Klester Dena sat in the living room, staring at the open window with deep and cold eyes, staring at the dying woman hanging on the opposite wall.

The room is not large, and although the sofa and cabinet occupy more than half of the space, it looks exquisite in its overall layout after coordinated and orderly arrangement.

The fire is burning in the fireplace made of mud, baking the whole room warmly. Occasionally, the wind blows from the windows. What you feel is not the fearful biting coldness, but the neutralization of the room temperature is already less but mostly cool, making people feel fresh and comfortable.

The door made a harsh *** and slowly opened. A young man in a dark black uniform walked in. When he walked three meters away from the sofa, he stopped, bowed deeply, and asked respectfully: "Your Excellency, what are your instructions?"

Klester's eyes released the cruelty caused by the mixing of coldness and arrogance. He picked up the goblet on the small round table in front of him, gently shook the red wine that was rippling back and forth in the cup, took a sip, stretched out his thick tongue, quickly licked the remaining wine at the corner of his mouth, and said majestic: "Let the guys outside control the amount of potion injection of Leona, and die early if I don't have my permission. All those responsible for monitoring... must be buried with her-"

Leona came to Heijin Town half a year ago. At that time, she was the most popular stripper in the tavern in the town. Although this is the core of "Demon Claw", she does not reject ordinary outsiders. Especially women, the senior management of "Demon Claw" has always been laissez-faire and free. In the town, outsiders can do anything. Settling down, building houses, opening industries, farming, hunting... In short, you can carry out all the normal survival activities that humans should have in Heijin Town.

Despite this, the number of residents in Heijin Town is still only about 2,000. Due to the relationship between radiation and terrain, most of the rainwater landing here is acidic. Therefore, the daily drinking water of residents in Heijin Town must be transported by vehicles from neighboring cities. The soil composition here is very complex, and crops such as rice and wheat cannot survive at all. The only thing that can grow in the fields is mutated poppy.

This is a genetic mutant species that has remained from the old era and has completely adapted to the radiation environment. The residents of the wasteland world cannot conduct a comprehensive, meticulous and systematic analysis of a new species like botanists in the old era. They will only use the simplest method to view these creatures that survived the nuclear war from a practical perspective. The standards are nothing more than two types - first, can be eaten, and second, can be used.

Mutant poppy is completely different from the ancestors of the old era. They like soils with high acidity index, and their roots can withstand corrosion and absorb more water. Because of this, the fruit slurry contains more hallucinogenic ingredients. The "Jet" made with them can have a strong stimulating effect on the central nervous system. Especially the higher the purity "Jet", the more it can cause the brain to collapse consciousness to produce an unusual psychedelic effect. Of course, the side effects are equally obvious - the more you smoke, the stronger the drug dependence. If there is no more drugs to maintain, the brain conduction system will collapse, making the thinking and reaction ability become increasingly dull, and eventually, it will become an idiot like a walking dead.

Heijin Town is the largest "Jet" production place for "Jet". The livelihoods carried out by the residents in the town are closely related to "Jet". Civilians plant mutant poppy and provide "Jet" with raw materials for producing "Jet". "Jet" uses this place as a base and purchases a large amount of biological materials from the outside world for civilians to enjoy. This complementary relationship makes the cooperation between the two very harmonious, and the people do not dislike "Jet" and are even grateful to them.

Many people came to Heijin Town with the goal of making money. Like all settlements in the wasteland world, prostitution and gambling also have strong vitality in Heijin Town. Leona is a beautiful and sexy woman. Because of her, the business of the tavern in the town is getting hotter and hotter. It is common for men to be jealous of her and even cause fire. However, this woman does not refuse any suitors. She often takes off her clothes and sits on a man's legs and turns to love.

***, but her eyes were charming at another mouth-watering man. No one knew why she did this? She didn't know what type of person she really liked as her lifelong companion? However, all the men in Heijin Town understood that this beautiful girl was an absolute ***. But people have to admit that she was indeed very tempting, crazy and slutty, and she was definitely a *** that would allow men to enjoy unparalleled happiness in bed.

Klester doesn't refuse women. Leona gives him a good feeling.

