In the dim underground space, in a tent made of canvas, three figures sat around a low table, one of whom was bald, holding an iron box in his left hand, and the other was ugly, but carrying a musket on his shoulder.

The last one was a two-headed man, but one of them had a foul head and emitted a foul smell. His shoulders seemed to have been mechanically modified to reveal a painted metal barrel.

The three of them are the bosses of Sanctuary No. 65, 66, and 67 underground.

"You must have heard of the matter about Shelter No. 72 underground, right?"

At the low table, the bald man spoke first, and said with a serious tone, "Wayne didn't know where he got a mechanical arm armor, and led more than 30 scavengers under him to rush around the garbage dump."

"Hmph! Just a lucky little guy."

The ugly man sneered and said disdainfully, ": Mad Dog Johnny is really ridiculous. He was killed by a group of little bastards. I thought this guy was a cruel person, but he ended up dead like this."

"Don't underestimate the 72 underground shelter."

At this time, the two-headed man suddenly spoke and said hoarsely, "As far as I know, the situation there seems to be something wrong. My subordinates even saw a mecha entering the underground shelter of 72 a month ago."

"Mecha? What a joke."

The ugly man shook his head and said, ": How could the big men in the floating city come to the wasteland continent, let alone enter underground shelters. They have always regarded us as ants and cockroaches."

"That's why I said that something is not right in the underground shelter 72."

The two-headed man looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "My subordinates will not deceive me. What must have happened in the shelter No. 72 underground. Although that guy Johnny, who is crazy, has always been strong and cannot be killed easily."

"And, I heard that the boss of Sanctuary No. 72 underground got a batch of genetic medicine from where he trained a large number of waste hunters!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The bald man shook his head and said, ": Even in the floating city, it is a precious material. If you want to inject it, you need to go through layers of competition. Shelter No. 72 is really lucky. If you get a batch of genetic medicine, how can you use it at will for your subordinates?"

"No matter what, please pay attention to this time."

The two-headed man looked gloomy and said, "I always feel that something is going to happen. No one wants to happen for the second time when Clark happened. The garbage dump is a resource point that our thirteen shelters have together, and no one can monopolize it."

"We each comment on this."

The bald man nodded and sneered, "If anyone wants to become the emperor of the garbage dump like Clark, then everyone will object. I don't believe that the little bastard in Sanctuary No. 72 underground dares to be enemies with twelve Sanctuary at the same time?"
Chapter completed!