In the wasteland, 100 kilometers away from the transfer station dryland wharf, a huge red iron factory covering an area of dozens of acres stands proudly.

The factory is a regular rectangle, looking like a huge coffin box from a distance, with two wide doors in front of it, and vehicles entering and exiting from time to time.

The rusty and reddish barbed wire, from top to bottom, encompasses the whole factory, the barbed wire directly faces only one road for traffic, on both sides of the road, the orange-red color steel houses are lined up in rows, and the color steel houses are backlogged with a large number of new or old metal ironware, piled up into a mountain, becoming the second unbreakable barrier of the entire orange-red hall.

The sound of large machines can be heard in the factory, and in the open places on both sides, the wind and solar generators are dense, and the periphery is guarded by the color steel room, which provides a steady stream of electricity for the entire orange-red hall.

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A dusty and broken car turned from the dusty dirt road into the orange-red hall, drove along the only lane into the huge factory building, and found the fuel trading hall in the northwest corner.

There was a long line on this side of the fuel trading hall, second only to the arms trading hall on the other end.

The broken car driver handed the car keys to a woman in orange overalls, opened the trunk, and carried a man with his hands and feet tied and his mouth sealed.

The man was stout and fat, his white suit was covered with dust and blood, wrinkled, and the corners of his eyebrows were open, and there was no longer blood, and black-red blood scabs were formed.

The flower shirt grinned at the white suit, bent down to put the man twice his size on his shoulder, staggered into a passage in the fuel area, found the door with the sign of 'human oil compound', pushed the door and walked in.

When the white suit on his shoulder saw the sign hanging on the door, his eyes suddenly cracked, and he struggled hard.

The room was large and noisy, with several garbage recycling station-like machines running, the roar of the machines wringing and screaming into a fishy music.

At the entrance there was a low workbench, and a short-haired woman with goggles and a mask buttoned up on her face, wrapped in an apron made of leather, saw a floral shirt come in, and showed an inquiring look.

"Come on." The flower shirt smiled flatteringly, pointed to the man on his shoulder, and said, "I only need half, and the rest is used as a replacement." ”

The woman stood up, picked up the drill knife from the table, pointed to the iron bed covered in blood on the side, and motioned for the flower shirt to put the man down.

The flower shirt did as she was told, and the man was placed on the table, and the woman walked over and pinched the man's flesh with her hand, nodded, and said, "The upper body is for you." ”

The flower shirt nodded happily and raised her hands in approval.

The woman opened a machine against the wall, and the lid of the tin box that looked like a garbage recycling station was pulled up, revealing the shiny blade blade inside, and then went to the corner of the wall to pick up a 50-liter plastic bucket, inserted the hose at one end of the machine into the barrel mouth to fix it, and turned around to gesture to the flower shirt.

Flower Shirt grinned, obviously familiar with the process here. Reached out and unfastened the lock on the edge of the iron bed, pulled up the surrounding shields, locked them tightly, then went to the back of the door and grabbed the bloodstained raincoat and put it on his body, bent down and pulled out the chainsaw from under the bed, carefully applied some lubricating oil to the chainsaw, pulled the switch, and sawed it down under the frightened and desperate gaze of the man in the white suit.

'Blala'

The chainsaw was so old that the blade kept stuttering, and the shirt had to be pulled out and reoiled, and then continued to cut along the gap in the waist.

The chainsaw swirled, blood and flesh splattered, internal organs and intestines poured out of his chest, the upper body of the man in the white suit twitched, and blood spilled out of his mouth sealed with duct tape, and the horror in his eyes finally turned into despair.

After cutting, the woman put the lower body of the white suit into a sealed bag and sent it to the storage room, then pulled the iron latch under the bed, lifted the iron plate containing the blood plasma of the upper body and internal organs of the white suit together with the flower shirt, and poured it into the large iron box.

The woman waved her hand, signaling that the flower shirt could rest aside, closed the lid of the tin box, and pressed the knob, and the blade blade in the tin box began to turn, making a few muffled sounds.

Then, the woman took out a bucket of black viscous liquid from the storage room, poured it into the funnel at the top of the lid, wrenched it for more than ten minutes, turned off the machine, opened the valve, and the synthesized liquid flowed into the plastic bucket through the hose.

