Section 44: Disorder

The area of ​​the sixth shed on the south side of the town is slightly larger than that of the ordinary rooms.

On the top of the low partition wall, several slender iron wires and wooden strips were pulled, which intersected each other, forming an irregular net.

Each mesh is hung with clothes. The dust on the surface is dusted off, the buckle on the back collar and the pattern on the chest, and you can occasionally see famous high-end products from the old era such as "Versace" or "Mengtejiao". However, they are dirty and old. The pulp fibers completely lose the fabric's strength and elasticity. With a little force, you can tear open countless small cracks.

In contrast, those new era clothing made of canvas, with thick stitches and poor handmade, are much more practical.

A thin old man sat behind the counter, holding a homemade single-tube gunpowder gun in his hand like a dry firewood. The black muzzle and the vigilant eyes cooperated with each other, and always stayed highly alert to look at every customer entering the store.

Lin Xiang took a fancy to a light black romper work suit, which was priced at 300 yuan. Although it was not new, it was very dirty.

Bargaining was a very normal business behavior in the old era.

Holding the bills rolled into a ball of money in his hand, Lin Xiang pointed to his clothes.

"Three hundred, no divalent." The old man's stubborn face was harder than a stone. His vigilant eyes had turned into hostility.

"Can you lose some..." Lin Xiang urgently needed a set of clothes.

"Get out if you don't have money--" Before he finished speaking, the old man had already widened his eyes and raised his gun and pointed it at his head.

Very rude language, very direct, simple and effective.

Shaking his head, Lin Xiang chose to turn around and leave.

If you stay for a few more seconds, the old man will pull the trigger of the gunpowder gun without hesitation.

At the distant street intersection, a few ragged clothes and lustful and excited refugees dragged an eleven or two-year-old girl into the deep alley. The cruel laughter and impulsive shouts drowned out the tender and sharp screams, and the weak whimpered more and more stimulated the violent atmosphere. The high-pitched laughter and the noise that was difficult to distinguish the meaning became the only sound that permeated the air.

No one cares about what happened. In their opinion, this kind of thing is normal.

A few hours later, the completely satisfied men began to walk out of the alley in groups of three or three from the alley. Everyone was holding a piece of fresh meat in their hands. Several particularly thick guys even carried their complete thighs and the entire cut arm. Blood penetrated out of the flesh and dripped onto the pale and tender broken skin surface, which looked extremely dazzling.

At supper, the tempting aroma of barbecue and soup drifted from many shacks along the street.

Sitting in the corner of the leeward, Lin Xiang's eyes never left the blood-soaked alley.

It was a dead end without an exit.

The girl who was dragged into it did not appear after all.

Three days later, Lin Xiang, who had saved enough money, bought enough clothes.

The increase in the number of transactions has made Fatty Zhu Hao talk more.

Rock Town is a small settlement. Compared with the refugee tribes in the wilderness, the hotels, taverns, clinics, and grocery shops here attract a large number of outsiders. Of course, the rules of the town are similar to those in the wilderness, and anyone can get what they want. As long as you have enough power, it is fine.

There is no law in this world.

Lin Xiang, who has a preliminary understanding of the survival of the new world, urgently needs a weapon that is powerful enough.

Zhu Hao has a detailed list of purchases of supplies. Lin Xiang skipped the list of items such as machetes and daggers on the list and pointed directly to the top of the paper page.

There is only one project there - an 18.5mm double-barrel shotgun.

This is the best weapon you can buy in Rock Town.

"One thousand five hundred yuan, six rounds of bullets are included. If you need extra ammunition, each round of fifty yuan."

"Yixianju" is not a professional arms dealer. While purchasing meat, he also does some extra exchange business. Zhu Hao himself is not the boss, he is just an employee arranged by the company in Yanshi Town. This is already the most reasonable price he can give.

There are not many things listed on the list, but they are very telling.

The most common rifle bullet, the order price is 10 yuan per piece.

The meat that a strong adult picks is about fifty kilograms. At the purchase price of 2 cents, it can only be sold for the same amount at most. If the hunting target is thinner and the meat is less, then it will not even be enough.

Hunting with guns and bullets is a luxury for rich people.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have chosen to buy a gun. Instead, I saved up 10,000 yuan and went to the city for injections." Zhu Hao suddenly said something surprising to him.

"inject?"

The surprise in Lin Xiang's eyes gave the human meat buyer great psychological satisfaction. He slowly walked to the window with his thick belly, and pointed the street outside with his thick fingers: "After walking along the road to the west, you can reach the city of Flame. There are many types of injections that can change your physique. There are many types and the price varies. As far as I know, injections worth ten thousand yuan are the cheapest, which can prevent you from being infected by mutated organisms. Judging from your skills, it is much more cost-effective than buying a gun."

"Mutual?" Lin Xiang finally heard a noun that he had once been familiar with.

"It's the guys who are in the ruins and live by picking up garbage." Zhu Hao obviously has no good feelings for the mutant: "They are covered with viruses, and people who have not received injections are easily infected. Hehehehe! Then again, as long as they do not enter their sphere of influence, these dirty creatures will not take the initiative to attack us..."

The dark night gradually enveloped the Rock Town.

Whenever this happens, the bar is the busiest place in the town.

The dim light projected from the open door to the dark streets, the noisy voices and vulgar yelling mixed together, simple music and violent metal collisions were paired together, the smell of alcohol and inferior tobacco was almost suffocating, and the exposed-clad dancer swayed and twisted his body between the steel pipes. Although the women in the town were not very good at all, in the eyes of men with strong hormone secretion, it was enough to let the excited body vent wildly.

Curled in the corner of the wooden boards and walls, Lin Xiang slowly ate a simple dinner.

The bread is rough in texture and covered with black wheat grains. Although the taste is poor, the price is barely acceptable.

The water brought from the well has been drunk. The water contained in the plastic bottle is purchased from a bakery at a price of two yuan per liter. In this world full of radiation, water is also a scarce resource.

In addition to these, he also bought half a kilogram of sweet potatoes. This uneven tuber is the cheapest food in Rock Town except for black bread.

The human flesh buyer gave him a rough understanding of the world.

Mutants still exist. They seem to change their habits of violence and bloodthirsty, but they shrink into the ruins of the city and rarely come into contact with humans.

The virus is also highly infectious. However, the anti-vaccine vaccine has obviously been successfully studied. The expensive injection is something similar to it.

Lin Xiang’s plan is very simple.

Save money as soon as possible, buy the weapons you need, and leave Rock Town.

He urgently needs to figure out two things.

First: How long has it been since the outbreak of the nuclear war?

Second: What happened during this period?

With his ability, it is not difficult to grab the required supplies from the shops in the town.

But he didn't want to do that.

To be precise, he has not fully adapted to this new world, and it will take time to identify with and fully integrate into it.

A faint moonlight shone down from the dense clouds, illuminating a cold pale white on the ground.

Two tall men walked from the east of the town and quickly flashed from the left and right sides into the corner of the house where Lin Xiang was hiding.

The man in the lead was wearing a red and black plaid shirt, with ripped jeans tightened the loose corners of his clothes, and his exposed chest was covered with thick black curly hair. He was holding a double-tube shotgun in his hand, pointing at Lin Xiang's head.

The other man stood behind him, holding a heavy and thick stick full of iron nails in his hand.

"Boy, I heard you have made a lot of money recently. Even the old William's wealth-guarding mistress can afford the clothes."
Chapter completed!