Food? Enough!

"Since you need a level one mutated beast, Mr. William, why not let it evolve!" Albert finally voiced his thoughts. As long as he let the fat monster go for another month or two, he could easily obtain a real mutated beast.

Moreover, during this period of time, it could also provide an endless supply of fat.

Bick subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that his throat was a little dry.

In his heart, he also had a deeper understanding of these true leaders of the wasteland.

The location of the fat monster was not too far away from Liberty Town.

If the fat monster was allowed to evolve there and become a real mutated beast, then...

Perhaps, even Liberty Town might be destroyed in an instant.

"No!" Bick immediately objected to this suggestion. "Send out all your men and search for a mutated beast that is far enough away from Liberty Town, then we'll go and hunt it! If you don't have enough people, then recruit people from outside the town to become mercenaries. Use a sea of people to cover the entire wasteland!"

Bick did not want thousands of people to risk being slaughtered for his own interests.

Even if he wasted some time and spent more manpower and resources, he did not want to destroy his conscience.

Hearing Bick's refusal, Albert and the others opened their mouths, but they were relieved.

Speaking of which, who wouldn't want to have a benevolent leader? The superiors who were cruel to others as well as themselves, who would be the next person they sacrificed? Would it be their loyal subordinates?

Logically speaking, this meeting was perfect enough. The rest of the things should be done as they should be.

Everyone did their jobs. Bick continued to stay in the Paradise Hotel for another two months.

When all the seven members of the Liberty Town Council became blood slaves, Bick would no longer have to sneak around and be crowned king in Liberty Town.

Therefore, Bick waved his hand and wanted Albert and the other two to do what they were supposed to do.

Unfortunately, things did not go as expected. Bick had taken things too easy.

It was not easy to be the boss of someone.

Albert, who controlled the food and communications of Liberty Town, was now facing a very serious problem. Liberty Town didn't have sufficient food supply!

Otherwise, Bick wouldn't have been able to earn tens of thousands of energy points from the black bread and canned lunch meat he sold to the exchange.

On the surface, Cook was able to use his identity as the chief cook of the Northern Federation and receive preferential treatment in the rich areas without anyone suspecting him. It was also mainly due to the food crisis in Liberty Town.

As a cook who could mix different flavors of nutrient supply, he became a distinguished guest in the upper echelons of Liberty Town. Naturally, no one doubted him.

If there was not enough food, everyone would use nutrient supply. This was very logical.

However, Senator Albert's identity was at risk.

It was not even a month later when Emily moved out again and converted the other three senators.

The reason why he took the risk to control the fat monster not far from Liberty Town was to obtain the convenience of fat.

Now that the fat monster had the possibility of evolving again, and Bick didn't want to let it truly evolve into a level one mutant beast, he had to carry out the council's decision and killed it directly.

However, after losing the source of a large amount of fat from the fat monster, the food crisis in Liberty Town became even more serious.

Even the nutrient supply, the last assurance, was gone.

Without sufficient food, not only did Albert lose his status as a councilman, Liberty Town was also in danger of collapsing.

If it was just Albert's status changing, it would be fine. This guy was already an unexpected surprise. Bick could at most wait for another two months. No matter who took over, they would eventually become blood slaves.

However, if Liberty Town collapsed and the survivors went to other places to settle down, what was the use of having a few dummy senators?

"In other words, if we kill the fat monster now, not only will we have to continue searching for a level one mutated beast, but the source of the fat in Liberty Town town will also be cut off immediately!" Bick was a little dumbfounded. He felt that this broken town was really problematic with one problem after another.

"That's right. The food in Liberty Town has always been insufficient. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many townspeople who were rejected. We also know that manpower is precious, but there's nothing we can do about it. If we don't choose the fat monster, in terms of efficiency, if we want to find the mutated beast in a short period of time, a search team of hundreds to thousands of people is really essential." Albert shrugged.

He now felt the benefits of being a subordinate. In the past, he was responsible for all these troubles as a member of Parliament. Who asked him to be in charge of food and communication?

Now, with a superior, it immediately became much easier.

To recruit manpower, the food itself was not enough. If we don't recruit people from outside the town, we won't be able to find any traces of the mutated beast in a short period of time.

Bick hesitated for a moment and slammed hard on the table. "If there is no source of fat, we will not give the lower-class townspeople nutrition supplements. Everyone will eat bread and lunch meat! We will recruit survivors from outside the town to participate in the search. We will also pay them black bread and lunch meat."

Albert and the other two were shocked by Bick's words. Then, they did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Especially Albert. He had once read a history book from the Far East. It said that there was a king who was not very smart. When the country was in famine, he told the ministers that since there was no food to eat, why did the starving people not drink meat soup?

Now, Bick's words seemed to be exactly the same as the thought of the silly king. Only those who didn't understand the suffering of the people would say this.

"Mr. William, the black bread and lunch meat that you sold to the exchange last time was barely enough for an adult to eat for a month. This food is worth tens of thousands of energy points, you..." Albert tried to explain in a tactful tone, but soon, he could not continue.

It was because Bick had actually pulled out several huge backpacks beneath the small wine cabinet in the corner of the living room. One of them seemed to be too full and could not be zipped at all. It was pulled out just like that with an opening. The black bread and lunch meat inside kept falling out of the backpacks as Bick dragged them.

Gulp... The sound of gulping could be heard. Albert, Old Bob, and Cook were all stunned.

The three of them knew very well what so much bread and lunch meat meant.

It was just like in the peaceful world before Bick's transmigration. When someone suddenly carried a few large backpacks of gold, silver, and jewelry, whoever saw it would be shocked beyond words.

"I will arrange for people to bring in a steady stream of black bread and lunch meat of the same quality. You guys can do whatever you want!" Bick waved his hand boldly. "My request is very simple. Solve the problem with the fat monster as soon as possible. We can't let Liberty Town collapse. We also have to find a mutated beast as soon as possible!"

With a large amount of food as their backing, Albert and the other two were immediately filled with fighting spirit.

What was lacking in the wasteland was non-polluting food. As long as they had enough food, what could they not do?