Chapter 250 Who doesn’t know how to recruit younger brothers?
"Gugugugu?"
"Gu! Gugugugu!"
"Gu..."
Once upon a time, walking on the streets of Beijing, flocks of pigeons flying overhead were a beautiful and unique sight.
The locals of the old capital loved to raise pigeons, whether gray, white, or brightly colored. While laymen admired the beautiful colors, experts appreciated the many skills involved. It was not uncommon for a single high-quality racing pigeon to fetch millions, or even tens of millions.
But that was all in the past, in the peaceful days.
Now is the end of the world.
When everyone is short of food and clothing and is on the verge of starvation, and can't even feed themselves, how can they raise pigeons?
Honestly, the pigeons, lovingly cared for and pampered by their owners before the apocalypse, gradually became food after the storm, eaten by their starving owners. Those who saw the opportunity quickly escaped, managing to survive. Others, fortunately, mutated early, acquiring special abilities or superhuman strength, becoming impervious to human predators and even capable of devouring them, thus saving their own lives.
Although their lives were saved, the domestic pigeons became wild pigeons. Regardless of whether they had mutated or not, their living conditions were much worse than before. No one provided them with good food and drink, and they had to sleep in the open air in harsh conditions. The once beautiful and sleek pigeons were now mostly covered in dust and dirt, with their feathers ruffled, and their glory was gone.
So the carrier pigeon that Qiao Lan brought into the capital was gray, with bright fur, a sturdy body, and a lively look. No matter which group of pigeons it was in, it would be considered the best.
The pigeon stands out among the flock.
"Gugu!"
"Gu?"
"Gu!"
Back in City C, Qiao Lan was surrounded by numerous mutant beasts, all talented and well-spoken, so Huihui didn't seem to possess any special abilities. But things were different in the capital. There were far more pigeons than in City C, and wherever he flew, he was met with jealous stares from his kind, with the young female pigeons flocking to him. Huihui was in high spirits, full of energy, cooing and boasting, his mouth dry and he couldn't stop.
"You guys are having such a miserable time, all of you are still living in Beijing. I see that you are far worse off than me who came from other places!"
People ask it, "Dude, how come you are doing so well?"
"To be honest, my master treats me very well. He lets me eat meat every meal and sometimes even gives me some wine. I prefer Moutai, but it has a strong aftertaste. To avoid affecting my work, I mainly drink beer. I think Snow Beer Original is better than Tsingtao Craft Beer. What do you think?"
"What can we say? We haven't drunk anything either. How can we, pigeons, drink alcohol?"
"Sure, I see you're a mutant too. You shouldn't die from drinking. You can actually give it a try. Be more open-minded and liberate your thoughts. Who says pigeons can't eat meat and drink alcohol?"
"Brother, you speak so elegantly."
"Don't you see what kind of master I follow? Let me tell you, my master is..."
Huihui kept chatting and wherever he flew, he would chat the pigeons there silly.
This is not just idle chat.
Qiao Lan assigned it a task, asking it to use its own mutant advantages to start from its own tribe instead of humans to find out the basic situation of the capital.
This assignment was exactly what Huihui wanted. Having never been to Beijing before, he was eager to explore the area. He had also long heard of the city's renowned pigeon training and was eager to learn from his fellow pigeons. So, while Qiao Lan was taking Xiao Tang to the secret laboratory, he flew around the city, chatting with everyone and passing on the bag of high-quality pigeon food and bottle of mineral water that Qiao Lan had brought him to any pigeons he liked.
By boasting and deceiving with words, and giving out real gifts of food and water, Huihui not only found out a lot of information, but also captured the hearts of a large number of pigeons.
When I went back to see Qiao Lan that day, a large group of pigeons with different colors and sizes followed it, flying across the sky, which was so cool.
"Cuckoo!"
It proudly announced to Qiao Lan that these were all the little brothers it had temporarily accepted.
That bastard Cha Cha is so arrogant with his group of younger brothers. He never looks at people straight in the eye. Hui Hui thinks that everyone can recruit younger brothers. When he was in City C, there were few pigeons and he didn't have the conditions. Now there are abundant pigeon resources, and he can form an aerial team in minutes.
"Okay, you're quite capable." Qiao Lan praised Huihui.
I held the gray pigeon in my arms, took out two of its favorite spicy beef jerky from my pocket, and fed it two.
The pigeons perched on the roof and walls around were very jealous.
They don’t know whether spicy dried meat tastes good or not, but these days, any food can make them drool.
"Gugugugu!" If you want to eat good food, you have to make merit! Huihui taught his younger brothers this.
So, on the first day of arriving in Beijing, Qiao Lan learned of several secret storage sites both inside and outside the city. These were places that had been overlooked by local survivors, such as a basement buried under rubble, a truck sunk to the bottom of a lake, and a little-known abandoned warehouse...
Birds can reach dangerous places that many people can't, and they know where supplies are. Gray had gathered dozens of pigeons, all of which were awake or strong. They usually fly over large areas and know many places unknown to humans.
Qiao Lan took some grains to feed the pigeons, giving them a full meal. Some wanted to follow Hui Hui's example and try drinking alcohol and eating spicy food, but she satisfied their curiosity and fed them generously, which immediately made these pigeons wholeheartedly accept their master.
The trained pigeons, who were used to being fed by humans in their early years, had suffered enough in the apocalypse. When they suddenly met a powerful person with abundant food, they naturally wanted to seek refuge.
At night, the moon was dark and the stars were sparse, and there were no lights on the road. Qiao Lan let the pigeons lead the way. He picked the nearest few places they reported, put the supplies there into the space, and then quietly returned to his residence to catch up on sleep before dawn.
The haul was quite substantial. There were clothing fabrics, furniture, hardware tools, small household appliances, and even several large truck compartments buried in the rubble of skyscrapers. No one knew how they got there, perhaps blown away by the strong wind. The compartments were overflowing with canned drinks, boxes of ham, vacuum-packed bacon, and instant Beijing roast duck, likely destined for large supermarkets. The compartments were buried deep in the rubble, unknown to the local survivors. Now, thanks to the pigeons, they were all in Qiao Lan's hands.
Qiao Lan assigned a new task to the pigeons.
Not only look for supplies, but also pay attention to observe human survivors everywhere, and inquire about people with professional expertise or awakened people with excellent superpowers.
After the pigeons had their full breakfast, they flew away to do their mission.
Qiao Lan came to the capital this time to send Xiao Tang to conduct drug experiments on serious business. Collecting supplies was just a side job, out of his habit of replenishing space at any time.
Another thing she wanted to do was to see if there were any suitable talents in the capital who could help build the town. She wanted to take them with her, or rather, send them back. With the help of the pigeons, she should be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
I just wonder if Xiao Tang’s drug testing process will be as smooth as collecting supplies?
Qiao Lan caught up on her sleep, and in the afternoon, she drove the electric scooter assigned to her by the Beijing authorities to the laboratory to check on the progress.
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