Chapter 45 New City

Lin Xiang looked at him silently, took out a flat iron box the size of a palm from his pocket and threw it to his feet.

This result was obviously expected by the man. He bent down, picked up the box from the ground, unscrewed the lid, and twisted up several wrinkled green bills with satisfaction.

A cruel cold light flashed in Lin Xiang's obedient eyes. Without any warning, his agile figure jumped out of the position he had stood before, and passed through the narrow space beside the robber like a ghost. He held the gun tightly with his backhand, and used the tiger's mouth like a steel-pliers to jamm the joint of his shoulder and pulled it upwards. With the crisp folds of bones and painful screams, he twisted the whole arm into the word "一" like an inflatable toy.

"Wait, you..."

The robber holding the stick screamed. Before he could react, the thick and blunt steel bars in Lin Xiang's hand had penetrated into his abdomen. On the front end, wrapped in the blood of the coagulated giant rat, there was a fresh intestinal membrane that had just been torn. The tail end was inserted into the slender metal diagonally into the ground, supporting each other with the twitching body of the dying person, forming the strange and bloody word "man".

Huge movement disturbed the nearby residents. Occasionally, a few figures appeared at the street entrance, exploring what was happening here with curiosity and complex eyes, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't kill me, everything belongs to you..."

The man who lost his right hand twisted on the ground in fear, and the viscous liquid flowing from the wounds of his shoulder soaked the thick and curly black hair on his chest.

The pale moonlight shines on Lin Xiang, casting a long and oblique shadow on the ground...

It's dawn.

Dragging the two bodies tied to the steel bars, Lin Xiang slowly walked to the window of the "Yixianju" acquisition station. The corner of the wall where he lived last night was left with only a flat round head that had been completely deformed. Next to it, a heavy hammer-shaped nail stick was thrown.

At noon, a truck with a dilapidated surface paint had fallen into iron-red rust spots. With the harsh squeezing and collision of bearings and parts, it staggered into Rock Town along the broken highway. On the front of the car covered in oil and various unknown attachments, it could barely identify the slightly raised word "Dongfeng".

This is a transport vehicle between the various acquisition stations of "Yixianju".

The meat pieces stored in the cellar behind the house were sprinkled with a layer of salt, put them in a washed empty oil bucket, neatly placed in a crooked carriage, pressing the gray-black tires almost against the ground.

Carrying a backpack full of bread and water, and carrying a shotgun just equipped with a shoulder strap on his chest, Lin Xiang jumped into the car.

In addition to the fifty yuan car fee, he exchanged all the remaining money for food and bullets. If he hadn't been accidentally given a weapon, he would have stayed in this desolate town for a while.

Fatty Zhu Hao leaned against the entrance of the acquisition station with his hands crossed, looking at his busy men with his eyes slanted, and Lin Xiang was sitting in the corner of the carriage, holding a gun barrel.

The driver stood in front of the truck, inserted the rocker crankshaft into the hole in the engine, and gritted his teeth and stirred it desperately. It seemed that it was a graceful female body, which was being ravaged by him. Soon, the poor engine was forced to make a harsh and hoarse roar similar to an asthma patient.

"then--"

The moment the truck started, the fat man suddenly grabbed a small gray canvas bag from the table and threw it into the car. Lin Xiang unbuttoned the buckle on the surface, which contained several slightly warm roasted giant rat meat, and a fifty-yuan bill.

Looking at the shadow of the car gradually covered by the dust, Zhu Hao felt a little lost. He took out a cigarette with only half of it from the drawer and lit it. He took a sip of it unhappy, leaned lazily on the chair, looked at the streets that would never change with a calm but boring look, raised his feet in high-waisted leather boots high, and spat at the door: "Missary, come and shine my shoes--"

The rugged mountain outline slowly extends from the south of the horizon. The scattered stones are half buried in the dry soil, and the exposed surface has a light red like moldy bacon. The strange color spreads from the stones, covering the entire huge mountain, but it does not emit disgusting blood.

Due to these rocks rich in hematite, "Flame City" is truly worthy of its name.

It is actually a small platform slightly above the horizon and surrounded by half a cage of red rocks. The steep mountains provide a natural barrier, so that people gathered in the middle of the highland do not have to worry about attacks from the rear, and can place all defense forces in the front direction.

