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- Chapter 208 Bay
Maybe they want to get some secret from this woman?
No matter what the result is, you don¡¯t need to wait too long.
Josephine did not have much time left to live.
Liu Yuchen is a doctor, and he knows the president¡¯s physical condition better than anyone else.
Even he found it strange that Josephine could hold on until now?
"However, her condition may worsen at any time, and by that time, no one will be able to save her.
Under the dark sky, a harsh and strange roar suddenly sounded. Soon, an extremely bright fireball suddenly bloomed a hundred meters away from the building, quickly turning into a red and black blazing cloud, rising slowly.
Such attacks occur every few minutes, and the purpose is obvious. The rebels do not want the guardians in the building to rest. Even using this simple method to speed up the consumption of Josephine's remaining life.
The vast night shrouded the wilderness, and even from a distance, Liu Yuchen could still feel the flames burning his cold face.
He has never felt so lonely.
"FriendsI need help from friends."
As he murmured, Lin Xiang's heart-stoppingly beautiful face with a charming smile seemed to appear in his eyes.
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The road stretches into the distance.
Lin Xiang is not an omnipotent prophet. He knows that there must be a salt production area in the east, but he does not have a specific and exact location.
The sea seems peaceful and vast. It is a bottomless world. No matter who sees it, they will subconsciously feel that they are being swallowed by coldness and darkness.
There are no turbulent waves as imagined, nor the shocking roar and surging in the poems and paintings. It exists vicissitudes and roughness, quiet and silent.
You can't feel the wind, and the black water slowly flows in from the endless distance, rushing onto the beach in layers, carrying white waves and foam, as well as countless tiny sand and stones pushed by force, over and over again, and it seems like forever. Don't get tired from doing monotonous and boring exercises.
The burly sergeant jumped out of the armored vehicle as usual and inserted the radiation detector deeply into the soil under his feet. The slender red pointer jumped crazily between the sector scales as if on steroids. After nearly a minute, it slowly and feebly slowed down like a drug addict who has exhausted its effects, and stayed softly on the dividing line between the two large color blocks of yellow and green Slowly, it seemed to be affected by the color. Attracted by the relatively soft light green, it shifted slightly in that direction by a few millimeters.
¡°In mild radiation areas, the index is close to the moderate pollution standard, and the ray content is barely acceptable.¡±
While marking the numbers and coordinates on the map, the sergeant glanced at Lin Xiang subconsciously: "If you want to stay here for a long time, it is recommended to use anti-radiation agents."
Lin Xiang nodded thoughtfully and said nothing.
He kept looking at the sea in the distance.
The sea in my memory is a soft light blue.
Now, it still maintains the blue tone that it may have had from ancient times, but it has long lost its clear and refreshing color. Only a touch of deep blue can be seen very close to the shore. The deeper you go into the sea, the darker the color becomes, until it turns into black like ink. When the waves crowd and collide with each other, a layer of disgusting white foam will occasionally emerge.
Suddenly, large ripples appeared in the black seawater extending into the distance. A dorsal fin tens of meters high and as hard as a blade broke the sea surface, stirring back and forth in the black liquid that was as deep as glue. Although it is impossible to see what the marine creature is lurking below the water, no one can doubt its size and power.
Radiation has changed the world, and it has also changed the ocean.
Even in the old times, humans who created a glorious civilization could not control the sea.
As for nowstorms, turbulence, radiation, and terrifying mutant creatures will tear the ship into pieces. Although he didn't know what method the Skull Knights used to transport between the two continents, Lin Xiang understood that if they really used ships to carry out such activities, then they must have mastered some kind of secret technology that could ensure safety.
His intuition told him that he should stay away from the ocean. It's too dangerous here, and you may encounter unexpected death threats at any time.
However, he had to do this - Hidden Moon City needed salt.
According to the old-fashioned view, there are actually many sources of salt. Rock salt and well salt can also replace sea salt and provide humans with essential minerals and trace elements. But who can guarantee these salts???The place of production is not contaminated by radiation? Is there no powerful armed group stationed there?
The most important thing is that Lin Xiang does not know the specific location of these salt production areas.
He can only ask the sea for what he needs.
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The road is becoming more and more dilapidated, and the cracked road surface forces the convoy to twist back and forth like earthworms. At the end, a huge collapse with a length of more than 100 meters cut the entire highway into two non-connected parts. Standing on the edge of a fracture covered with broken cement blocks with countless exposed steel bars, you can see the slanted and concave bridge deck under your feet, as well as dry branches stretching out from the center of the cracks, swaying left and right in the cold wind.
"Turn around and find a new route!" Looking at the crowded and chaotic car wreckage on the opposite road, Lin Xiang helplessly shook his head, turned around, jumped on the off-road vehicle, and silently reversed the direction he came from.
Desolate and silent, there is no trace of human existence.
