Chapter 208: Bay

Maybe, are they trying to get some kind of secret from this woman?

No matter which result is, you don't need to wait too long.

Josephine doesn't have much time to live well.

Liu Yuchen is a doctor, and he knows the president's physical condition better than anyone else.

Even he himself found it strange that Josephine could hold on until now?

However, her condition may worsen at any time, and by that time, no one can save her.

Under the dark sky, a harsh and strange howling sounded suddenly. Soon, a ball of extremely bright fire suddenly bloomed a hundred meters away from the building, and quickly turned into a red and black cloud, rising slowly.

Such an attack occurs every few minutes, with a clear purpose, and the rebels do not want the guardians in the building to rest. They even use this simple method to speed up the few remaining lives that Josephine consumes.

The vast night enveloped the wilderness. Even though it was far away, Liu Yuchen could still feel the flames burning his cold face.

He never felt so lonely as he is now.

"Friend...I need help from friends."

As he murmured, Lin Xiang's heart-shaking face seemed to appear in his eyes.

...

The road extends far away.

Lin Xiang is not an omnipotent prophet. He knows that there must be a place of salt production in the east, but he has no specific or exact location.

The sea seems quiet and vast. It is a bottomless world. No matter who sees it, he will subconsciously feel that he is being swallowed by coldness and darkness.

There is no storm as imagined, nor the shocking roar and surging in the psalm scroll. It exists in a vicissitudes and roughness, quiet and silent manner.

I can't feel the wind, and the black sea water slowly pours in from the endless distance, rushing up to the beach layer by layer, wrapped in white waves and foam, and countless subtle sand and stones driven by force, repeating over and over again, and it seems that it will never tire of monotonous and boring movements.

The burly sergeant jumped out of the armored vehicle as usual, inserted the radiation detector deep into the soil under his feet, and the slender red pointer jumped wildly between the fan scales as if he was hit by hormones. After nearly a minute, he was as weak as an addict with drug effects, gradually slowly and softly stayed on the dividing line between the two large color blocks of yellow and green... Slowly, he seemed to be attracted by the relatively soft light green color, and slightly shifted a few millimeters in that direction.

"The mild radiation zone has an index close to the standard of moderate pollution, and the ray content is barely acceptable."

While marking the numbers and coordinates on the map, the sergeant subconsciously glanced at Lin Xiang: "If you want to stay here for a long time, it is recommended to use anti-radiation agents."

Lin Xiang nodded thoughtfully and said nothing.

His eyes were always staring at the sea in the distance.

The sea in my memory is a soft light blue.

Now, it still maintains the blue tone that may have been possessed since ancient times, but it has long lost its clear and light color. Only a dark blue can be seen very close to the shore. The deeper the sea, the darker the color will become until it becomes black like ink and paint. The waves are crowded with each other, and when they hit, a layer of disgusting white foam will occasionally appear.

Suddenly, a large ripples appeared in the black sea water extending to the distance. A dorsal fin that was as high as dozens of meters, as steel as a blade, broke the sea surface and swam back and forth in the dark liquid that was as deep as glue oil. Although it was impossible to see what the marine creature lurked below the water surface was, no one would doubt its size and strength.

Radiation has changed the world and the ocean.

Even in the old era, humans who created glorious civilizations could not control the sea.

As for now...storms, turbulence, radiation, and terrifying mutant creatures will tear the ships to pieces. Although I don't know what method the Knights of the Cool Skull used to transport between the two continents, Lin Xiang understood that if they really used ships to carry out such activities, they must have mastered some kind of secret technology that is enough to ensure safety.

Intuition told him that he should stay away from the ocean. This place is too dangerous and may encounter unexpected death threats at any time.

However, he had to do this - Yinyue City needed salt.

According to the old era, there are actually many sources of salt. Rock salt and well salt can also replace the location of sea salt, providing mankind with essential minerals and trace elements. But who can ensure that these salt minerals are not contaminated by radiation? There are no powerful force groups there to garrison?

The most important thing is that Lin Xiang does not know the specific location of these salt production places.

He can only ask the sea for what he needs.

...

The road became increasingly broken, and the cracked road forced the convoy to bend back and forth like earthworms. In the end, a huge collapse of more than 100 meters divided the entire road into two parts that were not connected. Standing on the edge of the fractured opening covered with broken cement blocks, countless steel bars exposed, you can see the oblique bridge decks under your feet, and the dry branches that stretched out desperately from the center of the crack and shaking left and right in the cold wind.

"Change, look for a new route!" Looking at the crowded and chaotic car wreck on the road opposite, Lin Xiang shook his head helplessly, turned around and jumped onto the off-road vehicle, and silently turned toward the way he came.

Desolate and quiet, no trace of human survival can be found.

