Two hundred years ago.

To be precise, in 2125, a war broke out on this prosperous planet.

Both sides in the war were determined to completely destroy the other side and used almost all available means.

The war lasted only three years.

But it only took three years to destroy everything on the surface.

The long nuclear winter almost extinguished the fire of civilization. Both sides succeeded in sending the other to hell and successfully buried themselves.

Since then, a wasteland era has begun that is even more depressed than the Great Depression.

Although two centuries have passed since that doomsday war, and nuclear winter has basically ended more than a century ago, humans have not returned to the top of the food chain.

The proliferation of nuclear weapons, biological weapons, and even genetic weapons has caused the entire planet's ecosystem to evolve in extreme directions.

And those mutants called "alien species" are also the main threat faced by the survivors struggling in the ruins.

For example, when Chu Guang first came to this world, he met the wolfdog with two heads, which was one of them.

But even if they are alien species, they still have strengths and weaknesses.

"Deformities" caused by gamma rays like two-headed hyenas usually have low combat effectiveness. With a few lucky exceptions, their combat effectiveness is not even as good as before the mutation.

In contrast, gnawers, crawlers, and other alien species that were created by biological weapons and mutated to the point where their ancestors cannot be traced are the monsters that are truly born to kill.

Their nervous systems have been eroded by mutated fungi, and they usually hide in dark facilities such as ruins, sewers, or subways during the day, and only go out on the streets to look for food when night falls.

The situation in the suburbs will be much better than in the city.

Especially the outer suburbs.

In the past five months, the most dangerous alien species that Chu Guang encountered was just a mutated brown bear. Although that guy was powerful, his reactions were relatively slow.

Before being discovered by it, Chu Guang carefully avoided it.

The dim light of the morning light passed through the damaged concrete wall, and together with the shadow of the scrap steel, fell on the street full of car wrecks and rubble.

The time now is eight o'clock in the morning.

There is about a twelve-hour time difference between the time here and the East Eighth Time Zone over there.

Looking at the two mutated hyenas wandering on the street, Chu Guang clenched the pointed water pipe in his hand and carefully walked around behind the ruins.

Although he was confident that he could kill them both, there was no need to create complications.

Moreover, these beasts are very smart and even know how to use their own kind as bait. No one knows how many more are hidden in the shadows of the ruins next to them.

Follow the paths through run-down neighborhoods.

When he saw the sign of Beit Street Children's Park, Chu Guang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ahead is "Bate Street" - a relatively large survivor settlement in the nearby area, with more than a hundred households of survivors living in it.

Before the war broke out, it used to be a children's playground with a large number of amusement facilities and a wide lawn.

After the war, this place was designated as a temporary refuge by the army and accommodated a large number of citizens who fled from Qingquan City.

It is unknown what happened to those refugees, but today, more than two hundred years later, this place has developed into a "small town".

People used discarded plastic boards, awnings, wood and metal supports to build simple shacks on the bare muddy ground.

It's very much like the one in "The Era of Tricksters".

The fence of the amusement park is a natural barrier. After rough repairs, it was tied with iron wire and wooden boards with nails.

In the center of the amusement park is a five-story classical castle, which feels like a fairy tale. However, the paint on the surface has long since fallen off, and most of the wall on the side facing the city center has collapsed, leaving only the north side.

Half and a crumbling solitary tower.

Even if it is a fairy tale, it is definitely a dark fairy tale.

But even if the building is in such a state of ruin, it is still the "most luxurious" building on Beit Street.

At the same time, it is also the home of the mayor.

Although he has lived here for five months, Chu Guang has never met the mayor. The mayor is very mysterious and rarely appears in public.

"Oh, you're back so early."

Seeing Chu Guang coming from the corner of the street, Old Walter, who was holding a dry cigarette, squinted his eyes, and a trace of turbid white smoke came out of his nostrils.

In his hand he held a double-barreled shotgun.

Although it looks a bit old, no one would doubt its power.

Chu Guang once saw with his own eyes that the old man only fired two shots and brought down a mutated brown bear that rushed towards the gate of Beit Street.

Since then, he has always wanted to have one.

"Stayed outside all night."

"Outside?"

The old man glanced at the pointed water pipe carried on Chu Guang's back and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

No one knows better than him how dangerous the night is.

Every time he worked the night shift, he would not dare to move his index finger away from the trigger. Any slightest movement would make his whole body nervous.

Although the alien species in the outer suburbs are not as dangerous as those in the city, there are too many predators eyeing this place.

If it falls into their hands, the fate will not be much better than death at the hands of alien species.

Old Walter couldn't believe that this guy managed to spend a night safely in the wasteland with only a steel pipe.

"Something happened."

Chu Guang did not explain, but gave Old Walter a tired look to let him understand for himself, and then walked straight through the gate of the settlement.

There is only one waste recycling station on Beit Street, and the location is easy to find, next to the main entrance of the settlement.

Under the rolling shutter door is an old-fashioned electronic scale that can never move accurately, and next to it stands a memorial sign that reads "Fair prices, no bully".

This shop is owned by the mayor, and it is also the only place on Beit Street that buys used parts and mutated mole skins.

In order to monopolize the garbage-picking business, the dictator even issued a law arbitrarily.

That is, no one is allowed to sell captured prey and garbage collected to caravans passing through this place without permission.

The reason is to ensure that the goods on Beit Street can be sold at reasonable prices, rather than being shamelessly squeezed on price by "cunning businessmen".

The reason why such arrogant and unreasonable rules can be passed is partly related to the fact that the survivors here are very ignorant.

And ordinary caravans would not risk offending the dictator by purchasing the meager supplies from scavengers.

They only do big business.

And only do business with people you trust.

"Sell? Or buy?"

The owner of the shop is a fifty-year-old man named Charlie. It is said that he used to be a resident of a shelter in another province. He was later captured as a slave until the mayor bought him from a slave owner and made him a slave.

The work of dealing with the scavengers was left to him.

Most of the residents here are native "wastelanders" without any education. They are very bad at mathematics, and they are so bad that they may make mistakes in addition and subtraction within a hundred.

But Charlie is different.

He came out of the shelter.

Although none of the shelters in this wasteland are exactly the same, there is one thing that is similar.

The people who could live there were all the elites of pre-war society. Their children not only inherited smart minds from their parents, but also received good education from the Enlightenment Era.

If the world hadn't been so bad, he would probably have become an engineer, doctor or scholar like his fathers.

Instead of keeping accounts here.

"Sell."

Without any nonsense, Chu Guang took out 6 used batteries and 5 tubes of adhesive from his backpack and threw them on the tray of the electronic scale.

This was what he found in the wreckage of nearby buildings before discovering Vault 404.

Old Charlie picked up the used battery on the table, casually checked the model and whether it was damaged due to inflation, and then threw it on the scale beside it.

You don't have to think about this thing being scrapped, but you can still recycle the materials inside.

"The quality is okay. All the garbage in this area should have been cleaned up. Where did you get the good stuff?"

Can this be called a good thing?

"lucky."

"Haha, I just asked casually. Well, the battery is good, but the quality of the adhesive is mediocre. The seal has been removed and the situation inside is probably a mess. I can only give you a 50% discount...all in total, 3 points

Chips.”

Chu Guang did not bargain with him and took 3 white chips from his hand.

This kind of plastic coin with a metallic texture is the "currency" issued by Boulder City, the largest survivor settlement in Qingquan City, and can be exchanged for food and supplies in most survivor settlements in Qingquan City.
To be continued...