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Chapter 369
Along the way, Mark Rutledge meets all kinds of people, and without exception, they are all fleeing.

It's all because of the omnic, the omnic, that made them displaced and forced to leave their homes.

With a strong will, Mark has lived to the present, and now he no longer expects anything like companionship and friendship.

In this environment, no one will give their food to others, but will only snatch food from others, and any emotion will no longer exist.

Now it’s like a primitive society, full of the law of survival of the fittest. When you die, no one will sympathize with you or shed a tear for you, they will only think that you will not survive.

Mark still has a glimmer of hope for human nature. Not all the people who fled are cold-blooded animals, and there must be people with good intentions.

Yes, he met such a person who gave him a mouthful of soup when he was starving and cold, and hanged his life.But more people, once they saw any food on him, would come to snatch him in twos and threes.

As a result, those people generally couldn't beat him, and he stripped all those who came to rob him naked, and took away everything that could be used on him.

Clothes can be wrapped around the body to keep warm when it is cold. As for other things, there can be no gold and silver treasures, only a few pieces of burnt black bread at most.It is covered with dust, and I don't know how many hands this small piece of bread has passed through.

But such a small piece of bread can save people who are dying of starvation.

This is the first time Mark has snatched something from someone else, there is no way, it has to do this in order to survive, otherwise he will die.

Death may be a kind of relief, but he doesn't have the courage. He has always believed that death is worse than life, and ants are stealing life, let alone living people.With hands and feet, as long as he wants, he can live to the end.

Mark firmly believed in this.

I don't know how many places he has traveled, picking up garbage and digging through garbage dumps has become his daily routine, and negotiating with people is often a matter of exchanging some scraps of copper and iron for some food.

Other than that, he doesn't have any dealings with people anymore. In his opinion, when people approach him, they are thinking about the butcher knife he dug out from the garbage dump, or thinking about other things on him.

Gradually, he became taciturn. He once pulled up the leader of the Liberation Front team, but now he is no longer handsome, and he is more like a primitive scavenger who can't speak.

He didn't want to be like this, and he also longed for companions, but several people who had partnered with him betrayed him, took food and utensils and fled overnight, and abandoned him.

For those people, one more person will share more food, and one person can eat food for a long time, at least for a period of time without starving.

That's why he doesn't want to join forces now, he would rather do it alone than find so-called accomplices, they are all a bunch of white-eyed wolves, all of them!
Sometimes, when Mark was walking on the road, he would meet some sallow and emaciated children, and he felt a little bit unbearable.

"They got separated from their parents." Mark forced himself to think this, because he couldn't believe that parents would abandon their children at a young age.

It is said that blood is thicker than water, and tiger venom does not eat its offspring. No matter how cruel the parents are, they will not throw away their children.

Although that is the case.

Usually, Mark would break some bread for them. Although he knew that these children would still die, eating something would allow them to see more of the world, even if it wasn't very beautiful.

A ray of setting sun is like the scythe of death. It seems far away, but in fact, the next moment, the dim sunlight will sprinkle on the body.

Mark doesn't know when he will become like this, but he doesn't need to worry about it for now, his ability can provide him with food.

Now, he has no ideals. At first, he was full of ambitions to avenge the dead ALF members, but now he finds that in this radiation-affected wasteland, even living is so difficult.

Live, must live!

The days of survival passed quickly, picking up trash day after day, teaching those bad-hearted people, and exchanging the things they picked up for food.

After a few months, Mark's equipment looked brand new. Although they were all old, he was very satisfied.

Machetes, chain hooks, simple armor... He can always turn waste into treasure. A piece of garbage is useless, but a pile of garbage can make a piece of equipment.

There are a lot of people picking up rubbish. Here, there is no place name, and the prosperity of the past can't be seen. Anyway, it is now a crumbling town, which can no longer stand any blows.

This town gave him a place to live for these garbage pickers, and finally ushered in a queen.

Speaking of the queen, no one has actually seen the real face of the queen, maybe there have been, but Mark obviously does not belong to the kind of people who have seen it.

The Queen ruled the town and gave it a name, Junktown!

Since then, the people who are active in the town have a new title: Junker.

It can be regarded as a profession, scumbag, scumbag, picking up garbage all day long, digging out some metal waste to pick and choose, it can be said to be very vivid.

The queen is very intimidating and has set a few rules. If you want to live here, you must listen to her, because she can seek benefits for the scumbags.

If guns count as perks, maybe they are.

The emergence of hot weapons has intensified the contradictions among the scumbags. If you have a gun, you are a master. Even Mark, who is strong and strong, can't please people with guns.

Being robbed twice, Mark deeply understands the importance of guns.

So he rummaged through the garbage even more diligently, hoping to find some useful metal to assemble a gun, but he couldn't.

Chain hooks are easy to make, and guns are really not something ordinary people can make, mainly because he doesn't have the tools to make them.

He later met an engineer named Bruce, who provided the materials, who provided the techniques and tools.Finally, a gun made of metal trash was born.

It can shoot a large amount of metal shards at close range, and it can also shoot a shard ball that explodes at a distance, shooting a large number of shards from the point of explosion.

Mark named it the Burst Gun, which is very apt.

Of course, Bruce didn't work for Mark for nothing. He asked Mark to work for him for a few months and give him all the metal he picked up.He, for his part, will provide Mark with food and respirators.

With a gun, Mark became more and more famous in Junker Town, and almost no one dared to mess with him, so he got a famous nickname - Road Hog!
As the name suggests, the bully on the road can also be understood as the bully on the road.

No one dared to rob the garbage dump that Roadhog occupied first, for the simple reason that he couldn't rob it.

Some people like to call him a pig. Roadhog always shows his big belly and draws a pig's head. The big belly button acts as a pig's nose, but it is extraordinarily vivid.

"WILD" is written on the top of the pig's head, which seems to warn others not to provoke him, otherwise he will deal with the problem in a brutal way.

(End of this chapter)