44th year of the new calendar, Monday, March 16.

Cheng Bin used the hose in his mouth to suck out a mouthful of water from the water bag on his back, then carefully poured the water on the index finger of his left hand, stretched it out and watched the water on it dry.

"Humidity thirty."

He used his right index finger to press a few times on the personal computer strapped to his left forearm and set the parameters.

"Wind level three, one dense position to the left."

This personal computer is the size of an adult's palm and can be strapped to the arm, it is very powerful, and the only drawback is that it consumes electricity. You know, in the wasteland, charging is a luxury, and when there is no electricity, this thing is not even as useful as a brick.

Cheng Bin slowly swallowed the remaining half of the saliva in his mouth. In the wasteland, there is nothing to waste, including water that can be directly drunk.

He put his right index finger back on the trigger guard of the M16 rifle and moved it lightly a few times before slowly sliding it down to the trigger. At the same time, he tilted his head slightly, pressed his right cheek to the rifle, and his right eye just came to the sniper scope with the lens cover open.

What you see through the sniper scope is a mutant beast with a bright coat color that looks a bit like a deer.

Cheng Bin knew that those who were keen on classification had given mutant beasts a lot of distinctive names, but he had no interest in these names. To him, no matter how strange the mutant beast's appearance is, it doesn't change its inherent value.

No matter what kind of mutant beast it is, its flesh can be eaten, its blood can be drunk, and its fur can not only protect against the cold, but also resist radiation to a limited extent.

The most important thing is that a material called X4AV6 can be extracted from the internal organs of mutant beasts, which is an important raw material for the manufacture of genetic repair agents, and before human scientists solve the artificial synthesis of X4AV6, extracting from the internal organs of mutant beasts is the main way to obtain this magical substance.

To put it simply, mutant beasts can be exchanged for money, for a lot of money.

Money has no meaning in the wasteland, but no one can live in the wasteland all the time, and once they leave the wasteland, those who don't have money will not be able to move an inch.

The beautiful mutant beast didn't realize that there was a gun pointed at it a few hundred meters away. It was nibbling on the bryophytes on the ground with its head down, looking up cautiously from time to time. Its two large eyes, symmetrically long on either side of the elongated skull, look very beautiful.

As the breeze blew, a flying eagle spun half in the air and let out a lonely chirp.

The mutant beast was frightened by the sound of the eagle's roar, it raised its head suddenly, and looked back in the direction where Cheng Bin was hiding, at this time, a low gunfire rang out, and a 5.56 mm bullet drilled into the eye frame on one side of it, and drilled out from the other eye frame, and at the same time, it took away the life of the mutant beast.

The mutant beast's beautiful head jerked up, and then its body fell heavily to the ground. Not far away, a flock of crows perched on the ground were frightened, spread their iron-gray wings and soared into the air, hovering and croaking above the corpse of the mutant beast, trying to determine what had happened.

After the gunshots rang out, the ground fell into silence again, the mutant beast that was pierced through the head did not move again, and Cheng Bin, who was hiding in the grass in optical camouflage, did not move.

The danger in the wasteland comes from all sides, and at any time, every hunter who is hunting prey may have become someone else's prey, and only the most cautious person is likely to live a little longer—unless he does not want to live long.

Wednesday, March 18, 44th year of the new calendar.

When twilight covers Maple Leaf Town, smoke begins to rise from the chimneys of the town's houses, and if someone looks down from above, they will find a little more mottled on the desolate wasteland.

Cheng Bin sat at a table in the bar, with two slices of bread stacked on top of each other and a grilled sausage on a plate in front of him, along with a glass of wine. Maybe it's because it's not the busiest time of the day, so the bar is a little deserted.

"You look strange, your first time in Maple Leaf Town?"

The hostess who brought wine to Cheng Bin was about thirty years old, which was the most attractive time for women. She was tall, thin, with well-defined cheekbones and large eyes that shimmered movingly in the light of the lights.

"Doesn't your boss mind if you chat with guests?" Cheng Bin didn't answer her question, he looked at her and asked, "Or do you just have a **** boss?" ”

"It could be a little simpler. I'm the boss. The woman said, "Of course I'm also very understanding." ”

She pointed to the seat next to Cheng Bin, "Can I?" ”

Without waiting for Cheng Bin to answer, she sat down very elegantly, generally speaking, single men will not refuse women who take the initiative to approach, especially the more beautiful ones.

