The tyrannical first rays of sunlight in the early morning pierced Dunn's eyelids, turning from pitch black to blazing red in an instant, there was no transition at all, and the intensity was so strong that he immediately woke up from sleep, Dunn rubbed his eyes, and the touch was sticky, the after-effects of the hangover still trumpeted the mind of this young man who had just turned twenty, and it took him several seconds to realize that his fingers were stained with dried blood, which was a good thing, at least he didn't need to think about what happened last night.

Straight across several naked/naked bodies lying on the ground beside him, Dunn staggered a little when he pushed open the iron door, stepped on someone's ankle, the man screamed and was about to stand up, in order to avoid being bloodied in the morning, Dunn first hit the temple with an old fist, and muttered out of the shack.

The most scorching moment of the morning has passed, and Dunn combed his messy forehead hair back casually, revealing an unusually hideous scar on his forehead, but anyone with the eye must be stupid enough to ask how it came about, because even if Dunn loses his dick while sleeping, he will not lose the machete on his side.

That's what it takes.

Big Toe struggled to get out of his shoes to get out of the air, and the asphalt concrete layer of the interstate had weathered the long hours of scorching heat, cold, torrential rain, and bodily fluids of various organisms, and miraculously remained relatively intact, ignoring the cracks deep enough to plug in individuals, of course.

Dunn felt a sense of annoyance in his chest, so he raised his foot and kicked the stone in his way, which "thumped" into a pillar with a badly rusted street sign that read "Wiliam". As a result, the market that gathered on its own behind the street sign got a very aristocratic name.

William Market.

The market is still the same market, the K1 colony sells livestock with a low level of radiation, but Dunn doesn't think that the Geiger counter is inserted in the meat to prove that the meat is healthier, and the town of Sour Plum sells sour plums as the name suggests, and guns are obviously more valuable than sour plums. There are two rifles with heads stuck in the stalls in AK Town, and I heard that the custom there is that the first time you kill someone with a gun, you have to keep your head in perpetuity, Dunn spat out to show his attitude.

Passing through the front of the market, the flow of people gradually crowded, which was a good sign, Dunn easily rubbed a handful of oil on the plump place of the female slave captured by the Moonlight Slave Hunter Team, and the severed finger Colin glared at him, and scolded: "Next time you don't buy it, beware of Lao Tzu cutting your eggs and selling them to the south, the black mountain guy likes your little white-faced chrysanthemum the most, ah, do you want to try it?" ”

Dunn stiffened his neck and retorted: "Yo, it's ruthless, old brother, listening to your rich temperament, why don't you change the moonlight to dead light, the black mountain guy has to make trouble when he hears it." Because he often went out to hunt slaves at midnight, and the severed finger Colin won the title of "moonlight", Dunn smiled, and brave men did not go to hunt slaves, but ran to hunt ghouls, which was worthy of respect.

The blatant provocation had to be reciprocated, and the severed finger Colin stretched out his left hand with a missing thumb and pushed and shoved and raised his fist to beat him, not that Colin had to lose face, but that his left hand looked more intimidating than the right hand with two fingers.

Of course, it's just some.

Two minutes later, Severed Finger Colin sucked on another severed finger and slipped away as he sneered, and Dunn looked triumphantly at the Slave Hunters, his eyes almost cutting through the body of the prettiest slave girl. The slave hunters picked up their old-fashioned rifles and left sullenly, why, there were several big men with submachine guns behind Dunn.

"The boss said that he wanted to teach Colin a lesson, I think it would be appropriate to chop off a finger, and the next time this old idiot dares to sell a slave who can't give birth to a child, let's chop it up." The black man with a strip of red cloth wrapped around his forehead suggested, Dunn was too busy dealing with the broth at hand to deal with it, and when the black bread was washed down, he replied slowly: "AK Town has always hated not having enough heads, what do you say?" Say, I'm democratic. ”

His subordinates laughed.

Dunn swaggered to the end of the market, the pre-war highway toll booth became the management station of William's Market, counting the time, the boss should not have woken up at this time, it is extremely stupid to disturb the boss Spring Breeze, so Dunn consciously replaced the guard to create taxes for the boss.

The toll window under the management station is picking out coins from the wasteland customers entering the market, five coins per person. Dunn likes to run into a fool who fights taxes by force, so he can justifiably kill him, take everything and take everything, even better if he takes the family with him. Dunn smacked that since the market had opened a bar, it should be called Williamtown.

Dunn stared at the crowd in line, there was a big man with a strong physique, this kind of person can not provoke if he can not provoke, he launched a mad to subdue the general few copper plates are easy to make, and if he loses his life, he will lose his life, and the big man is a small man whose face is hidden in the hood, Dunn looked at the brown hair that inadvertently burst out of the hood with interest, it may be a girl who has taken a bath, Dunn thought, and his heart was pounding.

The third person was wearing a dust towel, and the long strip of gray cloth wrapped around his shoulders was a spear, this is an uncle, Dunn silently noted down the characteristics of the three people, and followed after greeting, arousing curiosity is a must, but in his own territory, he can still indulge a little.

