Monday, March 16, the 44th year of the New Calendar.

Cheng Bin used the hose in his mouth to suck out a sip of water from the water bag on his back, then carefully poured the water on his index finger on his left hand, stretched out to watch the water stains dry.

“The humidity is thirty.”

He pressed the personal computer tied to his left forearm with his right index finger a few times and set the parameters.

"The wind power level three is on the left, and the secret position is on the left."

This kind of personal computer is the size of an adult's palm and can be tied to the arm. It has a very powerful function, and its only disadvantage is that it costs electricity. You should know that charging is a very luxurious thing in the wasteland, and after the power is out, the function of this thing is not even as good as a brick.

Cheng Bin slowly swallowed half of the remaining saliva in his mouth. On the wasteland, there was nothing to waste, including water that could be consumed directly.

He put his right index finger back on the trigger guard of the m16 rifle, moved it a few times before slowly sliding down on the trigger. At the same time, he slightly turned his head and put his right cheek on the rifle, and his right eye just came to the sniper lens with the lens cover open.

What I saw from the sniper lens was a mutant beast, which had a very bright fur color and looked a bit like a deer.

Cheng Bin knew that those who were keen on classification gave mutant beasts many distinctive names, but he had no interest in these names. For him, no matter how strange the appearance of the mutant beast was, it would not change its inherent value.

No matter which mutant beast it is, its meat can be eaten and blood can be drunk. The fur can not only protect against cold, but also resist radiation to a limited extent.

The most important thing is that a material called x4av6 can be extracted from the internal organs of the mutant beast, which is an important raw material for making gene repair agents. Before human scientists solve the problem of artificial synthesis of x4av6, extracting from the internal organs of the mutant beast is the main way to obtain this magical substance.

Simply put, mutant beasts can be exchanged for money, a lot of money.

Money has no meaning in the wasteland, but no one can live in the wasteland all the time. Once they leave the wasteland, people without money will be unable to move forward.

The beautiful mutant beast did not realize that a gun was aimed at it hundreds of meters away. It was lowering its head and gnawing at the bryos on the ground, and looked up carefully from time to time. Its eyes were big, symmetrically growing on both sides of its long and narrow head, and it looked very beautiful.

As the breeze blew, a flying eagle turned half a circle in the air and let out a lonely chirping.

The mutant beast was frightened by the sound of the eagle. It suddenly raised its head and turned around to look in the direction where Cheng Bin was hiding. At this moment, a low gunshot sounded, and a five-point five-six millimeter bullet drilled in from one side of its eye frame and came out from the other side of its eye frame. At the same time, it also took away the mutant beast's life.

The mutant beast's beautiful head suddenly raised, and then it led its body to fall heavily to the ground. Not far away, a group of crows living on the ground were frightened, spreading their iron-gray wings and flew up, circling above the mutant beast's corpse, trying to determine what had happened.

After the gunshots, the ground fell into silence again. The mutant beast that was penetrated by the head did not move anymore, and Cheng Bin, who was hiding in the grass in optical camouflage, did not move either.

The dangers on the wasteland come from all directions. At any time, every hunter who is hunting prey may have become someone else's prey. Only the most cautious person can live longer - unless he does not want to live long.

Wednesday, March 18, the 44th year of the New Calendar.

When dusk shrouded Maple Leaf Town, smoke began to rise from the chimneys of the town's houses. If someone looked down from the sky at this time, he would find that there were a little more mottled spots on the desolate wasteland.

Cheng Bin sat next to a table in the bar. There were two slices of bread stacked together and a grilled sausage on the plate in front of him, and a glass of wine next to it. Perhaps because it was not yet the most lively time of the day, there were not many people in the bar and it seemed a little deserted.

"You look very strange. The first time you have come to Maple Leaf Town?"

The waitress who brought the wine to Cheng Bin was about 30 years old, which was the most attractive time for a woman. She was tall, thin, had obvious cheekbones, and had big eyes, and shining with a moving light under the lights.

"Don't your boss mind chatting with the guests?" Cheng Bin did not answer her question. He looked at her and asked back, "Or do you happen to have a **** boss?"

