Rise of the Wasteland

The Dangdang Dangdang railroad train dangled on the streets of Moscow, taking Zhou Qingfeng forward slowly. The carriages are empty and quiet, but the interior is a bit old. And looking out the car window, any building has a little history, saying that it is not good or old.

Before reaching his destination, Zhou Qingfeng recalled the 'Winter Frost' he saw on the wasteland battlefield. When he made an emergency landing and rushed to the side of the power armor, the armor body was almost dismantled by Marcos.

Without armor, there was a pale girl hiding in it. Her chest collapsed and she was seriously injured by Marco's heavy punch. But when she saw Zhou Qingfeng, the blood-filled girl greeted with a smile and said, "Hello, Victor Hugo, it's nice to meet you."

Zhou Qingfeng only knew at a glance that even with the help of a treatment needle, the girl was at best back to life. He squatted down and asked Shen, "Who the **** are you?"

"My name is Yana, and I don't actually have amnesia. I just don't want to talk to others about this, and I don't want to fight anymore, kill me and let me escape." ‘Winter Frost’ said.

But Zhou Qingfeng didn't mean to talk about his feelings. He asked, "Did you watch a movie called" Wasteland "?"

'Dongshuang' eyes widened, and then shook his head after staggering for a long time. "I don't remember. I always seem to be reincarnation in a nightmare, and there is no end to it. It seems that there is such a movie, but I am not sure . "

"Do you remember who the protagonist of the movie you have seen?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"Winter Frost" opened her mouth but said nothing. She still shook her head, but suddenly said, "It seems to be a biochemist. He seems to have created any virus."

"Winter Frost" 's face moved to Mark Shi, aside, and added, "He created a mutant."

Fuck!

"God", how many of them lost to the wasteland? Zhou Qingfeng, David Lawrence, 'Winter Frost' in front of me, now running out to play virus.

Zhou Qingfeng asked ‘GOD’ repeatedly, but could n’t ask why. Finally, he asked, "Winter Frost", do you still remember where he used to live? Then use a large dose of morphine to make her die simpler.

Zhou Qingfeng considered it completely from the perspective of utilitarianism. ‘Winter Frost’ was a mess in the wasteland. There was no force for him to inherit it, and she did not want to continue living in the wasteland. Then I can only choose to go to the real world to find her ontology and see what the random reward is?

The tram continued to shake and Zhou Qingfeng had already got off. He pedaled in front of a common residential area on the outskirts of Moscow. According to the address given by Dong Shuang, this is her home.

The residential area is very old. It is a model house from the Khrushchev period decades ago. The appearance is the same, and the corridor is dark and messy. When Zhou Qingfeng walked to a room door and knocked for a long time, the neighbor next door came out and looked around, and asked, "Hey ... who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Yana. I'm her friend."

"Hehehe ... you're lying. Yana has no friends."

The neighbor's face was as ugly as this dilapidated building, but Zhou Qingfeng used a hundred-dollar bill for the information he wanted—Yana went crazy more than two years ago and was admitted to a mental hospital.

So Zhou Qingfeng ran to look for the unknown mental hospital, and finally found a pale girl living in a humble single room, tied to a hospital bed with a strap. Her eyes wouldn't move, she stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Don't look at her being so quiet now, in fact she has a very strong tendency to violence. This child is very powerful and needs four or five people to control her. She always tells people that she is fighting and that she has killed many people.

Poor child, she was a student of Moscow State Dance Academy before, and ballet dances very well. Suddenly one day she went crazy and became unreasonable. There were no results from multiple treatments, and her condition became worse. Her parents were completely disappointed in her and could only send her here. "

A nursing aunt in the psychiatric hospital took Zhou Qingfeng into the ward and raised her chin to indicate that the **** the bed was the person Zhou Qingfeng was looking for.

"Can you loosen her straps? I want to stay with her alone." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"This is not up to the rules." The nursing aunt spit out a cigarette ring and shook her head without hesitation. Zhou Qingfeng opened his wallet again and exchanged the banknote for the opportunity to be alone with the girl.

The iron door of the single room was closed, and the nursing aunt was still shouting, "Young man, you'd better restrain yourself inside. Some things are not allowed."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly and pulled a broken chair to sit in front of the hospital bed. Yana on the bed had sat up, looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a doubtful look, and said after a while, "I seem to have dreamed of you in a dream? You are a big villain in a dream."

"Your dreams are real, I am indeed a villain." Zhou Qingfeng smiled and nodded, reaching out to grab Yana's palm. The girl's skin was cold, she retracted in shock, with great strength.

Zhou Qingfeng had more power. The moment they touched their skin, he received a reminder from 'GOD'.

"You deprived Yana's talent of‘ combat intuition ’. This is the sensitivity of thinking that comes from fighting races that have settled in history and culture. They are exchanged for countless sacrifices. It allows you to make fewer mistakes when facing the enemy.

"You have the authority to transfer 20,000 tons of low-value waste materials."

"The amount of low-value materials you transfer from reality to waste soil every day rises to 1,500 tons, which can be accumulated."

At the moment they shook hands, Zhou Qingfeng felt a lot of disorderly information in his head, visual and auditory. All of this information was experienced from Yana's perspective, and without exception, it was extremely **** scenes. No wonder this girl would go crazy.

The wasteland world is not suitable for a female student who can only dance ballet.

When all the hard-injected information was over, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly found himself unable to lean on the bedside, and his body was sweating. Yana was still sitting on the bed, and the palms of the two were still together. Her palms had become warm, but Zhou Qingfeng's hands became cold and wet, all sweaty.

"Who are you? Are you sick?" Yana on the bed seemed to have a dream, but she could not remember the plot in the dream when she woke up. She was surprised that she was suddenly in a white-painted room, and even stranger the man holding her hand in front of her.

Yana doesn't remember knowing such a man, but from the bottom of her heart she feels that this man is somewhat familiar.

"Forget it all." Zhou Qingfeng regained strength and stood up again. He whispered to Yana and immediately turned away. While opening the iron door of the room, the nursing aunt was listening to the corner. There is a bald Russian middle-aged beside her.

As soon as the two sides met, the caregiver said immediately, "Given that you two have been quietly in the room for five hours, I think you may really be Yana's friend, so I invited Yana's father. "

The nursing aunt stretched her fingers to the middle-aged Russian middle-aged, and the bald middle-aged middle-aged and middle-aged looked at Zhou Qingfeng ~ www.readwn.com ~ The two men looked at each other for a long time. He drew a checkbook out of his pocket, wrote a number, and tore it to a balding middle-aged man after signing it.

In the strange behavior of Zhou Qingfeng, the bald middle-aged man is even more baffling. He watched Zhou Qingfeng leave quickly and beckoned and shouted several times, but he didn't know what to ask?

Instead, the caregiver took a peek at the check and exclaimed, "My God, this man gave me a million dollars?"

Bald middle-aged but unwilling to look at the check, because Yana came out of the room barefoot and called him: "Dad, why are you here? Who is that person just now?"

"You don't know who he is?" Bald middle-aged is even more confused.

Watching Zhou Qingfeng's deserted back disappear, Yana suddenly hugged her father, crying and crying, "Daddy, I suddenly felt very happy in my heart. It seems like I haven't hug you for a long time."

Instead, Zhou Qingfeng leaned away from the corner of the wall without paying attention, and echoed a word from ‘GOD’ in his head-work hard, boy! You are already the farthest of all candidates, but if you fail, you will be the worst.