I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

Rosen has always understood that only when the two worlds complement each other is the right way.

It is impossible for him to give up the advantages of the wasteland world, even if it is devastated and full of memories of painful struggle.

After leaving the Zhang Family Martial Arts Hall, he walked along the dusty stone road towards the urban area of ​​Jinmen.

This was the first time he went out alone in nearly a week after crossing the border.

Leaving the outskirts of the city where the martial arts gym is located, follow the stone road into the city.

Pedestrians coming and going in different costumes, there are cross-dressers wearing gray plaid shirts, foreign hats and glasses, there are warriors in short black shirts walking like the wind, and there are conservatives wearing melon skin hats and mandarin jackets.

But most of them were ragged people with slightly numb expressions.

Along the way, you can see low-rise bungalows with cornices and Western-style bungalows mixed together.

As one of the first cities in the Tianqing Dynasty to be impacted by Western culture.

Jinmen Gukou is full of the fusion of old and new.

The tram covered with wood veneer swayed forward on the street track from behind him.

Rosen looked back sideways and could see the passengers crowding in the carriage.

There are also many kinds of signboards on the street.

There are not only traditional wooden plaques, but also swaying signs in the wind.

If you look casually, you can see large and small old-fashioned shops such as "Xiangtai Dry Silk", "Qijin Shoe Store", "Chongyang Flower Cake" and so on.

In addition, there are many pawn shops and casinos that call themselves "Fortune Halls".

The largest number of them are those in the opium dens, all of which have signs with the names of certain tubes of cigarettes or local cigarettes, and a large number of smokers lying on the steps at the door.

It's the guys who are already smoking weed.

The air is filled with a languorous atmosphere.

There's not much fireworks, but there's a bit of decadence with no future in sight.

Continuing forward for more than a hundred meters, we crossed the intersection and came to Yang Street.

There are all new two-story houses here, and foreign merchants and firms selling foreign goods can be seen everywhere.

There are rickshaws waiting for customers parked on the street.

But there are not even half a smoke shop here, and there are also fewer decadent smokers on the streets.

Shaking his head, Rosen turned around and arrived at a three-story foreign-style building with the name "Huiwen Hotel" on it.

I asked for a room on the third floor, checked in, and entered the hotel room for a brief inspection.

There are no advanced surveillance methods in this era.

It doesn't matter if there is no one in the room. He is dressed as a warrior, and warriors are elusive.

Lying on the simple bed, Rosen stared at the ceiling.

With a thought, he summoned the ancient key from the sea of ​​consciousness.

【Time travel】

【Consciousness Space】

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First put the two sacks of foreign goods into the space.

He only put a few packages of biscuits and tin cans in his storage bag.

After you are ready.

Rosen took a deep breath silently.

This is the first time I have tried to return to the wasteland world through [time travel] since I came here.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened his eyes, and then with a thought, he activated [Time Travel].

Invisible space ripples rippled out within a billionth of a second.

He was enveloped by this force and disappeared instantly.

The vision in front of me changed in an instant.

"Bang!"

He curled up slightly and fell from the air about one and a half meters above the ground.

When he was about to land, Rosen dexterously propped himself up on the ground.

When his palms touched the rough gravel ground, Rosen knew he was back.

That sweet rusty smell in the air is the smell of radioactive elements.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky, which was still gray.

The rather cold temperature made him shrink back.

From this point of view, the timelines on both sides are most likely consistent.

He won't be able to finalize it until he heads down the block to see how the date has changed.

The BP device also has a date function, but no one can tell the timing after [Crossover].

After quickly observing the surrounding environment, he took out the iron pipe pistol from his storage bag.

The air currents that sweep through in the morning and evening bring enough sand and dust to cover up most of the traces in the wasteland.

It is undoubtedly a delusion to pursue trace tracing at this time.

In order to prevent any sentinels from the predators nearby, Rosen did not stay where he was.

Instead, choose to advance through the ruins on the side of the road.

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More than two hours later, Rosen turned from the ruins onto a road accessible to vehicles.

Not far ahead is the checkpoint set up in the Golden Sunshine District.

Defender infantry fighting vehicles can be seen parked behind checkpoints, as well as neighborhood soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor and armed with large-caliber assault rifles.

There are also several sentry machine guns deployed on nearby commanding heights.

A drone with thermal recognition hovers in the air.

The wasteland traveling merchants leading the two-headed ox were waiting in line for inspection.

Armed mercenaries and rogues casually shared homemade cigarettes with the soldiers.

There are also many scavengers who also have one or two storage bags hanging on their waists.

They are also the group of people who have the least presence here.

There are more wasteland scavengers than mutated cockroaches.

The development of neighborhoods is inseparable from them, and many raw materials that are difficult to produce have to be replenished through recycling.

Rosen is familiar with the Golden Sunshine neighborhood.

After queuing up and passing the checkpoint, the soldier allowed him to enter after recording his ID number in the BP and checking the weapons he held.

After passing the checkpoint, there is a buffer zone about several hundred meters wide.

A large number of reinforced concrete fortresses were built here.

A jet-black gun barrel with a dark glow poked out from it.

Near the gate, there are many steel plate fortifications welded with spikes.

Behind each fortification is a cluster flamethrower with a nozzle length of about two meters.

This arrangement is mainly to resist the impact of alien species and crazy ghouls.

Two towers stand outside the entrance to the Golden Sunshine District, with precision shooters carrying laser sniper rifles above them.

The two-meter-thick concrete and steel gate is raised by a hydraulic device, and huge exposed axles can be seen on the ground on both sides.

There are three big, crooked, rusty characters hanging on the door——

——"Golden Sunshine".

Passing under the steel gate, you officially enter the Golden Sunshine Street.

The entire block is divided into two circles: inner and outer.

Weapons are allowed to enter the outer circle, but fighting is strictly prohibited, otherwise the soldiers with guns and live ammunition will not show mercy.

The control in the inner circle is stricter, and a guarantee is required to enter.

After walking into the block, you can see the Golden Sunshine Building in the distance.

It was a half-destroyed skyscraper.

After cleaning and reinforcement, it became the headquarters of the Golden Sunshine Neighborhood Committee.

All people who come to the block will always take a glance at the Golden Sunshine Building subconsciously.

Without stopping, Rosen followed his past sales experience and walked towards the Fourth Shopping Street with familiarity.

There he planned to cash out the foreign goods he had on hand one after another.

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