Chapter 372: First attempt to contact the official

Qu Baoguo took out the radio from his bag and handed it to Fifth Master, giving him some instructions on what to pay attention to.

Then he walked away alone, leaving the space to Fifth Master.

He knew Fifth Master had selfish motives, but it was only human nature; Qu Baoguo only hoped Fifth Master wouldn’t anger Liang Yu.

With Qu Baoguo’s warning, Fifth Master, though anxious, did not immediately contact Liang Yu.

He understood the saying, “Haste makes waste.”

Meanwhile, after enjoying his bath, Liang Yu found Lan Ling, and the two discussed the profound mysteries of biology.

Eventually, Lan Ling fell asleep while studying, and only then did Liang Yu stop.

After leaving the room, Liang Yu returned to the long-unvisited cockpit; it was less a cockpit and more his personal office.

In the brightly lit cockpit, Liang Yu sat in the pilot’s seat, his virtual screen desktop cluttered with folders, giving him a headache.

He reclined in the chair, focused, his hands rapidly typing in the air.

Files flowed past his fingertips, then were placed into their corresponding folders, recording various past events and secret information.

Finally, all the data was organized; Liang Yu’s virtual screen desktop, except for the last file, had everything placed where it should be.

Liang Yu straightened up, rubbed his sore neck, then slowly raised his head, stretched his body, and focused his gaze on that last file.

He had deliberately left this file for last, for no other reason than he had an idea that he needed to verify.

Liang Yu was also a bit nervous at this moment, as he was about to face the entire official government.

Liang Yu froze in the pilot’s chair, his raised hand suspended in the air, as if under a petrification spell.

At this moment, he was extremely anxious, constantly thinking about contacting the official government, but his actions abruptly stopped.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify, not a hint of wind, so quiet that he could hear his own rapid breathing.

He frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

Wanting to contact the official government was a natural thought, but at this moment, it became an insurmountable problem.

His gaze was somewhat vacant as he looked into the distance, his thoughts jumbled.

It had been so long since the disaster; they had been out of contact with the official government for over two months.

This long period was like a chasm, separating him from the official government.

The familiar contact methods of the past now seemed obscured by a fog, impossible to recall.

Those channels that he once used effortlessly vanished without a trace in this moment of panic.

He lay in the chair, as if stuck in quicksand, wanting to struggle but unable to find a foothold, only able to try and calm himself in this silence, attempting to sort out a clue to contact the official government from his chaotic thoughts.

Helplessly, Liang Yu could only lock the Satellite onto the position of the imperial capital, to see if he could find any clues there.

However, when Liang Yu saw the scene of the imperial capital, he was slightly shocked.

Although most areas had become ruins, there were six or seven Survivor bases built against the mountains.

And the appearance of the bases Liang Yu saw was only the tip of the iceberg.

Around the bases lay countless corpses of Underground Monsters, Zerg, and mutated creatures, scattered haphazardly.

Having found the other party, things became much simpler.

Liang Yu had the system directly invade the official government’s communication channel, and once connected, Liang Yu began to greet them.

“Hello, hello!”

“Is anyone there?”

However, the official government’s communication channel was eerily quiet.

After trying for a while, Liang Yu suddenly realized that this official government communication channel might have been abandoned.

This made him anxious for a moment; if he revealed himself directly, Liang Yu didn’t know the other party’s attitude.

Although there was a high probability he would be safe, he wasn’t going to join them but to understand things from the official government.

If he went in with that identity, what right would he have to know anything? They wouldn’t even look at him.

If he insisted on seeing a leader, he might be considered a spy or traitor and be dragged away for torture.

He tried many other methods, but after he initiated contact, there was no response from the official government, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

Liang Yu also had a headache; since he couldn’t proactively contact the official government, he could only turn proactive into passive.

He directly opened access to a Satellite and sent messages to several Survivor bases in the imperial capital, waiting for them to come to him.

Just then, the radio in Liang Yu’s pants pocket suddenly crackled with static.

He knew Qu Baoguo had something to tell him.

Since he had nothing to do at the moment, Liang Yu answered again.

However, when he heard the voice from the other end of the radio, he was slightly stunned; it wasn’t Qu Baoguo, but a much older voice.

After hearing the other party’s self-introduction, Liang Yu remembered that such a person seemed to exist.

Was he called Fifth Master?

Fifth Master’s voice, tinged with anxiety and fatigue, came through the radio waves, cautiously asking if he could provide them with ammunition supplies.

He frowned and thought for a moment; it had only been a few days since the last resupply, and it was already used up?

At Liang Yu’s inquiry, Fifth Master reported the details of the ammunition consumption to Liang Yu, along with a vivid description of their counterattack against the Underground Monsters.

To Liang Yu, this was completely useless chatter; he had no desire to communicate with him, and even began to compare, finding him not at all as concise and efficient as Qu Baoguo.

Finally, he directly told Fifth Master:

“Let Qu Baoguo speak.”

“You talk too much.”

“Bow out and scram!!!”

At this moment, Fifth Master’s face was flushed with anger.

He had thought his emotional and logical narration would evoke empathy from Liang Yu.

At the same time, he had someone call Qu Baoguo over.

While waiting, he reflected, because Fifth Master truly hadn’t expected such a reaction from the other party.

It seemed he needed to change his approach next time.

After a few minutes, Qu Baoguo rushed over, anxious and flustered.

When he looked at Fifth Master, the latter handed the radio back to him.

Qu Baoguo knew it wasn’t the right time, so he didn’t say much and began to communicate with Liang Yu.

Liang Yu directly asked this time:

“I’ll give you a choice: weapons and ammunition, or a safe refuge.”

Liang Yu’s every word was understandable to him, but when put together, he couldn’t quite grasp Liang Yu’s meaning.

And Liang Yu only mentioned these two things: one was weapons and ammunition, and the other was a safe refuge.

Leaving aside weapons and ammunition, what was that “safe refuge” thing?

This refuge had no details, just a few simple words.