Chapter 2 - From the Outside of Dick Town (2/2)

The revolver was well preserved. Except for the yellowish-brown anti-skid wood on both sides of the handle, the whole body of the revolver was covered with silver-white metallic luster. A logo “Colt Anaconda” was carved on the barrel, and the ammunition storage capacity was six rounds. This was a pistol of the biggest caliber I had ever found, and guns made in small workshop couldn’t be compared with it.

The packing box of bullets was a bit worn-out, but sign of “.44 11.1mm” still could be seen on it. I opened the packing box, there was a layer of kraft paper wrapped around the bullet inside. After removing all the packages, I found the bullets in front of me were different from the bullets of rifles I have seen before. These bullets were not sharp, but rather flat, and the middle of it seemed to be hollow. If sharp bullets were more penetrating, then I was sure these flat bullets could kill the enemy at close range.

I filled the magazine with bullets and appreciated it for a while. At close range, ordinary combat armor could not completely block the bullets fired from large-caliber guns. And this gun could easily break through mutant snake’s thick scales I experienced yesterday.

I put back gun and took out the slightly yellowed notebook. I simply thought it was just a notebook of the plant manager. However, I was shocked by what I saw when I opened it.

“March 2, 2177. An outsider who tried to enter the wastewater treatment plant was executed today. He repeatedly said he had seen nothing after being caught. But who knows? Only the dead can’t talk.”

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“April 1, 2177. The automatic defense equipments applied by general institute have been installed. Incidents like what had happened last month should not happen again.”

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“August 5, 2178. A soldier who was attacked by ghouls on patrol was brought in today. A large piece of flesh was torn off his cheek and he has almost mutated. The mutation stopped after he was injected the inhibitor which was tested yesterday. However, the soldier died directly and the experiment failed.”

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“March 5, 2179. Today a group of robbers came. Their leader who was called Farmas asked us to hand over valuable things. Ha! As a result, several of them were shot in head by the automatic gun tower, and then the leader knelt down to beg for mercy. It was so ridiculous. However, in order to prevent similar situations from happening in the future, it’s good to command this leader to drive away some intruders.”

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“May 3, 2018. Farmas dared to demand more. Maybe he had forgotten how he beg for mercy before. It seemed that I should teach him a lesson, hey!”

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“September 3, 2180. Today the mechanical guards which was on patrol sent data to us that they had killed two outsiders who tried to break in. There are eight intruders plus these two.”

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“December 20. 2180. The general institute suddenly asked us to evacuate today. But there was still no response from the several experimental bodies who have been injected with our newly developed drug. We were unwilling to leave. It seems the laboratory have to be sealed up temporarily.”

The note ended here, and I figured out why Farmas had escaped, why he had blocked here and why those venturers had disappeared. What a big discovery! But it seemed that the notebook was of no use to me, so I put it back. And I did not know what the use of that strange card was, so I put it in my pocket randomly.

When I was about to walk out of the manager office, sound of braking came from the factory gate. I quickly squatted down and came to the window. There was a pickup truck parked in front of the factory gate. Although the appearance of the pickup truck looked worn-out, there was no doubt that it was the truck that stopped just now. Two people stepped down from the car. One man wore goggles and slightly raunchy combat armor which was old-styled Cave Combat Gear from its appearance. He held a weapon of peculiar style which I had never seen.

The other was a young woman with short black hair and gray, slightly tight uniform. Was a blue eagle embroidered on the chest of clothes? Some small cloth bags were hung on her tactical belt and an unknown type of pistol in the holster. The woman was beautiful. I had never seen such a beautiful woman in the Wasteland. Those women who sold their bodies for food in Dick Town or in the gathering places of scavengers are inferior to her, so to speak, to a bedbug. I was sure that if such a woman appeared in the slave market, she would be the most expensive slave, not one of the most expensive slaves.

I had never seen them before. And they were not from some places near Dick Town according to their clothes.