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This sense of order, which is different from the wasteland, has not been experienced by Max for decades.

More than 20 years.

Although the Wasteland Era officially started 23 years ago, the order on this continent had become very turbulent due to two major riots long before the mushroom planting factories were built in Oceania.

Especially in some remote areas, far away from the city center, various crimes occur frequently, and gangsters and various speeding gangs are lawless.

The MFP suburban patrol team that Max was in before was born because of this, and his wife and children were revenged to death because of him fighting crime...

The memories of the past made Max seem to have a strange voice again, this time it seemed that his wife and children who had almost forgotten their faces were screaming in his mind.

"Hey?"

Suddenly, someone tapped on the shoulder.

The sound disappeared, and the large and small blurry figures also faded away like light.

Max turned around and found that it was Felosa who was behind her. Her shoulders were bandaged and her arms were hung up.

"What are you doing here?"

"Take the medicine, I think it's not a strange thing for people in the wasteland to have some mental problems."

Firoza gestured to the medicine list in her hand, which seemed to be the same as the one in Max's hand.

Max nodded.

Right.

This woman has been thinking about her homeland and her spiritual sustenance for decades, but what she got is a cruel truth. It would be strange if there were no psychological problems in this situation.

not to mention……

Max felt that the diagnostic criteria of those psychiatrists seemed to be a bit problematic.

Those people seem to judge mental illness according to the standard of normal society. According to this standard, everyone in the wasteland is actually mentally ill.

Didn't you see that the psychiatric pharmacy has the longest queue right now?

"Aren't you leaving here now?" Firoza asked.

Max paused, "Try their method first, maybe it can ease my situation..."

No one would like voices and images of dead people popping up in their minds. Now that they finally have medicine, let's try it first.

Ferosa nodded thoughtfully, but did not ask Max what was going on, but changed the subject in a low voice: "I asked other people."

Max looked at her.

"These people appeared suddenly and then attacked the fortress. They have extremely advanced weapons and their own cannons..."

Max squinted his eyes and looked at the rocket launcher in the distance. Based on the impression in his memory, he felt that Ferosa's statement was not rigorous enough:

"That's a bazooka."

Ferosa returned him a confused look.

"Forget it, you can continue talking."

"These people come in through a tunnel from the outside world. The name of the organization is 'Mutual Rescue', and the purpose is to manage our environment here..."

Ferosa recounted the news she had heard from other refugees, but due to the education level of the refugees, many things were unclear.

For example, the space-time tunnel has been unable to explain it to the refugees in the past few days.

After all, if you want to explain this thing clearly, you must first explain the concept of time and space.

But, want refugees to understand the concept of parallel time and space?

Then think too much.

Now these new generation of refugees don't even know what the earth looks like, and many people even think that the wasteland is the whole world.

Max quietly listened to Firoza's narration.

As an old man in his 40s, based on his previous social experience, he roughly understood what was going on.

This may be some kind of international aid.

During the two riots, this kind of thing often happened, but the aid at that time was usually delicious and delicious mushrooms.

Filosa whispered the information she had, and asked Max vigilantly, "Do you think these people can be trusted?"

"At least not worse than the previous one," Max said.

They have all turned into a piece of wasteland now, are they still afraid of a hammer?

Worried about being dissected to study why they are immune to car accidents?

Thinking of this, it was difficult for Max to talk too much.

He knelt down and drew a map of the world in his impression for Firoza, popularizing the situation of each country.

Of course, this is also the case in those countries in his memory.

It was the first time for Ferosa to come into contact with this common sense of world geography, and she felt that her vision had been broadened all of a sudden.

"In other words, the outside world is not like us?"

"Obviously not." Speaking of this, Max was as depressed as everyone else.

He infers that this is an international aid to Ferosa.

"This is a good opportunity, at least they won't be random... Well, they won't be as brutal as Undead Joe."

Max's past memories told him that these troops stationed from abroad may not be good people, but they should be better than Undead Joe, at least the refugees here can still look through the trash can.

Firosha might be a good choice if she chooses to stay here.

Just remember to be ugly.

Otherwise, things like being forced to come are probably inevitable.

"A lot of these things happened in the places where the troops were garrisoned..."

After saying this, it was Max's turn to get the medicine, and he left after taking it, leaving Ferosa walking into the ward alone.

Ferosa had just returned to the ward when she realized that there were other people in it.

Those middle-aged and elderly women from Vovalini, and the women she took out of the fortress and then brought back to the fortress.

Everyone gathered around the sleeping Anghela.

She lost a lot of blood, and it will take some time before she wakes up.

After seeing Fei Luosha coming back, everyone surrounded her again and asked about the situation outside.

"How is the situation outside?"

The first ones to speak were the women from Undead Old Joe. Ever since they returned to the vicinity of the fort, they hadn't dared to walk around at will, for fear of being captured again.

This place is full of fear for them.

