The room was a bit dirty inside.

Everything here looked second-hand, and some items looked like they were picked out of a garbage dump and cleaned before being placed here. On the table by the wall were some cheap wines, with the prices marked on a card. There was no shortage of food in this era, but the crops grown in the fields were still contaminated by radiation.

There was a label on the bottle with the handwritten word "Whiskey" on it, which made people feel like laughing for some reason.

"Hey, man. If you want to have some fun tonight, there are safety measures here." The waiter smiled obscenely, opened the drawer to reveal a row of low-quality condoms, patted Su Ziyu on the shoulder and said, "Safety first."

There were footsteps coming from the corridor.

The waiter winked at Su Ziyu in a somewhat obscene manner and turned away.

"Is it okay here?" Pasha leaned against the door, raised her hand to lift up her long hair, and asked while staring at Su Ziyu.

"Not bad." Su Ziyu nodded and put the backpack on the bed.

Pasha looked away for a moment, then continued, "Then I'll go back first. Our losses are huge this time, so we'll probably be busy for a while. I'll come see you tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay." Su Ziyu nodded.

Pasha turned around and prepared to leave, but suddenly stopped and whispered, "Don't run around. Don't accept their cigarettes, and don't buy cigarettes from the store."

"If you want to smoke, I'll bring you some clean ones tomorrow."

"Okay." Su Ziyu nodded with a smile.

He basically doesn't smoke except for social events, and he doesn't have any smoking addiction. At most, he smokes two cigarettes when he's under a lot of pressure. But people in this era are addicted to smoking. At least half of the people I've seen, both men and women, smoke, and they seem to smoke something with added ingredients. Su Ziyu doesn't know how it is in other places, but Western countries are indeed more serious in this regard.

Pasha smiled and left.

Su Ziyu stood by the bed and looked at everything in front of him that was so unfamiliar. Civilization had really gone far away from this era. In his eyes, the pedestrians on the street seemed like numb zombies. Not far away, two drunk people were fighting. The man who was knocked down was dragged into the alley by several people. Then they walked out with something in their hands, smiling. Although Pasha said that the free men were rebels who wanted to rebuild a civilized society, Su Ziyu did not see many traces of civilization here. The public security here was not good, except for those gates guarded by armed guards.

The base camp of the free men should be inside, and the people outside are probably just scavengers who depend on them for their existence.

The best food provided by the hotel was beef stew with potatoes. Before leaving, Pasha left her mechanical watch for some reason. After eating the perilla fish, she took a look and found that the radiation pollution index had risen by about 0.02%. If you usually eat relatively clean food, the demand for anti-radiation drugs will be greatly reduced. There are some goods on the counter, mainly consumer goods such as tobacco and alcohol. The most expensive one is purified water. They are packed in relatively exquisite bottles, and the price is thirty times that of the same volume of alcohol. There is no fancy advertising on it, only a row of large characters printed on it - 'Pure water, multiple purifications, no radiation pollution'.

This is an extremely expensive luxury in this era!

The clothes provided by the hotel looked a bit old, but they were clean. Su Ziyu changed himself into a set of ordinary long-sleeved shirt and trousers, which was very cheap at only fifteen yuan. The money he got from the looters was about five or six thousand yuan, which should have good purchasing power in this era. Su Ziyu put the gun in his bag under the bed and prepared to go out and take a look.

The sky gradually darkened.

There seemed to be more people outside, and no one knew where they came from. Three or five black people were standing on the street near the hotel. When they saw Su Ziyu, they looked him up and down with unfriendly eyes.

"Get out!" A rude voice came from behind. The innkeeper held a modified rifle and yelled at the blacks, "Get out of this street! This is my territory! You dirty, lazy and shameless blacks!"

Hearing the innkeeper's angry curses, the doors of nearby shops seemed to open, and some men with guns walked out. They basically all looked white.

The black men put their hands on their waists and left with a look of hatred on their faces.

Ahem! Pah!!!

The innkeeper coughed, then made a loud "Puh" sound and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the ground beside the street. When he turned to face Su Ziyu, he had already put on a smiling face and said kindly, "It's okay. You just need to be careful of those black guys here. They are a bunch of lazy and shameless robbers and thieves."

"If you need anything, come to me, old Bob!"

After that, he chuckled and said, "If you want to find a girl to have some fun with, I'll help you get in touch with her. Don't touch those niggers, they're all sick."

He patted Su Ziyu's shoulder, and when he turned to walk towards the others, his eyes became a little serious. He lowered his voice and said to a white man, "Ask Jack and the others to come see me tonight. Recently, there are more and more black people staying in the camp. They dare to enter our territory, and I always feel that something bad is going to happen."

At this time.

