carrier disappear shortly after you landed, haven’t you understood yet?"
General Jones’s voice became even more hoarse: "So, accepting your terms means to lay down our weapons and become your slaves?"
"I don’t care what you think, you just have to obey," expressed Yan Fei indifferently. "I don’t want to bother capturing you all to kill a batch to establish authority and then have to carrot and stick you into working properly. You understand? The people you have left now are good labor for me, my private property, and I don’t want to waste that."
"Can I have some time to consider?" General Jones, struggling visibly, managed to ask.
"It’s up to you," Yan Fei thought for a moment, then continued. "Now, in this world, it’s not just your team; there are people from an air force base, scattered across various islands, currently playing a survival game. Sadly, as of now, not many of them are still alive."