The oldest scavenger is in his forties, and the youngest is only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and this is not to mention the fact that Western people develop earlier.

Su Ziyu didn't see anyone over fifty years old.

Nearly half of these people had some strange injuries on their bodies, some of which looked like burns, and some of which looked like hypertrophic stratum corneum. Generally, the older the people, the more obvious this situation is. The younger ones looked a little more normal. When Su Ziyu's eyes fell on a woman with long brown-red hair in her twenties, she was also looking at him with interest, and then suddenly smiled and blew him a kiss.

Su Ziyu couldn't help but look away.

At this time, Pasha walked up to him, glanced at the woman who was laughing over there, stretched out her hand and pulled him directly onto a large truck.

There were many mechanical parts piled on the truck, which must have been dismantled from somewhere.

These scavengers also had guns, but they looked more peaceful and didn't give people the feeling of crazy people like the looters. On the other side of the truck sat two men, one black and one white, both of whom looked like mixed blood. The black man's lips were a little chapped, and there were a row of blisters at the corners of his mouth. At this moment, he was smoking something with a paper roll. When he noticed Su Ziyu and Pasha's gaze, he grinned and said, "Would you like one? This is good stuff!"

They both shook their heads and looked away.

The black man didn't care. He lit up his cigarette and took a puff, then passed it to the mixed-race white man next to him. They were holding guns in their hands and looked very tired. After taking a few puffs, they became a little dazed.

Decadent, depressed, living from day to day, and lifeless.

Su Ziyu could not see any glimmer of hope in their eyes. These scavengers sitting in the car to rest looked like numb corpses.

soon.

They arrived near the camp.

Looking from a distance, Su Ziyu looked a little disappointed, because he thought this would be a city, or at least a decent town, but unfortunately it looked like a huge garbage dump. There were a lot of plastics piled outside, rusty steel was thrown around randomly, many green flies were hovering over the garbage dump, a large circle of rusty iron plates was built as a wall, and there were people standing guard at the gate with guns.

"If I see you smoking these things again, I'll break your legs!" came the angry voice of the German man.

Su Ziyu leaned over to look and saw him tearing something that looked like a cigarette from the mouth of a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, then throwing it directly on the ground and stepping on it.

"Who gave him this thing? Don't blame me for being ruthless!" The German man said with a serious expression and a cold glance at the others.

At this time, a slightly fat middle-aged white man came over.

The German man put on a smiling face the next second, and greeted him: "Hi! Bob! Old buddy! How have you been recently?"

"Not bad." The slightly fat middle-aged white man hugged him, took a look at the things in the car, and asked, "What did you get? Are there any German and Chinese goods?"

The German man smiled awkwardly and said, "Most of what we found this time are Japanese products. But the quality of Japanese products is not bad, and they can be used, right?"

"Japanese goods." The man named Bob smiled a little fakely and said, "They are all Japanese goods!..."

"You know."

"The quality of Japanese products is not very good. The ones we find now will be scrapped after just a few uses."

"This is the only price I can give you..."

Bob held up three fingers, which made the German man frown. Then he smiled, patted the German man on the shoulder and said, "Old buddy. Next time I find Chinese goods, I will still give you the original price. I know a place that has a lot of Chinese goods."

"Only if you can find the alloy steel that can be used to make exoskeleton armor, I will give you this amount!..."

The two walked away arm in arm. The young man who was scolded by the German man at the beginning bent down and picked up the cigarette that was stepped on on the ground. He patted the dust on it, noticed Su Ziyu's gaze, curled his lips, gave a warning look, turned around and hid behind the car, lit it and took a puff. The other scavengers also got out of the car lazily and walked into the camp. The long-haired woman who blew a kiss to Su Ziyu at the beginning also winked at him, stretched out her tongue with small metal nails and licked her lips, and smiled inexplicably.

"Stay away from her." Pasha's cold voice suddenly sounded, "If you don't want to get a sexually transmitted disease."

The two men walked towards the door.

"Pasha!" A sturdy black woman ran over, gave Pasha a hug and said, "Thank God! You're okay! That's great!..."

"I almost thought you..."

Pasha awkwardly broke free from the other person's embrace and pointed at Su Ziyu next to her and said, "He saved me."

"Thank you, buddy!" The black woman rushed over and gave Su Ziyu another hug. Su Ziyu was stunned and failed to dodge. He felt as if he was hit by a black bear.

"Marcela. Let's go in first." Pasha ran away quickly with Suziyu.

There are quite a few people in the camp.

Pasha must have some status here, many guards were greeting her, and some looked at Su Ziyu next to her. The streets here were a little dirty, with a lot of plastic garbage piled up on both sides of the road, and some discarded parts thrown aside after being dismantled. On the street opposite, two young men who looked like Indians were selling roasted rat meat, with a sign saying - "Three for ten dollars."

Currency is issued by the chaebols.

But it is not very convenient to circulate. In addition to other currencies, there are precious metals such as gold and silver, but the hardest currency is medicine, especially anti-radiation medicine. There are quite a few people at the roasted rat stall, most of them seem to be scavengers, not everyone will use currency to buy. Su Ziyu saw a lame man exchange a mechanical watch for six roasted rats. These rats are bigger than the rabbits in my memory, and each one is roasted and sizzling. Some people are sitting on the street eating them, and the drink provided is a yellow soda-like substance.

"Would you like to try it?" Pasha asked jokingly.

Su Ziyu quickly shook his head when he heard this.

Many people here have mechanical prosthetics, but some do not. Su Ziyu saw a young man who was cleaning the street. He was very thin and had a dark complexion. One of his arms was normal, but the other arm looked like that of an eight or nine-year-old child. After noticing Su Ziyu's gaze, he lowered his head and left quickly.

Pasha sighed without saying anything, patted his shoulder and said, "Come on. I'll take you to the hotel first."

There is a wrecked car at the door of the hotel.

The logo on it is a Maserati, and it looks tattered and gray, with a row of bullet holes on the surface. The hotel is decorated in a mechanical punk style, with a dark and decadent feeling. There are many strange metal parts on the walls, and an old record player on the counter, which looks like an unusable decoration.

The boss was a man in his fifties. He was the first person Su Ziyu had seen who looked younger than fifty.

"Open a room for him." Pasha said.

They obtained a lot of loot from the plunderers, but the most valuable box was thrown into the sewer by Su Ziyu, and the only things left to take away were some currency and medicine.

A young man took the perilla to the upstairs room.

Pasha faced the old man's teasing look, pulled him over, and said in a low voice, "You are not allowed to let those bitches go over to disturb him at night! Do you hear me?"

The old man smiled, straightened his clothes and said, "I understand."

Pasha glanced at the stairs with a guilty look on her face, then went upstairs as if nothing had happened.

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