The members of the Vovalini tribe went out to inquire, but they did not bring back any useful news.

Firosha recounted the information she had learned from Max, and after everyone was relieved a little, she took out another pack of things in red packaging.

"What is this?"

An old lady picked it up, and some presbyopic eyes looked at the English on the package, and read it out abruptly:

"Happiness brand dried earthworms, durian flavor, special product of the third dimension..."

Ferosa sat down on the chair, "It's the supplies that are being sent. Everyone can go and get them. It seems to be some kind of food."

"Then shall we try it?"

Hearing that it was for food, all the people present became interested.

Packaged like this, they've never had it...

Just as Firosha and the others were eating the first batch of dried earthworms imported by Yuri and Smith from Wandering Time and Space, Zhang Tianyuan also came to the prison camp wearing protective clothing.

He came to visit Undead Old Joe.

Someone in front showed him the way, and when he arrived at the place, he pointed to a person on the bed who kept howling in pain, and said, "President, this person is the leader of the gangsters who occupied this area before."

"Nicknamed Undead Joe, real name is Joe Moore."

Accompanied by the sound of the introduction, Undead Old Qiao turned his face around.

What the hell!

Zhang Tianyuan took a step back subconsciously.

I saw that Undead Joe's face was completely festered and abscessed, and bloody pus was slowly oozing out, looking like a monster!

"kill……"

"kill me!"

"Hurry up... immediately, kill me!"

Undead Old Joe wanted to get up, but he collapsed weakly after only a few moves. He was gasping for breath. The skin on his lips and throat seemed unable to bear the expansion and contraction, and they ruptured visibly to the naked eye. The flesh and fat can be seen with the naked eye.

Zhang Tianyuan silently put his gaze on his bandaged stomach, and took another step back.

No need to think about it, the skin on the stomach must be completely broken now.

The current situation of Immortal Joe is not much worse than those Night Demons in Legendary Time and Space.

The staff next to him said: "President, you have also seen that this is a sudden change in him in the past two days. We have learned through the test that he suffered from many diseases before, including severe skin ulcers, but now Compared with before, his condition has aggravated too much..."

"Have you found out why?"

Without waiting for the staff to answer, Zhang Tianyuan looked at the radiation protection suit on his body, and said, "Is it caused by nuclear radiation?"

The staff nodded, and the voice wrapped in protective clothing and masks was very low: "Yes, according to our inference, he may have been in close contact with something with radioactive substances recently."

"And those radiation substances may have entered his body through the respiratory tract, which caused his condition to deteriorate rapidly in the past two days."

"What kind of radiation substance is that?"

"Through the questioning of the patient, we found that he had had close contact with our No. 3 drone."

"The one that was used to detect this continent before entering this time and space, but was contaminated with radiation?"

"Yes, we have now notified the biochemical team to deal with the wreckage of the drone."

Zhang Tianyuan looked at Undead Old Qiao with a softer gaze: "This is our responsibility, I am very sorry."

Undead old Qiao stared at his big eyes, as if blood was about to ooze out of them, he kept shouting with hoarse vocal cords: "Let me die... kill... me..."

Zhang Tianyuan sighed, although this is a warlord who does many evils, although he bullies men and women and does many evils, although he deserves death...

but!

Letting him be affected by nuclear radiation is the responsibility that Mutual Aid cannot shirk.

"Please be strong and be optimistic about the future. Our Mutual Rescue Association will definitely take on the corresponding responsibilities. We will not just sit back and watch you die like this."

"Let me die! Let me die!" Immortal Joe was like a live fish thrown into the frying pan, jumping with all his strength, but he couldn't jump out of the cauldron of the hospital bed.

"Sigh... I know how you feel now, and I understand your despair. Although we don't have a corresponding treatment plan, although we lack sufficient medical equipment, although we lack enough professional doctors..."

"But please persevere. Persistence will usher in hope, and persistence will usher in miracles. We will do our best to maintain your life."

"Let me die! Let me die! Let me die!!!"

Like a zombie, Undead Joe stretched out his hand to the person beside the hospital bed, but he couldn't reach it anyway, which caused the skin on his hand to crack, which only increased the pain.

Zhang Tianyuan didn't care so much. With a heavy heart, he was discussing with the people next to him which attending doctor should take over Undead Old Qiao.

Soon, the candidate was chosen.

A middle-aged man with a short stature came from the outside. After entering the ward, he immediately bowed to the immortal old Joe on the bed:

"Nice to meet you. I am Dr. Tanaka from the No. 3 time and space. I will take over all your treatments in the future. I will try my best to keep you alive in the next time. Please keep an optimistic attitude. This will help your condition get better!"

Seeing that Dr. Tanaka was so polite, President Zhang was also very satisfied, nodded and left.

There was only a roar from the ward behind him——

"kill me!"

"Let me die!"

"I'm going to die!"