Falcon Town, the entrance of the town.

Baker, the captain of Davide's security team, couldn't help frowning as he looked at the sand storm that was forming on the horizon in the distance, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

It's late now, and the nights in the wasteland are always unusually peaceful, especially when the wind and sand are heavy, and the damned ghouls and xenomorphs always like to take advantage of this chaos to sneak up on the town.

"No one should come to this point again, turn on the searchlights, check once again that the power grid is strong and normal, and prepare to close the gate-"

Baker shouted to his teammates.

The entire Falcon Town is surrounded by either walls or power grids, and even so, it is not 100% safe, but a little more insurance.

"Captain, there's a car coming over there!"

At that moment, one of the team members pointed into the distance and said to Baker.

Baker followed the team's fingers and saw in the distance a black skeleton car speeding towards Falcon Town.

The skeleton car drove fast, and on the barren road, it pulled a cloud of smoke and dust, but in a minute or two, it came to the entrance of the town.

Several of the security guards on Baker's side raised their guns and pointed their guns at this guy - in the wasteland, this is the most basic vigilance.

The driver was a short-haired middle-aged man, fair-skinned, who didn't look strong, and even looked a little weak - this is rare, people who survive in the wasteland, whether they are men or women, there are two things that are difficult to avoid, one is wind and sand, and the other is radiation, and these two can always make people's skin rough.

Of course, there are also those who really eat well, sleep well, and raise white and clean, such as the eldest lady of Davide's company - but such a eldest lady will not and cannot drive a skeleton car alone in the wasteland.

"This is Falcon Town, the territory of Davide Corporation, Wastelander, what are you doing here?"

Baker stood in the doorway, shouting as he continued to look at the other.

He could make out that they were wearing a standard garment from a pre-war shelter - a garment made of special fibers, which was sturdy, had excellent defense, and was also very resistant to radiation, making it a sought-after item in various towns.

"I've heard that Falcon Town is a great place to do business, and I have a truckload to sell. ”

Zhao Li completely ignored the muzzles of the guns pointed at him, got up from the frame car, and said to the group of armed men in front of him.

These people were looking at him, and he was looking at these people.

There is no doubt that these soldiers in front of them, who are wearing uniform gray uniforms and have a falcon logo tattooed on their armbands, are much stronger than the group of marauders killed by Zhao Li in terms of status, combat quality, and equipment.

"Go check it out. ”

A security team member of Davide's company, holding a gun, walked to Zhao Li's car, turned it over briefly, there were a lot of guns and shelter clothes piled up on the car, and finally the security team member lifted the tarpaulin behind the car, facing the bloody flesh pile underneath, it didn't look uncomfortable, obviously used to it.

Well... Since this is a wasteland world, and looking at the appearance of those marauders who want everything, Zhao Li is not pretentious, before leaving, he pulled all the shelter clothes from the corpses, and put the guns on the car, and drove the car full of "goods".

In order to change to the "bottle cap", the wasteland world has its own unique survival rules, if you want to live, you have to abide by all this, sell these things, and then exchange them for fat house happy water and huierkang, which is Zhao Li's plan.

The Davide security team nodded at the captain after the search, so the latter got out of the way and signaled for Zhao Li to drive into town.

When Zhao Li slowly drove the skeleton car through the checkpoint, Baker shouted at him: "New face wastelander, remember the rules of Falcon Town, first, no murder is allowed in the town, second, all transactions must be taxed to Davide Company, third, everything in this town is decided by Davide Company!

"Good luck with mushrooms and a barn full of rats!"

Zhao Li nodded at the security captain, and responded like a real wastelander.

This is what Zhao Li heard on the radio - "I wish the mushrooms a good harvest, and the barn is full of mice", this sentence appears at the end of almost every paragraph on the radio.

After Zhao Li's car had completely passed through the checkpoint and driven into the town, Captain Baker turned around and ordered again: "Power on, close the gate, and no outsiders will be allowed to enter until the sun rises tomorrow!"

With Captain Baker's order, the iron gate of the checkpoint slowly closed, more than three meters high, and the power grid around the entire Falcon Town was also instantly connected to high-voltage electricity.

From Zhao Li's appearance to entering the town, no one has asked Zhao Li's identity and name, and no one cares how his car came to be or how the goods on it came to be - in the wasteland, all this is meaningless, the only meaningful thing is... Alive!

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"Anyway, this Falcon Town is much better than I thought... Well, after all, two hundred years have passed since the nuclear war that destroyed the world, and this town looks like a cowboy style town in the West..."

After Zhao Li passed the level, he thought so.

The Falcon Town is not small, and in size it is about the size of some of the rural towns it once used to be - but at first glance, there are no high-rise buildings, the highest is about two or three storeys of buildings, and most of them are wooden and look dilapidated.

However, there are also some brick and earth buildings, but they are obviously reused from the remains of houses left over from 200 years ago.

In short, it looks more like a large slum.

"Over here... It used to seem like a rural community?"

Zhao Li flipped through the memories of the original owner of the body, trying to restore the location of this Falcon Town, what it was like two hundred years ago.

"Someone's coming! It's a new face!"

"Hey, Wastelander, do you need a guide?"

"I can show you around the whole of Falcon Town, all you have to do is... ！”

"I'm most familiar with Falcon Town, whatever supplies you need..."

When Zhao Li drove through the checkpoint and entered a dirt road that was relatively spacious enough to pass through two or three cars at a time, many people sitting in front of the dilapidated huts rushed to the front of the cars.

"Wizard?"

When Zhao Li heard this, he stopped the car.

That's right, he really needs a guide, and it's really a fool to cross over to an old popsicle, and he doesn't have any other fart than to know something about the situation from two hundred years ago.