I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

Ottok was holding a pipe in his mouth, and the pungent smell of smoke filled the car.

He was holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking leisurely and relaxed.

Through the rearview mirror, Ottok quietly stared at Rosen who was staring out the window.

It can be seen from his eyesight that Rosen is somewhat curious about traveling in vehicles.

It seems that Old Jim's judgment was right.

Rosen was by no means a veteran wastelander or lone ranger before.

So, what exactly happened that prompted him to change.

And who is the financial backer behind him?

Regarding the fact that Golden Ear Bar recently launched a batch of canned and foreign wines of very good quality.

Ottok also heard something about it.

And it is not difficult to guess that Rosen is the supplier.

Because in the transaction, Rosen had used "pre-war" food to deduct part of the payment from him.

It is not difficult to come to such a conjecture.

He and the Golden Ear Bar are relatively close partners.

The nature is similar to Rosen’s current cooperative relationship with Golden Ears.

Not good enough to wear a pair of pants.

But what makes Ottok most curious is that Rosen obviously does not have any workshop industry.

However, it can maintain stable supply.

Of course, although pure food is highly profitable, Ottok has no intention of getting involved.

He was just curious about Rosen.

Being able to provide so much pure food silently.

Then the mysterious force standing behind Rosen must not be underestimated.

Silently he suppressed his curiosity.

Because just when he thought he was observing very covertly.

Rosen had shifted his gaze keenly, and his eyes under the bulletproof mask flashed with warning.

This frightened Ottok.

"What a keen sense..."

He sighed in his heart, with an awkward yet polite smile on his face.

Seeing that Rosen seemed to be very interested in the corpses that were smashed to pieces by the knife wheel, he took the initiative to find a topic.

"When the Great Destruction first happened, there were no such filthy wights."

"Until the damn FEV forced virus had a massive leak."

"That is a war weapon from the Clay Life Technology Research Institute. The Covenant Community allocated a huge amount of money for this in the depression years before the war broke out."

Otok chewed his pipe and moved it from left to right.

Rosen didn't care about the behavior he had just secretly observed.

He is not a fragile porcelain doll, and he is not someone who will jump anxiously just by looking at him.

The topic that Ottok was looking for happened to be the knowledge blind spot that interested him.

The FEV virus has changed the wasteland almost as much as the ubiquitous radiation.

It and radiation are the main factors in the birth of aliens, wights and mutants in the wasteland.

It can be said to be the source of the gradual alienation of this world.

It is said that the genetic enhancement potion is also a branch result of this project.

Regarding the FEV forced evolution virus, Rosen only knew some common sense information.

So this is a good opportunity to expand your knowledge base.

"You know a lot about what happened before the war?"

Ottok is a middle-aged man, and he is definitely not a useless second generation.

And he can become the largest weapons dealer in the Golden Sunshine District.

This means that he cannot be a "blue-skinned" person who came out of a dormant cabin in a shelter.

Those guys who wear blue shelter uniforms are called blueskins.

Over time, it became a nickname.

Combined with Ottok's appearance, Rosen actually had a guess in his mind.

"You were an orbital airborne trooper from SAC before the war."

He put his hands behind his head, and the texture of the mechanical arm guards was as solid as a hard pillow.

Rosen's words made Ottok pause slightly.

Then he showed an intriguing smile and asked with a smile.

"Why do you think I was a paratrooper of the Covenant Alliance?"

In response, Rosen yawned and explained casually.

"Although things before the war are about to be buried underground with the radioactive fallout floating around."

"But Shenhai City, as a super city of the Pan-Asian Alliance before the war, was a place that was hit hard by the SAC."

"There are so many Covenant soldiers parachuting from the sea and low-Earth orbit."

"Your age and your knowledge before the war all prove my suspicion."

All the grievances before the war were wiped away with the silence of civilization.

So this is not a sensitive topic at the moment.

Listening to Rosen's words, a hint of appreciation appeared in Otok's eyes. He likes to deal with smart boys.

In response, he pulled a dog tag from his collar with one hand.

This square-shaped military tag was nicknamed "dog tag" by SAC soldiers.

"You're right."

"My name is Otok Fran, a native of Missouri from the Star Alliance."

"He was the corporal squad leader of the 7th Orbital Airborne Brigade of the SAC Close Ground Combat Corps."

He said it as if he was introducing himself to his family.

Then they talked about the FEV forced evolution virus.

The birth and development of this thing can be described as twists and turns.

A sample was leaked once during this period.

That was ten years before the war.

Using the leaked samples as material, the Pan-Asia Alliance and the Northern Wei Alliance have made research breakthroughs in different applications.

