“fifty-four（54）。”

In the entrance of the alloy, two large Arabic numerals with black and white backgrounds hang on the concrete wall.

The car drove down a metallic broken surface, and Zhao Qian originally thought that there would be a fire or dim light after entering, but it was not.

The long-lost light came to my face.

This group of people seemed to be basically a little accustomed to it, and the light of the energy-saving lamp tube with the same brightness as the real world shone on Zhao Qian's face, and he raised his head to look, but there was no other change.

The eyes of the desert bandits in the crowd who still had some pride on their faces flashed with disappointment, after all, they had seen too many people who were too excited by what they saw after coming here for the first time.

The environment after Judgment Day, maybe it's the best here.

Drive inside.

Gone are the metallic alloy pavement, replaced by the most common thing in the steel forests before Judgment Day, cement.

Zhao Qian quietly followed the convoy, but did not speak. He's watching, everything here.

Horses, herbivorous mutant creatures, some improvised vehicles after the Judgment Days, pedestrians coming and going, and houses built in a few scattered ways.

It is made of wood, cement, everything.

Have you seen the slum on the third brother's side, Zhao Qian now seems that this architectural flavor has a tendency to develop in this direction.

It's a lot of land, but it's not a lot of planning.

This was his first reaction, and the further he went, the more he felt this way. In Zhao Qian's opinion, after entering through the wide alloy entrance, the walls that spread out on both sides were more like the walls of a city, which gave this place a fairly large amount of free space. As for what this space was originally for, he didn't have a good answer.

"Your Excellency?"

Walked almost a third of the way through the somewhat deformed city of this building, and along the way Zhao Qian saw a lot of things about the city. Stalls of plants and crops that I have never seen before, shops that sell eggs of creatures that I can't recognize, shops that can eat, taverns and women that pull men in from outside, and shops that are full of hot weapons and cold weapons.

"Gerbils! A gerbil that can find the direction of the water source in three minutes! ”

Next to this group of people, a man dressed quite a little similar to Uncle **** put an iron cage with a lot of small creatures that looked like voles at his feet and shouted. It attracted a lot of people's attention.

In the Texas desert, water is the number one thing.

"Say it."

Zhao Qian sat in the car, looking at the first black man in front of him, he looked a little uneasy, after all, no one knew what kind of character this killing god in front of him was.

Even the sand bandit gathering place, which has repeatedly emphasized that it is not possible to kill people in the gathering place, cannot avoid the violent incidents that will occur in the private of human beings, to put it mildly, Zhao Qian wants to kill them now, and no one can really stop him.

"Can we go?"

He asked, and then saw Zhao Qian's nod as if he had been pardoned to leave.

There was hardly any need to turn back, and the five men rode what was under their crotch and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Aren't you leaving?"

He looked at the middle-aged man who was still helping him drive in some surprise, he didn't understand, shouldn't this guy be in the same group of guys?

"Only the weak will stay away from the opportunity to befriend the strong."

The middle-aged white man drove meticulously through the crowd, not paying any attention to the occasional greedy glance from the crowd. His words made Zhao Qian couldn't help but look at this person a few more times.

"Interesting, who taught you?"

The oriental boy asked, but his smile made the old driver tense his nerves. He'd seen this Asian smiling and killing people, and it was dangerous.

"Mike Seth, a terrible desert bandit, my father."

"Well, a wise old man."

Zhao Qianxu commented matter-of-factly, but let the middle-aged man who originally thought he knew Mike Thursway's name look at him a few times.

"My lord, he's only in his forties. You know, when he was twenty years old......"

Green said suddenly, it seemed that this man had a very heavy weight in his heart, or rather, maybe even his pride, and he was proud of this man as an example.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

Zhao Qian looked at this young man who had plucked up his courage, and it took a long time to conclude from this guy's face that he was old because he had not taken care of it for a long time.

The vehicle also quickly stopped in front of a house that looked good on the outside, and looked up, a few handwritten black words were still clear.

"Cowboy Hotel."

"My lord, this is probably the best place in the Outsiders' area."

Green also got out of the car and motioned for Zhao Qian to drive in by himself.

The young man, who was a little old, nodded to the strong man in front of him and walked towards the center of the city.

drove the car to the door of the hotel, and a neatly dressed young man standing at the door immediately came over, hung a small wooden sign with a horse-shaped pattern on the new customer's car, and helped Zhao Qian carry down some of the suitcases that he used to pretend to be.

It looks like a star-rated hotel before the trial.

The young man who had helped Zhao Qian carry his things followed him, and next to him, a big-bellied man in a suit, whispered in the ear of the new Asian guest about the benefits of the hotel. He looks like the lobby manager of this hostel.

"Welcome to the Cowboy Hotel, my guest."

The shop is lit with glowing wax worms, which brighten up the building, which originally looked large.

"Here you don't need to worry about your luggage, your own food, your own vehicle, anything that belongs to you being stolen. You don't need to worry about your safety either, as we are the best hostel in the outsider area. ”

The pot-bellied man said, his tone unabashedly proud and the immensity of the power behind the hotel that his words hinted at.

In fact, Zhao Qian looked at some of the subtle arrangements here and felt that this was indeed the case. The neatly parked vehicles outside with wooden signs illustrate all this.

"How much does accommodation cost?"

"One room, one day, one canned meat. You can also ...... with something else valuable."

It is four times more expensive than those places outside where people stay, Zhao Qian thought in his heart. But I didn't listen to what was next.

"I'll stay for seven days."

He said, taking seven cans of beef from the box that he had stolen from someone else's hands and placing them on the table with candles at the cashier in the lobby.

It seems that they have never seen a guest who has paid directly for several days in a row, and the people who received Zhao Qian quickly fell into a crash. After all, in this world, food is the most cherished thing. But soon, the big-bellied manager was stunned and quickly reacted.

"Okay, guest, please come with me."

Zhao Qian went upstairs with the diligent guide in front of him, and the cans he put on the table were quickly put away.

Walking upstairs, there was a burst of ticket information in my ears.

"You discovered the hidden area of the world, Area 54."

"You've entered the desert bandits." ――

Divide-Cut-Line -

"Is the news confirmed?"

In a room lit with wax worms, two people sitting were looking at the guy who was standing, waiting for an answer from the guy's mouth.

"Yes, there is a rich outsider here today. He lives in a cowboy hotel. ”

The standing, skinny monkey-like guy said, and after taking a can that had been tossed, he said thank you.

"You gave me a good deal."

The man who admired the canned food said, but his words were more inquiring. He didn't believe that the other party would be so kind, or that he hoped to reap more benefits.

"He killed Soros, think about it, you just have to kill him and you will gain the friendship of the Armstrong family and me. This business is a sure success. ”

As if in response, the other man hated, his mind recalling the corpse that had been shot through the throat with a crossbow arrow. It was his best friend, even though they weren't in the same family.

The man who rewarded the canned food didn't answer, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Although the young man's friendship with Soros is well known in the gathering place, this incident also looks more like a private revenge. But he always felt that something was wrong.

As for why it was privately and not overtly, it was also because this area was the territory of the Seth family, and the hands of the two families could not reach here.

Things were negotiated one after another.

The young man who was talking about business went out and turned around, his eyes flashing with a hint of mockery.

How could he not know that these ordinary people who relied on guns in the sky could not deal with the demon with a sword.

These are just bait to attract that guy's attention, anyway, it wasn't their family's subordinates who died, what did he feel sorry for.

The real killer move, he had already thought of it.

If the Seths family wants him, I'll get rid of him.

With an inexplicable sense of pleasure, the young man left this somewhat dirty place.