The sky is blue and white, after twenty years of nuclear winter has passed, it has given mankind a blue sky, golden eagles and white doves, soaring into the sunset, and finally to demons, above the sky, those clouds, but human beings are the most unwilling and most willing to see things.

Hope, destruction, survival, civilization.

Simon took a deep look at Peter, this young man in a white trench coat who was still wearing patches and had already grown into a young man trained by the war, and the polished blue Gloc was a greeting gift from Simon, replacing the rusty Browning, even in the Winter War, Peter had countless opportunities to change to a better and newer tactical pistol, but he used this old pistol that couldn't fit leather rails.

Then he exchanged the gun for Simon in another form today.

"I'll redeem it for you." Simon patted Peter on the shoulder, his eye sockets aching, and he didn't know why it suddenly came to his heart. The slave guard with a meaty face said impatiently: "Hold on, who the hell is waiting for you to flirt." ”

"Go ahead, I'll be waiting for you here." Peter said calmly, watching Simon walk behind the fence. "You taught me that a warrior doesn't just bring a guy for self-defense."

It was really difficult to find Lori again among the slaves of Yishui'er, but fortunately, Simon remembered the queue just now, he pinched his chin one by one and looked at his cheeks, exactly the same, the silence after despair, the eyes without the slightest color, their faces were not scarred, probably the slave owner knew that if the whip broke his face, the water that this slave had spent in advance would be worthless.

"Lori? Lori? Simon shouted, hoping that the tavern waitress would reply, perhaps the whipping and resistance became the most cruel recollection, except for the sparse sound of footsteps marching, nothing was gained, and the occasional two-headed cow "moo" called, and if it were not for the slave owner's call, none of the slaves spoke.

Eventually, Simon found the waitress as the queue was about to make its way to the auction table. "That's her!" Simon grabbed Lori and took off his coat to cover her shame. "Well, she's yours." The guard said nonchalantly, supervising that Simon didn't take the others with him, and turned to leave. Simon's facial muscles twitched and he shouted, "Hey! Take that gun, and I'll pay for it right away!" ”

"Didn't get the money? You don't care about wiping your ass! The guard replied.

Simon hated it, and he didn't say much, but handed the trembling, coat-wrapped little maid to Pete for the time being, and instructed, "Keep an eye on the pig, I'll go get the box!" ”

With that, Simon strode away, and although the slave town was crowded, it was not difficult to find the very large Jonathan, who had passed through groups of bells and whistles of slave owners, residents, merchants, and street girls.

"East Coast Imperial Dancers! Three hundred dollars! ”

"Western Desert cannibals! The storage power is endless! ”

"Lake Erie Fishman! Living Corpse Cubs! ”

The thieves tried to get a few coins out of Simon's pocket, and the thieves all touched Simon's dagger in his sleeve. Simon soon found Jonathan, who was standing outside a store called the Colonial Liquor Store.

"Where are you going? I'm just going to send someone to find you, come, you taste, the new rum brewed on the East Coast. Jonathan greeted and handed Simon a wine bag, but Simon was naturally in no mood to drink now, and said, "Give me five hundred." ”

"Fancy someone, chief?" Marco leaned over and said mysteriously, but just as he was about to inquire, Simon stared back fiercely and walked away. Five hundred yuan is not enough to open the suitcase, Ramirez took five vouchers directly from the wallet and gave them to Simon, Jonathan, who knows Simon's temperament well, said: "Old friend, are you kind again?" ”

"Well, I met a friend who became a slave." Simon said, but Jonathan's face suddenly lengthened, grabbed Simon's arm firmly, and said in a low voice: "Old friend, have you forgotten?" K82 Clearance, you sold the people of that village, we have nothing to atone for, 500 yuan? That's enough for several Imperial veterans! ”

"I know." Simon hesitated, and for some reason there was always an irrepressible pain in his face, obviously he had accepted the fact that he was the executioner, and it was clear that he was trying to make himself a warrior who ignored the laws of the pre-war and learned the customs of the current wasteland world.

"Five hundred dollars, can buy me a night without nightmares." Jonathan glanced at Simon, who was walking quickly, shook his head, Ramirez shrugged and said, "It's not necessarily a bad thing for the commander to have a little conscience, don't you think I'm missing an eye because of this?" ”

"That's your fate! Where is the good fortune of so many lives in the world? Old Joe wants to farm because he doesn't want to gamble his life! He? He's young! has a beautiful and capable wife, and is an officer, who commits cheapness and gets together with slaves, and the pre-war society is so virtuous? If it were Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu would have blown up with a nuclear bomb. Jonathan said indignantly, apparently upset that Simon had spent five hundred to buy a worthless "friend."