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A few minutes later, Hua Shirt returned to the trading floor with a plastic bucket, found his car, took out the oil suction from the trunk to fill the tank, and divided the remaining fuel into several small kegs and put it in the trunk.

It was nearly evening, the wind was speeding all the way, and the flower shirt felt a little hungry, calculating the distance from the transfer station, it was more than enough, so Youzai Youzai walked to the dining hall, rubbed his stomach, looked at the people who were eating, and tried to find a fat sheep to mix with his belly.

The people gathered here, except for the drivers who participated this time, were all weird gangsters living in the lower city, and it was difficult to judge which one was the soft persimmon that was easy to pinch, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, young or old.

As a landmark group settlement in the northwest Xiacheng District, the Orange and Red Hall is famous for its strong armed forces and absolutely fair and safe trading methods.

In addition to a car with super performance, the flower shirt is basically poor and white, and the unlucky guy in the white suit just now is still a driver who was captured in a circle when he approached the orange hall.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't even be able to drink saliva, let alone change to so much compound oil.

The Orange and Red Hall offers simple meals for passers-by, but everything is still based on the principle of trade...... Even the simplest bowl of chop soup requires you to exchange it for something of equal value.

As for the standard of equivalence, it is all up to the trader's preference.

Hua Shirt was hungry and didn't want to eat the compressed dry food in the car anymore, so she cheekily went to the order window and asked, "What can you exchange for a barrel of 5 liters of compound oil?" ”

The fat chef at the window shook his head with a blank face.

"Can I be accommodating, or if I exchange it for compressed dry food? I want to eat a hot meal. The flower shirt accompanied the smiling face, bowing and waving, but the fat chef ignored it.

"Next." The fat chef waved his long spoon and motioned for the shirt to dodge a little.

The floral shirt stepped aside, and behind her, a short-haired woman pulled out a new-looking walkie-talkie from her backpack.

The fat chef took it and looked at it, frowned and asked, "There is a base station?" Or a signal station? ”

"Nope." The woman shook her head, pulled out another night vision device and handed it in.

The fat chef and the flower shirt both frowned, and they couldn't help but look at the woman a few more times.

"What do you want to eat?" The fat chef smiled.

The short-haired woman licked her lips and said, "Clear water, meat." ”

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The short-haired woman sat down in a secluded spot with a plate, poured a small bucket of water into the kettle she carried with her, and tore open the steaming roast chicken to feast on.

The flower shirt rubbed over, sat down opposite the short-haired woman, stared at the roast chicken, and the Adam's apple moved.

The short-haired woman had sharp eyes, glared at her shirt, and continued to nibble on chicken wings.

"Ahem... Are you a racing driver or a downtown resident? Hua Shirt didn't have anything to say, sniffed, and the aroma of roast chicken made his stomach start to cramp.

The short-haired woman was silent only when he was air.

The flower shirt was bored, laughed dryly, pointed to the roast chicken, and said, "Can you finish it?" In this weather, it will be rancid on the road. ”

"Get out." The short-haired woman swallowed a large mouthful of meat, poured a few mouthfuls of water, and said, "Stay away from me." ”

The flower shirt grinned awkwardly, looking left and right, but still didn't dare to grab it in the orange hall, so he gritted his teeth and left the table, and sat on the other side to look at the short-haired woman silently.

The short-haired woman looked hungry enough, and a roast chicken wiped out most of it in a blink of an eye.

"Hiccup~" The woman burped, licked the oil stains on her fingers, and suddenly her expression changed, frowning and saying a few words.

The flower shirt looked amused, and he suspected that the woman was mentally ill, so he leaned in again, and heard the woman talking to herself.

“… Oh, my God... You've finally shown up...... Thought you were dead...... I'm coming to you...... Locked up...... I'm ...... in the orange hall."

The woman's words were intermittent, as if she was talking to another person on the phone, and her expression was sometimes nervous and sometimes relieved, which was very strange.

Seeing her frowning and talking to herself, Hua Shirt turned her attention elsewhere, so she secretly stretched out her hand towards half a roast chicken.

'Tuk'

"Ahhhh

A muffled sound, a scream.

The palm of the flower's shirt was pinned to the wooden table by a cold-lit tactical dagger.

Jin Ling pulled out the dagger and inserted it back into her waist, wrapped the roast chicken in oiled paper and stuffed it into her backpack, and walked away.