Puppeteer of the Wasteland World 14

There is no shortage of smart people in this world. Anyone who is willing to observe carefully can see the most important core point from the increasing number of psychics appearing in the base.

——The mysterious Mr. Ding.

It’s a pity that Mr. Ding is so elusive that no one can find him. However, there are many people who are related to Mr. Ding.

However, these people seemed to have made an agreement and kept their mouths shut about everything about Mr. Ding. They did not dare to go too far, such as forcing one of them to dig out Mr. Ding's information.

First of all, the base is clearly biased towards Mr. Ding.

Secondly, if other large bases had such a being that could turn ordinary people, especially disabled people, into powerful psychics with no side effects, they would definitely be respected and worshipped.

If you really offend the other party.

No one knows whether the other party will get angry and use their trump card to deal with them.

So everyone chose to wait and see.

But at the same time, as several groups of people went out of the city repeatedly and always returned safely with rich supplies, the story about Mr. Ding spread more and more widely.

Many people are skeptical.

But for those who know one of these people and have seen with their own eyes that they have changed their fate and gained a new life because of a new leg or an arm, and their lives are getting better and better, this makes them envious and jealous, and they also hope to change their fate like these people.

Soon, these people began to be repeatedly asked by neighbors, relatives and friends, but they were always given answers that they could not tell them.

Some people were jealous and resentful, and deliberately spread the news that the other party had gained superpowers because of the prosthetic limbs, causing several people to become greedy and want to steal the prosthetic limbs.

Although their legs are fine, they can use the prosthetic limbs as weapons. If that doesn't work, cutting off the legs... is not impossible.

Under the secret promotion of some people.

These people actually succeeded in kidnapping one of them and forced him to reveal how to use the prosthetic limbs. If he lied, don't blame them for attacking the child.

The opponent was furious and pretended to cooperate, but in fact he was waiting for these people to relax their vigilance and immediately counterattacked. His ability was sprinting, and he could reach a place a hundred meters away in one second.

But at the same time, the energy consumed is also terrifying.

He took advantage of the last minute of energy left in his prosthetic limbs to quickly knock these men to the ground and tie them up, then collapsed on the ground with his legs limp.

After the base heard about this, they immediately kicked these people out.

After this incident, no one dared to commit crimes again, for fear that they would be expelled from the base like those people. It also proved that the strength of those who became superpowers because of prosthetic limbs should not be underestimated.

The base was afraid that this would happen again, so it secretly released some information.

He said that even if he stole the prosthetic limbs of these people with special abilities, he would not be able to become a person with special abilities himself, and these prosthetic limbs needed energy replenishment, so he had to buy energy replenishment from Mr. Ding.

Everything is labeled.

In other words, these prosthetic limbs are completely useless to you.

Some people didn't believe it, so some people with special abilities cooperated by taking off their prosthetic limbs and letting another person who was also missing an arm wear them. As a result, they really couldn't drive the prosthetic limbs.

This completely dispelled some people's thoughts.

But at the same time, the desire to have Mr. Ding customize prosthetic limbs became even stronger. However, the base quietly released the news that Mr. Ding would not accept every order, and only qualified people had to be selected through layers of screening before they could use these things.

Everyone believed it directly.

After all, there are so many people in the base, but how many of them can resist the pollution and become superpowers?

Same.

The conditions required for these prosthetic limbs made by Mr. Ding will definitely be stricter and more demanding. After all, that is the golden finger that can turn you into a superpower without any side effects!

For a moment.

People who were once so disabled that they had difficulty surviving, but have been given a new life because of these props, are called drivers, which means people with special abilities who can drive prosthetic limbs.

Every time people see these drivers, they look at them with envy.

These drivers also changed from being extremely afraid of being knocked unconscious by a stick in the beginning, and having to be 100% alert and vigilant every day, to always being extremely calm with their heads held high.

They can't bring shame to Mr. Ding.

Some people also tentatively tried to ask these people about the requirements for being selected, but these people didn't know the answer. Some people summarized several patterns and similarities from these selected people.

For example, they are all people with physical disabilities.

Second, they used to be very strong, and they are still working hard to live even after becoming disabled. Although their personalities are different, the only thing in common is that these people have good character.

People looked at each other in confusion.

At the same time, the people sent from the upper city of the base had arrived at the large base and immediately told everyone that the base had a method that could turn people into superpowers without having to worry about side effects.

In response to this, the team leader in the large base: "..."

He didn't believe it at all.

This guy already had a bad temper, and with his teammates visiting at the time, he felt particularly humiliated. He slammed the table and roared, "How dare you tease me with something like this? I think you don't want to live anymore."

The other party didn't even have time to say a second word before he was beaten to the ground.

He directly blocked his relative who was staying in the small base.

The dignitaries from Upper City who were sitting at the base waiting for the arrival of the big base were sipping wine and happily waiting for their cousin's brother-in-law to come, completely unaware that they had been completely blocked by the other party.

