The total population of Liberty Town was not as large as Bick had imagined.
Although the area of the rich area was large, it was barely more than 2,000 people. This included the people who provided services to the truly rich.
Most of them lived outside the rich area, but compared to the survivors living outside the town, they had at least one layer of wall protection.
Many of Liberty Town's people who worked outside the rich area had to leave the town at night and live in tents outside the wall.
Therefore, including the tents in the poor area, there were only 30,000 to 50,000 permanent residents in the whole town.
However, this way of life took up too much land area, moreover they worked in the town during the day. This had made Bick feel like there were hundreds of thousands of people living in the town.
However, now that Albert and the others had become blood slaves, there was no more secret in Liberty Town in Bick's eyes.
"Tens of thousands of survivors will have 5,000 guards. This strength seems pretty good. But can anyone explain why 80% of them are cold weapons? There are also these kinds of front-mounted muskets, and most of them are f*cking fire ropes?" Bick looked at the form provided by Albert, he was about to go crazy.
"Mr. William, there's nothing we can do!" Albert smiled bitterly. "Why did we develop into a town that relies on trade? It's because we don't have any other pillar industries. If we had an arms factory like Bullet Shell Town, or a grain production like Maple Syrup Town, who would want to be a passing god of wealth? We only collect business taxes!"
"Alright!" What else could Bick say? He could only shake his head helplessly.
At first, he thought that if he persisted for two months and let Emily deal with the remaining six council members of Liberty Town, he would be able to enjoy peace and wealth.
It seemed that he was thinking too much. With the precarious situation of Liberty Town, what was there to enjoy!
It was not an exaggeration at all. With the current strength of Liberty Town, it had not been merged by other survivor bases, nor was it submerged by the tide of corpses and the sweep of mutated beasts, Bick even felt that this place had been blessed by God.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain how Liberty Town had developed to its current scale.
Lack of food, lack of self-production of weapons, lack of energy... all the problems that could be thought of existed in Liberty Town.
"Let's put these things aside for now. You suggest in the council that we gather some good weapons and then send out a search team to find a level one mutant beast. We'll talk about it after this matter is settled." Bick simply threw all his worries to the side, he ordered Albert to gather the other members of the council for a meeting.
There were priorities, so they had to be resolved one by one.
Compared to the life and death of Liberty Town and its development, they had to make way for Kate.
In the Middle Ages, people like Bick would definitely be the kind of people who loved the country but not the beauty.
However, Bick had only been in Liberty Town for a few days, so how could he have any sense of belonging.
He did not follow Albert's suggestion to allow the fat monster not far away from the town to evolve. This was good enough for him to be worthy of the townspeople here.
He could not be supporting the entire town, could he?
Even if he had a system, it was not how he came to be a nanny for others.
There were many pitiful people in the wasteland world. Those who could be saved and helped, he would definitely help. However, it would not be to the extent of carrying everyone's fate on his shoulders.
Albert's actions were very fast, or rather the power of food was great enough.
With adequate food supply, the speed of manpower mobilization was beyond Bick's imagination.
In the wasteland world, there was nothing that could move people's hearts more than food, especially in the wilderness.
Of course, the black bread and canned lunch meat that Bick took out were not directly paid out as compensation.
Instead, they were sold through Albert's food system and exchanged for lower-priced nutrient supplies, which could fill more stomachs of the poor.
Rich people could also improve their quality of life, so it could be considered to be the best of both worlds.
After all, in the world before Bick's transmigration, where there were famines and wars, there was no mention of using lobsters or abalones as relief food.
In the wasteland world, the black bread and lunch meat with extremely high purity were much more precious than the lobsters and abalones before his transmigration.
Bick only provided a total of less than a ton, which fed more than half of the population of Liberty Town.
Gathering some truly "good" guns, the 800 people who were selected had a meal of black bread and lunch meat. They were divided into eight teams in a clockwise direction, with Liberty Town as the center, circling and searching outside.
They had to walk 300 miles and thoroughly search the surroundings of Liberty Town. Their target was a level-one mutated beast.
This mission could really be said to be of narrow escape.
Even if 100 people were all equipped with firearms, it would still be fine if they didn't encounter a mutated beast. When facing zombies and other survivors with ill intentions, they would have enough strength to protect themselves.
However, if they really encountered a level-one mutated beast, these 100 people would only be able to send a message back.
In fact, they might not even have the chance to send a message. The Liberty Town would then search in whichever direction the entire annihilated search party was to determine the location of the mutated beast.
It was very cruel, but these search parties were all hoping that they would be able to find the mutated beast.
It was because the bounty offered by Liberty Town was high enough, and there was still such precious food to eat before they set off. It was worth it!
In these days, human lives were really not worth it.
Sacrificing one of them in exchange for a year's worth of food and clothing for the whole family, everyone was willing to risk their lives.
Of course, these search teams were determined to die before they set off. Moreover, they wanted to exchange their lives for the location of the mutated beasts. This was something that Bick did not know.
Bick didn't have a direct concept of mutated beasts, although he knew that this thing was very powerful from many people's introductions.
However, in Bick's imagination, this thing was only at the level of those monster movies that he had seen before he transmigrated.
Jurassic Park, Skeleton Island... the most amazing thing was Godzilla!
But were these monsters so strong that they were undefeatable?
In every movie, they were still tortured by the humans.
If they didn't appear in crowded cities, how much threat could they pose to the humans?
However, Bick forgot that in those movies, the humans had a well-developed government and army.
The people in the wasteland did not have the combat and organizational strength to fly planes, tanks, missiles, and satellites.
Albert would not report the real situation to Bick. He could also see that Mr. William was somewhat benevolent.
There was no such thing as benevolence in the wasteland. It was the universal values of the wasteland.
Therefore, just as Bick was confused, the eight search teams set off fearlessly.
Bic thought that they would have to wait for a long time, but the news soon came back.
"What does the butcher mean by going berserk?" Bic looked at Albert, who was covered in cold sweat, and felt that things were a little out of control.