Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 248 Special Gift

"I came to Jicheng today. It is much more lively than Gem City. The guests at the homeless bar said that Jicheng is a Colosseum made by a group of slave traders. But it is not. The order here is well-ordered and there are many merchants. Although I am not sure about some things Very disgusted, but... the people of Jicheng still have smiles on their faces, um, no less than the smiles on the faces of the residents of Jewel City."

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"I became a member of the Allied Forces. I did it. I finally did it. Although my qualifications are very shallow, the people around me treat me really well. This is the feeling of home, right..."

The letter ended here. I don’t know whether it was because the radish stopped writing, or the "postman" was assassinated outside No. 1001 shelter. Tang Yan's body became the carrier of Tang Yan's consciousness, and he couldn't go to Jiankang City to receive new letters.

"..."

Zang Feng was silent for a long time: "You and Radish Ding... are quite destined."

Tang Yan didn't say anything, put the letter back into the drawer on the second floor, stood up and walked outside.

Wei Qianshou asked from behind: "Are you leaving now?"

The only answer to him was the messy smoke blown away by the wind.

As General Wang walked outside, he said, "Why don't you go, stay here for the New Year?"

Wei Qianshou said: "But this is his home."

General Wang said without looking back: "If you were him, would you choose to live here and continue your life as a postman, or go back to Jewel City and become the deputy commander of the Pandaren Legion?"

Wei Qianshou thought for a while, and if he thought he was him, he would 100% choose the latter.

Zang Feng patted him on the shoulder as he passed by: "Don't forget to lock the door."

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Tang Yan put on the Son of Keha power armor and continued to walk forward, much faster than when he came, as if he didn't want to stay in Qingcheng Town for a long time.

There is a hole in the gate of the village on the other side, which should be the result of RPG weapons.

The ground was messy, with human blood, monster body fluids, and black rocket fragments.

There was the corpse of a mire crab, Razorclaw, lying in the corner, and there was a torn apart remains of the beast on the grass beyond the door.

He didn't do a more detailed investigation, and he didn't look for a shelter for the residents of Qingcheng Town, but went straight to the car cemetery agreed with the Yanhuang Brotherhood.

The afternoon sun cast a golden color on the surface of the power armor, which was a bit dazzling.

General Wang and Zang Feng went to drive, but Wei Qianshou didn't trust him and stayed less than 10 meters away.

Tang Yan and others headed south all the way, getting closer and closer to the agreed place.

Until their figures disappeared beyond the barrier surrounded by vehicles and iron plates, a human face flashed past the window of the tallest building in the village.

It was a man's face, with wrinkled eyes, forehead, and mouth corners. His long hair was also half white, draped in a white robe, and he looked like an old mage in a fantasy story.

"It really is him." A deep and old voice came out of the dry lips.

In the dim room, lying on the big red sofa was a man in his 30s, wearing a black leather jacket, black leather pants, and with two mustaches under his nose.

There was a gun over the arm of the sofa. It was tall and big, and looked very heavy.

The components that make up the gun body include three connected nuclear fusion batteries, a wave-particle splitter, a crystal focusing mirror, and a large number of capacitors and cables.

"It seems... the situation is a lot more complicated..." The young man removed the camouflage boonie hat covering his face, stared at the dense bullet holes on the ceiling and said with a smile.

A radiation crow flew by in the sky, casting blackness in his eyes.

"Do you want to kill him here?"

The gray-haired old man held the crutch by the window and tapped on the floor: "I'd like to see how big a battle he can make in the peninsula."

"Oh, oh, oh, you old man has no sense of justice." The young man took out a cigarette from the coffee table next to him, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it with the lighter in his pocket: "You are not afraid that he will be with 'obsidian'." 'Those people hooked up with each other, after all...he was the pawn buried in the peninsula by those people."

The old man turned around and looked at the young man: "If you raise a dog, you don't have to worry about it betraying one day. What if you raise a wolf?"

"Oh, you are disrespecting others when you say that. What kind of dog, wolf..." The man said, and covered his face with the boonie hat on his chest, leaving his mouth with a cigarette in his mouth .

The old man walked over and took the cigarette out of his mouth: "One day you will kill yourself."

"Hmph, meddling old man." The young man's tone was full of displeasure.

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The car cemetery is not the car cemetery in Qingcheng Town. Before the nuclear war, it belonged to the suburban facilities of Hong Kong City.

Over the years, people in Qingcheng Town have been dragging in scrapped cars in order to clean up broken down cars in the surrounding areas, causing the cemetery to grow in size.

