The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Two days later.

In Diamond City, two days and two nights away from Muller City.

Jing'an, dressed in a brand-new dress, was holding the old popsicle and walking on the path of the commercial district with curiosity on his face.

"It is worthy of being the only two large-scale city states in the Federation, and even the resettlement area is more elaborate than ours."

The processed composite board serves as the base, and the resettlement house made of iron sheet and wood board is raised a bit, making it difficult for the moisture on the ground to float up.

The limited supply of purified water once is more effective than nothing, but it can also provide some comfort.

Even the land reclamation projects regularly organized will absorb a large number of refugees. With food and work, the factors that trigger riots also drop sharply.

No matter how you look at it, Muller City doesn't seem to be worthy of being compared with Diamond City.

Jing'an looked around and showed all this pedestrian shopping street.

On both sides of the avenue, which is enough to allow four cars to line up side by side, there are many individual vendors.

Fresh Tuo beef, an assembled gun that has been sealed with anti-Foning, and the rifling has been smoothed.

It can be described as a wide variety of merchandise content, which is a bit more prosperous and prosperous than Mueller City-at least in Mueller City, if you don't pay rent in exchange for permission, the city guard will not be soft on you.

Jing'an said with emotion while walking.

"Even jerky can be much cheaper than ours..."

"Wow!"

[It doesn’t smell too fishy, ​​it should be marinated]

If you can move here, maybe even the little guy Knoll can make friends.

Before I knew it, I thought a little too much.

Jing An smiled bitterly and shook his head, temporarily putting these thoughts aside. He squeezed the package he was closely following and placed it next to his body.

"System, where is the specific address? Try to be as detailed as possible."

[Reminder: the fangs of the red flame red python, the gallbladder of the red red python, the brain spinal fluid of the red red python. These three types of materials can be sold at Mr. Passat on Third Avenue in the outer area of ​​Diamond City. To ensure the security of the transaction, please make the following preparations for the host]

[An exaggerated pure black top hat]

[A pair of pure white gloves (unlimited material)]

[A pair of high-end leather shoes made of pure cowhide]

"Well, it's already on the body... It's very eye-catching. Can't you explain the system for this outfit?"

[Hint: Passat on Third Avenue has its own unique rules. Although it is elusive, the host does not have to worry about his own safety at all as long as he obeys it-please trust the system's judgment]

[After confirming the attire, ask the host to move around the Third Avenue uninterruptedly until other people give the host a corresponding prompt]

This is the first time that the system has similarly refused to answer.

This made Jing'an very puzzled a day ago. He thought for a while before asking tentatively.

"You... have you become a bit human?"

Inquiries and answers, although the core content has not changed, the system seems to be...more humane.

[Hint: It's an illusion]

"...You wouldn't respond to me in the past, right?"

Is it the effect of the system upgrade?

Jing'an recalled the confrontation with Red Python at that time. Although he had almost forgotten the tips at that time, he still remembered a few key words.

Now this is the first system upgrade.

Does that mean that there may be other types of upgrades in the future?

No matter how much inquiring, there will be no results. After realizing this, Jing'an finally put it aside in advance. At the same time, choose to trust the system's prompts.

A retro and weird dress almost made him catch everyone's attention on the street. Jing'an wandered back and forth in two large circles on Third Avenue, and almost everyone remembered his appearance.

Will this really work?

Jingan always feels like a pervert with weird behavior.

However, just as he was making the third round of laps, a naked black man suddenly stepped forward. He wears a pair of sunglasses similar to his skin color, and his grin can show his big white teeth.

"Yo, my good brother! Your taste is very good, you know the rules of our inner street? What, is there something to find our boss?"

The frivolous tone, I don't know the so-called content.

"Yes, I trouble you."

The latter suddenly smiled upon hearing this. He self-made the ground and hooked his shoulders with Jing'an, half persuading, half dragging him to the entrance of a side house on Third Avenue.

Two brawny men in tights stood apart by the door, and at this moment they kept looking at the people coming.

Jing'an raised his eyelids and caught a glimpse of the big plaque above—'Brothers Fight Club'.

If it is a normal person, it is estimated that he would not want to go in and find out.

"Yo~ this is a good brother I recommended. Look at this high-class clothes, the boss will definitely like him."

Don't ask more, don't watch too much. Jing'an is not even interested in knowing the names of these guys.

Hurry up and sell the things, add some supplies, and then go back to Mueller City to see how Knoll is now...

Thoughts came to her mind, and Jing An followed in the footsteps of the black people and walked straight into this dark building.

At the same time, Muller City was here.

Two nurses with medicines and syringes were walking side by side on the promenade, and while the leader was not nearby, they were babbling in small pieces.

After topics such as firewood, rice, oil and salt, the topic inevitably returns to work.

"Clark, this is your first day on duty. I need to remind you that a patient on the fifth floor is in a special situation and needs to be shut down more... Oh, the director is calling me again. Go up first. I'll be right now. come over."

The intern with an oriental face smiled and nodded, and after taking the tray from his companion, he entered the intensive care unit on the fifth floor first.

Open the door curtain and you will see a lot of life-sustaining equipment. They are like stars clustering around the moon, wrapping the tiny figure in the very center in the center of her heart, maintaining her gradual weakening, but still continuing life.

"A... kid? Or mixed?"

Clark frowned slightly, and she had never touched patients in the intensive care unit. What the head nurse just wanted to remind may be related to this child.

She placed the tray next to her, and while examining the patient records, she sighed slightly-there was a mixture of envy, jealousy, or frustration.

"It's worthy of a wealthy family, just like this, you can hang your life with medicine. It's a luxury..."

Even if even the most junior doctors can understand the truth, Clark naturally understands that the organ failure caused by excessive radiation is almost incurable with the existing medical methods.

No matter how to deal with it, it can only be lingering.

"Does the family know the situation too...Tsk, so why can't these people donate a little to our poor people to improve their lives?"

After complaining, Clark's gaze swept over the Kang Fu Ning on the bedside, his expression involuntarily changed slightly.

If...the most advanced medicine is secretly exchanged, will anyone find out?

Yes, it won't.

Since it's just a hanging thing, no one will know whether the quality is good or bad, and the dead will not complain about the nurse's service.

The exterior of the mid-range anti-Foning is almost the same as that of the highest-level products. You only need to spend a little thought to change the packaging shell, and no one will find it.

Thinking of this, Clark's breathing became heavy. She stretched out her hand slowly, and slightly tightened the white-packaged high-end medicine.

"Woo..."

A low cry of pain sounded, making Clark shake all over, and stepped back several steps in succession.

The sound of high-heeled shoes echoed in the room, like her heartbeat accelerated sharply.

After several seconds, there was no other movement. She quietly stepped forward and looked down, just in time to catch a glimpse of Noel's frowning brow from pain.

"Brother, it hurts..."

Seeing the little guy's face that was distorted because of the pain, Clark was taken aback for a moment, quite complicated emotions tumbling in her eyes, but finally calmed down again.

She stretched out her hand again and grabbed the packaging shell of the medicine in her hand.