Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 27 27. Gift

  Wasteland people are also entertaining.

  Although they are limited by the environment, they have very few entertainment methods. Except for the indulgence between men and women, most of them are full of a wild taste.

  Oasis town occupied by black hands, at the very edge of a row of low houses, a place similar to a large warehouse, this is the "bar" of this town.

  The walls are covered with all kinds of terrible graffiti.

  There are some slogans, but more are drawn randomly by some drunks. Bright colors are randomly applied together, which has a postmodern style.

  Big boxes of ammunition were stacked in the corner of the warehouse, and several damaged long and short guns were thrown on the rusted alloy boxes.

  Some were disassembled, and parts were scattered everywhere.

  Some are still left there, waiting to be dismantled.

There is a small machine tool next to   , where the craftsman Malt will repair weapons, or use his "intelligence" to make some weird things.

  Beside the machine tool, there are a few simple tables, with iron plates and hinges, and a few pieces of discarded steel.

  Thrown in the black speaker on one side, there are harsh, crazy, reverberant songs like heavy metal music, making people's brains painful.

  Two guys with dried moxi heads, nose rings and ear holes, with their upper bodies open, wrestling like a bull.

  They yelled, the muscles on their arms bulged, and under the dim light, they were full of the charm of male hormones.

  This kind of wrist wrench is the simplest entertainment.

  Of course, guys with modified arms are not allowed to participate, that is cheating.

  Beside the two of them, there were a few others booing. These soldiers who were not standing guard yelled, adding a touch of vitality to this bad environment.

  But they are a little weird about what they bet on.

  The side that won the wrestling can "play" with the most beautiful and wild girl of the Black Hand Society.

  The girl with smoky makeup and a vest, who was used as a bet, was named Emily, but she didn't care about being objectified at all.

  On the contrary, she still looked at the two people "fighting" for herself with great interest.

  Half of the zipper on the vest on her body was unzipped, revealing her fair skin, and coupled with her drunken eyes, she seemed to be ready to "reward" the winner.

  If you are interested, it’s not impossible to play in this bar.

  Please.

  It’s the end of the world, and no one knows which one will come first, death or tomorrow.

  In this case, any indulgence can be forgiven.

  For example, between the legs of the drunk and strong man on the other side, there is another female warrior Julie lying there, her head undulating.

Yes.

  No one cares.

  This is the way of life of the wasteland people, fighting to death and having fun in time.

  But they confined their entertainment to the left half of the bar. No one dared to make noise on the right. There was no wall blocking, but there was invisible pressure that made them reluctant to pass.

  On the right side of the bar, there is a drunk guy sitting next to the bar counter in a very wasteland style built with the remains of a robot shell.

  He was dressed in rough leather clothes and had short hair like a soldier. His hair was a little gray, and his cheeks were very old, full of wrinkles left by suffering.

  But he is very young.

   is only in his thirties.

  He was lying there, as if he was bent over by the cruel life, and like a decadent man who had lost all hope, holding this glass in his hand, containing half a glass of wine in it.

  Use the purified water, add diluted industrial alcohol, and add some extracts from the brown vegetation outside the town to color, so that this bad taste wine, at least in appearance, looks like the whiskey of the pre-nuclear war era.

  But when I drink it in my mouth, the taste is really hard to describe.

"Well"

  The drunk man doesn’t care about the loud music behind him.

  He raised his head and poured the wine from the glass into his mouth.

   With a bang, the cup was smashed on the table, and with a puff of anger, the weapon craftsman Mart, the guest bartender, the veteran warrior who had known Rogge for many years shrugged.

  No need to say anything in front of him, he picked up the bottle and added another glass to him.

  No one dares to bother this drunkard.

  Because he is the ruler of this small town, the leader of the Black Hand Society, the "Black Fox" who is highly wanted by the Immortal Society in the entire desert area.

  His name is Roger Fetals.

  A cunning, ruthless, cruel leader of the wasteland.

  A qualified wasteland leader.

The members of the   Black Hand Association also know the frustration of the leader during this period. The "hope" he planned so painstakingly was shattered, causing a terrible blow to him.

   But in fact, only Roger is the one who is lost.

  The other fighters do not matter.

  Hope, what is that?

  Does such a thing really exist in this wasteland?

  No expectations at the beginning, naturally there will be no painful disappointment after failure.

  But everyone is also a little worried. The newest detection robot of the Immortal Society has appeared on the edge of the great desert, and the previously destroyed signal towers are also being repaired one by one.

  All signs indicate that after the last frustration of the Immortal Society, it did not intend to let them go.

  The next round of chase will come soon, and with the current power of the Black Hand, it is already difficult to escape the chase again.

  They have nowhere to go.

  This is already the last oasis in the depths of the great desert. Going further into the desert, even the soldiers who were born nearby since childhood are not sure that they can cross the desert and reach the other end of the wasteland.

  Furthermore, what will happen in the past?

  The desert is the site of the Brotherhood of Scavengers. Compared with the Darwinism, it is said that there are irregular ghost places with cannibalism. Warriors would rather die in the desert.

  At least you don’t have to worry about becoming a barbecue on the table of a lunatic warlord.