Occasionally, a few hungry giant rats appeared in the ruins on the roadside. They just shivered and huddled in the corner, grinding their teeth and staring at the heavily armed convoy with greedy and fearful eyes, dreaming of fresh things. The unique sticky taste of flesh and blood, but it is never possible to risk the threat of death to eat the fresh meat that is so close to you.
The light behind the clouds gradually dimmed, and at dusk, the lookout soldier standing on the roof of the armored vehicle finally shouted in surprise¡ªat the end of the horizon, near the beach, there was a tall, gray-white triangular object.
That's a sail.
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This is an ordinary town on the coastline.
There is a concrete embankment on the seaside that has been preserved from the old times. The "Y" shaped trestle extends along the hard embankment into the depths of the sea. Several old-fashioned sailboats were rocking back and forth against the shore. As the convoy slowly drove into the town, one of them was slowly retracting the sail that had been lowered by two-thirds of its height.
Dozens of large and small buildings spread out gently around the harbor. There are several long wooden or iron poles erected in front and behind each house. There were fish with their bellies cut open, and shellfish with their shells removed and strung on strings. From far away, you can smell a strong salty smell.
The houses here are very old. Judging from the various traces left on the surface of the building materials, they are at least hundreds of years old. This means that they are mostly preserved from older times and are likely to continue to exist.
The wind blowing from the sea is not strong, it is very cold, and there is a faint salty and wet smell. The roar of the engine and the friction sound of the tires crushing the gravel gradually added some residents to the empty streets of the town. They stood in front of the eaves and windows of their homes, leaning against the wall, holding their hands, looking at these outsiders with obviously curious but indifferent eyes.
Closing the door of the off-road vehicle, Lin Xiang slowly walked to the intersection, his eyes fell on an indicator pole made of metal material, with mottled rust stains on the surface, the overall shape was curved, and two triangular signs were inlaid on the upper part.
The green sign with yellow grid on the left points to the seaside town, with "Hongwan Town" written crookedly in both Chinese and English.
The sign on the right points to a dirt road that extends to the end of the horizon, with a picture of a flat, round fish with its bloody mouth open. In the middle of the fish's mouth, in the blank space surrounded by sharp fangs, is a series of beautiful italicized English letters - "Shark City".
More and more people are appearing on the streets. Obviously, the residents of Hongwan Town have an extremely strong interest in this sudden appearance of the motorcade.
This situation is not surprising.
Radiation has compressed the circle of human activities into a very narrow range. There is almost no entertainment in the wasteland world, and there is no variety of information sources in the old era. Many people can only live in their own huts until they die, with traders and fugitives being their only sources of information to communicate with the outside world. It¡¯s not that they don¡¯t want to get out of this invisible confinement and satisfy their curiosity and desire for knowledge. However, the ubiquitous radiation and mutated creatures all over the wilderness, as well as the cruel mob, profit-driven slave traders, and all kinds of potential dangers and unimaginable dangers The threat of death finally made them give up their inner hope, and they could only stay in their own residence like a dull piece of wood day after day, year after year, slowly decaying and decaying.
"Hi, how can I help you?" A strong young man with chestnut hair squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers. With a hint of desire and uneasiness, he smiled and extended his right hand to Lin Xiang.
"If you can lead me to the tavern, I will treat you to a drink." Lin Xiang looked at him, and also smiled and held the hand stretched out in front of him.
Just about fifty meters south of the street, there is a piece of land?The wooden sign on the pillars is painted with eye-catching paint on the wooden sign with double the foam expansion of the beer.
With Lin Xiang¡¯s eyesight, he certainly would not turn a blind eye to such an obvious target.
The goal of his trip is salt.
Although we have arrived at the beach, salt is not sea water after all. You can get it by fishing or grabbing it with your hands.
He needs a guide, or a middleman who sells information - something that can be obtained with money is much better than indiscriminate killing and violence to solve problems.
The other party has expressed his willingness to help, and Lin Xiang himself must be sincere enough. It should be a very good choice to have a drink while knowing each other well. Compared with the narrow dining cars in Iron Cage Town, the bar here is obviously much larger. Perhaps because of the cold weather, there were many customers in the bar, but the atmosphere was not warm. Most of them gathered around the table near the stove, sipping the few wines left in the cups with comfortable and satisfied expressions, enjoying the aroma slowly entering the body along the throat, and slowly burning everywhere it passed. of spiciness and fire.
Lin Xiang found a table in the corner and sat down, while the sergeant led other team members to look for a suitable hotel in the town. The population here is about three hundred. Within the detection range that Lin Xiang could sense, no superpowers with evolved or enhanced powers were found.
Probably because he found a very good customer, the chestnut-haired young man looked very excited. He held his head up like a proud rooster, raised his right hand high, snapped his fingers at the boss behind the counter, and shouted loudly Said: "Hey! Old Peter, bring me a bottle of the best brandy."
