It took Charlieson Manson a lot of time to reach an agreement with Vitoria. They are now somehow collaborators, after he helped the female barbarian find the warehouse used by immigrants to store their personal belongings.

Both Charlieson and Vitoria now know that those immigrants from the Third World probably will never have the chance to retrieve these personal belongings in their lives, because the immigration fleet has no destination at all.

The existing supply of the ship's large number of 'vegetatives' in static states is not enough, let alone wake them up and fill those stomachs with real food.

So the warehouse became a private warehouse for two people. Vitoria found a large number of rare wines brought to the spaceship by immigrants as souvenirs, while Charlesson tried to find useful weapons in this pile of garbage.

Nearly half of these private luggage belonged to the Ganges people. Of course, Charlesson had known for a long time that some of these Ganges were serious rebel members, and they would definitely find ways to secretly bring in a few weapons.

Hard work pays off. Charlieson Manson spent three days searching one luggage and finally found nineteen different parts in twelve different luggage, and assembled a pistol with ceramics and plastic as the main body. Judging from the remaining parts on hand, these Ganges people brought at least a submachine gun, but facing tens of thousands of luggage, he really couldn't get all the other parts together.

It is equipped with a gun magazine disguised as a personal terminal charging bag. This pistol is an electromagnetic weapon. As long as the energy is sufficient, it can theoretically shoot anything that can be stuffed into the barrel as a bullet.

The care of the Ganges people saved Charlieson a lot of trouble, at least the tools he had on hand could process bullets that met the standards.

Charlieson Manson knew that the New Chinese had hidden a lot of things from him, such as where did the light green nutrient solution come from? For example, what state is the fleet now? The New Chinese were busy every day but could not hide it from Charlieson's eyes, and something must have happened to the colonial ship itself.

He thought of secretly returning to the game world while Yang Yuefan entered the game world, but Vitoria refused to cooperate with him. Without Vitoria's cooperation, he could not even enter a cabin with a survival pole.

Yang Yuefan did not open relevant authority to Charlieson. His authority was limited to Class II cabins, that is, those unimportant cabins, such as canteens, non-important material storage warehouses, etc.

"According to my calculations, Yang Yuefan can generate an unknown energy shield equivalent to level five protective equipment." Vitoria and Charlieson sat in the cafeteria: "I have checked the weapon cabin. All equipment that may penetrate Yang Yuefan's shield can also penetrate the shell of the immigration ship. We are likely to face the situation of the cabin enclosure and oxygen exhaustion in combat."

"Do you think he has the ability to be similar to the sixth sense?" Charlieson asked back: "That big weapon is difficult to use even if you don't have an exoskeleton."

"He's better not, because I really know a warrior with this ability in the game. If Yang Yuefan is half difficult to deal with, we might as well surrender." Vitoria took out a fine wine pot in the Ganges style, took a sip and frowned: "I can never adapt to the wine of the Ganges people. Too much, they have no wine culture at all!"

Charlieson glanced at Vitoria and sighed. He felt that he would never see through this woman. He could not tell whether the other party was confident and confident to kill Yang Yuefan in the most extreme situation, or whether to live a day with the idea of ​​having fun in time.

"Drink less, otherwise the medical warehouse won't save you." Charlieson picked up his plate and walked to the automatic food vending machine to brush his fingerprints, and chose a nutritional package. As a result, what was left in the food vending machine was a green paste, which looked like ice cream.

The slender strips of 'ice cream' were piled into disgusting shapes on Charlieson's plate, and it also emitted a faint stench. Charlieson frowned: "What is this?"

When Vitoria saw Charlieson walking back with a plate of green 'baba', she immediately protected her plate. Although there was only a plate of pitiful synthetic meat sandwiches on the plate, they were compared with the thing on Charlieson's plate, just like the three-star Michelin chefs made it.

Charlieson frowned and stared at the things on the plate, and was reluctant to leave his mouth: "The food vending machine told me that all personnel below level three only supply a small amount of food every day, and all the rest is replaced by this synthetic meal replacement."

"It's so pitiful." Vitoria shook her head and ate her sandwich at the speed of wind storm: "I happen to be a second-level person, and don't expect you to share anything from my plate."

Charlieson looked at Vitoria's arms as thick as his thighs, gave up his immature idea, stirred the green synthetic meal replacement with a spoon, and took a bite with his eyes closed. Unexpectedly, the thing tasted much better than it looked.

"The supply reserves on the ship are so tight?" Charlieson tried again to tell the samurai: "Even the food supply for us is deducted?"

Vitoria looked at Charlieson eating all the disgusting things on the plate in two bites, and said with some difficulty: "Yang Yuefan told me before that we entered a certain black barrier zone, without communication signals, solar wind, gravitational waves, all auxiliary energy sources are in standby state, and we can only use the most cost-effective synthetic food to replace natural food."

"This thing should be similar to the ingredients of the new nutrient solution. I can understand that the nutrient solution is not sufficient, but is the food reserves really so tight? I suspect that the new Chinese science officials deliberately targeted me." Charlieson carefully looked at the last spoon of food, as if he wanted to find some secret in it: "They probably want to see if eating this thing for a long time will make me turn green and shine in the future."

"He's quite smart." In a monitoring room, several people wearing scientific officials' uniforms commented: "Remember to collect his excrement every day. We need to analyze what components are involved in energy transfer after metabolism."
Chapter completed!