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Along the way, Mark Ratledge met all kinds of people, without exception, they were all guys fleeing.

It was all because of the omnics, it was the omnics that caused them to be displaced and forced to leave their homes.

With a strong will, Mark has survived to this day, and now he no longer expects anything like companionship and friendship.

In this environment, no one will give their food to others, they will only snatch food from others, and any emotions will not exist.

Now it is like a primitive society, full of the law of survival of the fittest. If you die, no one will sympathize with you or shed a tear for you, they will only think that you will not survive.

Mark still has a glimmer of hope for human nature. The people who fled are not all cold-blooded animals, there must be people with good intentions.

Yes, he met such a person, who gave him a mouthful of soup when he was hungry and cold, and saved his life. But more people, once they see any food on him, will come in groups of two or three to rob him.

As a result, those people usually couldn't beat him. Those who came to rob him were stripped naked by him, and everything they could use was taken away.

Clothes can be used to wrap the body to keep warm in the cold, as for other things, there can be no gold or silver treasures, at most there will be a few pieces of burnt black bread. It was covered with dust, and I don't know how many people this small piece of bread has passed through.

But it is just such a small piece of bread that can save people who are about to starve to death.

This is the first time Mark has robbed something from others. There is no way. In order to survive, he must do this. If he doesn't do this, he will die.

Death may be a kind of relief, but he doesn't have the courage. He has always believed that it is better to live than to die. Even ants are trying to survive, let alone living people. With hands and feet, as long as he wants, he can survive to the end.

Mark firmly believes this.

I don't know how many places he has been to. Picking up garbage and rummaging through garbage dumps has become his daily routine. When negotiating with people, he often exchanges some scraps of copper and iron for some food.

Apart from this, he no longer interacted with anyone. In his opinion, anyone who approached him had a plan, either thinking about the butcher knife he dug out from the garbage dump, or thinking about other things on him.

Gradually, he became silent and taciturn. The leader of the Liberation Front was no longer charming, more like a primitive scavenger who could not speak.

He didn't want to be like this, and he also longed for companions, but the few people who had once partnered with him betrayed him, took away food and utensils at night and ran away, abandoning him.

For those people, one more person meant sharing more food, and one person could eat for a long time, at least they would not have to starve for a period of time.

So he didn't want to partner up now, and would rather do it alone than find so-called partners, all of them were a bunch of ungrateful people, all of them!

Sometimes, Mark would meet some skinny children on the road, and he felt a little bit sorry for them.

"They got separated from their parents." Mark forced himself to think so, because he couldn't believe that parents would abandon their children of a few years old.

It is said that blood is thicker than water and even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. No matter how cruel the parents are, they will not abandon their children.

Although this is the fact.

Usually, Mark would break some bread and share it with them. Although he knew that these children would still die, eating something would allow them to see more of the scenery of the world, even if the scenery was not very beautiful.

A ray of setting sun was like the sickle of the god of death. It seemed far away, but in fact, the next moment, the dim sunlight would fall on him.

Mark didn't know when he would become like this, but he didn't need to worry about it at present. His ability could provide him with food.

Now, he had no ideals. At first, he was full of ambition to avenge the dead ALF members, but now he found that even living in this wasteland affected by radiation was so difficult.

Live, must live!

The days of survival passed quickly, picking up garbage day after day, teaching those bad-hearted people a lesson, and exchanging the things he picked up for food.

After a few months, Mark's equipment was brand new. Although they were all old, he was very satisfied.

Machete, chain hook, simple armor... He can always turn waste into treasure. A piece of garbage is useless, but a pile of garbage can make a piece of equipment.

There are many people who pick up garbage. Here, there is no place name, and the former prosperity is not seen. Anyway, it is now a shaky and broken town that can no longer withstand any blows.

This town gave these garbage pickers a place to live, and finally welcomed a queen.

It is said to be a queen, but in fact no one has seen the queen's true face. Maybe there is, but Mark is obviously not one of those people who have seen it.

The queen ruled this town and gave it a name, Zack Town!

Since then, people who are active in the town have a new title: Zack.

It can be regarded as a profession. Zack pickers pick up garbage all day and turn out some metal scraps to pick and choose. It can be said to be very vivid.

The queen is very deterrent and has set several rules. If you want to live here, you must listen to her because she can seek benefits for the Zacks.

If guns can be regarded as benefits, maybe it is.

The emergence of hot weapons has increased the conflicts among the scumbags. Guns make you the boss. Even the strong Mark can't get away with gunmen.

After being robbed twice, Mark deeply realized the importance of guns.

So he rummaged through the garbage more diligently, hoping to find some useful metal to assemble a gun, but he couldn't do it.

Chain hooks and other things are easy to make, but guns are really not something that ordinary people can make, mainly because he doesn't have the tools to make them.

Later, he met an engineer named Bruce, who provided materials and the latter provided technology and tools. Finally, the gun made of metal garbage was born.

It can shoot a large number of metal fragments at close range, and can also shoot fragment balls that explode at a long distance, shooting a large number of fragments from the explosion point.

Mark gave it a name, which is called the blasting gun, which is very appropriate.

Of course, Bruce did not work for Mark for free. He asked Mark to work for him for a few months and give him all the metal he picked up. He would provide Mark with food and respirators.

With a gun, Mark became more and more famous in Junker Town, and basically no one dared to mess with him, so he got a resounding nickname-Road Bully!

As the name suggests, the bully on the road can also be understood as the bully on the road.

No one dared to compete with Road Bully for the garbage dump he occupied first, and the reason was very simple, that is, he couldn't grab it.

Some people like to call him a pig. Roadhog always shows his big belly, with a pig head drawn on it, and the big belly button acting as a pig nose, which is particularly vivid.

"WILD" is written above the pig head, as if to warn others not to provoke him, otherwise he will deal with the problem in a barbaric way. Overwatch is coming to Marvel and updates the fastest. If you want to chat about "Overwatch is Coming to Marvel" with more like-minded people, follow "hot online text or rdww444" on WeChat and chat about your favorite books with more book friends