"Whew! ——”

Strange sounds kept coming, from the throats of the glowing ghouls.

They pounced violently, even brainlessly, because the unreserved fluttering often caused them to hit some debris, and then it was a mess, such as a large number of glass bottles left over from the assembly line next to them.

"Help!"

Andy looked back and saw a man pounced on the ground by a glowing ghost, using the gun in his hand to stop the monster from biting his face.

He raised the python in his hand, briefly aimed and held his breath.

With a thud, the glowing ghoul fell to the side, a large hole in its head.

The frightened salvage wiped a handful of blood from his face, all of which glowed green, and his skin immediately became red and swollen after contact, even after taking anti-radiation drugs.

"Get him out of here! Deal with it! ”

Andy exclaimed, and suddenly thought of one thing in his heart, Jimmy, a super mutant who is strong and not afraid of radiation, is still a doctor, why didn't he come here with him? Where did he go?

A salvage man took the injured man out of the brewery and washed his face outside with some dirty water.

"This.... What is it doing?! ”

The voice behind him caught Andy's attention, and he saw a glowing ghoul of astonishing brightness staggering over at some point, its skin and bones, and the outline of its ribs and pelvis could be easily seen. It can be said that there is no muscle or fat on its body, but what is strange is its skin, which is a thick grayish white skin, although it is not thick enough to block the bright light emitted from its body.

"Drink...."

There was a strange sound like phlegm coming from the glowing ghoul's throat, and no one could figure out what kind of thinking these broken-brained creatures were thinking, or if they weren't thinking at all. .... It's just some instincts, but why do they have such crazy instincts? ...

Most of the glowing ghouls have been knocked to the ground, and even though they don't seem to need to ingest anything anymore and don't die naturally, the sheer violence of a physical nature can still easily turn them into minced flesh, and a bullet that shatters the bones and muscles of the internal organs, no matter what exactly it hits, will be devastating.

Looking at the last glowing ghoul, Andy indifferently pulled the trigger.

A bullet struck its shriveled chest, creating a hole and glowing blood spurted, but not much.

The glowing ghoul shook a few times, and seemed to fall to the ground like the rest of its kind, but eventually only fell to its knees...

Under Andy's strange gaze, it raised its arms and looked upwards with its face.

Clay was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted to run.

Andy raised his eyebrows, although he didn't know why he was running, but the decision of these locals must have made sense, so he also turned around and ran outside.

When he looked back, he saw an amazing scene.

The glowing ghoul, kneeling on the ground as if in a prayer position, suddenly let out a deep, deep roar, and the green light on its body grew stronger and stronger, until Andy felt as dazzling as the sun's rays.

"Roar—"

Then, a violent shock suddenly erupted, like a small green dust storm.

"Hide!"

Clay grabbed Andy and threw himself at a trash can on the side, but Andy was not knocked down due to his height, but was pulled behind it.

The bright green light overtook the sunlight for a moment, and the sensation of small particles of skin hitting and the noise of the Geiger counter entered Andy's brain.

At that moment, he seemed to see that scene again, the strange one under Atlantis, albeit in a flash.

A large number of deranged memory fragments erupted from the depths of his mind in an instant.

A great and indescribable emotion of fear and regret suddenly appeared for no apparent reason, and two often conflicting emotions merged at the same moment at the same time.

"What?"

Andy felt as if he had fallen into a foggy dream, and he saw a black dot appear in the green light in front of him, then a second and a third.

He looked at the three black dots arranged together in an inverted triangle, the black dots grew larger and larger, and finally turned into a black circle.

Just when something was about to emerge, the process was interrupted.

Everything instantly returned to color, Andy shook his head, and saw that the clay was tugging at his arm, all of which seemed to be hallucinations, but he was not unconscious, because he was standing......

"The is up again."

As Clay said this, Andy saw that the guys in the brewery were indeed getting back on their feet, and the wounds on their bodies had begun to heal in such a short period of time.

Andy also saw the guy who had just emitted strong radiation, the glowing ghoul kneeling on the ground, and the large hole in its body that had been pierced by a shot from a giant python was also showing signs of healing, but this sign finally stopped, and it seemed that it was not enough to complete the recovery of life.

If these guys have life, too.

It remained motionless on its knees, its head slightly raised to look into the air, its sunken eye sockets were shriveled eyes, and its nose had formed a hole in its face as it had fallen off.

“......”

Andy looked at the face of the ghoul and suddenly realized that these were the three unknown black holes he had just seen.

Two eye holes and a nose hole combine to form an inverted triangle.

The ghouls who got back on their feet weren't very strong, and they only recovered from being completely scrapped to being able to move again, and were soon all knocked down by the salvage crews again.

The boardwalk distillery was eventually cleared, and it only took two hours, not counting the time spent on the road. Most of the ghouls are killed or knocked down by Andy, and those unresponsive flutters are only a decent speed in V mode.

He passed by the ghoul who was kneeling and dead on the ground, and it seemed that the creature had consumed everything in his body, and his whole body had gone from the first radiant light to a dull one.

He stared at the shriveled face like a skeleton for a moment of silence, then kicked the guy down.

It's all dead, it's still convex shape....

The salvage hunters, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately began to check the equipment, these old equipment from the old world may have been idle for more than a hundred years, or even close to two hundred years, but from their experience, the probability that it can still be used is very high.

"This looks like the factory manager's office."

Andy pointed to a small, inconspicuous sign.

Clay and the others came over to take a look, confirmed this, and immediately prepared to open the door and go in to have a look, only to find that the door was locked.

He immediately took out a screwdriver and a hairpin from his trouser pocket.

"Awesome, can you teach me?"

Clay put away his tools and pushed the door open.

"Of course, no problem, but later."

Armed men poured into the dusty room, which contained a computer desk and two bookshelves with a jumble of miscellaneous books.

It seems that the director of this brewery likes to read books, and there are many folded newspapers on another shelf.

Clay and the others didn't pay attention to the books, they went to the computer desk and saw a letter on the table, opened it twice, threw it aside, and then began to operate the terminal. The terminal was still on, and it seemed that the brewery's fusion generator was still running as usual, and after finding a codebook in the drawer of the computer desk, the salvage workers were able to take control of the operating system.

"It's done, the Plank Road Distillery is now ours."

Clay breathed a sigh of relief as if it had completed its task.

"Thank you for your help Andy, Potter told me to tell you that if our winery is finally done, you will have a red and you can come and drink at any time."

Andy nodded indifferently, that was all for later, he didn't care much about that.

Picking up the letter that had been thrown aside by the salvaged man, the handwriting was very neat and clean, the director of the distillery seemed to be very cultured, and in this letter he stated the reason for his departure, which he had left for his uncle after he had driven away, but it was clear that his uncle had never been here.

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