I'm playing Frostpunk in Arknights

"Cult?"

Alina was a little angry about this statement, but Gatlin was new here and could understand that he had not seen the power of Mr. Generator. The fanatical scene of the infected just now was indeed easy to be misunderstood.

"I think you have seen the Generator," Alina explained patiently, "Please think about it, why would such a huge building appear here?"

Gatlin thought for a while, "It seems that it has been abandoned, and you just took it for yourself."

Well...!!!

Alina's smile became even bigger, and the anger that was extinguished in her heart seemed to be rekindled, "Haha, you are really a joke. But why hasn't such a huge building been recycled?"

Gatlin answered easily, "Because it has no value for reuse, and dismantling it will waste a lot of manpower, so it was thrown here by the masters."

Alina clenched her fists. This guy is really stubborn and does not accept the existence of Mr. Generator at all!

"But look at these houses around the generator..."

Wang Zhan knew that this would never end. "Okay, Alina, tell him that the generator will give him a warm place to stay, enough food, and warm clothes in a few days."

He remembered that Gatlin was a doctor by profession. Judging from the capable dress of the middle-aged man with bear ears, he should be able to read. "And take him to the workstation."

"Well, I said that the building you call the generator is just not ready for recycling... You used the materials inside and around it to build these houses."

Gatlin stopped talking when he saw the little deer in front of him, and told him what treatment and workplace he would be provided here.

Gatlin was a little surprised. Why did he feel like he had just started working? Hiss... Is what this kid said true?

"Workstation? But I'm a doctor," Gatlin looked at the blue tent behind the camp. This color combination is obviously related to medical treatment. "Look, that's where I should be."

"Can you read?"

Gatlin nodded, "I went to school in the city before."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gatlin," Alina replied readily, "Because the workstation is short of staff and there are no patients who need treatment, please go to the workstation to work."

"Okay," Gatlin can tolerate the mismatch of professions, "Workstation Where is it? I can work now. "

Alina led Gatlin to the workstation, and he looked up at the top of the workstation, "Your research institute is so strange, but it looks pretty cool."

Alina pushed open the door, and Gatlin followed in. He saw the typewriter at the other end of the first floor at a glance, "You are still using such an ancient machine..."

"No, this house," Gatlin could hear the sound of current flowing through the wire, the mechanical transmission shaft on the roof was spinning rapidly, and the delicate gear structure was exposed to the air, as if playing music between stillness and movement.

The sound of the counterweight rising finally made him feel a little familiar, but the noise upstairs made him unable to distinguish.

"Fuck!"

How could such a rough but delicate thing really exist?!

Alina hummed with satisfaction, "I'll go get the blueprints of the textile factory and tents. You can come upstairs with me to say hello to your colleagues."

Gatlin coughed a few times, and his dead fish-like eyes added a bit of brilliance, "Wonderful, such a backward structure is running harmoniously."

Alina really wanted to punch him. This person made her feel uncomfortable since they met.

"I'm interested in this job," Gatlin saw that the conveyor stopped on the first floor, "Elevator? No, it has no door."

"I'll take you up."

Alina walked out of the workstation and stepped quickly on the wooden plank road. Every step was accompanied by a heavy creaking sound. Wang Zhan saw that she was in a bad mood. Maybe Gatlin had really offended her.

"Alina, has Gatlin been arranged? Please deal with this stubborn guy."

Alina came back to her senses, "Sorry, I made a fool of myself." Although that guy made her very angry, he did help Mr. Zhan. She reluctantly forgave this guy's arrogance and rudeness.

"What do you need me to do? I have got the blueprints of the tent and the textile factory."

According to Wang Zhan's plan, another textile factory needs to be built, and because of Gatlin's arrival, the number of people has reached 131, just one more person.

For this one person, he must build a new tent, that is, a camp.

"Very good, has Carl set off?"

"Well, after confirming that there will be no riots at the generator, he set off."

Such subordinates are really worry-free.

"Alina!"

Alina looked at the north side of the canyon, and Talullah ran all the way back to the tower. She shouted at Alina, "Storm! A violent storm is coming!"

"I know! Take a breath, don't tire yourself out," Alina, holding the blueprint, asked Talullah to support her, and Talullah in front of her breathed heavily. She must come up with a way to deal with it before the storm comes!

"Mr. Generator knew the storm was coming when you left."

Talulah was very surprised. Even the well-informed black market merchants knew about it not long ago, but Mr. Generator stationed here knew it long ago?

"We need to formulate countermeasures..."

In the worst case, we may need to leave the canyon.

"Mr. Generator has formulated countermeasures," Alina thought for a while and told Talulah all of Wang Zhan's decisions.

These decisions all depend on Mr. Generator's own ability... Talulah found that what the infected needed to do was just to complete the indicators he said.

Mr. Generator is really reliable and meets the needs of the infected. The most important thing is to increase the temperature and range of the generator, which means that everyone can enjoy the warmth of the generator. "It's a bit beyond my expectation. I rushed back without stopping, but I didn't expect you to have solved it."

"Are you a little unwilling? Tallulah."

The little deer in front of her joked. Tallulah knew that she would make people feel mean sometimes, "No, I'm happy that I can put some burdens on my shoulders."

With Mr. Generator, it is not impossible to fight this storm...

No, it must be possible. Since the infected chose to believe in the Generator, she must help Mr. Generator turn all his promises into reality until everyone survives the storm!

"You choose to believe in Mr. Generator," Alina saw that Tallulah was much more relaxed, "Let's work together."

Tallulah agreed, "By the way, Mr. Patriot knows! Even if the guerrillas have Frost Star, it is still difficult to survive this storm."

"Mr. Generator has also considered it. Carl has already contacted them."

The guerrillas may have been fighting with the garrison. The worst case is that they are deeply trapped in the battle and cannot get out. Talulah thought about it and thought that the garrison might have known about the storm, so there shouldn't be such a fight. The garrison might be busy gathering and moving south. The generator also needs to be patrolled more in the next few days. It's better to let the patrollers be careful not to expose the location of the generator.