The town of Yorkston was a settlement that had only developed in the last ten years. There were already five or six hundred people of all kinds living here for a long time. Bars, hotels, restaurants, grocery stores, and clinics had all opened up one after another.
There's even a sheriff in charge of keeping order.
The power of the sheriff came from the Uzi submachine gun that was always carried on his back.
Compared with the liquor bottles, iron bars, machetes, and even self-made guns that were common in the surrounding areas, the sheriff's submachine gun was obviously more convincing.
Therefore, there was a basic order in the town of Yorkston, at least you couldn't kill people casually here. If one killed someone, there must be a valid reason.
A reason approved by the sheriff was a valid reason.
On that day, a really big shot came to the town of Yorkston, and people of some status went out of town to meet him. Those who were not qualified to go were talking excitedly about this important person, even though they didn't even know whether the important person was a man or a woman.
In this way, no one paid special attention to the boy who entered the town.
The butcher in the town ran the only inn at the same time. After receiving a high-quality fire-breathing ant blade, he was very happy to open a room for the boy and the girl, and said that he could provide them with a dinner for free.
Of course, if they wanted low-radiation quality products, a blade of fire-breathing ant was not enough.
The boy asked the girl to rest in the room, and then took the remaining fire-breathing ants out of the hotel. He once heard that this stuff could sell for a better price at grocery stores.
Before going out, the boy carefully arranged an inconspicuous mechanism on the door.
From the somewhat unnatural smile on the butcher, the young man already had a premonition that there might be trouble, but he didn't expect the trouble to come so quickly.
Just after passing an intersection, the boy was stopped by three people. From the square-headed wooden sticks that were about to wave in their hands, he could tell that they had bad intentions.
"Hey, boy! I heard you have fire-breathing ant blades for sale. Our boss wants to talk to you!"
The boy hesitated for a moment, but followed the three people into a secluded alley, and then walked into a fairly complete big house. In the middle of the room sat a big man carelessly, who seemed to be the boss, and the three people behind him blocked the door intentionally or unintentionally.
The boss was obviously very satisfied with the attitude of the young man with his head down all the time: "Boy! You can call me Viper. I heard that you have fire-breathing ant blades. Very good! No matter how many you have, I want them. This is your reward!"
The young man looked at a piece of black bread that was as hard as a rock rolling to his feet, and slowly bent down to pick it up. And at the same time, he took the three fire-breathing ants' blades off his back and put them on the floor.
Although this piece of bread was hard and he didn't know how long it had been stored, the radiation level was not high. The girl had grown up and could withstand the radiation of this level.
When he stood up straight, he found that the three people behind him did not intend to open the door, and their hands holding the wooden sticks were obviously exerting force.
Viper also stood up, pulled out a handmade single-barrel handgun from his back, grinned grinningly, and said, "You are very wise and obedient, and I should have let you go after we made this deal. It's a pity that the butcher reported you brought a pretty little white girl with you, so there's nothing we can do about it.
"In fact, I'm not the boss, I'm just the second in line. The boss is called Black Bear, and he is probably lying on that girl right now, fucking hard! The boss's size is almost catching up with the mutant, but he prefers fucking children.
"Alright, kid, it's time to take you on your way! I hope that little girl can still breathe when I rush over."
At this moment, the boy's ear hidden under the bandage suddenly heard a faint beep. That was the sound made by the metal plate he hung on the door being rubbed and broken. This kind of sound wave with tens of thousands of frequencies was beyond the ears of ordinary people.
He suddenly raised his head, although his face was deeply hidden in the shadow of the blanket, but the only left eye lit up, like a ball of emerald green flame!
"You..." the Viper screamed, and the screaming stopped abruptly, and then the room was filled with a loud gunshot from a black powder gun. The gunshot shattered the only intact piece of glass, and then the air quickly filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.