It is often said that two things will bring the Golden Age of prosperity and strength back to Steel City in a hundred years. The first is the sacred code of law established in the place where the city was built, which is very light, thin and short, with only a few lines, first: all men are equal: second: respect for private property; Third: do not support useless people: Fourth: citizens need to be reviewed; Fifth: Always be neutral.

The second is the great black wall, with a steel barrier to protect the steel city from the invasion of bizarre wasteland creatures, the towering black wall around the lake for dozens of kilometers is an indestructible doomsday pure land in the present era, the lake has raised millions of people in the north, the lake does not dry up for a day, the black wall does not fall down for a day, then the steel city will never fall.

"Give way and give way! Untouchables! Way! Marco slammed into the sky, holding an earthen horn in his hand, and shouted: "If you get in the way, Lao Tzu will make your heads bloom!" ”

Simon was carrying a bottle of moonshine, and as soon as he got off his stomach, there was a line of fire that melted the snowy mountains, straight to the tip of his tongue, like a cola at the end of the spoilage period, like a sweet and bitter Starbucks, and a vodka mixed with ice and snow in Moscow? This, combined with the hormones of men and women, creates a fragrant, pungent and unique taste of the wasteland spirits. After careful counting, an M2HB with two boxes of bullets remaining, more than 40 long and short guns, and thousands of bullets. The second is the reserve grain of the two K82 gathering places, and the smoked dried fish in a cellar, although Simon said that Jonathan is not polite and can bring it all back to the settlement he created, but the giant still insists on gradually deducting it according to the market price. Simon took a coin and said, "As the wasteland proverb goes, life is a small matter. You also said that you should be well fed and clothed, boy. Now it's my turn to say to you, be well fed and clothed, Titan. ”

"Boss." Marco leaned into the window, knocked on the glass, and said, "The entrance is very congested, or we ......" The road was full of homeless people with their hands and feet locked and shackled, and those who were slightly slow to move were a blast of air, and the exorbitant term mercy had long since been erased from the dictionary of the slave hunters.

"As long as you don't make trouble for me, you can do the rest yourself." The strong material production capacity of the Steel City has led to the creation of many sub-towns outside the city, and Simon's convoy is located in Slave Town, the largest population flow center in the Thirteen Cities. Due to the city's founding code, the trade of people was strictly forbidden in the city, after all, the entrances to many shelters were inscribed with the inscription that all people were equal, and by the way, a certain pre-war law was copied from the original text. The lower ones should share the worries of the higher-level ones, step out of the outer city wall, and the light of the code is shrouded in the lawlessness.

"Yes, sir." Marco licked half of the rabbit's lips, and with a push of the bolt, the muzzle suddenly burst out with a hot metal jet, and the hurricane-like gunfire instantly ploughed the way ahead, and a pendulum fell and rose, sweeping out a scarlet carpet, "Save ammunition!" Peter shouted with his mouth folded, and anyone standing near the machine gun couldn't help but be attracted by the brilliant and furious flames.

The barrel of the gun smoked slightly, and in a few seconds, the M2 machine gun fired out half of the bullet chain, and the homeless people who were lucky enough to pick up their lives scattered into the wilderness like birds, "yes~ That's cool." Marco picked his teeth, dug out a cloud of meat foam from the back molars, and threw it into a puddle of rotten meat in front of the jeep, "Poof~" The mercenary slashed his fingers diagonally, turned the gun to aim at the K82 mob behind the leashed car, and warned loudly: "Don't fall behind, don't peek, don't talk to each other, the first time, eat the whip, the second time, shoot and kill!" ”

The outcasts, wrapped in cartridge trophies, happily carrying their guns between the captives and the captives, forgot to take off their skins, and within ten miles they would enter again from the same junction. But, anyway, not today, right?

The machine gun was well mastered by Marko, not a single shot was scattered, and it didn't hurt other people's strong mules, where did it come from a thorn in the head, from time to time, there were people in the steel city with the Bailing logo in and out, and they still turned a blind eye, and the gunshots rang out, not only this one entrance, there were too many pests in this world, so many that they blocked the normal metabolism, and there were scavengers who contributed bullets, and they were happy.

Simon slammed the door behind him and walked into the Slavetown Square, where all sorts of loot brokers were pumping their tongues to mercenaries with their pockets full of coins, or proudly checking on the outcasts hunted from all over the wasteland. Once an agreement is reached, after being demoted to a slave, wear a price tag and take another section of the city's ecological cycle.

Blood, gun oil, dust, spicy and choking inferior cigarettes are undoubtedly the best label for mercenaries, the rotten wolf smelled flesh, Simon just stepped off the jeep, and a group of agents surrounded him.

"Sir! Bullet 3-for-1 ratio, buy 10 boxes and get 1 box free! "Girl! The prettiest girl on the East Coast! High chest, belly, fat ass, and vaccinated! Totally healthy! Splashing on the cheap grease powder tries to hide the stinking Slavetown smell, until the agent who ransoms the prisoners of war shows up waving a blank check, Simon grabs a thief who has the audacity to put his hand in his pocket.

"Guards." The shopkeeper who maintained the basic order was sharp-eyed and sharp-eyed, and immediately caught the thief with a sore face, and after a burst of punches and kicks, Simon sat down with his hands in his hands, and a cup of hot vine tea was served, and he leaned into the maid's slender and smooth skin with interest, "Come, beauty, my wallet is as uncomfortable as." The maid grinned and slipped into Simon's arms, and Simon took out a handful of coins and sprinkled them among her snow-white ravines.

Slave traders are accustomed to seeing the indulgent feasts of mercenaries who have been paid for their killings, what is this compared to what is it now? Simon said as he held the maid in his arms, "Fourteen men, twenty-one women, all young adults. ”

"A strong mule is fifty dollars a head, and a ewe is eighty dollars." Simon let go of the maid and took the slave trader to check the body mass of the K82 mob, and yesterday Marco and Ramirez, the two mercenaries who showed that they continued to follow, dealt with the prisoners of war in a deep way, making the slave trader impeccable. The agent with a wisp of goatee took out a pen and paper to write and draw, and Simon said impatiently: "Two thousand five." ”

"Two thousand."

"Two thousand four."

"Two thousand three."

"Deal."

Ramirez unchained the slave trader's men, rubbed his hands together and said a few words, and Simon then turned around and struck Goldeneye in the chest with an uppercut.

"Hey! I want a small gift. Simon took the money bag, handed it to Ramirez to count the color, dragged the maid just now, played with it wantonly, and said, "I sold you thirty-three good goods, this, I want it." ”

The slave trader was busy keeping accounts and weighing, looked at Simon with a professional smile, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The general likes it, take it, and it is her blessing to serve the general." ”