The boss is a man with gray hair and about fifty years old. He obviously didn't care about the bright-haired young man's instigation. He ignored him and didn't talk to him. Instead, a charming bar girl wearing a white apron ran out from the inner room. She bent down and almost placed her overdeveloped breasts in front of Lin Xiang's eyes. Then she put down the drink list and gave him a charming look. He turned his eyes that quickly turned cold to the young man: "Bernie, you still owe me a lot of money for drinks."
The young man who was called Bernie didn¡¯t change his expression and his heart didn¡¯t beat. He replied unhappily: ¡°Nelia, I have a guest.¡±
"The money in other people's pockets does not belong to you." Nilia's words were harsh and cold.
"It depends on what kind of service I can provide him."
Bernie turned his attention to Lin Xiang and said confidently in a somewhat encouraging voice: "I can provide you with anything you need, trust me."
Lin Xiang took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a few banknotes with the Unicorn Lion logo of Sosbia and placed them on the table. He smiled at Nelia and said, "Just do as he said and have a bottle of brandy. By the way. Wait, can I use this kind of banknote to pay the bill?"
The distance between Hongwan Town and Hidden Moon City is nearly 1,500 kilometers, which is far beyond Sothbia's sphere of influence. In a place like this, the currency issued by the Luton family is probably equivalent to a piece of waste paper.
Sure enough, Nelia took the banknote, turned it over and over in her hand for a long time, and the smile on her face gradually faded. She shook her head: "If this is the only thing you can use to pay the bill, I can provide you with a free glass of sea water."
Lin Xiang nodded, took out another skull element, and handed it over gently.
A smile appeared on Nelia's face again. She put away the bills, twisted her round hips and turned away. A few minutes later, an unopened bottle of brandy and two glasses were placed on the table.
"Tell me, what do you need? I know the most beautiful girls in this town. They are very enthusiastic and can make you and your men spend a pleasant night. Of course, you can have more besides women. s Choice."
After drinking, Bernie immediately started talking more. However, even without wine, he still talks a lot.
"Where can I get salt?" Lin Xiang's question was very direct. He didn't like and didn't want to mince words about it.
"Salt¡¡"
Bernie was not surprised. Obviously, he had included Lin Xiang's question in his preparation for answering. But for some reason, his voice was a little weak, as if he was thinking or hesitating.
"This thing is not easy to handle." After a while, he said meaningfully.
Lin Xiang smiled, took out two skull coins from his wallet, and slowly placed them in front of him: "Haha! Everything in this world has a price. Isn't it?"
"I like dealing with smart people like you."
Bernie put away the money on the table, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, wiped his mouth excitedly, picked up the wine bottle and filled the empty glass in front of him.Fill it up every time and say, "How much do you want?"
Lin Xiang¡¯s voice was as gentle as water: ¡°How much can you provide?¡±
Bernie slowly put away the smile on his face and said nothing.
He took a big gulp of wine, and in a moment he emptied the glass again, with a slight blush on his face. He reached for the wine bottle on the table, but Lin Xiang grabbed it first.
"You've drunk enough. I don't like talking to drunkards, especially drunkards who deliberately pretend to be crazy and act stupid-" Lin Xiang's eyes suddenly became very sharp, and his tone quickly turned cold.
Bernie looked at him, then at the assault rifle placed at Lin Xiang¡¯s feet, and sighed: ¡°Only someone like you who came here for the first time would say what you just said.¡±
"If I were very familiar with this place, you wouldn't be able to sit here." Lin Xiang smiled and let go of the hand holding the bottle.
Bernie did not reach for the wine. He leaned back, folded his hands and stared at Lin Xiang for a long time. He smiled bitterly and said: "I originally thought I could get an agency fee from you, but now it seems that this It seems difficult."
Lin Xiang didn¡¯t speak. He knew that he had not finished what he said and there was something more to come.
Sure enough, Bernie put down his hand, dragged the chair forward, and lowered his voice: "I can't make the decision on this matter. You have to talk to another person. Of course, I can help you introduce him."
Lin Xiang glanced at the watch on his wrist and said: "I will stay here for the next hour to enjoy dinner. If you don't show up before I finish eating, there will never be a need for us to meet in the future." Hongwan The meals provided by the town bar are all seafood.
Plump red mullet, half-cut bonito, tender and delicious grilled octopus, and some shellfish similar to old-time oysters, plus a few bottles of bland taste, not very good, but still acceptable. Wine, for someone who has just traveled a long distance, this meal is quite sumptuous.
These foods all have distinctly variable characteristics. The fish's teeth became sharp and huge, and their bones became very hard. The suction cups on the octopus tentacles are densely packed with small spines. As for oystersthe edges of their thick shells have even evolved sharp tooth grooves that are as hard as metal.
However, once the scary appearance is removed and put on a plate, their plump bodies will immediately show their attractiveness to hungry people.
Lin Xiang ate very slowly, and kept glancing at the closed door of the tavern intentionally or unintentionally.
When he forked an oyster and dipped it into the sour sauce, the door opened and a man of medium height walked in. Behind him, Bernie came back. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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