Occasionally, a few giant rats who were hungry appeared in the ruins on the roadside, but they just shook their bodies and retracted into the corners, grinding their teeth, staring at the fully armed convoy with greedy and fearful eyes, fantasizing about the sticky taste unique to fresh flesh and blood, but they would never be able to eat the fresh meat that was close to them with the threat of death.

The light behind the clouds gradually became dim. At dusk, the lookout soldiers standing on the roof of the armored vehicles finally shouted in surprise - at the end of the horizon, near the beach, there was a high and gray-white triangle object.

That was a sail.

...

This is an ordinary town on the coastline.

There is a concrete embankment on the beach that has been preserved from the old times to the present. The "y"-shaped trench extends into the depths of the sea along the hard dam. Several old sailboats sway back and forth on the shore. When the convoy slowly entered the town, one of them was slowly retracting the sail that had already dropped two-thirds of the height.

Dozens of buildings of all sizes spread gently around the harbor. In front and behind each house, several long wooden or iron poles are erected. There are fish with their belly cut open, and shellfish with their shells removed and stringed with thread. A long distance away can smell a strong salty fishy smell.

The houses here are very old, and judging by the various traces remaining on the surface of building materials, they have a history of at least hundreds of years. This means that most of them have been preserved since the old times and are likely to continue to exist.

The wind blows from the sea is not strong, it is very cold, with a faint smell of salty and wetness. The roar of the engine and the friction sound of the tire crushing stones and gravels gradually increase the empty town streets. They stand in front of the eaves and their windows, lean against the wall, hold hands, and look at these outsiders with obvious curious but rather indifferent eyes.

Close the off-road vehicle door, Lin Xiang slowly walked to the intersection, his eyes fell on a piece made of metal material, with mottled rust stains on the surface, the overall shape was bent, and two triangular signs were inlaid on the upper side.

The green sign with yellow lattice on the left points to the seaside town, and the Chinese and English words are written crookedly "Hongwan Town".

The sign on the right points to a dirt road extending to the end of the horizon, and there is a flat and round fish with a bloody mouth drawn on it. Just in the middle of the fish's mouth, the blank space surrounded by sharp fangs is a series of beautiful italic English letters - "Shark City".

More and more people appear on the streets. Obviously, residents of Hongwan Town have an extremely keen interest in this sudden convoy.

This situation is not surprising.

Radiation has compressed the human circle of activity into a very narrow range. The wasteland world has almost no entertainment, nor has there been a wide variety of information sources in the old era. Many people can only live in their own huts until they die. Merchants and trampers are the only sources of information they can communicate with the outside world. They are not unwilling to get out of this invisible confinement, so that curiosity and curiosity can be satisfied. However, the omnipresent radiation and mutated creatures spreading across the wilderness, as well as those cruel mobs, slave traders who are obsessed with profit, and various potential dangers and unimaginable death threats, ultimately causing them to dispel their inner hopes and can only stay in their residence day after day, year after year, like a piece of dull wood, slowly decay and rot.

"Hi, is there anything I need my help?" A strong man with chestnut hair squeezed out of the crowd, and with a hint of desire and anxiety, he smiled and stretched out his right hand towards Lin Xiang.

"If you can take me to the tavern, I will invite you to have a drink." Lin Xiang looked at him and smiled and held the hand that reached in front of him.

Just about fifty meters south of the street, there is a wooden sign nailed to the columns, painted with eye-catching paint on it with twice the foam-swelling beer.

With Lin Xiang's eyesight, of course, he would not turn a blind eye to such a conspicuous target.

His goal for this trip was salt.

Although I have already arrived at the beach, salt is not sea water after all, and you can get it by salvaging it or grabbing it with your hands.

He needs a guide or an intruder who sells intelligence - something that can be obtained by spending money is much better than wanton killing and using violence to solve problems.

The other party has expressed his desire to help, and Lin Xiang himself must have enough sincerity. Drinking a glass with each other knows it should be a good choice. Compared with the narrow dining car in Tiechang Town, the bar here is obviously much larger. Perhaps because of the cold weather, there are many guests in the bar, but the atmosphere is not warm. Most of them gather on the table near the stove, sucking the little wine left in the cup with a comfortable and satisfying expression, enjoying the mellowness slowly entering the body along the throat, and slowly burning in all the spicy and flames flowing through it.

Lin Xiang found a table in the corner to sit down, and the sergeant led the other team members to find a suitable hotel in the town. The population here is about 300, and no psychics with evolution or strengthening power were found in the detection range that Lin Xiang could sense.

Perhaps because he found a very good customer, the young man Lifa seemed very excited. He raised his head like a proud rooster, raised his right hand high, and pinched a crisp snap of his fingers at the boss behind the counter, shouting with a full breath: "Hi! Old Peter, give me a bottle of the best brandy."

