I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland.

Chapter 21 Chapter 0021: Golden Ears Tavern
The boundaries between life and death are often blurred.

A second ago he was a living person.

The next second it turned into a lifeless corpse.

Right in front of Rosen.

A hole with white smoke appeared on the female predator's forehead.

There were obvious burn marks on the edges of the wound, but not much blood flowed out.

This is also a characteristic of laser weapons.

After a moment of stiffness, the body fell to the ground.

Rosen kept his promise.

Laser beams can cause female predators to die painlessly.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, Rosen took away her waist bag, armed belt and BP device with a stern expression, and put them all into the [Consciousness Space] to be sorted out later.

Then he activated [Time Travel], returned to the room at Huiwen Hotel, and brought the two corpses to the end of the world.

Carrying dead objects back and forth does not require much mental load.

As usual, he touched the corpses first. After that, he piled the three corpses together, reached into the storage bag and took out a small can of alcohol-based liquid used as fuel, uncorked the bottle and sprinkled it on the corpses.

Finally, he took an igniter that fired an electric arc and carefully lit the body on fire.

A raging fire burst into flames, the temperature was very high and it burned quickly.

Rosen didn't need to burn the body too cleanly, just burn it beyond recognition.

The remains of corpses left here will most likely be disposed of as garbage by the cleaning robots.

After dealing with the traces, Rosen walked out of the garbage dump calmly.

He reached out and stroked the brown vest made of radiated deer skin.

He returned to the block along the same route without changing his expression.

Large clouds of black smoke were lingering in the garbage pile. They floated out from the gaps, like a monster spitting smoke.

As Rosen moved further and further away, the monster roared silently behind him.

……

Golden Ears Bar.

Rosen pushed open the hollow wooden door.

The next moment, the explosive sound waves and the strong smell of low-quality alcohol hit my face.

Even in broad daylight, the bar was still bustling with people.

In the middle is a stage with spherical spotlights.

Seven or eight hot-figured dancers were dancing with their arms around the pole.

There is a mouth-drying smell everywhere.

As long as you spend a few units of Dark Crystal, you can have in-depth communication with the bionic girl.

If you want to take a dancer with you for fun, the price is not cheap.

There were many people lying in a mess in the corner.

They are all addicts who overdosed on [Jet].

Wasteland warriors and adventurers wearing lightweight armor or exoskeletons can be seen in the booth.

There were also wanderers and loners huddled under the stage, smoking home-made cigarettes crazily.

The low-quality drinks served in the bar are all mixed with bright colors.

There's even a "nuclear drink" that glows fluorescent green.

The added radioactive elements will cause the drinker's urine to fluoresce for the next three months.

Due to the lack of natural food, most of the drinks here are blended with industrial alcohol and alcohol-based fuels. A few drinks won't kill you, but they can definitely make you numb.

As for the intact drinks pulled out of the wasteland.

Without exception, they are all forbidden by the big guys.

It’s rare to find on the market, and the price is shockingly high.

There are also predators among the drinkers, but they all hang out together and see through things without telling them.

I am afraid that each of these guys here has had blood on their hands to some extent.

There is only one rule that applies to the wasteland.

That is the law of the jungle.

The order including the Golden Sunshine Block is no exception.

If there were not those patrolling soldiers wearing individual exoskeletons and holding saboteur rifles, as well as the sentry machine guns set up everywhere.

There's no way these guys can live in the same room together.

Strength determines order.

It just so happens that the wastelanders also need such an orderly place.Rosen walked straight through the drinkers.

Be careful to avoid touching anyone.

Here, an intentional or accidental touch can turn into a fight.

When he came to the bar, what Sade once said during a chat came to his mind:
"If you want to get information, just go to the Golden Ear Bar and ask the bartender for a drink of Savage Bolton with seven times the strength."

Sade is an E-level genetic warrior and the parent hired by their scavenger team. She is much more knowledgeable and capable than these trash guys.

Her words undoubtedly opened up Rosen’s horizons.

When he came to the bar, the bartender wearing electronic prosthetic eyes glanced at him.

"What do you want?"

"Seven times the concentration of Savage Bolton."

Rosen repeated softly according to the words in his memory.

"Hand over your BP."

The bartender whispered expressionlessly.

After he did so, he found that a string of codes had been entered into the regional communication above.

"Contact this code after I get out."

With a final warning, the bartender went to greet other guests.

Rosen immediately knew what was going on and quickly left the tavern.

Then I chose communication.

After the slightly harsh current noise, a frivolous voice came from the BP device.

"Oh, new friend."

"Now go to the back alley of No. 192 First Shopping Street."

"There's a door that's ajar."

"Someone will be waiting for you."

After saying that, the voice hung up the communication without waiting for Rosen's reply.

Rosen thought as he walked, and then got into a dark and deserted alley.

When he came out again, he had a sack in his hand.

It contains foreign goods brought from Tianqing Dynasty.

Rosen found about sixty or seventy units of dark crystals from the three marauders, and he didn't know if they were enough to pay for the intelligence fee.

To be on the safe side, it's better to take out some food for later use.

Food, weapons, and dark crystals are all hard currencies in the wasteland.

Soon he came to the back alley of No. 192 First Commercial Street, where he saw the ajar door.

As soon as he walked in, he was surrounded by two muscular men wearing body armor.

Without saying a word, they led Rosen into one of the dark rooms.

After arriving, he left.

Not long after, a young man wearing a single-sided electronic lens walked into the dark room.

The young man was wearing a neat shirt, casually took out the holographic projector pen, and turned on the holographic computer.

"Tell me the news you want to know."

He asked straight to the point, which seemed very formulaic.

Rosen rubbed his dry throat before answering.

"Blood Wolf Group."

"I need detailed information about them."

"Including information such as the camp's defensive layout, specific number of people, and armed level."

The young man nodded expressionlessly.

He raised his hand and made a few empty clicks on the holographic computer.

"The value of this information is 180 dark crystals."

"Pay first."

"It's the rule."

The price is not cheap.

After all, an injection of E-type genetic medicine only costs 300 dark crystals.

But Rosen still nodded.

(End of this chapter)