Kleist did not find it expensive to exchange four red flags of fifty currency units for a ecstatic night. In fact, if Leona was lying quietly beside her, Kleist would even have a few more red flags as a reward. This kind of banknote, like the skeleton dollar, was recognized by the wasteland residents, could be circulated anywhere in the world. Men liked it, and women were no exception.

But Leona was much greedy than Kleist had imagined. When the two of them were rolling and lingering on the bed, she had already set her sights on a suitcase next to the closet. Kleist had opened it in front of her, and was neatly filled with thousands of light blue glue hoses. They were worth thousands of red flags, and Leona could not resist it at all, and she could not refuse this kind of temptation that was close and naked.

While Klester was sleeping soundly, Leona tiptoed out of the bed, and under the control of fear and excitement, she picked up her suitcase and slipped out of the door as quickly as possible.

As a parasite with a strength of nine stars, Clester certainly could not have been confused by such a little trick. He had been silently paying attention to Leona's every move. When this woman, who was blinded by money and money, had just run out of the building for a few minutes, Clester, who was standing naked in front of the window, had already picked up the sniper rifle and aimed at her right leg and pulled the trigger heavily.

Although this is a world where thieves and thieves are rampant and there is no morality at all, Klester cannot tolerate such things happening in Black Gold Town and around him. Even the dark forces have rules and laws - Leona must pay the price for her greed.

She must die, and she died miserably...

Klester's eyes were like two cold ice streams, slowly retracted from Leona, who was nailed to the opposite wall. He drank the residual wine in the cup in one sip and asked in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "Is there any news about Boris and the Master?"

The young black waiter replied respectfully: "Two months ago, they sent the last wireless telegram to the headquarters. Since then, they have not been in contact."

"Two months ago?"

Christ raised his head in confusion: "Go, bring the map. Mark me the coordinates of the last time they sent back the contact point."

Two minutes and thirty-four seconds later, the black-clothed waiter holding the map appeared in front of Klester again. Due to the intense activity, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose and his breathing was faster than usual. Despite this, he still maintained the essential etiquette and respect.

In front of Klester, anything could happen. He didn't want to be nailed to the wall like that woman Leona because of a little seemingly ordinary negligence.

The map is very empty, and there are no place names and signs as dense as the times, as they were in the era. There are only a few road lines left before the war, barely complete. With Black Gold Town as the core, the red lines representing the road are spread out in all directions like spiders. In the area where this irregular web passes, points marked with black circles are listed.

Megaton Town, Emma City, Sosbia, Ferdinand...

One by one, familiar place names flashed past Kleist, and the slender fingers moving along the old highway stopped next to a black spot that was obviously just added.

"Hidden Moon City..." Looking at the name marked on the map, Klester's brows slowly frowned.

"This is where Boris and the Young Master sent back the telegram for the last time."

The waiter in black said carefully: "I sent someone to investigate. They stayed in the city for more than a week, and then the convoy continued to leave north along the road. Since then, there has been no news."

After a pause, he continued to add: "Your Excellency, Boris and Master Boris should not be surprised. Lord Boris is strong, and Master Brooke is also a parasite with five-star power. Almost no one in this world can threaten them. They probably just went a little further like before, or because of electricity and some other reasons, they were temporarily unable to contact the headquarters. There have been such a precedent before, and this time... it should be similar."

Klester didn't speak, staring at the black dot on the map that represented Hidden Moon City.

"Have anyone seen it with their own eyes when they left that city?" After a few minutes, Kleister changed to another question.

“Yes, many people can prove it.”

Speaking of this, the waiter in black hesitated a little: "However, according to the information we obtained, there seemed to be conflicts between Boris and the Young Master and Yinyue City, but there should be no casualties. Because when leaving the city, the convoy and personnel were kept intact."

"Someone has seen Boris and Brooke leave safely?" Klester's tone was very plain, but the meaning in his words was very clear.

The waiter in black felt a chill all over his body. He hesitated for a moment before he said tremblingly: "...no."

Klester stood up from the sofa and walked slowly to the open window. The cold and exciting wind blew towards him. His figure was not as big as a mountain, but he was as huge and heavy as a mountain.

