Chapter 350 – Celebration I (2/2)

As he spoke, he walked over to the motorcycle and pulled the big guy up. After checking, the knight heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily the motorcycle was not broken, otherwise he would have to walk back.

In the evening, the heavy motorcycle drove into a deserted town. The size of the town was similar to the Angry Reef City, but much more dilapidated. The townspeople lived on scavenging, and there was an old military warehouse nearby with nuclear material such as uranium. However, the catastrophe caused the warehouse to be buried one hundred meters underground, which had already become the lair of the berserk giant rat.

The townspeople had to enter the warehouse at the risk of their lives and sell the uranium to other cities for money. However, this job was extremely dangerous. Apart from the threat of the berserk giant rat, there were no protective measures against the highly radioactive substance, so the residents of the town usually wouldn't live past the age of 30. Even so, it did not prevent people from entering the underground warehouse.

Since there was no income, there was no food. Without food, there was no difference between that and death. And even though entering and exiting the uranium deposit area would shorten their lifespan, they would at least be able to live for a while, which would be better than starving to death.

Under the control of their survival instinct, no one was willing to starve to death. When the knights arrived at the town, they saw a few refugees dragging their tired bodies towards them. They were covered with blood, both theirs and others'. When they left the town in the morning, the team had a total of fifteen people, but now there were only three people left.

At the entrance of the small town, there were already women and children looking in. When they saw that there was no husband among the returning group, they held the child and cried bitterly. However, after crying bitterly, he could only gather his emotions and walk home with the child in his arms.

A dead husband's woman and child would be compensated with two loaves of bread and a bottle of clean water, and a woman would need to work or remarry in order to live.

The Knight was very clear about this kind of lifestyle. After all, he was from this small town.

If he had not run into that man, the Knight thought, he would have become one of the uranium pickers. They could either die from the contamination in their prime, or be torn into pieces by wild hamster s in the underground warehouse. These were the two ultimate destinies of the man in the town.

The motorcycle was parked outside the town's only gas station. At dusk, the gas station's convenience store was dark. There was very little gasoline left in the tank. Old Peter, who was guarding the gas station, was napping on his old leather chair that he had picked up from G.o.d knows where. His snores could be heard outside the town.

The knight put his helmet on the locomotive, smiled, and went over and put a hand on old Pete's nose.

The old man who woke up from his shortness of breath roared, “Who the h.e.l.l doesn't want to live anymore? Be careful of my breaking your dog legs …”

After a short period of adaptation, his eyes gradually focused and he saw the Knight. The old man's shout turned into a grumble, “So it's you, Xiao Jin. Get your stinking hands away! ”

Laughing, he let go, and the knight suddenly gave Pitt a hug. “Long time no see, Uncle Pitt.”

“Yeah, I thought you were dead. How long has it been? Two years. ” Pitt muttered.

The knight named Jin patted Peter on the back and said, “Yes, it has been two years. This place is still the same as always. ”