"fiftyfour54."
In the entrance of Alloy, two large Arabic numerals with black characters and white background are hung on the cement wall.
The car drove down a section of metal-like ruins.
Zhao Qian originally thought that after entering, there would be fire or darkness again, but it was not the case.
The long-lost light came to my face.
This group of people seemed to be basically used to it.
The light from energy-saving lamps, which was about the same brightness as the real world, shone on Zhao Qian's face.
He raised his head and looked, but there was no other change.
The eyes of the desert bandits who were still somewhat proud in the crowd flashed with disappointment.
After all, they had seen too many people who were so excited by the sight before them after coming here for the first time.
The environment after Judgment Day may be the best here.
Drive inside.
The road surface made of metallic alloy disappeared, replaced by the most common thing in the steel forest before Judgment Day, cement.
Zhao Qian followed the convoy quietly, but did not speak.
He is observing everything here.
Horses, herbivorous mutated creatures, some simple vehicles made after the Judgment Day, pedestrians coming and going, and some scattered houses.
Earthen, wood, cement, everything is available.
Have you ever seen the slums over Asan Ge's side?
Zhao Qian now seems to think that this kind of architectural style has a tendency to develop in this direction.
It's a big site, but it doesn't have a big plan.
This was his first reaction.
The further inside he got, the more he felt like this.
In Zhao Qian's opinion, after entering from the wide alloy entrance, the walls extending on both sides are more like the walls of a city, which gives this place a fairly large free space.
As for what this space was originally used for, he didn't have a good answer.
"grown ups" We walked through almost one-third of the city with some deformed buildings, and Zhao Qian saw a lot of things about this city along the way.
There are stalls selling unfamiliar plant crops, biological eggs with unknown functions, shops selling edible food, tavern women who lure men in from outside, and extremely busy hot and cold weapon shops.
"A gerbil can find the direction of a water source in three minutes."
Next to this group of people, a man who was dressed somewhat similar to the uncle was shouting with an iron cage containing many small creatures that looked a bit like field mice at his feet.
It attracted a lot of people's attention.
In the Texas desert, water is the first priority.
"Say it."
Zhao Qian sat in the car, looking at the black man in front of him who was the first to speak.
He seemed a little uneasy.
After all, no one knew what the character of the murderer in front of him was.
Even the gathering place of sand bandits, which has repeatedly emphasized that no one can kill people in the gathering place, can't avoid the violence that happens in private among humans.
To put it bluntly, if Zhao Qian wants to kill them now, no one can really stop him.
"Can we leave?"
He asked, and then he saw Zhao Qian nodding to indicate that he could leave as if he had been granted amnesty.
There was almost no need to look back.
The five people rode on their crotches and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
"Aren't you leaving?"
He glanced at the middle-aged man who was still driving for him in surprise.
He didn't understand.
Shouldn't this guy be in the same group with these guys?
"Only the weak will stay away from the opportunity to make friends with the strong."
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This middle-aged white man drove meticulously as people passed by, not caring at all about the occasional appreciative and greedy glances from the crowd.
His words made Zhao Qian couldn't help but look at this person a few more times.
"Very interesting, who taught you that?"
The oriental boy asked, but his smile made the veteran driver tense up.
He had seen this Asian man killing people with a smile, he was very dangerous.
"Maxers, a very powerful desert bandit, my father."
"Well, a wise old man."
Zhao Qian commented in a serious manner, but this middle-aged man, who originally thought he knew Max's reputation, looked at him a few times.
"Sir, he is only in his forties.
You have to know when he was twenty."
Green suddenly said, it seems that this man plays a very important role in his heart, or in other words, it may even be his pride.
He takes this man as an example and is proud of him.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
Zhao Qian looked at this young man who had gathered his courage, and it took him a long time to come to the conclusion that this guy's face showed age due to long-term neglect.
The vehicle quickly stopped in front of a house with a nice appearance.
Looking up, a few handwritten black words were quite clear.
"Cowboy Inn."
"Sir, this should be considered the best place in the outsider area."
Green also got out of the car and signaled that Zhao Qian could drive in by himself.
This somewhat older young man nodded towards the strong man in front of him and walked towards the center of the city.
After driving to the door of the hotel, a young man standing at the door who was fairly well-dressed immediately came over and hung a small wooden sign with a horse-shaped pattern on the new customer's car.
He also helped Zhao Qian He lifted some usable suitcases from the car that he had used to show off.
It has the look of a star-rated hotel before Judgment Day.
The young man who helped Zhao Qian carry his things followed behind him.
Next to him, a pot-bellied man in a suit introduced the benefits of this hotel to the new Asian guest.
He looks like the lobby manager of this hotel.
"Welcome to the Cowboy Inn, my guest."
The shop is lit with glowing waxworms, making the otherwise large-looking building a lot brighter.
"Here, you don't need to worry about your luggage, your food, your vehicle, or anything belonging to you being stolen.
You also don't need to worry about your safety, because we are the best hotel in the outsider area."
The man with a big belly said, his tone unabashedly proud and the huge power behind this hotel hinted in his words.
In fact, after Zhao Qian took a look at some of the subtle arrangements here, he felt that this was indeed the case.
The neatly parked vehicles with wooden signs outside illustrate all this.
“How much does accommodation cost?”
"A room, a day, an ordinary meat can.
You can also use other valuable things" It is four times more expensive than other accommodation places outside, Zhao Qian thought in his mind.
But he didn't listen to what happened next.
"I'll stay here for seven days."
He said, taking seven cans of beef that he had robbed from others from the box and placing them on the table with candles at the checkout counter in the lobby.
As if they had never seen guests who paid for several days in a row, the people who received Zhao Qian quickly fell into a panic.
After all, food is the most cherished thing in this world.
But soon, the pot-bellied manager reacted quickly after being stunned.
"Okay, guest, please come this way."
Zhao Qian followed the attentive guide in front of him upstairs, and the cans he placed on the table were quickly put away.
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Walking upstairs, I heard a message about tickets.
"You discovered a hidden area in this world, Area 54."
"You have entered a desert bandit gathering place." dividing line "Is the news confirmed?"
In a room lit with wax worms, two people sitting there were looking at the guy standing, waiting for the answer from the guy's mouth.
"Yes, a rich outsider did come today.
He lives in the Cowboy Inn."
The standing guy, who was as thin as a monkey, said, after receiving a thrown can, he kept saying thank you and went down.
"You gave me a good deal."
The man who was enjoying the can said, but his words were more of a questioning tone.
He didn't believe that the other party would be so kind, or he hoped to get more benefits.
"He killed Soros, and think about it, all you have to do is kill him and you gain the friendship of the Armstrong family and me.
It's a guaranteed profit."
As if in response, the other man said bitterly, recalling in his mind the corpse whose throat was shot by a crossbow arrow.
That was his best friend, even though they were not in the same family.
The man who was appreciating the can did not answer, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
Although the friendship between the young man and Soros was well known in the gathering place, this incident seemed more like a private revenge.
But he always felt something was wrong.
As for why it was done privately rather than openly, it was also because this area was the territory of the Ses family, and neither of their families could reach out here.
Things were settled one after another.
The young man who was talking about business went out and turned around, with a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
How could he not know that these ordinary people who relied on guns could not deal with the demon with a sword?
These were just bait to attract that guy's attention.
Anyway, it was not his family's men who died, so why should he feel bad.
He had already thought of the real killing move.
Since the Ses family wants him, then I will get rid of him.
With an inexplicable sense of pleasure, the young man left this somewhat dirty place
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