He stared at Leona, who was half dead on the opposite wall, and said word by word: "Call the guards, I must go to Yinyue City in person to figure out what happened."

"I am very forgiving, Vice President, it is enough to leave this kind of thing to me. You don't need to work hard for it, let alone..." The waiter in black stepped forward and said in a flattering tone.

"Shut up the fuck-"

Klester suddenly stopped shouting, and his voice became deeper and colder: "Who gave you such a bold move to question my decision? Are you tired of living and want to taste the taste of death? Order the Guard to complete the assembly within half an hour. Go quickly! I don't have that good patience-"

"...Listen, follow your instructions." The young waiter stammered, his body trembling violently from fear.

Klester stood still without moving, but his eyes slowly raised from Leona, looking at the lead-colored gray mixed with the sky on the horizon in the distance.

"Stewart, wait."

Just as the young waiter was about to leave the room, Klester slowly turned around, his voice looking a little lonely: "I promised your father not to get angry easily anymore. But you must understand... Brooke... He is my son, the only son."

Stewart stood there in a complicated expression, without saying anything. After nearly three minutes, he gradually came to his senses, nodded slightly, and walked backwards slowly out of the room.

...

Winter is indeed a desperate season.

The wilderness outside Yinyue City is covered with snow, and the rocks and bush dead branches protruding from the ground have been covered with thick white. From time to time, you can see frozen animal corpses exposed between the gaps of the snow layer. There are also groups of people patrolling back and forth in the wilderness, screaming desperately in the cold wind, running rotten wolf and hyenas.

Time has long passed the end of the New Year. According to the old calendar, it should be the sixteenth day of the New Year.

The defense scope of the city guards has been extended to the outside of the cultivated land, and newly built defense towers stand along the edges of the fields. Such a setting is enough to deter the wilderness wanderers. Any outsider who wants to enter this area must first consider what choice should be made between life and death.

More and more refugees gathered outside Yinyue City. They had no food and clothing and had no choice but to give up their freedom to become urban vassals. Of course, this is the civilizational term of human society. If we look at it in our actual identity, they should actually use another more appropriate noun - "slave".

War caused the entire earth's social system to collapse completely. The inhumane slavery system has once again dominated the development of human society. Of course, these are all high-sounding statements, but in reality, slaves are indeed the only way for the wasteland world to continue to develop.

...

Lin Xiang stood on a rock more than two meters high, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking to the east where the morning light rose. At the end of the horizon, the endless radiant clouds and the earth were integrated.

Thousands of refugees gathered next to the warning tower more than 50 meters away, crowded into three irregular teams. Under the command of the city guards, they passed the inspection in sequence, entered the second warning circle one by one, and started a new round of hygiene and pathological testing.

Next to the team, several hills were piled up by various debris.

When everyone passes by, they will hand over all the items except the clothes on their bodies and the inspectors will carefully inspect them and pick out the valuable currency and precious metals. The rest will be returned after the other party passes sanitation.

Losing freedom and property is just to become a citizen of the "f" level of Yinyue City. To put it bluntly, it is actually a slave without any rights.

They are unwilling to give up, but they have no better choice.

The cold clears away all food sources. Once the food stored in autumn is eaten, the refugees can't last long. The land is frozen harder than iron blocks, and grass roots and insects cannot be dug. Even if they rely on their own people to survive the severe winter, they will starve to death in spring.

A couple who had just undergone quarantine and seemed to be a couple, dressed in simple and worn clothes, followed the team from a distance. They supported each other and lined up in the middle of the crowd. The man looked about forty years and was very thin, but tall. He hugged the woman tightly with his arms, as if it was a precious treasure and did not dare to give up at all.

In front of the entrance made of stone, wooden crates filled with corn biscuits and bread were piled up. Several city guard soldiers with white towels around their necks stood behind the wide wooden table and cut the bread into small portions with sharp knives. According to regulations, every refugee who passed the quarantine could get half a kilogram of rations. Of course, this supply standard would increase or decrease according to different types of jobs and labor performances of each person. But for now, their first meal should be slightly full in order to gradually get rid of despair from hunger and panic.
Chapter completed!