Capítulo 23: Chapter-23
After a moment of self-care, Alex walked over to the place while licking his chapped lips.
He saw a number of customised pickup trucks crammed with heavy weapons in the door compartment of the back of the door. It was clear that these vehicles belonged to the Michellien mercenary company because of the distinctive black skull logo that was painted on the front of each vehicle.
In addition to that, this is where the black motorcycles that I encountered while I was travelling docked. It would appear that the runaways are stocking the bar with various supplies as well.
"Hello, wait there."
Alex was prevented from entering the building by two burly Michellien security guards when he arrived at the door. The significance was unmistakable. Examine the body to determine whether or not he was in possession of any explosives.
After all, virtually every mercenary company pits its employees against one another in some capacity, and it is not uncommon for some exiles to be armed with explosives on occasion in order to launch a suicide attack against the other side.
After that, Alex requested that they check.
But we can breathe a sigh of relief because the security provided by these two guards is sufficient. While looking for Alex's backpack, he did not intentionally withhold any valuable items and instead left it somewhere out of the way.
In general, the rules and regulations that govern a mercenary company, such as this military-style management-style mercenary company, are very stringent. It will be attacked by mob groups that have been forced to live if it is too out of control to bully the exile.
After all, incidents like that have taken place before. A mercenary organisation that has recently come into existence relies on exploiting the resources of exiles located in the surrounding area.
These exiles were compelled to become mobs over the course of time, and regardless of this, they were made to exhaust all of their remaining life.
Therefore, during the course of one night, nearly tens of thousands of gangs outfitted with crude weapons congregated together and successfully annihilated this supposedly promising mercenary company.
Even if their organisation has a lot of weapons and members of the Mutant, they won't be able to put up much of a fight against the large mob group that is hellbent on killing them.
Since then, various mercenary companies have begun to set up their own management rules by learning from the experiences of one another and sharing what they have discovered with one another.
After an inspection by two security personnel, they did not locate any unusual items and decided to let Alex in. As for firearms like pistols, they were a common commodity during this time period just like money was, so access to them would not be restricted by this.
"Your wardrobe has some very nice items. Why don't you give some thought to the possibility of selling them to me? I will offer you a price that meets your expectations."
Alex's rare new sweater caught the attention of a security guard who asked him a question while smiling. The guard had a scary scar in the corner of his eye.
"This dress is mine to keep. If it's for you, then the only option for the night is for me to be frozen."
Alex was smiling as well. In point of fact, you stand to make more money if you are able to cut it off and then sell it.
Before, he attempted to take off his tentacle-knitted clothes, but as soon as he left the body, the clothes instantly melted into a pool of black liquid and quickly penetrated into his arms. He was unable to remove the tentacle-knitted garments.
It is estimated that you will be put to death right there on the spot if you engage in such an odd behaviour in front of them...
The door was then pushed open by Alex, and he entered the establishment.
As soon as Alex walked through the door, an odd picture materialised before his very eyes all of a sudden.
The entire hall is filled with deafening traditional music, and the colourful spotlights are spinning wildly on the ceiling!
The girl who was exposed on the dance floor wobbled around the men in the coquetting of men around, and danced seductively, and finally, the smell of stench and alcohol in the air was flowing into the lungs with each breath that was taken in.
The summer has turned into a chilly season as a direct result of the Doomsday-Virus, and as a result, a number of senses have been significantly improved. In this crazy environment, the natural equivalent of several times magnification for him is naturally equivalent to the environment's light pollution and sound pollution...
He has begun to feel remorse for having come in...
At this very moment, Alex had the sensation that something seemed to have penetrated into his ear. Using his fingers, he was able to identify the tiny black tentacles that had formed a thin black film in front of the eardrum; this film was very effective. Reduce or eliminate the majority of the noise pollution!
Alex reported that he was feeling much better this time; however, he still had some concerns. These black tentacles on his body appeared to have self-awareness; he could instantly know what he needs as a host, and he could quickly respond in accordance with that knowledge.
After all, this sudden ability was bestowed upon them by the virus known as the [Doomsday-Virus]. It is not a pleasant sound to make or to hear, and I am afraid that one day it will occupy and control the body of the host, causing it to transform into a walking dead like those who have already died.
However, he was unaware that the virus had not taken over his body and made him its host; rather, he had become the virus itself.
Alex had a firm grip on her backpack as she cautiously navigated her way through the crowded dance floor. Many dishonest individuals and people who care only about themselves can be found in environments like this.
After what seemed like an endless journey, I arrived at the somewhat more sanitary bar and took a seat there.
He noticed that there were a few bottles of wine stored on the shelf behind the bar; however, these wines were only offered in a few ounce servings, and the price was reasonable.
After all, in this age of everyone's insufficiency, those who have extra grain to make wine should drink one cup less, and land that has been rained on by the rain is no longer capable of growing new vegetation. The cost of the food that is used in the production of alcoholic beverages is also quite high.
"Hello, sir, I was wondering if there was anything you needed, and I wanted to recommend it to you..."
As soon as Alex took a seat, one of the bartenders approached him in an initiative to suggest a bottle of wine. It's possible that the fact that he was wearing a brand-new bright black sweater on his body revealed that he was also a certain person, which is why the opposing side paid attention to him.
Alex is hoping for something more compelling, but this is not it. It would appear that in order to prevent those tentacles from being easily captured in the future when you go to a crowded place, you will need to prepare them in advance by allowing them to become ragged beggars.
"No, just fill me this kettle."
Alex brought the empty two-liter kettle and the bag stuffed with low-grade spar to the attention of the bartender before bringing out the empty two-liter kettle.
The bartender was aware of the fact that the other patron was merely requesting water, and as a result, his expression at that moment was one of mild disdain. After all, the only way for him to earn a commission is if the wine is sold.
After casually opening the bag and turning its contents over, he deposited the money in the back room's cash box. He stated it without enthusiasm: "These are low-grade spars that are not particularly valuable, and the water we use here comes from the headquarters, which is located one hundred kilometres away. Due to the fact that the water had to be transported without any possibility of contamination, there was only enough money for half a pot."
One-half of a kettle...
In the heat of summer, one litre of water is not going to be enough to sustain the remaining destinations. Although this bag of spar is of low quality, purchasing even a single container of water is more than sufficient.
Alex was aware that he had been pitted, but it was common practise for individuals to sit on the ground in order to initiate the price. You either enjoy shopping or you don't.
After that, he hesitantly opened the ripped and yellowed magazine that had been stashed in his backpack and tossed it in the direction of the bartender. He stared at the other individual with wide eyes, and drool almost appeared on his face as he made a humorous expression.
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