The boss was a man with gray hair and about fifty years old. He obviously didn't care about the domineering instructions of the young man Lifa, ignored him, and did not talk. Instead, a beautiful bar girl in a white apron ran out of the inside, bent over and placed her overdeveloped breasts in front of Lin Xiang, then put down the wine list, looked at him charmingly, and then turned her rapidly turned into cold eyes to the young man: "Bernie, you still owe me a lot of money for wine."

The young man named Bernie remained calm and his heart was not beating. He replied unhappily: "Nelia, I have guests."

"The money in other people's pockets does not belong to you." Nelia's words were mean and cold.

“It depends on what kind of service I can provide to him.”

Bernie turned his eyes to Lin Xiang and said confidently in a voice with a little confusing voice: "I can provide anything you need, trust me."

Lin Xiang took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out several banknotes with the Sosbian Unicorn Lion logo and placed them on the table, and smiled at Nelia and said, "Just as he said, come with a bottle of brandy. By the way, can you pay the bill with this kind of banknote?"

The distance between Hongwan Town is nearly 1,500 kilometers from Yinyue City, which is far beyond the sphere of influence of Sosbia. In such a place, the currency issued by the Luton family is likely to be equivalent to a piece of waste paper.

Sure enough, Nelia took the money, pinched it in her hand and looked around for a long time, and the smile on her face gradually faded. She shook her head: "If you only have this kind of thing to pay, I can provide you with a glass of sea water for free."

Lin Xiang nodded, took out another skeleton yuan and handed it over gently.

Nelia's face smiled again. She put away the bills, twisted her round buttocks and turned away. A few minutes later, a bottle of open brandy and two cups were already placed on the table.

"Let's tell me what do you need? I know the most beautiful girls in the town, who are very enthusiastic and can have a pleasant evening with your men. Of course, besides women, you have more choices."

After drinking, Bernie said more immediately. However, even without alcohol, he would have said a lot.

"Where can I get salt?" Lin Xiang's question was very direct. He didn't like it, nor did he want to beat around the bush in this regard.

"Salt……"

Bernie was not surprised by this. Obviously, he had already included Lin Xiang's questions in the scope of his preparation for answering. But for some reason, his voice was a little weak, as if he was thinking or hesitating.

"This thing is not easy to work with." After a while, he said meaningfully.

Lin Xiang smiled, picked out two skeleton dollars from his wallet, and slowly placed them in front of him: "Haha! Everything in this world has a price. Isn't it?"

"I like dealing with smart people like you."

Bernie put away the money on the table, drank the wine from the cup in one sip, wiped his mouth excitedly, picked up the bottle and filled the empty glass in front of him again, and said, "How much do you want?"

Lin Xiang's voice was as gentle as water: "How much can you provide?"

Bernie slowly put away the smile on her face and said nothing.

He drank a big gulp, and in a while he drank the cup again, his face slightly flushed. He reached for the bottle on the table, but Lin Xiang took the lead in grabbing it.

"You have drunk enough. I don't like talking to alcoholics, especially alcoholics who deliberately pretend to be crazy and stupid-" Lin Xiang's eyes suddenly became very sharp, and his tone quickly turned cold.

Bernie looked at him, then at the assault rifle that Lin Xiang was posing at his feet, and sighed: "Only people like you who are here for the first time will say what they just now."

"If I were familiar with this place, you wouldn't be able to sit here." Lin Xiang smiled and let go of his hand holding the bottle.

Bernie didn't reach for the wine. He leaned back, picked up his hands and stared at Lin Xiang for a long time, and smiled bitterly: "I originally thought I could get an agency fee from you, but now it seems that this seems difficult."

Lin Xiang didn't say anything. He knew that he hadn't finished saying this, and there was still something to say.

Sure enough, Bernie put down his hand, dragged the chair forward, and lowered his voice: "I can't make the decision on this matter, you have to talk to another person. Of course, I can introduce it for you."

Lin Xiang glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "I will stay here for dinner in the next hour. If you didn't show up before I finished eating, then we will never have to meet again." The food provided by the Hongwan Town Bar is all seafood.

The plump red rouge fish, half-cut bonito, tender and delicious grilled octopus, and some shellfish similar to old-time oysters. A few bottles of light taste are not very good, but they are barely diced. For those who have just passed the long journey, the meal is also rich.

These foods have obvious mutated characteristics. Fish teeth become sharp and huge, and their bones are very hard. The suction cups on the tentacles of the octopus have dense thorns. As for the oysters...the thick edges of the shell have even evolved sharp cogs that are as hard as metal.

However, once the scary appearance is removed and placed on a plate, their plump bodies will immediately show their temptation to the hungry.

Lin Xiang was eating very slowly, and his eyes kept glancing at the closed tavern gate intentionally or unintentionally.
Chapter completed!