The most typical one is gene enhancement potion.

The Pan-Asian Alliance administered mass injections to then-servicemen in the years before the war.

The Star Alliance Community and the Northern Victoria Alliance also have similar products.

Only the names and details are different.

The FEV forced evolution virus before the war was completely different from the post-war one.

After being induced by radiation and multiple mutations, this super virus has undergone unknown changes.

From this, ghouls and various alien species were born, as well as notorious mutants.

Rosen listened with great interest, making the journey less boring.

Due to the need to take detours and slow down, the journey of more than 30 kilometers will take more than an hour to arrive if everything goes well.

Ottok talked about the FEV virus from the ghoul.

Finally, we returned to talking about ghouls from FEV.

"The mutated FEV virus in these ghouls now should be the twenty-third generation strain."

"Weak photosynthesis is possible."

"And they can use the dark crystals in their bodies to supply energy to replace the need to eat to supplement organic matter."

"So ghouls can survive in the wasteland for a long time."

"Coupled with the emergence of mutant species with the ability to reproduce, the ghoul group will continue to kill them."

Ottok rolled down the window, knocked out the ashes from the pipe, and said with emotion.

Sixteen years after the Great Destruction, everything has already become self-consistent.

This is a rule unique to the wasteland world.

After a moment of pause, Ottok suddenly changed the subject.

"However, although ghouls are disgusting and difficult to deal with, they will become extremely inactive on cloudy days or cold winters."

"And speaking of it, humans are the truly tenacious species in this world."

"Far tougher than a mutated cockroach."

"Even though this land is riddled with holes, humankind is still not extinct."

"And when order sprouted a little bit, its true nature was revealed again."

"Greedy, belligerent, extreme..."

“People let out the devil within them and have trouble re-caging it.”

He said meaningfully.

Rosen, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

I was about to ask him about alien species and mutants.

At this time, Ottok coughed several times.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

"Sorry, I'm old."

"After just one conversation, my lungs hurt so much."

"I have to go to the Iron Grave Camp to get a glass of water and beer to soothe my throat."

His voice suddenly became hoarse.

This allowed Rosen to temporarily suppress his curiosity.

The rest of the journey became very peaceful.

The stupid guy sitting in the passenger seat still said nothing.

This made Rosen wonder if he was mute.

When the drive takes more than fifty minutes.

Ottok prompted in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Look, we're almost there."

He pointed ahead of the windshield.

Rosen looked in that direction and could see black smoke pillars rising into the sky in the distance.

That is the breath spewed by the beast called "Industry".

…

More than ten minutes later.

The outline of the camp has appeared ahead.

With Rosen's strong eyesight, he could see that a concrete wall had been built there, as well as machine gun towers and sentry posts.

There is only one intersection in the entire camp, which is blocked by a heavy metal barrier.

Standing in front were several guards wearing carbon nanobody armor and holding rifles in their hands.

These guards had a gangly look on their faces, almost like predators.

At this time, Ottok's voice recovered after resting.

"Do you have any acquaintances in the Iron Tomb Camp?"

To be on the safe side, Rosen asked more.

But he saw Otok patting his chest and answering with a complacent expression.

"The commander of the Iron Tomb Camp is an old friend of mine."

“Coming here is almost like going home!”

"If there weren't some blind predators wandering around all the time, we wouldn't even have to bring weapons!"

Upon hearing his words, Rosen said softly "Oh" and said nothing.

The truck soon arrived at the camp gate.

In the past, the guard would recognize his car and would take the initiative to stop the horse.

But today there was something unusual.

On the sandbag positions on both sides of the road, the guards actually opened the safety of their machine guns.

Ottok, who was originally full of confidence, also noticed something was wrong.

He slammed on the brakes.

The braking force caused the tires to rub against the ground violently, leaving two dark marks.

The huge inertia made everyone stumble forward.

"Several guards raised their rifles and aimed them at the cab."

Ottok frowned, took the initiative to open the car door, and raised his hands in a harmless gesture of surrender.

He found that the guards in front of him were no longer the familiar "old friends" from before.

"what happened?"

"I am a friend of Chief Lu Ting and an important partner of the Iron Tomb Camp, Black Blade Otok."

He introduced himself to his family.

I saw the guards looking at each other.

The leader bared his big yellow teeth and revealed a sinister smile.

"Lu Ting is dead!"

"Now I'm afraid it has turned into organic matter in a tube of nutritional mixture."

"The Iron Tomb Camp will be taken over by our oil machine gang."

“We welcome collaborators.”

"But if you want to come in and do business, you must first pay the entry fee of 100 dark crystals!"

Ottok's expression immediately became embarrassed.

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