"It can be easier. I am the boss." The woman said, "Of course I am very understanding too."

She pointed to the seat next to Cheng Bin, "Can I?"

Without waiting for Cheng Bin to answer, she sat down gracefully. Generally speaking, single men would not refuse women who took the initiative to approach, especially those who were more beautiful.

She looked at Cheng Bin and said, "Everyone calls me Emily."

Cheng Bin nodded, reached out and picked up the bread from the plate and put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Emily was not embarrassed by the cold situation. She said curiously: "Are you left-handed?" She said: "You use your left hand."

"My right hand has another purpose." Cheng Bin swallowed the bread in his mouth and picked up the wine glass with his right hand, "For example."

Emily nodded, "It's very principled." She saw that Cheng Bin had no desire to chat, so she stood up from her seat and nodded to Cheng Bin, "It's a great time to chat with you."

"Is this how you keep your business prosperous?" Cheng Bin glanced at the grilled sausage on the plate and asked, "I mean, to chat with every customer?"

"No." Emily laughed, and she said honestly: "The best way to keep a prosperous business is to kill all the business rivals and leave customers with no choice."

Cheng Bin was stunned for a moment, watched her leave gracefully, and then he lowered his head silently and continued his dinner.

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open, and two strong men walked in. They stood by the door and looked at it, then walked towards Cheng Bin with a clear goal. After standing in front of Cheng Bin, one person said, "Someone wants to see you."

Cheng Bin slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, looked up at the other party and said, "I'm not interested."

"Okay, let's talk again." said the strong man: "My boss wants to see you, he has a business for you."

Cheng Bin sighed and carefully put the leftover bread slices back on the plate. The bread at Emily's store was baked well, but it was a little too crisp and easily dropped.

"Let me make it clearer." Cheng Bin said: "There are many people here who need work. If you are willing to go out and see it, you should see more. So since you come to me directly, I will think you have investigated me. Then you should know that I just made some money, so there is no shortage of work now."

He said: "Of course if you are not so anxious, you can wait a month before asking me, if I have not died in a certain bed due to genetic collapse by then."

The strong man was stunned for a while, turned around and smiled at his companion, "Did he reject me? He actually rejected me. Does he know who my boss is?"

Then he suddenly leaned down and pressed his two thick palms heavily on the table in front of Cheng Bin, "My boss is Mr. Gu Jin."

When his hands slapped the table, the round table made of heavy oak wood shook violently, and everything on the table moved to its position. Cheng Bin had only time to hold on to the wine glass, so there were a lot of bread slag on the table.

He sighed at the strong man who looked down at himself with a high apex to increase his sense of oppression.

"I get it." He looked at the cup holding his right hand and said, "This is a good glass of wine, I don't want to waste it."

Then he poured the wine from the cup into his mouth and drank it all. The next second, he picked up the knife he had not used before on the napkin with his left hand, pierced the strong man's palm, and nailed it to the table.

While the strong man screamed, his companion hurriedly reached out to pull the gun from the gun bag at his waist, but his face was immediately hit by the wine glass thrown by Cheng Bin. He took a step back in a panic and failed to draw the gun. Then Cheng Bin's gun rang first, which was a revolver that was very common in the wasteland. At this time, it was holding Cheng Bin's right hand, and blue smoke came out of the gun that was fired.

He staggered back and fell down on his back, smashing an empty table.

"You dare to kill him?" The strong man with his right palm nailed to the table shouted in disbelief. He wanted to use his full left hand to draw the gun, but the gun bag was hung on his right waist, which made the left hand pulling the gun very ridiculous and difficult to complete. So he wanted to pull out the knife that pierced his palm again, but after touching the knife handle, the pain made him hesitate again.

Cheng Bin did not answer the strong man's words. He stood up silently, put away the revolver first, then took out a coin from his pocket, and lined up several of them on the table.

"I'm sorry for dirtying your floor." Cheng Bin nodded to Emily who was standing next to the bar in shock, picked up the napkin on the table, wrapped the unmoved sausage in his arms, reached out to pick up the backpack on the floor beside him, then held the rifle and walked out of the bar door.
Chapter completed!