  They can only prepare for battle.

  Through more maddening indulgence, to numb more and more despair in the heart.

  Unfortunately, the black hands will be in the desert, far away from the Free Citizen City. Their chips cannot be connected to the virtual thinking space. As just said, there are only a few entertainment options they can choose.

  A few minutes later, amidst the cheers, the wrist-wrenching winner got up triumphantly, raised his hands and yelled several times, and violently grabbed the woman next to her and kissed her on the cheek.

   squeezed her straight buttocks again, whistled to the loser, and walked swaying outside the bar with her own "trophies", carrying the wine bottle.

  It seems that I am planning to find a place to relax.

  Rogge’s wine has also reached the thirteenth cup today.

  This is the last cup.

  Drink again, the alcohol concentration in the body will be close to the warning line, and the prosthetic body will be forcibly manipulated by the chip to enter dormancy.

  He is the leader and must assume the decision-making power, which is a necessary constraint.

  Rogge held up the burning inferior cigar and held up the wine glass.

  He looked at the amber-colored wine shaking in the glass, the thing with a ray of light, reflecting his vicissitudes of life, a face of a loser, which reminded him of the scene of that day in his heart.

  I was crushed by the explosion under the ruins, and I could only watch, the hateful outsider, with the smile of a winner, set foot in the star array.

  And Su.

  Su, the one he trusted the most and the most rewarded hope, the only young man in the black hand guild who believed in hope like him, just chased Jiang Xia into the light.

  Rogge knew that Su was also very unwilling. He wanted to use that way to get justice for himself.

  But he shouldn’t have gone.

  Rogge closed his eyes in pain. The young man should have had a longer life. He should be like an eagle, galloping on this wasteland instead of dying in an unfamiliar place countless distances away from his hometown.

  Su, he is dead.

  Pain surged in Rogge's heart.

   With Jiang Xia’s character, the immature Su definitely couldn’t play with him.

  The young man must be dead.

  I was stupid, stubborn, and always looking for hope that harmed him.

  "Su"

  Rogge pursed his mouth and said something like a call. The next moment, he opened his eyes and raised his head, intending to numb himself in the half-sleep and half-awake with wine in his hand.

  This is an escape.

he knows.

  But he has no better way.

"boom"

  The door of the bar was pushed open at this moment.

  A soldier carrying a gun and wearing a flowery turban rushed in, holding a bamboo tube in his hand. He rushed to Rogge and said to the leader in a surprise voice:

   "Su is back!"

"Um?"

  The wine glass that Roger brought to his mouth stopped.

  He turned his head, and his drunken eyes quickly became sober. Under the control of the brain chip, the prosthesis in the body began to operate, diluting the alcohol in the blood.

  He looked at the soldier who reported the letter, and was about to ask, but his eyes fell on the bamboo tube in his hand.

  It is the bamboo that has been cut down, and there are still bamboo leaves on it that have not yet dried. The exterior is green, and the green is a color that is difficult to appear on the waste soil.

  Rogge has never seen bamboo.

  When he was born, this plant had already been extinct in the dust of nuclear war.

  But his grandfather was a biologist. He was raised by his grandfather since he was a child. From his grandfather's hard disk data, he has seen such plants.

  But it was the first time to see the real thing.

"He is back?"

  Rogge asked.

   "Well, not only did I come back, but I also brought a gift!"

  The warrior with a turban covering his head, like a treasure offering, put the bamboo tube in his hand into Rogge’s hand. With a touch of excitement, he said:

  "Water, chief, you taste it, water! Real water!"

  Rogge took the bamboo tube and looked at the clear liquid inside. He shook it, then brought it to his mouth, took a sip, and poured a liquid with the fragrance of bamboo into his mouth.

  No rust smell, no bad smell of industrial additives, very pure.

   is the original taste of water.

  He knew why Sue brought this thing back as a gift.

he knows.

  This is the answer Su brought him back.

  The ultimate answer to all questions!

hope!

  The hope that Narogg has been pursuing in recent years has been held by Su.

"Ha ha ha ha"

  Rogge stood up, smiled, and with a touch of madness, he drank the water in the bamboo tube, sighed happily, and wiped the beard at the corner of his mouth.

   said to the person who reported:

   "Has Jiang Xia come?"

"coming."

  The man gritted his teeth and said:

   "That **** is being held in the town. Everyone can't wait to shoot him twice!"

   "Julie!"

  Rogge did not respond to this anger. He turned his head and shouted to the other side of the bar:

  "Don’t lick that XX anymore, go and clean up my house, clean up, go!"

"you."

  The leader straightened his clothes and frowned when he smelled of alcohol. He said to the soldier wearing a turban in front of him:

  "Go ask Su, and Jiang Xia, come to my house and be polite to him. I want to have a good talk with that bastard."

"what?"

  The soldier in front of him looked stunned. The **** clearly showed them together. It doesn’t matter if you don’t kill it. How about a good hospitality?

   "I brought a gift."

  Rogge glanced at the bamboo tube in his hand and said:

  "Don’t let people say that we wasteland people don’t understand etiquette. Go ahead and bring my greetings. Don’t make him wait in a hurry."

  (End of this chapter)