Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded

The tavern is sandwiched between a bunch of buildings that are disorderly and unplanned, and it is inconspicuous.

Most of the neon signs at the door are broken, and they are sometimes bright and sometimes dim due to unstable voltage.

But the business in the tavern is very good. Even from a long distance, you can hear the noise coming from inside.

Song You first wiped his face, and his stiff facial muscles relaxed.

Then he pushed open the door of the tavern.

The curtains in the tavern were drawn, and the light was very dim, filled with the stench of sweat and alcohol. The tavern was full of all kinds of violent superpowers with fat faces.

They had all kinds of strange hairstyles, and their exposed arms and chests were full of bullet scars and claw marks of mutant creatures.

These people should be the personnel who were replaced, and they should not waste their time while they have time.

From time to time, they pulled the exposed maids in the tavern into their arms and laughed rudely.

The tables of these drinkers were full of empty bottles, and the dark circles under their eyes were very obvious.

They had obviously been drinking all night long.

There was even a person in the corner holding a glass syringe and injecting something into his arm.

Passing through those people who were drinking red-faced, Song You walked to the bar.

"Give me a glass of the best liquor."

The bartender looked at Song You hesitantly. Baigui was the best liquor in their tavern, which came from the shelter winery.

It was not the inferior liquor brewed by other retail customers.

Song You saw the hidden meaning in his eyes, took out the crystal source core from his arms, and lined it up on the counter.

The bartender hurriedly put the crystal source core into the cash register on the counter.

These crystal source cores were enough for some people in the whole tavern to drink for a day.

These customers had complex identities, some were locals, and they were still quite obedient.

Those superpowers from Shelter No. 8 simply treated Shelter No. 36 as a colony.

If they were tempted by money, no one would help them do anything.

Especially for third-party people like Song You who come in for supplies.

The bartender carefully opened the wine cabinet behind him with the key hanging around his neck. He took out a bottle of old-packaged white wine from it, unscrewed the lid, and poured a small cup for Song You.

Song You took the wine glass in his hand, took a few pieces of crushed ice from the ice bucket on the side, put them in the wine glass, and shook it gently.

The crushed ice hit the wall of the glass.

It reflected the bright light under the dim light.

Song You took a sip, and a hot line extended directly from his mouth to his stomach. He shivered and his whole body became warm.

He lifted the glass and poured the whole glass of wine into his throat.

Although the environment of Shelter No. 36 has changed greatly, the housekeeping craftsmanship of brewing is still so classic.

No wonder all shelters like to trade wine with Shelter No. 36.

It should be said or not, it still tastes the same as before.

Domineering!

The bartender was a little surprised to see Song You drink the whole glass of White Ghost in one gulp.

This kind of wine is very strong. Even people with a good alcohol tolerance have to sip it in small sips, otherwise they will get drunk easily.

At this moment.

Someone behind Song You asked in a low voice.

"Sir. Do you want to see Mr. Rock?"

The person behind him first confirmed Song You's intention.

"Yes."

Song You put down the wine glass and turned his head to take a look.

It was a young man, but he was not a superpower. He was gentle and refined, more like a researcher.

"It's rare. You are not a superpower." Song You asked.

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, it's almost a rare species. I guess... it's almost there."

His helplessness was clear.

Song You probably knew that this person should have a close connection with the second awakening potion, which was why he delayed until now.

"Have a drink?" Song You planned to treat him to a drink.

However, Song You just finished his words.

A sturdy man sitting not far away suddenly stood up, staggered towards Song You, staggered, and fell limply on the bar, with one hand on Song You's shoulder.

"Hey, rich guy, you are very rich, please buy a drink for all of us brothers present."

A strong smell of alcohol mixed with sweat hit Song You in the face. Song You looked at the dirty marks on his shoulder that he had scratched, and then looked at his damp chest hair.

Grabbing his neck, Song You took out a handful of primary crystal source cores from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

Until his mouth was stretched to a great extent, saliva mixed with blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, he was still stuffing it in, as if he was going to burst his mouth.

This sturdy man was just a small follower of the No. 8 shelter staff who came to test him.

There is no concept of law in any shelter, but in order not to affect order, it is strictly forbidden to have a fight in the shelter.

In Shelter No. 36, the only one who can fight without being punished is hiding in the ruins city.

Song You didn't care. If he showed a little weakness, they would treat him as a fat sheep and a soft persimmon, force him to other places, take away all his money, and leave only a naked corpse.

Song You is not a coward.

Those who can cross the wilderness are ordinary people.

Those who dare to join the occupation after seeing a terrifying person like Bi Ye are even more extraordinary.

It's just that Song You was not as cruel and vicious as Shen Bei under the halo of Shen Bei.

Once he comes out alone.

It's like the wind from the clouds and the rain into the dragon.

Song You's unscrupulous torture of the thug who came to test him made the people behind him know that he was a tough guy who was not easy to mess with.

"Sir, I have no way to discipline my subordinates, but he is a member of the Spider Queen after all."

A thin man finally stood up and looked at Song You.

Song You knew that the time had come, and if he continued to show off, it would only anger the people in Shelter No. 8.

He wiped his bloody hands with a handkerchief, lifted the collar of the strong man with one arm, and threw it in front of the leader.

"Those crystal source cores in his mouth, just consider it as my medical expenses."

Song You said expressionlessly, stood up, and motioned the young researcher to take him to see Rock.

In the box on the upper floor of the tavern, the young researcher walked tremblingly in front of the stairs, and Song You followed behind him.

Song You knew that the people behind him were staring at him.

But as long as he got in touch with Rock, he didn't have to worry about the follow-up matters.

On the second floor, the young man in front pushed open a wooden door and motioned Song You to go in.

A man with short black hair sat on a rocking chair. His skin was whiter than that of ordinary people. He wore a clean white shirt, which was ironed very crisply, and a linen suit on the outside.

He had an impression of the man in front of him. It was this man who issued the joint mission in the cold winter in the northern border.

His name was Rock.

Song You glanced at him and saw a slightly fat man sitting on the other side.

He was dressed and looked very high-ranking.

This should be the Niu 6 mentioned by Shen Bei, right?

The curtains in the room were drawn open, and the sun shone in from outside. It was very bright and spacious.

On a small square table next to it, there was a vase with fresh flowers on it, which were obviously just picked.

"Sit down."

Rock had a book on his knees and was flipping through it casually. With a smile on his face, he waved his hand to indicate.