Su Ziyu realized that the street that Pasha brought him to seemed to be mostly populated by white people. Both Old Bob and the black people looked different from the scavengers that Su Ziyu had met during the day. They looked like gang members.

He finally decided to go out and take a look.

Su Ziyu wants to see what the human world will look like after experiencing the catastrophe of the end of the world.

After walking out of the street where Old Bob lived, everything around him became a little messy and noisy. There were some large iron barrels on the side of the street. At first he didn't know what they were for and thought they were trash cans, but now many of the large iron barrels were on fire. There were several figures in white or black standing there, warming themselves by the fire, smoking and drinking. When they noticed him, they would cast cloudy eyes over to him, and from time to time some people would gather together and whisper a few words.

Those Indians were still there selling roasted rats, but they were replaced by a few more sturdy-looking adult men. A middle-aged Indian man with a decent physique was sitting on the side drinking, with a metal gun butt sticking out from under the chair. As if noticing Su Ziyu's gaze, the middle-aged man smiled at him, pointed at the roasted rat stall, and gave him a thumbs up.

I guess it means it's delicious, right?

Su Ziyu quickly looked away as if nothing had happened. The camp seemed to have changed its appearance during the day and at night, and the guards had returned to the gate. Inside the iron wall outside, there was another thick wall. It was impossible to see what was going on inside, but it was not as noisy as outside. That should be the base of the free men. The guards at night were also changed.

Su Ziyu saw a man covered in metal. He stood on the watchtower and stared at others with cold eyes, not allowing anyone to approach.

This should be the exoskeleton armor that Pasha mentioned, equipped with a micro nuclear battery on the back.

The nights here are very noisy.

The dim lights could only illuminate the streets, while the alleys were pitch black. Occasionally, one could faintly hear people moaning, not only from women but also from men.

As Su Ziyu was walking, he suddenly frowned.

Three black men came out of the alley in front of him, glared at him unkindly, and then walked away smoking their cigarettes. A man groaned in pain from the alley, and Su Ziyu frowned and thought for a while before walking in carefully. He saw another black man with blood all over his head. He looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was the black man who asked him if he wanted to smoke in the car during the day.

"Are you okay?" Su Ziyu walked over and helped him up.

"Thanks, buddy." The black man climbed up with some difficulty, cursing: "These damn niggers! Damn racists!..."

Talking and talking.

He suddenly reached out his hand and began to grope around his body, then tremblingly pulled out a bloody cigarette. He tried to light it several times but failed. He looked a little anxious and irritable, and kept cursing at the blacks. After finally lighting it, he took a deep breath, then spoke incoherently and relaxedly, "It's you?..."

He looked just like those drug addicts Su Ziyu had seen before. Su Ziyu looked a little disgusted and took a step back quietly.

"Why did they beat you?" Su Ziyu asked.

The black man's hand trembled as he smoked, then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "They think I'm a traitor!..."

"Fuck him!"

"It's the end of the world!"

"If I follow them, I never know when a gun will stab me in the back!... At least if I follow Old Bill, I don't have to worry about someone stabbing me in the back!..."

Old Bill should be the German man during the day. He seems to have a lot of prestige among the scavengers.

After the black man took a few puffs of his cigarette, the pain on his face faded a lot. He wiped the blood off his face, patted Su Ziyu on the shoulder and said, "Thanks, buddy."

"Be careful of those niggers when you're hanging out here."

"They even attacked their own people!"

Su Ziyu looked at the blood on his shoulder with some disgust. The other party was smoking one cigarette after another without paying any attention to it. He walked out while holding the wall, as if he was planning to go to the bar not far ahead.

"Would you like to have a drink? I'll treat you! Old Bill is there too!" The black man seemed to be in a trance. He turned around and showed a mouthful of bloody teeth. He put his hand into the pocket behind his buttocks and suddenly yelled angrily, "Damn it! FUCK! These shameless robbers and thieves!..."

At this moment, his expression was even angrier than when he was first beaten.

"I'll treat you. I happen to have some questions too." Su Ziyu frowned and looked at the blood on his shoulder.

Two people walked out along the street.

At this moment, they heard a sound, like a whisper, very low, a little creepy, but if you listen carefully, you can hear it clearly. There seemed to be a dark shadow in the depths of the alley, which looked like a person, crawling on the cold ground, motionless, but the sound came from far away.

He kept repeating the same words in a low, hoarse voice. They were:

"Hungry!...Meat!..."

"Hungry!...Meat!..."

"Hungry!...Meat!..."

Hungry……

Meat……

The black man next to Su Ziyu couldn't help but tremble. He pulled him away without saying anything, and he didn't even notice that the cigarette in his mouth had fallen.

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