She looked at Cheng Bin and said, "Everyone calls me Emily." ”

Cheng Bin nodded, reached out and picked up the bread on the plate, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Emily wasn't embarrassed by the cold spot, she said curiously, "Are you left-handed?" She said, "Your left hand." ”

"My right hand has another purpose." Cheng Bin swallowed the bread in his mouth and picked up the wine glass with his right hand, "Like this." ”

Emily nodded, "Very principled." She saw that Cheng Bin had no desire to chat, so she got up from her seat and nodded to Cheng Bin, "It's a pleasure to chat with you." ”

"Is that how you keep your business thriving?" Cheng Bin glanced at the grilled sausage on the plate and asked, "I mean, accosting every guest?" ”

"Nope." Emily laughed, and she honestly said, "The best way to keep your business thriving is to take out all your business rivals and leave customers with no choice." ”

Cheng Bin was stunned for a moment, watched her leave suddenly, and then lowered his head in silence and continued his dinner.

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open, and two strong men walked in, they stood by the door and looked, and walked towards Cheng Bin with a clear goal, and after standing in front of Cheng Bin, one person said, "Someone wants to see you." ”

Cheng Bin swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, looked up at the other party and said, "I'm not interested." ”

"Okay, let's say again." The strong man said, "My boss wants to see you, he has a business for you." ”

Cheng Bin sighed, carefully put the leftover slices of bread in his hand back on the plate, the bread in Emily's shop was well baked, but some of it was too crispy and easy to fall off.

"Let me be clear." Cheng Bin said: "There are a lot of people who need to work here, and if you are willing to go outside the door to see, you should be able to see more, so since you come to me directly, I will investigate me as you." Then you should know that I just made a fortune, so there is no shortage of jobs right now. ”

"Of course, if you're not in such a hurry, you can wait a month and ask me, if I haven't died in a certain bed by then," he said. ”

The strong man was stunned for a moment, then turned to his companion and smiled: "Did he reject me?" He actually rejected me. Does he know who my boss is? ”

Then he bent down suddenly, and pressed his two fat palms heavily on the table in front of Cheng Bin, "My boss is Mr. Gu Bin. ”

When his two hands slapped on the table, the round table made of heavy oak wood shook violently, everything on the table shifted its position, and Cheng Bin only had time to hold the wine glass, so there were a lot of crumbs on the table.

He sighed as he stared down condescendingly at the brawny man who looked down on him to add to his sense of oppression.

"I see." He looked at the cup he was holding in his right hand and said, "It's a good wine, and I don't want to waste it." ”

Then he poured the wine from the cup into his mouth and drank it down. In the next second, he picked up the unused knife on the napkin with his left hand, pierced the strong man's palm, and nailed it to the table.

While the strong man screamed, his companion hurriedly reached out and pulled out the gun from the pouch on his waist, but his face was immediately smashed by the wine glass thrown out by Cheng Bin, and he took a step back in a panic and failed to draw the gun. Then Cheng Bin's gun rang out first, it was a revolver that was very common in the wasteland, and it was held in Cheng Bin's right hand at this time, and green smoke came out of the muzzle after it was fired.

He staggered back and fell on his back, knocking down an empty table.

"How dare you kill him?" The strong man with the palm of his right hand nailed to the table cried out in disbelief. He tried to pull out the gun with his left hand intact, but the pouch hung from his right waist, making the left-handed action seem ridiculous and difficult to complete. So he tried to pull out the knife that pierced his palm, but after touching the handle of the knife, the pain made him hesitate again.

Cheng Bin didn't answer the strong man's words, he stood up in silence, first put away the revolver, then took out a handful of coins from his pocket and lined them up on the table.

"Sorry for soiling your floor." Cheng Bin nodded to Emily, who was standing next to the bar and staring at him in amazement, picked up the napkin on the table, wrapped the grilled sausage that had not been touched and put it in his arms, reached out and picked up the backpack on the ground beside him, and then walked out of the bar door with a rifle in hand.

Soon, the sound of motorcycles starting outside the bar was heard from near and far until it was gone.