A mud wall more than five meters high blocked the open urban area of ​​hundreds of meters. Two metal tubes with a diameter of more than two meters were buried directly in the center of the wall. Under their support, a row of surfaces sharpened, and thick wood nailed by iron hanging across the sky. Under the fixation of nooses and iron chains, the city entrance more than ten meters wide was exposed.

At every corner of the earth wall, a square tower made of concrete stands. The black heavy machine gun is half hidden between the shooting holes, silently watching all the movements in the wilderness.

This is a very strange city. Apart from the few wooden and stone buildings, thousands of train cars left over from the old era have become simple residences for residents to shelter from the wind and rain.

The shaking truck finally arrived at the destination before it completely fell apart. Like Rock Town, there was a striking sign of "Yi Xianju" hanging on the top of the door of a gray-blue old passenger train.

This is just a large sub-site. In addition to purchasing, the meat can also be marinated into dry and sold as finished products. Through the gaps in the partition inside the car, you can see several men with naked body stomped in the minced meat sprinkled with salt. Blood-colored water with white foam flows out from the bottom of the car, and is quickly sucked by the dry soil, leaving a piece of wet that is flying by mosquitoes and flies.

Tighten the laces of the backpack, Lin Xiang turned around and walked towards the most conspicuous building in the middle of the city.

Fatty Zhu Hao once said that there can be found work there.

Two empty oil barrels with the top cover were placed on the left and right sides of the entrance of the building, and a few thick firewood were inserted into the barrels, desperately releasing all their energy in the burning flames.

Several fully armed soldiers were swimming back and forth in front of the fire. The black uniforms on their bodies were obviously tailored according to the standards of the old era. Although they were not decorated, their quality and strength were far beyond the dress of wilderness refugees. Especially the assault rifle held in their hands, it was full of huge deterrence.

The layout of the hall is simple and rough. A small room with an area of ​​about fifty square meters and separated from the walls by bulletproof armor, stands suddenly in the center of the hall with circular columns supporting the building as the core. Each facade around the top is carved with a ferocious wolf head pattern.

This is the mission launch hall of "Bao Wolf" company.

More than a dozen people with different costumes were scattered in the corner of the hall, talking in a tone that only they could hear clearly. A huge blackboard was nailed to the wall in the middle, and hundreds of task information were written in two fonts in Chinese and English.

Lin Xiang walked into the hall without attracting any attention.

New faces appear here every day. Whether it is refugees with machetes on their waists or mercenaries with guns, it is difficult to impress people in their memory. The mortality rate of missions is extremely high. Except for those lucky guys who have strengthened their bodies and are capable of protecting themselves, under normal circumstances, there is no difference between newcomers and dead bodies.

Despite this, there are still countless people who are full of longing for the future entering this hall. The reason is simple - the rewards of tasks are very generous. They are enough to tempt people to go crazy and exchange cheap lives for the illusion of being rich in food and clothing.

"Escort the "Famo Company" grain truck through the Black Swallow Pass safely. The degree is e-grade, and the reward is 500 yuan."

"Assisting in the residential area of ​​GH93 for one week, level C, and reward of 1,000 yuan."

"Collect fresh blood samples of black human-eating dogs, level B, rotate once a week, and the reward is 2,000 yuan..."

A tall and hot young woman wearing a "Raging Wolf" embroidered with the coveted eyes of countless men, stalking and twisting her rhythmic steps to the big blackboard, and used red chalk to mark the "o" symbol representing the completion at the end of the two tasks. She picked up the board and rubbed it enough blank space at the top of the blackboard, quickly writing down a row of clear white words.

"Collect fresh blood samples of mutant people. The target is green mutant. Level A, rotate once a week, and the reward is 5,000 yuan."

The latest mission released suddenly caused a big sensation among the crowd. Although I don’t quite understand the value of the currency in the new world, Lin Xiang can also measure the true meaning of it through the actual purchasing power he has experienced.

After thinking for a long time, he slowly approached the reception window in the center of the hall and wrote down his name carefully at the end of the e-level escort task form.

He must be familiar with this brand new world as soon as possible. A task that seems to be inexpensive should allow himself to have a better experience.
Chapter completed!