Luo Chen has been busy for half a month and can finally stop and rest.

When making prosthetic limbs for the last batch of people, he told the person in charge specially sent by the base that there would be a wave of alien species in half a month, and hoped that the base would be more vigilant and prepared for confrontation.

The top brass at the base were shocked and a little panicked.

They didn't know whether they should believe what Mr. Ding said, but if this really happened, the base would definitely be destroyed by the invasion of the alien tide, and it would be too late to regret it then.

So they gritted their teeth and took out all the alien cores in the base, asking Mr. Ding to help make some more props, so as to try to turn more people into drivers.

Luo Chen said, "Not everyone can successfully become a driver. How about this? You can call over some more people with disabilities. Those who meet the requirements can stay and cut the trunk of the third-level alien tree and bring it over."

He spoke a lot in one breath, and the other party took it all in seriously, saying with great gratitude, "Thank you very much for your help."

Luo Chen smiled: "This is just a deal. You give me the alien core and I provide the props."

When the other party heard this, his face was still full of gratitude.

After all, even if people in other large bases have alien cores, they cannot turn disabled people into drivers. With Mr. Ding here, the base will definitely be able to survive the alien tide.

Soon, the base began to sound the alarm.

It means that there may be a wave of alien species attacking the base in half a month. Those who want to leave can leave at any time. Those who want to stay should immediately join the base mission team to build a protective layer for the base.

The people in the base were panicked and uneasy, not knowing whether they should leave the base. After all, with their financial resources, they would starve to death if they stayed in a large base for a few days, and they would also be forcibly driven out by the people in the large base.

If you don't go, you'll probably die a worse death if you stay in this base.

Some powerful people immediately packed up their bags and left, but most ordinary people and some less powerful psychics chose to stay in the base and fight together.

The base opened its granary and provided it free of charge to those who were building the city walls for protection, and the drivers took the initiative to go out of the city diligently to earn as much money as possible to exchange for power banks, which were used to save their lives.

As time passed, people in the base became more and more nervous. Ping An was particularly busy these days, recording the number of power banks purchased in a small notebook.

Luo Chen was busy with his work. He put the last carved little spider wooden sculpture into his pocket, ran straight to a corner of the base, and threw the wooden sculpture on the ground.

The little spider seemed to be alive and dug a hole to bury itself.

He used the third-level alien tree as material and carved more than thirty small spiders, placing them in different corners of the base. These spiders were different from the two little dolls and had no thinking ability at all.

Instead, it is all controlled by little puppets.

Luo Chen walked back slowly. The aura emanating from his body made the people around him unconsciously make way for him, and they were completely unaware of it.

Everyone looked hurried, nervous and uneasy, but everyone's eyes were filled with a light that was stronger than ever before, a light of indomitable spirit, unwillingness to give up, and the courage to go all out.

They have no way to retreat, and the only way to live a better life is to keep this base.

When he returned home, Ping An had already prepared a simple meal. "Mr. Ding, can we survive this crisis?"

Ping'an's face was full of confusion and anxiety.

Luo Chen touched Ping An's head and said, "As long as you are not afraid, you can get through this crisis."

Ping An bit his lip, lowered his head, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head: "I, I'm not afraid."

He doesn't want to die.

In the downtown area on the other side of the base, two boys and a little girl were hiding at home. The house was messy and dirty, and it seemed that it had not been cleaned for a long time.

The couple, who had just returned from a busy day, couldn't help but curse when they saw this.

"You're all so lazy, why don't you lend a hand? Are you relying on the food your father and I earn to survive?"

"Every one of them is a debt collector!"

The woman was thin and looked extremely mean. She cursed while lighting the dying stove, and somehow she thought of the child she had abandoned.

The child was well-behaved and sensible, and always waited for her praise with an exceptionally pure and bright look in his eyes. Although he was older than his younger siblings, he was frighteningly thin because he had been working all year round and had given his food to his older siblings.

She suddenly felt a little regretful.

She didn't like the child at all, but she had to admit that the child could help her share everything to the greatest extent. If she had known earlier, she would have kept the child. If the child could survive, maybe the child could continue to give everything for the family.

The children seemed to be used to being scolded. They were not angry at all. Instead, they stared at the rations the woman brought back, swallowing their saliva and urging, "When will we start eating? We are starving to death."

The woman became even angrier and turned to her husband, "Why don't you lend a hand?"

The man said angrily, "I've done so much work today that I'm too tired to get up. You do it yourself."

The woman wanted to throw things, but she was afraid that the man would get angry and hit her. Now that the child was no longer there to protect her, she could only swallow her anger and start cooking. Her already hunched back became even more bent.

The children still stared at the food, unlike the unloved child who would ask her if she was tired and take the initiative to take over all the work.

She suddenly fell into a state of confusion.

Why do I always feel such an indescribable sadness in my heart?

I must be too tired.

Thank you Frostblight Summer Green for throwing a mine. I'm so excited.