Ramirez looked at the liquor store and said to the bartender, "Open the door, you have to go to the underground Colosseum to have a look." While waiting for the bartender to lead the way, the old mercenary scratched his eyebrows and said, "Then why does everyone want to go back to the so-called golden age?" ”

Simon retrieved the guard with the voucher in his hand, and said patiently with the ticket: "Gun." ”

The guard grinned with a mouthful of yellow teeth, played with Glocker, and said with a smile: "The price has risen, eight hundred, hey, take it back." The guard threw back the pistol, but there was no intention of returning the money he had received. Only then did Simon realize that he had been blinded by lard for a while, and had paid five hundred vouchers in one go, holding the lost Glocker, and staring gloomily at the guard standing under the sentry machine gun tower. The latter was full of laughter.

"Silly fork." The guard spat out.

Simon took a deep breath and told himself that it was really no good to do it at this time, Peter silently retrieved the pistol, the holster was gone, he inserted it into the belt, and said softly: "Just buy a lesson, you have done too much stupid things, don't do it again, fortunately this is Steel City, and only one bullet will be sent elsewhere." ”

Simon nodded solemnly, since he is a butcher, why talk about benevolence? He crouched down and stroked Lori, who was snuggled tightly in Peter's arms, the little maid was covered in bruises and black, and she was still shivering uncontrollably in her trench coat wrapped in her coat. "Hey, you're free, remember me? The person who gave you the postcard, I'm here to complete the agreement now, and I'll give you the last five. ”

The little maid, who looked like Simon's young sister, finally sobbed at this moment, she wiped her tears, crying out of breath, like a lark choking on water, Lori wailed: "But, but, I'm not a virgin anymore, I'm not worth those five postcards......"

"No, no, it doesn't matter, you live it

All right. Simon blinked, gently pinching Lori's thin and dish-colored face, he looked at the little maid for a long time, and slowly stood up, his calves slightly sore.

"You take care of her, treat her like your sister." Simon said.

"My sister died with my mother at the hands of robbers, and I can't do it." Peter replied crisply, though he did not push the little maid away, but rather tightened her tighter. "But I can take care of her, if you don't be stupid, how many times? I didn't bother to blame you that time in Blackwater Town, it's been so long, and this kind of low-level mistake is still your fault. ”

"Yes...... I won't do it again. Simon exhaled a breath of turbidity, shivered and reached for his lighter, lit a cigarette, took out a small flask and poured it, leaned over to Lori, and said, "Drink, warm and warm." ”

The two of them returned to the bustling main street. "Mandsville outcast slave girl! Starts at five! Seventy dollars a piece! The auctioneer never stopped shouting. Simon looked at the sign pointing to the "Colonial Wine Shop" and said, "Where! It's all there! ”

"I thought you forgot what we came for." Peter took Lori into a ready-to-wear store, and a few minutes later, a timid girl with short hair and blue eyes walked out holding Peter's hand, and after a little grooming, Lori looked a little similar to Simon. "You can't bring a slave into the tavern, or the drinkers inside will think you're here to find fault."

"So......" Peter casually put his arm around the girl's shoulders and asked, "With so much money, what are you going to raise this woman for?" How do you explain this to Morfin? ”

"She'll agree, the room for two people is too big, and one person can rest." Simon put on his coat back and was frozen for a long time, and others choked.

"Whatever you want, as long as you don't move in and sleep with me at that time." Pete has been living in Hydra's guest house for the past few days, and Vivien, the caretaker, doesn't mind Adolfina inside, anyway, the huge guest house is surprisingly small.

The three of them walked into the colonial liquor store, and Ramirez, who was guarding outside, stood up, raised his chin towards the staircase, and said, "In the underground Colosseum." ”

Simon followed Ramirez down the first floor of the wine shop, straight along the dark cellar, and there was a burst of cheers and roars from behind the iron door, and the bartender guarding the door took a tip for five people and let them in.

"Just this girl? Huh? The Mandsville lark one? Didn't Marco do them all? Ramirez glanced at Lori and said lightly.

"No, sir, not then." Lori carefully explained, and Simon gestured with his hands behind his waist. "It doesn't matter, if you have money, do something you like."

"Then you should take the money yourself, you plan to let the bald head take care of the accounts? Come on. Ramirez said disdainfully, pushing aside the crowd around the Colosseum, Simon suddenly felt that the mud under his feet was too soft, and the thick bloody smell on the tip of his nose reminded him of what made the mud and sand soft.

"This is the underground arena of Slave Town, where the most Imperial veterans died, and where the most Imperial fugitives were bought." Ramirez crossed his arms and watched the brutal competition in the digging pit, where five men with sticks were battling a manticore, and several corpses were already lying on the sand dyed red.

"The people here are gladiators."

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