A strange phenomenon had appeared in the Sixth Street market lately, as to what it was…
"4 crystals for a kilogram? Why don't you go rob the bank?" A mercenary with a piece of gold in his hand shouted beside the store.
The merchant yawned and then glanced at the survivor.
"Does the explosive to blow the vault open not cost money? Does it not cost money to transport it back? Gold is not that easy to find. I met a Death Claw still breathing in the basement. That's enough. If you're not going to buy it, just leave. You won't be able to buy it later."
After moments of hesitation, the mercenary still threw the crystals to the merchant and picked a few pieces of gold that weighed four kilograms. Although the gold had PAC's specification on it, it was better to be safe.
The merchant picked up the crystal and confirmed it was 16 crystals on the detector before he put the crystals away.