Under normal circumstances, a place without people like this is likely to attract small ferocious beasts such as mutated dogs and moles, as well as living corpses to make their home.However, it is not known whether it was due to the tide of beasts or the clean-up work carried out by people in Qingcheng Town. Tang Yan and others did not encounter the siege of living corpses and ferocious beasts after entering the car cemetery.

Seeing that there was still more than an hour before evening, General Wang took out the prepared food from the back seat of the pickup truck, shared some dry food and jerky with each of them, and sat on the top of the stacked old car while waiting for the sunset.

The sun shines on those old rusty cars. Some have no tires, some have no engines, and some are just empty shells. Fortunately, all the vehicles have been removed from the nuclear power equipment, otherwise not many people would dare to approach here. Because if it is not done well, it will lead to a nuclear explosion disaster.

After eating the dry food, Tang Yan suddenly remembered something, and told Wei Qianshou and General Wang to be optimistic about the corpse of the mud crab king unloaded by a modified pickup truck, while he drove away from the car cemetery with Zang Feng.

About half an hour later, he came back, but Zang Feng was gone.

At this time, General Wang, who had changed into a Type 5-4 armored battle suit, pointed to the southeast sky and said, "Look, they are coming."

Tang Yan jumped onto a nearby truck and looked over at the sound.

Om, oom, oom, oom...

The sound of the helicopter's rotor operation became louder and louder, and the target became clearer and clearer.

A magnified image pops up on the HUD interface of the Sons of Korhal's powered armor helmet.

It was a Z-8 heavy-duty assault helicopter transport aircraft, with a 30mm Vulcan cannon mounted under the nose, and a pair of rocket launchers on both sides of the fuselage.

A pair of crossed crescent moons are drawn on the belly of the helicopter, and a dragon-shaped circle is outside it—the emblem of the Yanhuang Brotherhood.

The setting sun casts a red color on the clean paint of the helicopter, and the rotor blades continuously cut the sunset glow in the sky. The twisting lights and shadows look very beautiful.

At the appointed time, at the appointed place, the members of the Yanhuang Brotherhood arrived on time.

Om, oom, oom, oom...

The helicopter landed slowly, its rotors blowing a trail of diffuse dust on the ground.

As the rotor speed decreased, the tail hatch of the Zhi-8 helicopter opened, and a man wearing silver-white P-62 power armor and holding a helmet in his hand came out.

Behind this man were two soldiers armed with Gatling machine guns, and they were also wearing P-62 powered armor.

Tang Yan had dealt with the most powerful mercenary group in the peninsula—the Yunmeng Mercenary Group. Among the 20 sets of power armor that entered Calabash Valley last time, only Su Xingda was wearing a set of P-51 power armor.According to Jun Jun, the Yunmeng Mercenary Corps has three sets of P-62 power armor, which are owned by Deng Ai and the two deputy commanders respectively.

Looking at the Yanhuang Brotherhood, even the guards were wearing the most advanced P-62 power armor in China before the war. This shows how big the strength gap between the Yunmeng Mercenary Group and the Yanhuang Brotherhood is.

"Are you Tang Yan, the deputy head of the Pandaren Legion?"

The unwelcome greeting was mixed with the noise of the slow rotation of the rotor.

Tang Yan turned his attention to the person wearing the silver-white P-62 power armor.

It can be seen that the man is the foreman of this mission. He is about 30 years old and has an average appearance, but his hair style is very interesting. The hair that reaches the shoulders is braided into many small braids and hangs behind the ears.

The man walked in front of him with two guards, first carefully looked at the son of Keha power armor for a while, and then turned his eyes to the 5-4 armored battle suit worn by General Wang, his eyes narrowed, it seemed that he remembered What.

Since the Yanhuang Brotherhood wants to do business with the Pandaren Legion, even if they look down on a mercenary organization with only a hundred people, they will try their best to collect relevant information.

The story of the black iron demon can be described as "popular" in the peninsula area, and there is no reason why they have not heard of it.

"Yes, I am the deputy head of the Pandaren Legion, Tang Yan."

"You are really young." The man turned his head back, looked at Tang Yan's face and said, "I am Zhao Guangren, the person sent by the Yanhuang Brotherhood to take charge of this transaction."

He didn't reach out his hand, neither did Tang Yan, the two just reported to each other's house, and then looked at each other quietly.

Tang Yan didn't reach out because the other party didn't reach out.

Zhao Guangren didn't reach out because he didn't want to.

