Wolfsburg is not the name of a certain transfer station, but the collective name of all transfer stations built on the outer edge of the old city. As for the reason why it is called Wolfsburg, no one knows now.
Because the new cities above D level are protected by the Night Wall, they look the same from a distance, with only different sizes.
But every Wolf Castle displays the builder’s personal style and bad taste.
The Wolf Castle in front of Wu Chan looked flat and wide as a whole. Discarded steel plates were welded into city walls, and the joints were reinforced with reinforced steel bars. On top of the wall were machine guns, with their muzzles pointing in all directions. Right above the gate, a billboard removed from the old city is welded. The picture shows a pre-disaster female star holding a can of drink in her hand. Only half of the slogan next to it has been scratched: Use your brain often, drink more. ________.
But the original content of the billboard is not the point, the graffiti on it is.
The female star's face was wildly written with a line of red paint: "Those who defecate in public will die!!!"
Every exclamation point is as thick as an adult's thigh.
There is another sentence written in yellow paint on the neck of the female star, arranged in a curved shape that looks like a necklace and a smiling face.
"Those who defecate will die anywhere!!!"
It seems that this is a Wolfsburg where excretion is not allowed.
Wu Chan thought like this, and a beam of bright light was cast from the top of the city wall, covering the entire armored truck, as if to confirm whether the driver in the cab was alive. After a while, the light moved away, and the steel door seemed to have not been lubricated for decades. The oil made a dry squeaking noise and cracked open on both sides. Wu Chan lightly stepped on the accelerator and drove in slowly.
The world of Wolfsburg behind the steel wall is like a desolate town, with a few short houses scattered here and there. Each building is reinforced with at least three layers of ugly steel plates. It looks like a towering sky from a distance. The giant crushed several scrapped cars into a pile of garbage.
The two buildings near the gate are Wolfsburg's stores, and the supply store on the left sells water, compressed food, medicine, flashlights and other goods. On the right is a weapons store. Swords, spears and axes of various sizes are laid out on the goods table. A goods table next to it is filled with flash bombs, incendiary bombs and other grenades.
Wolfsburg can be regarded as the blackest black market in the post-disaster world. It's not that the goods sold here are illegal or illegal, but that the prices are too dark. An iron knife that sells for 100 yuan in Xincheng will cost at least 2,000 yuan here. But no one complained, just as no one thought there was anything wrong with a pot of water being more expensive than gold in the desert.
There were three or four people who were selecting weapons. They turned their heads when they heard the sound of the car. When they saw it was an armored truck, their eyes lit up, full of greed. In the Old Town, in Wolfsburg, one does not need to hide one's true emotions.
After driving for a short distance, Wu Chan found a car repair shop.
There were three vehicles parked in front of the door. One of the pickup trucks was stripped down to its frame, and a middle-aged man squatted next to the exposed energy-discharging engine.
Wu Chan got off the car.
"Master, I want to repair the car."
The middle-aged man ignored him and continued tinkering with the energy release engine.
"I need my car fixed."
Wu Chan said it again.
Under the chassis of another car, a head with a small light on its head slid out.
"I know you're not here to eat."
The engine oil stained the man's face, but it didn't stop him from clearly expressing his meaning with his eyes: No matter who you are outside, as long as you want to repair your car here, you have to listen to me.
"Let's get in line." The owner of the car repair shop slid back into the chassis.
"I can add money." Wu Chan said.
The boss slid his head out again, as flexible as a turtle's head repeatedly extending and contracting.
"How much do you add?"
"Tell me the number." Wu Chan said.
"I don't want cash," the boss said.
Wu Chan took out several weapons from the side of the cart and threw them on the ground. These were weapons he collected from robbers, and he didn't feel bad about throwing them all away.
"Take your pick."
The boss got up from his skateboard and looked at Wu Chan again, probably trying to estimate how generous this man could be.
"This, this, and this." He picked three weapons and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wu Chan pointed to the left front tire.
The boss squatted down and took a look: "The accelerator is deformed and parts need to be replaced."
"Can it be repaired?" Wu Chan asked.
"It's okay to fix it, but the money you paid is not enough." The boss stood up, peered into the body of the armored truck, and took out a tool box, "Add this."
Although the price he asked was a big deal for the lion, he did not deliberately lie about the truck's failure, so Wu Chan didn't care too much.
"Can."
"You park the car here and go eat first." The boss said, "As for the other goods in the truck, don't worry, we are very professional and no one will touch them."
Human credibility is worthless in the old city.
But Wu Chan didn't say much. He pulled the dead deer out of the carriage with his left hand, pulled out the ferocious leopard with his right hand, and paused toward the ground with his tail end seemingly inadvertently.
"good."
After Wu Chan left, the middle-aged man came over.
"This car is a treasure."
"Don't make up your mind, this is a tough one."
"Um?"
"Go and see for yourself." The boss pointed to an extra hole in the ground - that was left by Wu Chan with the fierce leopard just now.
The man poked it in with a large screwdriver, but he couldn't get it all the way in.
Can you dig such a deep hole in the ground just by pausing your tail end
How strong is that person
The boss patted the man on the shoulder.
"There are always some people in this world that we cannot afford to offend. Let's fix our cars steadily."
Opposite the car repair shop is a hotel called Fathead Fish. This is a name that looks like a name given to the boss when he is drunk, but anyone who is more sober will achieve better results than this.
The hotel in Wolf Castle is usually a place that combines multiple functions such as eating, drinking, soliciting prostitutes, exchanging information, etc.
Wu Chan pushed the door open and walked in. Seven or eight round tables were already filled with people. There were two pool tables deep in the room. An old love song from a pre-disaster civilization filled the air from the gramophone. The female singer's lazy voice Let Wu Chan's super power enter the standby state.
"Strange traveler, what do you want?" The young man wearing a bow tie asked Wu Chan behind the bar.
His eyes were kind, his shirt was clean, and he was very out of tune with the overall environment of the hotel. Wu Chan even suspected that this was a fake who had just killed the real boss.
"Give me a glass of water, room temperature is enough." Wu Chan sat down in front of the bar.
"What do you want to eat? I just killed a wild boar at noon." The young boss poured out a glass of water and pushed it in front of Wu Chan.
"I brought my own meat, roast it for me." Wu Chan cut off a deer hind leg with a knife and put it on the bar.
The boss didn't mind Wu Chan's barbaric behavior at all and said with a smile: "Do you have any special requirements for the taste?"
"Just put salt." Wu Chan said.
"Okay, no problem." The young boss took away the meat and walked to the kitchen.
But there was a big problem for Wu Chan. This boss was too civilized and polite, and he shouldn't appear in Wolfsburg.
Suddenly, Wu Chan vaguely felt a pair of sharp eyes staring at his back, like a pair of awls.
He turned his head slightly and discovered the source of his gaze.
It was a handsome and fair-skinned man with a pair of fox-like narrow eyes. It was obvious that he had deliberately hidden his aura just now so that Wu Chan did not notice his presence immediately when he entered the door.
Wu Chan's eyes stopped on the man's left earring.
A silver moon engraved with exquisite patterns.
A dangerous badge of identity.
He, the ghost slayer!