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Although the night was already deep, the gasoline town was still a brightly lit scene.

Various entertainment activities are still going on inside.

Gambling, nightclubs, various competitions.

In this era of cheap human lives, there are not many people who are willing to sell their bodies in exchange for Weibo income.

If you can survive, of course it's good, but if you fail, you just leave this difficult world.

At the gate of Gasoline Town, several soldiers with live ammunition and simple armor were guarding it.

But now it is too late, and they are not so focused.

Either sit on the ground and smoke, or sleep by the wall.

Seeing Yan Chong and the others coming, the soldiers became interested.

"What are you doing, do you have a pass?" a leader asked.

When he arrived, Yan Chong had already asked about the situation in Hawke Gasoline Town.

"Today is the Amnesty Day, everyone has the right to enter the gasoline town to have fun." Yan Chong said.

With that said, he took out a can ably and stuffed it into the guard's hand.

"Do me a favor." Yan Chong said.

"Time has passed..." The leader looked at the sky.

This dark night, I don't know how he looks at the time.

"We are really in a hurry." Yan Chong said, "If we can complete the task, when we come out, we will have a lot of parts."

On the wasteland, there is no universal currency.

Even under the rule of Immortal Old Joe, he didn't even think about issuing currency.

He is a native warlord, he just wants to let himself and his children rule this land for generations to come, and he has no interest in economic development.

Therefore, the common people mainly use the situation of bartering to seek life.

But cannibals have better minds.

Therefore, in addition to hard currencies such as food, water, gasoline, and bullets, the parts used to repair cars have become trading goods that can be referenced.

Most of the people in the gasoline town have cars, and most of their cars are assembled cars, and they cannot lack various replacement parts.

So parts, in many cases, can also be spent as money.

Yan Chong said that he had spare parts, and he promised that the guard would give them money.

But the guard has been here for more years, what kind of villain hasn't seen him?

He didn't want to listen to such empty promises.

"Get some more cans out!" said the guard, "don't want to lie to me, I know you still have it!"

Xu Guangyuan stretched out the double-barreled shotgun from behind and pointed it at his head.

"You don't want to be an inch, bastard!" Xu Guangyuan said.

The guards weren't very scared, after all, they were crowded with guns.

But then he saw the scarlet armor that Xu Guangyuan was wearing.

"Vulture, vulture?" The guard was a little scared.

"I am not a vulture. I have killed the vulture." Xu Guangyuan behaved fiercely. "If you talk more nonsense, you will end up like him!"

"Let it go!" the guard said immediately.

The prestige of the vulture is like a thunderbolt in this area, and it is even the largest among the robbers on the run.

They often come to Gasoline Town. They are very vicious. Not only the people, but even the soldiers are afraid of him.

After all, these guards also came out to work, not the regular army.

The murderous people who can kill the vultures will definitely be able to kill them.

So the guard immediately chose to let it go.

"Your method is easy to use!" Yan Chong quickly threw two rainbow farts, "I believe your reputation will deter the entire Gasoline Town!"

"Haha!" Xu Guangyuan nodded, "It depends on the situation."

But in fact, he was already a little fainted by Yan Chong's flattery.

Gasoline Town is said to be a town, but in fact it is more like a fortress, and there is not enough space for vehicles.

They need to park their car in a special parking lot.

"The car is good." There are no special people in the parking lot to look after them, but there are many guys wandering around with weird hairstyles and pierced lips.

Their living conditions are better than those wild mice outside, at least there is a shelter from the wind and rain, but in fact, their level may not be as good as those wild mice.

Seeing Yan Chong driving in, they leaned over.

After all, this is a vehicle driven by Riktus's. It can be seen that it is a professionally modified vehicle. Although it looks the same and worn out, it is much stronger than ordinary people's vehicles.

"Thank you," Yan Chong quickly put on a cowardly appearance, "Please also take care of everyone."

Yan Chong took out a can of canned food again humblely.

Bribery, but not high bribery.

Show your own strength and lift the opponent's appetite, but not satisfied.

Seeing what was in Yan Chong's hand, these little gangsters felt the temptation of food, and at the same time smelled Yan Chong's weakness.

"Speak politely to the uncle!" said the leader of these punks. "Are you making a beggar?"

As he said, he slapped Yan Chong's face with a slap.

Yan Chong was actually already prepared.

He didn't need to walk too much in the car anyway, so he swallowed the stone in advance and entered the stone state.

The condition of the stone and the effect of the dragon scales made Yan Chong's face very hard.

That little bastard was a real slap, and with all his strength, he hit it all at once, and his hand bone broke.

But in front of his subordinates, he couldn't show it, so he could only continue to shout and put his hand back.

And Yan Chong performed just right here, yelling "Ouch," and then "falling" to the ground, rolling all over the floor.

"I was wrong, I was wrong..." Yan Chong exchanged repeatedly, but refused to bring out a new can.

He just wanted to see if this little bastard had enough brains, dare to kick him again.

The beater really hurts. He can't lift his hands now, so he didn't do it anymore, but the little brothers next to him didn't know the story of the older brother.

Seeing that Yan Chong was splashing on the ground like touching porcelain. One of them was a run-up at the time. When he came over, Yan Chong played a football.

"You start me..."

He hadn't said the word "come" yet, and his kick seemed to hit a stone pier.

Hearing a crisp sound of "clap", a row of small bones on his feet were all broken.

He couldn't stand up anymore, lying on the ground, "Ouch" with Yan Chong.

Xu Guangyuan, who was next to him, looked at him, and stopped getting angry.

Are you a new way to touch porcelain?

Why are you still lying together?

"Be honest with me!" Xu Guangyuan cursed, and then took out his double-barreled shotgun. "We will go in and stay for a while. If there is a scratch on our car when I come out, I will let all of you pay for it. !"