death of hope

Chapter 198 "Corporate Warrior" (114) The Walking Dead

A group of strangers walked through the streets and alleys of El Paso, looked around, turned a corner, and came to a very bleak and desolate street,

Detective Li Mingkai is not exaggerating at all, New Vegas is degrading, and the most rotten and festering scars are on St. George Street.

Dust, trash, and—

Walking dead humans.

Just like the scene of the apocalyptic wasteland in a sci-fi movie, when you witness it up close in reality, the shock is far from comparable to that on the big screen.

Sigurdriefa, who was posing as a merchant's wife, looked around anxiously, her keen senses made her sense potential danger.

"Captain, I think...we should get off this street."

"why?"

"This place is full of dirty and poisonous insects. They...huddled in the corner, looking at us with malicious intent...If someone doesn't know good from bad, it will turn into a vicious battle and easily hurt civilians."

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. This is the homework that Detective Li left for us. Seriously understand the darkest local people's sentiments, break the door, and be ready to fight at any time. If you really hurt civilians, I will take all responsibility. .”

"Okay... Got it."

Sigurdriefa shook her head helplessly, and gently opened the waterproof zipper of the backpack. From a distance, she looked slender and fair, but from a close look, her fingers that were rough and covered with calluses reached into the backpack, and opened and closed it on the vertical handle of the Xia bullet gun. whispering:

"Stay close...I don't want to shoot...don't push me."

"Wow! Look at those slobs, zombie-like, skinny."

Lodayev stared wide-eyed and said, "We have to call the big Hollywood directors. We can save money on shooting zombie movies and setting up the scene and making up."

"The annoying flies are all over every planet in the Milky Way, so annoying..." Wang Hongye muttered, avoiding the corpses on the ground to drive away the buzzing mosquitoes and flies.

"There is a situation," Shaft said. "Boss, there is a lame, consumptive ghost approaching us. He may have a broken revolver hidden in his clothes. What do you mean, do you want me to kill him?"

"Don't act rashly, hacker, everyone is the same, turn off the gun insurance for me, and you can only fight back if you are threatened."

Under the gaze of everyone, the visitor squatted down, picked up a cigarette butt, put it in his mouth, turned around and left with a smirk.

(Cao! It turned out to be a smoker... Phew... A false alarm...)
Lynch breathed a sigh of relief, and took out his hand that was in his pocket,
For this veteran veteran, the community security battle with hidden murderous intentions is more difficult than the frontal battlefield with a hail of bullets.

During security inspections, you can never predict what will happen in the next second. The broken bricks on the street may be covered with bombs, and smiling women and children will suddenly shoot.

The deterioration of the local situation was completely beyond his imagination. The drug abuse problem in New Vegas, as seen by the naked eye, was a hundred times more serious than other colonial planets.

On St. George's Avenue, tents of homeless drug addicts were everywhere, and some people slept on the street wrapped in blankets.

The ground is littered with used syringes, snuff bottles, hookahs, and loose needles and cable ties, all of which are tools for smoking and injecting hallucinogens. The small plastic bags that have been torn open must be illegal drugs .

Addicts look at foreigners with tired and confused eyes, wanting to rob, but suffer from lack of energy, so they just stare maliciously.

After walking for hundreds of meters, there was no normal person on the whole street. The pedestrians were all staggering, with dim and blurred eyes, like zombies in horror movies.

Walking is not bad, some people's condition deteriorates to the point of incapacity,
Passed out on the street, vomited, convulsed, and defecated. From time to time, I saw people lying motionless on the road, and I didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Suddenly, the situation happened again,
The creaking sound of metal friction came from far and near, a ragged homeless man pushed a supermarket shopping cart that was almost falling apart,

The rags in the car were all his property, and the man staggered slowly approaching with zombie-like steps, and spoke with trembling lips.

"It's all right, stranger, just give me some change, or just give me some food."

"Find someone else." Shaft remained unmoved.

"I'll look for it." Wang Hongye relented, took out a piece of military-grade compressed biscuit from his pocket, and threw it into the homeless man's shopping cart.

"Oh, good stuff, is there anything else?"

The other party stared at Wang Hongye's backpack with greedy eyes:

"I need more, you look rich, don't be too stingy, beauty."

"It's gone..." Wang Hongye lost patience, turned around and left, but was held back by the other party.

The homeless man wants to snatch the backpack: "Little lady... I want to leave after I come here..."

"Boom! Whoops!"

With a fierce elbow, Wang Hongye knocked down the homeless man and left without looking back. Lodayev stepped on his foot and spat: "You messed with the wrong person."

"XNM, don't go! The outlanders are beating someone!" The homeless man tried to summon his companions, but the retired Ranger Old Kane kicked him to shut up:
"Hey, I want to stay away from these people for my life! You trash and poisonous bug!"

The homeless man finally stopped pestering him. Old Kane followed and said to Wang Hongye:
"Don't give them alms. Most of the people on this street are not worthy of pity. They will use the kindness of outsiders as the liver and lungs of donkeys. They will gang up with their accomplices to rob the good-hearted people of their property, kill the men, raise the women, and conceive. Their bastards, and then use their children to cheat relief."

"These are all junkies?"

"That's right, judging by their state, they are like zombies, their spirits have already died, and only their bodies are left to survive."

"The whole street?"

"Ninety-nine percent, maybe a higher percentage."

"Good guy, no one cares about this."

"Take care, but it's useless. At this time the year before last, I hadn't retired yet.

Governor of the Fat Pig, Olivier III, issued a proclamation declaring a 'state of public health emergency' in New Vegas,
Clamoring to negotiate with the gangsters and curb the production of prohibited drugs is purely a show for the higher-ups to see. In the end, there is still a lot of thunder and little rain. As always, the fart is useless.
The drug bugs continued to smoke, and the gangsters continued to sell. "

"What's the most popular hallucinogen?" Lynch asked.

"Here, this is the gadget," Kane picked up the plastic bag on the ground with "KA3" printed on it.

"It doesn't look like much."

"It's not very good, but it's not cheap to sell. The small package is not for concealment, but for the poor to afford."

"Local production?"

"Yes, New Vegas Proudly Presented,

The small workshops of the local gangsters produce a large amount of narcotic, psychotropic, and hallucinogenic drugs every year, which are mainly sold to other planets, and the local area is even more flooded.

The new hallucinogen KA3 was developed six months ago, and it has become a hot commodity in the eyes of addicts. "

(End of this chapter)