I cultivate mushrooms in warhammer

The little mutants chattered away, revealing all the information they knew.

According to them, the Water-Collecting Gang had been frantically collecting water purification equipment within the ruins, seizing water sources and causing considerable casualties.

They controlled nearly a third of the water sources within the ruins, while also sweeping up the easily recoverable water purification equipment.

Not long ago, they began infiltrating the Eighth District, stealing abandoned water purification equipment.

The theft of the water purification equipment from the abandoned distillery was basically confirmed to be the work of the Water-Collecting Gang.

So, how did the Water-Collecting Gang know there was water purification equipment to steal in the abandoned distillery?

The little mutants couldn't provide an answer, and this question became the first point of doubt.

Another point of doubt was that the Water-Collecting Gang had somehow obtained an antique locomotive driven by a steam boiler.

This locomotive was both their vehicle for transporting water purification equipment and used to transport purified water.

That's right, the Water-Collecting Gang was selling water.

They used the recovered water purification equipment to purify water, and then sold the purified water through the abandoned railway.

Their clientele was not limited to the residents of the ruins, but also included buyers from the Eighth District.

Lino and Wick had reason to believe that the buyers might point to the Mending Pope body hidden in the Eighth District.

"Little friends, do you know when the people from the Water-Collecting Gang will pass by here again?" Lino asked.

The little mutants were happily eating mushrooms, chirping and responding.

"I don't know, it's been 9 days since they last passed by here."

"I know, I know! They usually make a round trip every 6 to 9 days. Every time they pass by, their old car shakes my little nest apart, it's so annoying."

A round trip every 6 to 9 days, and the last time they passed was 9 days ago, wouldn't that mean they could catch those guys today?

Lino and Wick exchanged glances and nodded to each other.

Lino took out the remaining mushrooms from his pocket and distributed them to the little mutants as a reward.

Before long, the food in the iron bucket was finished.

The little mutants banged on the iron door, conveying some kind of code to the inside, waved their arms to bid farewell to Lino and Wick, and scurried off towards the ruins.

The chef who had brought the food earlier heard the knock and came to take back the iron bucket.

Lino and Wick guarded the door, scaring him so much that he almost dropped the iron bucket and ran away.

Mainly, Wick's appearance was too shocking, he might as well have had the words "I'm a desperado" engraved on his forehead.

Fortunately, the two of them stopped the chef's escape in time with a laser pistol, otherwise they might have really let him slip back inside.

"Big brothers, please don't kill me," the chef begged, trembling.

Wick put away his gun, raised his hand and placed it on the other man's shoulder, "Don't be nervous, pal, we just want to ask you about the Water-Collecting Gang."

After the gun was moved away, the chef should have relaxed a little, but instead he showed unusual vigilance.

His breathing frequency remained high, his eyes occasionally darting towards the iron door, and his feet fidgeted restlessly, as if trying to take the opportunity to escape.

Lino came between the chef and the iron door, crossed his arms and stood in place, blocking the chef's path with his sturdy body.

The chef's face immediately fell, and he said with a mournful expression:

"I don't know anything about the Water-Collecting Gang, really. I haven't encountered them before."

"Oh? Is that so?" Wick smiled:

"Do I need to remind you what the Water-Collecting Gang does? They stole expensive water purification equipment from the Eighth District. If someone knows something and doesn't report it, and happens to be caught by the enforcers, what do you think will happen? This person will be judged as an accomplice to the bandits and eventually become a guest of the gallows. Do you like that ending, pal?"

The chef wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"We're just buying water from the Water-Collecting Gang, it's not that serious, is it?"

Wick's smile faded, and his voice turned cold:

"When is their next delivery? How long will they stay here?"

The chef stammered:

"Th-they'll be here in about half an hour. We load the empty buckets onto the car, then unload the buckets filled with purified water, and then they'll drive that noisy steam locomotive to the next stop. Don't make things difficult for me, please, doing business with the Water-Collecting Gang is the boss's idea."

Wick hooked his arm around the chef's shoulder, "Let's go talk to your boss."

"Creak~~"

The iron door closed, and the three men and a bucket disappeared inside, the lights all retracted, and the railway returned to silence and darkness.

Half an hour later, a low rumble grew closer.

The huge noise of the steam boiler reverberated within the enclosed railway space, and the poorly maintained rails groaned under the heavy wheels of the steam locomotive.

"Pshhhhh—"

The wheels rubbed against the rails, and the steam locomotive stopped near the back door of the tavern, followed by three carriages made of various scrap iron.

Nine figures got off the locomotive.

They wore automatic guns on their chests, black leather jackets with bulletproof plastic inserts, and their exposed skin was covered with tattoos.

Eight people walked to the first carriage and unloaded three large water buckets.

One person came to the back door of the tavern and knocked on the iron door with the knuckle duster on his fist:

"Hey! Come out and take delivery! Hurry up!"

The observation window on the iron door was opened by someone behind the door.

A pair of eyes popped out, quickly surveying the gang member equipped with an automatic gun, and slowly pushed open the iron door.

The gang member stepped aside, waving impatiently and urging:

"Hurry! Hurry! Don't dawdle! We're very busy today!"

"Pew—"

A crimson laser pierced through the gap in the door, shooting towards the gang member at the entrance, piercing his temple and leaving a round hole emitting a burnt smell.

The sudden laser stunned the remaining eight people, and it took them a full two seconds to realize they were under attack.

Those two seconds cost most of them their lives.

Wick rushed out from inside the door like a wild beast, picking up the corpse at the entrance to shield himself, and continuously pulled the trigger of the pocket-sized laser pistol with his other hand.

"Pew~ Pew~"

Two beams accurately shot through the foreheads of two gang members.

The third gang member was about to fire back, but saw a man rushing out of the door, holding a gun in his right hand and holding his left hand flat.

The man only swiped his left hand in the air, and the living gang members lost focus in their eyes, standing blankly in place, becoming lambs to the slaughter.

Wick pulled the trigger again, rapidly shooting and killing the gang members.

He threw aside the corpse he was using as a shield, pounced in the air, pressed the last person under him, and raised his hand and slammed it on the other person's carotid sinus.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the gang member fell unconscious.

Wick stood up, quickly searched inside and outside the carriage, and after confirming that there were no new enemies, came to Lino, his eyes flashing with surprise:

"Your ability is really amazing, no wonder you were favored by the Governor."

Lino smiled, "Not at all, your skills and marksmanship are much better than mine."

This was Lino's sincere words.

He had just wanted to control all nine enemies, but he never thought that Wick would crush them as soon as he made a move.

It seemed that Wick hadn't been bragging earlier, he really had the ability to deal with criminals equipped with firearms.

The two closed the back door of the tavern and cleaned up the scene as quickly as possible.

Here, we have to give a thumbs up to laser weapons, they are definitely the golden partner of special agents.

The surface of the wound was burned and charred by the laser, and there wasn't even a drop of blood at the scene, which undoubtedly saved the trouble of cleaning up blood stains.