Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 240 Chapter 240 Lucky “Mule” (3 more)

At this time, the Alliance fleet that passed the night before has quietly arrived in Quebec City.

Some of the guards who had stayed in Montreal had retreated late at night the next day, boarded a speedboat, and caught up with the fleet.

Almost without anyone’s attention, the alliance’s fleet completed the plan to traverse several large lakes and cross the St. Lawrence River.

It is also because of this that the league did not make much movement in Toronto and Montreal.

These two cities are the most densely populated places in Canada. Toronto is almost 6 million and Montreal is just over 4 million.

The three-month turbulent world mode started and many people fled, but it is conservatively estimated that there are more than 5 million people staying in the two cities.

However, agriculture and animal husbandry in the St. Lawrence Valley are very developed. Wheat is generally grown, and potatoes, corn, vegetables and fruits are abundant.

For the time being, the food and water in these big cities along the river is not as scarce as Detroit or Chicago.

The hard part is how to find where they are stored and transport them back.

When the afterglow of the setting sun sank into the horizon, the mule leader Julio returned home with more than fifty men.

He used to be the little leader of the “St. Louis Boys” responsible for transporting contraband, and he has not been mixed up very well.

Until the troubled times began, the boss of the St. Louis Boys accelerated to absorb personnel and expand their strength. Julio, who was originally just a small boss, rose to become a big boss, and his subordinates swelled from more than a dozen to nearly a hundred.

Even so, Julio is still an errand.

On weekdays, he did most of his work to help the boss transport the looted materials, so he was called a mule by his accomplices.

Julio was very upset about this treatment, but he couldn’t do the old big boss, so he could only bear it.

But after that night a few days ago, everything changed.

Julio’s boss, accomplices, and their backbone members of murderous nature never appeared in the streets to burn, kill, looting and commit crimes after that night.

No one knows what happened to them as the saying goes.

Julio, who was originally just a big boss, suddenly became the boss of the highest “job.”

Although this “boss” can only control the hundred coolies under his hand, the weapon barely allows one to use a gun, and there is only one bullet, or even half a magazine.

But Julio already felt great happiness.

If he can also fight like other big bosses, then maybe he will “evaporate” like them now.

Julio’s brain is not smart enough, the advantage is that he is self-aware and willing to do things honestly, but he is not stupid.

Able to live in the gang until now, he has his own survival wisdom.

The boss used him before because he didn’t have the brain to play tricks, and he could go back to jail in an accident, with proper tool man + cannon fodder.

Therefore, when others tried to control the vacant site of the St. Louis boy, Julio quietly moved to the eastern suburbs with his coolies.

Without the force of deterrence from the former boss, he would die if he stayed in the old turf.

Refuge in other forces? Then his life and death all depend on the other party’s mood.

After all, the big boss of the St. Louis Boys can be considered a middle and high-level boss, and the other bosses don’t need to keep him.

Losing the site and the materials supplied by the original gang is nothing, because he will not need to hand in materials to the boss in the future.

For a long time transporting contraband to and from various places, Julio knew a lot about rural roads in Montreal, Quebec, and Ottawa.

The materials he inquired about and brought back in the past few months have provided a fraction of the logistics for the St. Louis boys.

It’s just that he didn’t have enough force, and he couldn’t hold back too many materials.

Now that the boss is gone, he only needs to appease the more than a hundred coolies under him.

Most of these people can stay under him, and most of them are relatively honest.

If you don’t have the guts to fight and kill, you can only be a coolie, in exchange for some food and water, and will not be killed by other gang members.

What the future holds, Julio doesn’t know, he only knows that now he can never become a polished commander.

A person in this world is the object of others to bully wantonly, but more than a hundred people can avoid most of the dangers.

There is much more fun in the city. Forces stronger than them will not come to the suburbs to endure hardship, and there is no need to lose both to those who are weaker than them.

So he took people to the farm in the suburbs, wandering around several places, and found a batch of hidden food.

Within ten days and a half, the newly-launched mule gang shouldn’t be separated… right? Julio is not so sure.

With too many things in mind, he returned to the new “little” nest, and did not pay attention to the stiff expressions of the two guards at the door, and took the lead.

The farmhouse warehouse that was cleaned was a bit quiet. Julio didn’t care too much. He just greeted him: “Go out and help move things. Be careful, don’t be found.”

A thin, thin Asian man stood up and walked over tremblingly: “Old, boss, someone, someone is waiting for you.”

Julio didn’t react for a moment: “Wait for me?”

After turning around the little man and bowing with a smile on his face, he saw his own “Boss Throne” in the warehouse-a sturdy and wide chair sitting on a gray figure.

Two seconds later, Julio suddenly shook his body, turned his head and ran.

The warehouse in the evening was very dark. The man was still wearing a loose gray hooded sweater, and his slightly drooping face was hidden in the darkness.

But Julio knew that the person who appeared in his lair like this was unlikely to be his friend.

Because he has no friends at all.

Huh! Huh!

There were two cracking sounds, and Julio’s movements stopped.

Looking at the two thin flying knives on the front door, one wiped his ears, and the other wiped his hand pushing the door, and nailed them to the wooden door of the warehouse.

“I’ll give you a chance to speak.” Link said, “Only this time.”

Julio swallowed and turned hard, with an ugly smile on his face: “Okay, okay.”

After these two times, he knew he couldn’t run.

The opponent didn’t even use a gun, it could hit a few hundred meters, and he would never have a chance to run a few hundred meters.

As Julio walked hard to the fire, there was a noise from the door behind him.

He turned his head to look, and saw that the men who had come back with him had also come in, all looking frustrated and frightened.

Behind them, two men in the same gray and black hooded hoodie and hoodies held guns and motioned for them to stay aside.

The warehouse door closed, and Julio’s heart sank: It’s over, this is a catch.

Camilla watched these people walk aside, feeling the reflection of metal on the side.

Turning to look, she found the two throwing knives on the gate, she suddenly became interested, pulled it off and weighed it, and threw it at Link.

The shooter is more stable and coordinated than ordinary people, making her throwing basically accurate.

Link raised his hand and shook it lightly, catching the throwing knives that should have been brushed from both sides of his body, and inserting them into the sockets of his legs.

Julio completely gave up: Not to mention sitting here, the one at the door is obviously not easy to mess with.