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The tavern is inconspicuous, sandwiched between a bunch of buildings that are disorganized and unplanned.

Most of the neon sign at the door was broken, flickering due to unstable voltage.

But the business in the pub was very good, and even from a long distance away, one could hear the noise coming from inside.

Song You first wiped his face, and his stiff facial muscles relaxed.

Then he opened the door of the tavern.

The curtains in the tavern were drawn, the light was very dim, and the air was filled with the stench of sweat and alcohol. The tavern was packed with all kinds of ferocious and violent superpowers.

They had all sorts of weird hairstyles, and their exposed arms and chests were covered with bullet wounds and claw marks from mutant creatures.

These people should be the ones who have been relieved of their duties. We should not waste time while we still have it.

From time to time, they pulled the scantily clad maids in the tavern into their arms, laughing rudely.

The tables of these drinkers were filled with empty wine bottles, and the dark circles under their eyes were very obvious.

He had obviously been drinking all night long.

There was even someone in the corner holding a glass syringe and injecting something into his arm.

Song You walked to the bar, passing through the people who were drunk and had red faces.

"Give me a glass of the best liquor."

The bartender looked at Song You hesitantly. White Ghost was the best wine in their tavern, and it came from the Shelter Brewery.

It's not the inferior wine brewed by other retail investors using crude methods.

Song You saw the hidden meaning in his eyes, took out the crystal source core from his arms, and placed it on the counter.

The bartender hurriedly put the crystal source core into the cash register at the counter.

These crystal source cores are enough for some people in the entire tavern to drink for a whole day.

These customers have complex identities. Some are locals and are relatively well-behaved.

Those psychics from Shelter No. 36 treated Shelter No. as a colony.

If they are tempted by money, no one will help them.

Especially people like Song You who come in as a third party for supplies.

The bartender carefully used the key hanging around his neck to open the wine cabinet behind him. He took out a bottle of old-packaged white wine, unscrewed the lid, and poured a small glass for Song You.

Song You took the wine glass in his hand, took a few pieces of crushed ice from the ice bucket on the side, put them into the wine glass, and shook it gently.

Crushed ice hit the sides of the glass.

It reflects bright light under the dim light.

Song You took a sip, and a hot line extended directly from his mouth to his stomach. He shivered and his whole body became warm.

He raised the glass and poured the entire glass of wine down his throat.

Although the environment of Shelter No. 36 has changed drastically, the winemaking skills remain as classic as ever.

No wonder all the shelters like to trade alcohol with Shelter No. 36.

Should I say it or not, it still tastes the same as before.

overbearing!

The bartender was a little surprised when he saw Song You drink the whole glass of Baigui in one gulp.

This kind of wine is very strong. Even people with a good alcohol tolerance have to take small sips, otherwise they will get drunk very easily.

Just now.

Someone behind Song You asked in a low voice.

"Sir. Do you want to see Mr. Rock?"

The person behind first confirmed Song You's purpose.

"Yes."

Song You put down his wine glass and turned to take a look.

He is a young man, but he is not a supernatural being. He has a gentle temperament and looks more like a researcher.

"It's rare. You are not a person with special abilities." Song You asked.

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah, it's almost becoming a rare species. I guess... soon."

His helplessness was clearly evident.

Song You probably knew that this person must have a close connection with the second awakening potion, which was why he had delayed it until now.

"Have a drink?" Song You planned to treat him to a drink.

However, Song You had just finished speaking.

A burly man sitting not far away suddenly stood up, staggered towards Song You, staggered, and collapsed on the bar, with one hand on Song You's shoulder.

"Hey, rich guy, you're very rich, please buy all of us brothers a drink."

A strong smell of alcohol mixed with sweat hit him in the face. Song You looked at the dirty marks on his shoulder left by his scratches, and then glanced at his damp chest hair.

Grabbing his neck, Song You took out a handful of primary crystal source cores from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

Until his mouth was stretched to its limit and saliva mixed with blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth, they still kept stuffing more stuff in, as if they wanted to burst his mouth.

This burly man was just a small fry sent by the staff of Shelter No. 8 to test him.

There is no concept of law in any shelter, but in order not to disrupt order, fights are strictly prohibited in the shelter.

In Shelter No. 36, the only one who can fight without being punished is hiding in the ruined city.

But Song You didn't care. If he showed a little weakness, they would treat him as a fat sheep and a soft persimmon, forcibly take him to other places, take away all his money, and leave him with only a naked corpse.

Song You is not a coward.

Those who can cross the wilderness are ordinary people.

Those who can dare to join the occupation after seeing a terrifying figure like Bi Ye are extraordinary people.

It’s just that under Shen Bei’s halo, no matter how Song You behaved before, he was not as ruthless and vicious as Shen Bei.

Once you're alone.

The wind comes from the clouds and the rain becomes dragons.

Song You's unscrupulous torture of the henchman who came to test him made the people behind him realize that he was a tough guy who was not easy to mess with.

"This gentleman, I am not good at disciplining my men, but he is a member of the Spider Queen after all."

A thin man finally stood up and looked at Song You.

Song You knew that the time had come and any further display of strength would only anger the people in Shelter No. 8.

He wiped his bloody hands with a handkerchief, lifted the burly man's collar with one arm, and threw it in front of the leader.

"Those crystal cores in his mouth can be considered as my medical expenses."

Song You said this expressionlessly, stood up, and motioned the young researcher to take him to see Rock.

In the private room on the upper floor of the tavern, the young researcher walked cautiously in front of the stairs, and Song You followed behind him.

Song You knew that the person behind him was staring at him.

But as long as I get in touch with Rock, I don’t have to worry about the follow-up matters.

When they reached the second floor, the young man walking in front pushed open a wooden door and motioned Song You to go in.

A man with short black hair sat in the rocking chair. His skin was lighter than that of an average person. He wore a crisply ironed white shirt and a linen suit.

He had an impression of the person in front of him. It was this person who issued the joint mission during the cold winter in the north.

His name is Rock.

Song You glanced over and saw a slightly chubby man sitting on the other side.

Judging from his attire, he seemed to be of high social status.

This should be what Shen Bei called Niu 6, right?

The curtains in the room were drawn, and the sunlight shone in from outside, making it very bright and spacious.

On a small square table nearby, there was a vase filled with freshly picked flowers that looked gorgeous.

"sit."

Rock had a book spread out on his knees, flipping through it casually. He waved his hand with a smile on his face.