traveler of time and space

"I don't know where the black technology came from."

Su Ziyu was a little interested.

He smiled and said, "Introduce me if you have time. I just need a good weapon."

"No problem." Qin Yu nodded.

The scavengers soon went home.

Then some people got together to drink and brag. On the other side, there were young people playing with the lion's head, and made a dragon out of paper. It looked a little ugly, but the meaning was still there.

Most of the scavengers in the Chinese district have received mechanical transformation.

Not everyone has to be modified because of radiation distortion, and some normal people also take the initiative to save money to modify some mechanical prosthetics because they usually face danger.It is normal for Su Ziyu to only see young people under the age of 25, and those over the age of 25 have basically replaced some parts.

at the same time.

In a quiet hotel.

A young man came in through the window rather vigorously, and then he glanced at his companion beside him, and said in a low voice, "I saw those bionic people."

"How many?" The man standing by the door asked in a deep voice.

"There are three people." The young man closed the window and said in a low voice, "It should be more than that, there may be their hands nearby."

"How about it?"

"Did the branch reply? Who is that person?"

The man by the door threw a fax paper over and said with a serious expression, "Look for yourself."

The young man held out his hand and took it.

On the top is a photo, exactly what Su Ziyu looks like, and below are some previously recorded materials.

"Legendary fighter?"

"Is it so exaggerated? Killed the radiation giant with a cold weapon? Have you killed a super mutant?"

"Is this guy Superman?"

"and many more!"

"This information is from 12 years ago!"

The young man raised his head in shock, and murmured, "Oh my god! This guy doesn't look old at all!"

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Chapter 7 Super Mutants

Taking advantage of the time today, Su Ziyu took a good look around the entire elk gathering place.

The size of the elk gathering place is much smaller than that of Polaris. The total population is about 1 people. Chinese and whites each account for 40.00%, and other races add up to 20.00%.It may be that the rules here are stricter, or it may be that there are fewer blacks. Anyway, the security environment in the elk gathering place is much better than that in Polaris back then.

On the way, Su Ziyu also met the black priest whom he had seen that day. He was carrying a semi-automatic rifle and took two other young black guys to the weapons store.

It is said that the priest was the leader of the blacks in the camp, and he was an intellectual with a higher education.

"Su." The black priest named Martin saw Su Ziyu from a distance and greeted him with a smile.

"Hi, Father." Su Ziyu nodded in response.

Martin is not only a priest, but also a doctor. The black people here are not excluded to a large extent because of his credit, because this black priest is respected by many white people.Without him, many blacks here might have been expelled. There are actually some black gathering places nearby, but many blacks are actually unwilling to go there because the law and order is too chaotic.

Those gathering places ruled by gangs are very dangerous.

The two of them said hello and parted ways. Su Ziyu walked around the elk gathering place and found that the standard of living here was much higher than that of Polaris.

First of all, the demand for medicines is much lower than before.

With the restoration of relatively clean water sources and food supplies, the chances of ordinary people being contaminated by radiation have been greatly reduced, and the demand for anti-radiation medicines has dropped to about one-third of what it used to be. More medical supplies will be needed.This saves a large part of the expenses, and at the same time, as some factories are re-established, some people can also find jobs there, without having to face those dangerous enemies, but the income is slightly lower.

There is a processing plant and a livestock farm in this small camp.

But basically they are controlled by white people, and these white people are all subordinates of the water business group, and the managers of the camp are directly appointed by the water business group.

12 years have passed.

The changes in the wasteland world are not that great, but it is indeed much better than before.

Su Ziyu turned around and came to the gate of the camp. He originally planned to go to Max's bar to sit for a while, but just when he arrived at the bar gate, he heard a urgent cry for help from outside.

"Help!"

"Who has epinephrine injections? We need medicine to stop the bleeding!"

"Is Dr. Martin here?"

"Help us get him here! Quick! My brother is dying!"

Su Ziyu stopped, turned around and walked over. Someone on the sentry tower threw down a first-aid kit, and then the figure of the black priest appeared quickly, trotting over and said, "What's going on? How did Jin get hurt?" so heavy?"

Outside the camp is a small team.

There are black and white people, but there is no Chinese face. The leader is a bald white man who is holding his abdomen with his hands. A trace of blood oozes out, and his expression is painful: "Mutant!"

"Hold!"

"Those ghosts are coming towards us! Their firepower is fierce! We are no match after encountering!"

These cars are all covered with bullet marks, and it seems that there has been a fierce firepower confrontation.

After listening to him with a solemn expression, the sergeant of the camp guard asked in a deep voice, "Have you met mutants? Really?"

"Of course it's true. Eight of us died!" The black gunman on the side said with an angry expression.

soon.

Some soldiers in the camp left in a hurry. About 5 minutes later, Su Ziyu saw a rising helicopter, which flew directly towards the position those people said.

"Treat them first."

"Prepare for surgery." Father Martin said as he lifted up a wounded man.

There was a tinge of uneasiness in the camp.