The three of them were always close to each other, watching each other's backs, whether intentionally or not, all passers-by who approached them would be blocked out of the small circle, Dunn bought a plate of sour plums and chewed it, the hooded girl was attached to the back of the giant man, his left hand swinged back, patted the side of his buttocks, raised the placket of his clothes, and then Dunn saw the holster.

At this point, Dunn should wake himself up and leave, three with guns? It's not called trouble, it's war, but the girl's inadvertent arc that shows her head slightly almost makes Dunn dizzy.

The young man of the three was talking to the shopkeeper, taking advantage of the opportunity, Dunn ventured closer, and unknowingly pinched the girl's buttocks, the girl turned her head sharply to stare at him, the hood covered most of her face, but the remaining fair complexion had already indicated the gender, the giant man's two hairy hands grabbed Dunn's shoulders, pinched his bones and clicked, and the urn said angrily: "Boy, your hand is in the wrong place." ”

"So get out." Dunn flew into the air, and before he could fall into the mud, he heard the word "fuel."

"You wait." This time it was Dunn's turn to let loose the cruel words and slip away, and before fleeing, the girl made a shooting gesture at him, biu, right in the eyebrows.

Dunn ran into the management station with his tail between his legs, and the third toll window was where the boss rested, the boss brushed his teeth under the service of the newly soaked horse, the boss's new hobby, it is said that this will help last longer, but Dunn doesn't understand what the teeth have to do with the second, but since he is the boss, then the boss is all right.

"If there's a fart, let it go." The boss's speaking style is concise and clear, and he is like a gun.

"Boss, it's early." Dunn nodded, and the boss gave him a kick and scolded, "Come here and say this, get out." ”

Dunn laboriously wiped the shoe prints on his chest and flattered, "Boss, I found a business. ”

"Put."

The boss listened carefully to Dunn's narration, and then rewarded him with a strong kick and scolded: "You bull brain knows that they have guns, because they are ready to rob because they said 'fuel'?" Nick Dunn, you ruined my good morning, stick! ”

The boss's horse handed the boss's baton, and Dunn took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the choppy ravine, and then ate a stick on the back of the head, and before the boss stepped on the soles of his feet, Dunn shouted, "Car!" ”

"They have cars." The soles of his feet didn't step Dunn into the mud, and Dunn said like a cannon: "I heard the kid wearing a dust towel say that he wanted to buy oil, and Old Jack asked him what number of gasoline he was, and the boss knew that this was a disguise, but that kid first asked if there was a No. 93, and then to No. 87, this year, who buys oil and asks for the label!" ”

The boss stretched out his hand and pulled it into the ravine, and said, "That makes sense." ”

"There are only three of them! There are girls among them! I swear it was a bathed beauty with white skin like pure water! Dunn never looks away! Dunn swore by it.

"Hmm." The boss's mobile game moved elsewhere, that is, the moment he swallowed his saliva, the boss made a decision and said: "The regulations can't be broken, first check the bottom carefully, and I'll personally take people to do it when I get out of the market." ”

Deng N walked out happily, his mind full of the girl's gesture of a shot.

……

"The lowest price, 500 coins a barrel, 900 two barrels." Simon's eyebrows twitched, a barrel of regular gasoline was more expensive than he had imagined. It has been five days since leaving Blackwater Town, the mechanical wear and tear of the pickup truck is very serious, Simon does not dare to drive fast for fear of driving and falling apart, the speed can be 40km/h is not bad, plus there are a lot of poor-eyed mobs on the road, the pickup truck is completely out of gas, but there are still two or three hundred kilometers away from the steel city that Jonathan said, and this road is too far to go, so Simon gritted his teeth and said: "870, two barrels!" ”

Jonathan carried a wooden crate of gasoline in dozens of plastic bottles. Simon understands that driving into the gathering place is too steep, and any vehicle is extremely sought-after, and Mayor Blackwater certainly won't come with a machine gun. These days, gasoline barrels are in high demand.

Supplies were quickly purchased, the price of water was much higher than food, nuclear radiation had polluted all water sources, and occasional rain was bound to be acid rain, and the pure water obtained by soil distillation and filtration was really scarce, Simon didn't want to get radiation sickness, coins were sparked like flowing water, and Jonathan's anti-radiation was eaten again. In just a few days, his pocket was half empty, and Simon silently estimated the mercenary price, smiling bitterly.

Until sunset, Simon and the three of them left William's Market as quietly as possible.

Dunn squatted for a long time, and the news of Old Jack's oil sale was confirmed, who would have the luxury of taking gasoline for heating? The boss must have hidden the car, and the boss was very happy, promising to give Dunn the horse award when the matter was completed.

"Get on the horse, cowboy." Dunn remembered the woman who couldn't remember her face last night, and muttered in a low voice, but his pace was steady, after all, he had a gun in hand, and he didn't panic, not to mention that it was destined to be a sleepless night.