Wasteland Hideout: Upgrading from the Sewers

Chapter 38: Thug Prison, Khabar and Baku

In Masier's phone screen, the originally pitch-black streets became incredibly clear.

That drone was actually equipped with night vision cameras. She controlled the drone to carefully inspect the surroundings, confirmed there were no ambushes, and personally watched Yu Yuan's retreating figure disappear into the distance.

Only then did Masier recall the drone, quickly approach the wall corner, picked up the three packs of military rations, returned to Canchino No. 7, and without any visible effort, the door opened, allowing Masier to slip inside.

"What kind of person was that?" A somewhat weak voice sounded within the room.

Masier quickly moved to a screen mounted on the living room wall, operated it briefly with a few taps, then said softly, "I think I just saw the person who saved you?"

"You're saying that person just now was him?"

A wheelchair approached Masier, the voice trembling slightly.

If Yu Yuan were here, he would recognize that the person in the wheelchair was actually the missing Teardrop Mole Woman—Mona.

Though her body was still very weak, her wounds had clearly received careful treatment and bandaging. The biggest difference from before was probably the added madness and coldness in her eyes.

Masier's eyes showed a trace of concern."Sister Na, he somehow found out about me, and even lied saying he learned about me from Fedemon's notes. I didn't expose him. He wants to invest in my research, saying he'll deliver supplies tomorrow. Is he really trustworthy?"

Mona's gaze toward Masier softened slightly.

"Masier, don't let my situation influence your decisions. I can't turn back now. Once my injuries heal a bit more, I'll leave this place in a day or two. After that, you'll be you, and I'll be me. As for whether to trust him... that's entirely your decision."

"Sister Na, you're leaving here?" Masier grew anxious.

"It's too dangerous outside now, and you've just suffered such severe injuries..." Before she could finish, she saw Mona's eyes instantly turn ice-cold.

She immediately stopped speaking.

"That person was right... beasts... someone needs to send them to hell!" After saying this, the wheelchair retreated back into the darkness.

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Solon High-Security Prison.

Located in the eastern suburbs of Green Forest City, this was originally a strictly guarded, fully-equipped high-security prison, boasting not only comprehensive logistical support capabilities but even armed squads stationed around the prison responsible for armed suppression.

But now this prison had become a true Thug Prison, with even the peripheral armed forces and ammunition depots taken over by thugs, thoroughly armed to the teeth.

The added barbed wire and glass shards on Thug Prison's walls, along with the snipers and machine gunners stationed in watchtowers, filled the place with a murderous aura.

Yet inside the prison's common area, it was brightly lit.

Raiders surrounded the exercise yard, excitedly shouting and cheering.

This area had been transformed into an arena.

Inside the arena, five slaves held weapons, their faces full of fear yet madness as they charged toward the burly figure in the center.

Thump...

The burly figure saw this and merely revealed a ferocious grin.

Located in the eastern suburbs of Green Forest City, this was originally a strictly guarded, fully-equipped high-security prison, boasting not only comprehensive logistical support capabilities but even armed squads stationed around the prison responsible for suppressing force.

"Ahhh...."

The slave screamed in agony, but the surrounding raiders only grew more excited at the sight.

Some even stood directly on top of apocalypse vehicles, excitedly shouting: "Hammer! Hammer Habaar, invincible!!!"

The added barbed wire and glass shards on Thug Prison's walls, along with the snipers and machine gunners stationed in watchtowers, filled the place with a murderous aura.

"Haha!" Habaar showed a bloodthirsty smile upon hearing this, and simply swung the slave he was holding by the head toward the other four slaves.

Thump thump thump thump....

All four were knocked down, tumbling to the ground.

Immediately, Habaar looked at the slave in his hand, clenched his right fist, and punched directly at the slave's head.

Splat....

Amid everyone's cheers, Habaar threw the corpse in his hand aside like trash.

The other four slaves had already collectively 'fainted'.

Habaar took a towel handed by a subordinate, wiped himself briefly, then discarded the towel on the ground.

Someone already handed him a pre-cut cigar.

Habaar sat in a massive lounge chair.

"Those four guys, send them all to Victor tomorrow." After saying this, he took a deep drag of the cigar, the spicy, stimulating sensation rushing straight to his brain, and closed his eyes to savor it.

Behind him, a man who had been quietly watching the gladiatorial match from the beginning nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Already arranged, Warden!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four 'unconscious' slaves were already being dragged away, followed by others cleaning the arena, and new gladiatorial opponents taking the field, beginning bloody combat amid screams and cheers.

Habaar watched for a while, then glanced sideways at the man standing behind him, exhaled smoke, and said in a deep voice:

"Baku, tomorrow's matter, no problems, right?"

Baku heard this, his eyes curving into crescents, his right middle finger pushing against his glasses frame to adjust them slightly, a smile curling at his lips.

"Don't worry! Everything has been arranged properly. If the Black Shield Police Department dares to come, we'll definitely give them a surprise."

"Haha!"

Habaar laughed heartily, his large palm slapping heavily on Baku's shoulder.

"I knew entrusting these matters to you would be absolutely fine." He looked around, then leaned close to Baku's ear.

"Hey, I've said all along, you should be the warden, and I'll be your enforcer! These brainy things just annoy me to think about."

At this moment, Habaar didn't look at all like the leader of Thug Prison, but rather like someone forced into a position they didn't want.

But Baku shook his head slightly, looking seriously at Habaar.

"No, the warden can only be you. The outside world's perception of Thug Prison's leader can only be you. As for other matters, with me here... nothing will fall into chaos!"

"Fine, fine! I'm going to train." Habaar seemed to have expected this outcome long ago, waving his hand dismissively as he left.

And right after Habaar left, the previously roaring exercise yard instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze focused on that upright figure, but unlike the excitement and fervor they showed when looking at Habaar.

Their eyes when looking at Baku were filled with awe, obedience, and madness.

At that moment, a person wearing a dog leash was led out. Upon seeing Baku, they crawled on hands and knees, tongue out, with a fanatical expression, approaching Baku and rubbing their face repeatedly against his leather shoes.

Baku looked satisfied at his creation, raised his foot and stepped on the person's head.

"Did you leak tomorrow's transaction information?"

"Master, it has been done exactly as you instructed, leaked word for word."

Baku chuckled lightly upon hearing this, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold glint flashing as he looked into the empty space ahead.

"Heh~ I'm already eagerly looking forward to it! What to do~~"