So the scene was a bit awkward, at least Wei Qianshou and General Wang felt this way.

From Zhao Guangren's point of view, even if people from the Jicheng Committee came here, they should maintain a smile and be humble when seeing them, because the rules of the wasteland world are whose fists are hard and whose status is respected.

If someone like the Pandaren Legion was willing to lower their profile, he would not mind giving them face to show that the Yanhuang Brotherhood would not bully the weak.

But, Tang Yan really didn't give him face...

Although the principle of the transaction is fair and just, the status of both parties is not equal. Does that boy really think that he can be on an equal footing with the Yanhuang Brotherhood if he has something he wants in his hands?

Could it be that the guy on the opposite side really thought that with a few sets of advanced powered armor, he could get along with the Yanhuang Brotherhood on an equal footing?
This is so ridiculous!
"Ahem..." Wei Qianshou was afraid that the two of them would look around and start fighting like cockfights, so he coughed twice to ease the atmosphere in the arena, pointed to the open storage box next to him and said, "Do you want to check it?"

Zhao Guangren looked away from Tang Yan, and shook his head at the person beside him.

The Yanhuang Brotherhood soldier wearing P-62 power armor on the left walked over, put down the Gatling machine gun in his hand, and pulled the buckle with his hand to lift it up.

The corpse of a mud crab king appeared in everyone's eyes.

The soldiers of the Yanhuang Brotherhood carefully checked the condition of the mud crab king's body, and nodded at Zhao Guangren.

After understanding the situation, Zhao Guangren raised his right index finger and waved it back.

Another soldier of the Yanhuang Brotherhood put down his weapon and walked back, took out a suitcase from the back of the Zhi-8 helicopter, walked back to Zhao Guangren, and opened it towards Tang Yan.

Densely packed banknotes, placed in stacks, are all Western Alliance legal tender.

General Wang's eyes stared straight... This was not only reflected in the eyes inside the Type 5-4 armored combat suit, but also in the eyes outside the helmet, which shot out extremely bright red light.

"A lot of money..." Then there was the sound of swallowing.

Not to mention General Wang, even Wei Qianshou had never seen so much money put in the suitcase at once. The hand holding the C-14 Impaler II electromagnetic rifle was shaking slightly.

"There are 233 million in it, let's count it." Zhao Guangren looked at Tang Yan and said, his tone was very stiff, like ice particles falling to the ground and shattering.

Tang Yan didn't ask anyone to count, but nodded to Wei Qianshou, motioning him to pack the suitcase.

"I believe that the Yanhuang Brotherhood will not sacrifice its own brand for more than 200 million Western Alliance legal tenders."

Zhao Guangren said: "I like to hear that."

When Wei Qianshou went to pick up the suitcase, he shouted "Wait a minute" again.

Tang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and Wei Qianshou looked at Zhao Guangren with puzzled eyes, wondering what was going on with this man, could he regret it?
"Well, Elder Nancy asked me to bring you a gift along the way."

Tang Yan was stunned. Zhao Guangren said that Elder Nancy asked him to bring him a gift?He didn't know Elder Nancy at all... "The postman" didn't remember Nancy either.

Zhao Guangren did not explain in detail, but just raised his hand and patted it.

At the same time, the hatch near the nose of the Zhi-8 helicopter opened, and a person got out of it and jumped to the ground next to it.

The sun has sunk into one third of the western mountain, and the ambiguous light fills the sky and the earth.

There is a wind blowing, blowing a bunch of blue silk, dancing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Tang Yan narrowed his eyes looking at that face.

The gift that Zhao Guangren brought to him was a living person, or someone he knew.

If it weren't for that iconic outfit, he might not be able to remember the identity of that person so quickly.

The blue tights and the "1001" on the shoulders are very eye-catching.

The uniforms distributed in Vault 1001 are still for women.

Yes, it was Tang Yan who came to this world and opened his eyes and saw the first person—Han Xin, the daughter of the supervisor of Vault 1001.

After they escaped from Vault 1001, they met the Black Saints in Gaojiazhuang. He arranged for Han Xin to hide in the cargo compartment of a truck and went there alone to investigate the situation.

Later, he got rid of the black saints and went back to look for Han Xin, only to find that the girl was missing.

He searched for a long time to no avail, so he had no choice but to give up and continue his journey.

Just like he never thought that his other identity was the "postman" of Qingcheng Town, nor did he think that the gift Zhao Guangren was talking about would be her.

(End of this chapter)