"Is this the bar that has been transformed."
Xia Leng looked at a huge building spray-painted with various styles of exaggerated graffiti in front of the road, and then compared the map in his hand, the gas station was indeed in this position.
After the whole world collapsed, all people 's values, culture, and so on were all demonized with elements of violence.
These main color styles are rather **** graffiti, which releases the violent restraint of the people in the old times without reservation. At the same time, it also announces who dares to make trouble in this bar, and his blood will be drawn. These graffiti paint.
Han Xia Leng licked her chapped lips and walked over.
He saw several modified pickup trucks loaded with heavy weapons in the back compartment of the door. The black skull logo painted on the front of each vehicle proved that they belonged to the Komodo mercenary company.
In addition, the black motorcycles I met on the road also docked here. It seems that the runaways are also filling the bar with supplies.
"Hello, wait."
When Xia Leng came to the door, two burly Komodo security personnel stopped him from entering the door. The meaning was obvious. Check the body to see if he was carrying any explosives.
After all, basically every mercenary company has set up enemies against each other, and it often happens that some exiles are **** with explosives from time to time to give the other side a suicide attack.
Then Xia Leng asked them to check.
But fortunately, the security of these two security personnel is good. When searching for Xia Leng's backpack, he did not intentionally withhold some valuable items and left it privately.
A mercenary company like this military-type management-type mercenary company is generally strict in its rules and regulations. If it is too intemperate to bully the exile, it will be attacked by mob groups who have been forced to live.
After all, there have been such incidents. A newly-emerging mercenary company relies on squeezing surrounding exiles to enrich its resources.
Over time, these exiles were forced to evolve into mobs, and they were forced to run out of life anyway.
So one night, nearly tens of thousands of mobs armed with rough weapons gathered together and completely destroyed this supposedly promising mercenary company.
Even if their company has a lot of weapons and members of the Baptist, they can't resist the huge mob group with determination to die.
Since then, other mercenary companies have learned from each other's lessons and started to set up their own management rules.
Two security personnel did not find any abnormal items after inspection, and put Xia Leng in. As for weapons such as pistols, they also existed like money in this era, so they would not be blocked by this.
"Your clothes are very good. Why don't you consider selling them to me? I will give you a satisfactory price."
A security guard with a scary scar in the corner of his eye saw Xia Leng's rare new sweater and asked him with a smile.
"I've got this dress. If it's for you, then at night, I can only be frozen."
Xia Xia Leng also smiled. In fact, if you can cut it off and sell it, you can make more money.
He tried to take off his tentacle-knitted clothes before, but as soon as he left the body, the clothes instantly melted into a pool of black liquid and quickly penetrated into his arms.
If you do such a weird behavior in front of them, it is estimated that you will be killed directly on the spot ...
Then Xia Leng pushed open the door and walked into the bar.
As soon as Xun entered, a strange picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Deafening old-time songs flood the entire hall, with colorful spotlights spinning wildly on the ceiling!
The girl who was exposed on the dance floor wobbled around the men in the coquettling of men around, and danced seductively, and finally, the smell of stench and alcohol in the air was flowing into the lungs with breathing.
After being strengthened by black light virus, the summer is cold, and various senses have been enhanced accordingly. In this manic environment, light pollution and sound pollution are naturally equivalent to several times magnification for him ...
He has started to regret coming in ...
At this moment, Xia Leng felt that something seemed to have penetrated into his ear, and with his fingers, it was those fine black tentacles that formed a thin black film in front of the eardrum, which was extremely effective. Cut off most of the noise pollution!
This time, Xia Leng felt a lot better, but he also had some concerns. These black tentacles on his body seemed to have self-awareness, he could instantly know what he needs as a host, and quickly respond accordingly.
After all, this sudden ability comes from [Black Light Virus], the virus ... It's not a comfortable word how to hear it, I'm afraid that one day it will occupy and control the host's body, so that it will become the walking dead like those dead.
However, he did not know that he had not become the host of the virus, but the virus itself ...
Xia Leng grabbed her backpack tightly and squeezed over the crowded dance floor with vigilance. In this kind of place, there are also many thieves and petty people.
After a long journey, I finally came to the slightly cleaner bar and took a seat.
He saw a few bottles of wine on the shelf behind the bar, but these were all sold in small glasses, and the price was not expensive.
After all, in this age of everyone's insufficiency, who has spare grain to make wine, drink one cup less, and the land that has been rained by the rain can no longer grow new The food that leads to alcoholic products is also extremely expensive.
"Hello sir, do you need anything, I recommend it to you ..."
As soon as Xia Lenggang sat down, a bartender came forward proactively to recommend wine to him. It may be that the brand-new bright black sweater on his body showed that he was also a certain person, so he got the attention of the other side.
This is not as compelling as Xia Leng wants. It seems that if you want to go to a crowded place in the future, you must let those tentacles become tattered beggars in advance, so that they will not be easily caught.
"No, just fill me this kettle."
Xia Leng took out the empty two-liter kettle, and took out the bag filled with low-grade spar, and handed it to the bartender.
The bartender saw that the other person was simply asking for water, and his expression was a little disdainful at the moment. After all, only by selling the wine can he get a commission.
He opened the bag and flipped it casually, and then put it in the cash box at the back. He said indifferently: "Here are low-grade spar, not very valuable, and our water here is from the headquarters 100 kilometers away. The pure water was transported without any contamination, so the money was only enough for half a pot. "
Half a pot ...
A liter of water is not enough to support the remaining destinations in summer cold. Although this bag of spar is low-grade goods, buying a pot of water is more than enough.
Wu Xia Leng knew that he had been pitted, but it was normal for people to sit on the ground and start the price. You like to buy or not.
Subsequently, he reluctantly took out the yellowed and ripped magazine from his backpack and threw it in front of the bartender. He looked at the other person with wide eyes, and the drool almost came out of a funny look.