"The bullet is in good condition, count you a bottle cap, how much meat are you going to buy." Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw Hall look at the bullet on his body, "Then let's get two pounds"

The butcher took a random piece of meat from the tarpaulin, skillfully cut it in half with a knife, and weighed it on the scale.

Looking at the weight displayed on the scale, he raised his head and said to Hall, "A little more than two pounds, and I'll take you thirty bottle caps."

As he spoke, he skillfully skewered the meat with a rope and handed it to Hall.

Hall also counted thirty bullets and handed them to the butcher.

Then he walked up to He Xi and said to him, "Mutant hounds, mutant creatures after the war, you must not have eaten them, they taste good and are very strong."

He Xi looked at the meat that Hall was carrying, it looked a bit like beef before the war, dark red, and at the same time there were fat textures, at first glance, it was a good piece of meat, but it was replaced with only 30 bullets, and he couldn't help but feel very puzzled, "Such a large piece of meat only needs 30 bullets, won't it lose money."

"Loss? Of course not" Seeing the puzzled look on He Xi's face, Hall explained to He Xi, "A mutant hound weighs hundreds of pounds, even if the internal organs and bones are removed, there is still a lot of meat, and this thing is not slow to reproduce, a litter can give birth to three or four, and killing one can eat for a long time."

Hearing Hall's He Xi, he nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else", He Xi said to Hall, and after speaking, he took Hall to wander around the square full of stalls, exchanging things with the vendors with bottle caps, constantly familiarizing himself with the rules of the wasteland.

Two hours later, He Xi looked at the large bag of things in his hand, and the bottle caps that had been added to the leather bag, which he had replaced with some small bits and pieces that he had brought out of the shelter.

Then he walked in the direction of the hotel, and when he was about to leave the trading market, his eyes suddenly swept to a familiar back, which was very tall and thin, and it was Keith who was separated from them at the gate of Iron Slag Town, and at this time Keith was standing at the front door of several young men he led, waving a long object wrapped in cloth, which seemed to be a long sword, and was talking to a small man who was only one meter six tall, and his excited voice could be heard from a distance.

"This is a sword left over from the country on the other side of the sea before the war, and now I can't find a few in the entire wasteland, and five radiant ones are really not expensive."

"What about the things on the other side of the sea, what can this sword be used for in the wasteland besides cutting mutated creatures, see, besides, you show me the sword."

As he spoke, the little man took the long sword from Keith's hand and tore off the cloth on the sword, and the moment he saw the long sword, a flash of joy flashed on his face, but then he coughed twice to hide the look on his face.

"Three, I can only give you three of your swords."

"Mr. Trick, look at this sword for so many years, it hasn't rusted at all, can you add two more radiant ning, five, five just fine."

Hearing Case's words, the little man called Trick raised his voice suddenly, like a rooster that had been frying.

"One radiation would rather sell three hundred bottle caps for one, five, do you know how much five three hundred is?"

As he spoke, he raised his palm, "Five or three hundred is 1,500 bottle caps, have you ever seen so many bottle caps as a garbage picker?"

Although Trick shouted so fiercely, he had another idea in his heart, "Only these hillbillies who can only pick up garbage will sell this sword as a weapon, and the rich people in Republic City are willing to pay a lot of money to buy this thing."

Suddenly, I felt a lightness in my hand, and when I looked up, I saw that the long sword in my hand had been snatched away by a young man in tattered earthy yellow clothes, and he was holding it in his hand and studying it carefully.

This made Trick suddenly have a feeling that his own things were taken away by others, and he couldn't help but scold him, "Where did you come from, you hillbilly, you dare to rob Uncle Trick's things."

Wearing the khaki yellow clothes was He Xi, and the clothes on his body were the U.S. Army uniforms he had dug out in the warehouse of the shelter, and the tattered clothes were cut from the previous battle with the mad ghouls.

"Since you think the price is too high, then I'll buy it," He Xi, who was observing the long sword, said to Trick without raising his head.

"What, you hillbilly dare to grab something from me? Believe it or not, I'll shoot you with one shot", Trick's face flushed with excitement from He Xi's words, and he took out a small pistol from his pocket and pointed it at He Xi's head and said.

He Xi threw the sword to Keith and said to him, "I'll give you more of the Radiant Ning", and after speaking, he lowered his head to look at Trick, who was a head shorter than him.

With a hint of murder flashing in his eyes, he reached out and locked Trick's neck and leaned into his ear, "You want to kill me, huh?" ”。

Trick's hand, which was locked to his throat, kept waving in midair, and the small pistol in his hand had long since lost its sight.

"Whoa", the seven or eight caravan guards behind Trick immediately raised their guns and "let go of Mr. Trick", one of the caravan guards said to He Xi fearfully.

At this time, Keith smiled bitterly, He Xi's price was high, and he also saved his life, so it was reasonable to help him "young man, pick up arms".

After hearing Keith's words, the people brought by Keith pulled out their weapons from their bodies, although they were all very rudimentary weapons, such as sharpened steel bars and other things, but they were so close that they really didn't know who would win and who would lose in a fight.

"Hey, hey, do you want to make trouble", seeing that the movement here was getting louder and louder, the guard in charge of maintaining the order of the trading market shouted and ran over.

"If something happens, go outside the town to deal with it, don't disrupt order in the town."

He Xi let go of the hand that was tightly locking Trick's throat and clapped his palm indifferently.

Trick sat down on the ground and touched his reddened neck, he had just truly felt the breath of death that no giant mutant scorpion in the wasteland had ever given him.

He glanced at the guard and He Xi fearfully, and then walked to a two-headed cow with two large wooden boxes on its back, holding the reins on the cow's head, and said nothing.

Just as he was about to walk out of the trading market, Trick turned around and looked at He Xi resentfully, as if he wanted to remember He Xi's appearance deeply in his mind.

"Be careful not to make trouble in the town, otherwise I don't mind a few more human corpses outside the town", after threatening He Xi for a few words, the guards left He Xi and returned to the outskirts of Exchange Square to continue to maintain order in the square.