If he hadn't been afraid of offending Lin An, he would have wanted to cross the war zone at this moment. He could have just bumped into Lin An and died in front of Lin An, and the blood would be splashed on the robber's face!
"Lin An, it's not that I don't promise you, you want too much."
"For the sake of us being human beings, can we do it a little less?"
"On behalf of the survivors of the Soviet-Russian war zone, thank you!!"
Suppressing the grief and anger in his heart, Tyer replied in a low voice, feeling extremely complicated.
A few seconds later, it was discovered that Lin An sent another message as if he had not seen it:
"Oh, no need to thank you."
"The transaction requires a contract to be signed, and you have to bear the reputation of purchasing the contract yourself. Including the energy of cross-regional transactions on transport ships, you have to bear it yourself."
"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Seeing Lin Bapi's condition of making up for it again, Taier almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
His mood collapsed, he clenched his fists with a ferocious expression and took a deep breath:
"No!"
"Lin An! We really don't have that many! It's up to you to save your life!"
The jar was broken, and the soldiers stationed on the defense line not far away looked at his face changing in surprise, and many people were even more worried.
For some reason, they always felt that Tyr, the leader of their safe zone, was about to be driven crazy.
On the other side, Lin An frowned slightly as he looked at Tai Er's cheating reply.
Is it a lot? In fact, he felt that he didn't want much. After all, the information on the equipment was just information, and that thing wouldn't be in his hands for a while.
But looking at Tyre like this, he knows that delaying for one second means one less person will have to run away.
I'm afraid, I really can't afford so much.
Sighing, Lin An shook his head regretfully, and after thinking for a moment, he replied calmly:
"Then reduce the conditions by half. I can allow you to use awakened people instead of supplies."
"A Level 3 person helps me with one shot, and it counts as one piece of equipment or two fruits."
"If you don't agree, then there's no need to talk."
There was no other way. Since Tire or the Soviet theater was so poor, he could only consider the Awakened.
If we encounter different space mutants or other zombies again in the future, we can "call" third-level workers, which is not too bad after thinking about it.
Anyway, it's not my third level, so I won't feel bad if I die.
After a while, Tyer gritted his teeth as he looked at Lin An's request, which was like selling her body.
Forced by the situation, he could only shout with grief and anger:
"make a deal!"
After all, those two short words seemed to drain all his strength.
After sending the message, he felt his eyes go dark and looked at his companions fighting in the distance in a daze.
The communication that lasted just a few minutes was like walking through hell.
This is not the disaster of Chita, this is clearly
Lin'an Disaster.
Chapter completed!