I am the former civilized hero.

The headless corpse dyed a large area of ​​snow red, but not long after, the snow covered him again. Ryan was too lazy to look at it and just summarized the news briefly.

Unlike North Britain, the withdrawal of the Fire Moths did not bring destruction, but the power vacuum created another order, an order called survival by any means necessary.

The social structure did not collapse, but was rapidly replaced, and many people are even unwilling to return to the previous society.

There are no laws here. Murder, rape, sex trade, anything is allowed. As long as you are stronger than others, you can plunder the weak unlimitedly.

"It's quite free and easy. Staying here as a king is better than going to Lundum to beg for food. Except that it's too cold, it really looks a bit like Dusk Street. So, where is Dusk Street anyway?"

Ryan exhaled a breath and remembered something that had been bothering him for a long time. He had looked for Dusk Street a long time ago, but couldn't find it on the map. When he saw these people, he understood a little.

Except, it wasn’t called Dusk Street before.

Chapter 160 Snow Prison Town

Ryan stopped his snowmobile and changed into a cotton coat. His previous outfit was too conspicuous, so he changed into a bandit's clothes.

Because the air was sucked out of the body in a suffocating manner, there were no blood stains on the clothes, only some dirt.

He was wearing a pure white cotton coat with a tactical vest from somewhere on the outside, several magazines on his chest, and a standard rifle on his back.

He was wearing a half mask on his face, with only his mouth and nose exposed. This was not a small toy at the rally, but a high-tech product.

Distorting light, creating visual illusions, changing hair color, eye color, and even facial details, making him look like a skinny hunter.

Arrived.

There was a messy town in front of me, with beautiful small buildings, holiday villas, and large areas of crudely built wooden houses or straw huts. An irregular circle was formed around it using containers.

It looked like a city wall, with two or three containers stacked together, four or five meters high. There were rough welding marks on the joints, and they were filled with steel and stones. The chimneys in the town spewed out black flames, which slowly floated up and connected with the dark sky.

There are still some people working in the mines, and some modified trucks bring all kinds of supplies, from food to scrap machinery, and even furniture and logs.

There is a communication station in the center, with several "pot lid"-like radars slowly turning, and an infantry fighting vehicle parked at the door.

It’s really… punk enough.

Ryan saw that this place was both retro and modern, with both steam and cyber, and he felt like he was not on Earth. This is also the advantage of humans, as they can always adapt to the environment in a short period of time, just as tenacious as cockroaches.

After observing for a while, he rode his snowmobile closer to the gate and found that this thing was quite punk. It was a tank chassis suspended by iron chains, which could block the gate if there was a threat.

On both sides were armed men carrying rocket launchers and heavy machine guns, dressed quite casually. There was also an iron plate welded to the door, carved with a skull and a string of letters.

Snow Prison Town!

Wasn't this place called 'Omri' before? It's okay that they even changed the name.

Ryan wanted to complain, but someone in front of him had blocked his way. He was wearing fur and goggles and holding a heavy shotgun.

"Where did it come from?"

"West side."

"Why did you come?"

"Get some information."

"This is not your motorcycle." The man looked at him coldly, and the heavy machine guns on both sides immediately turned their muzzles around.

"I said I stole it. They wanted to rob me, and then I killed them. So naturally the things are mine. That's the rule on the snowfield." Ryan answered calmly. He admitted that these people had a hard life, so he didn't want to kill anyone.

The man looked at Ryan, who looked like a sculpture in the snow. Since this man could explain the rules of the snowfield, he was not one of those idiots with an overflowing sense of justice from the outside world.

"It seems that Obuin has hit a wall. Half of the ammunition. If you can add a few more cans, I can say more."

Ryan threw the things in the back seat without hesitation, and then waited quietly.

"You are very generous." The man accepted it with satisfaction, cleared his throat and said, "If you want a woman, go to the West District. It depends on your luck to find a good one. If you want someone to go to the pub, spend more on supplies and maybe you can find your relatives and friends. If you want to go to Gothenburg, go to the office. That house has a radar, but it is very expensive and you may not get residency."

This man was obviously a local tyrant, and he knew much more than Obuin. Ryan was very satisfied and threw two more cans over: "What if you want to find out about Honkai Beast?"

The man's expression changed, and he looked at the man again. After a long while, he asked, "Are you a pilgrim? Or an avenger?"

"Neither, but I need to find Honkai Beast for something."

The man was not in awe, but he looked like he was looking at a dead person. Ever since the Fire Moths retreated, this area had been in chaos. Not only did some people want to get out, but some also wanted to get in.

"Fire Tavern, looking for copper rust."

"Thanks." Ryan rode his motorcycle directly into Snow Prison Town. The people here were looting supplies everywhere, which was better than him wandering around in the snow.

After Ryan left, the man hooked his finger and called a minion.

"Tell the boss that there are people from outside. Let him decide whether to keep an eye on them or not."

"Yes."

The man nodded with satisfaction, looked at the snowmobile going away, threw the can in his hand and caught it again, thinking that he could sleep with another woman tonight.

Oh, for a serious criminal like me, the best outcome of running to the protected area is to be cannon fodder and be killed in large numbers by those terrible monsters.

That's hell.

This is heaven.

Ryan entered the town and looked at both sides with interest. This place gave people a sense of brutal technology and a distinct sense of separation.

He looked at the people passing by. Some were numb like zombies, some were excited, some looked pious, and some were full of hope.

He even saw a church with a strange sculpture on the roof. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a statue of the Emperor of Honkai Impact 3rd.

"It seems that not everyone likes the Fire Moth and the order of the original world."

Ryan shook his head, and then discovered that the most intuitive feeling about this town was that the entertainment industry was extremely developed.

Women can be seen everywhere in the roadside windows, winking at every man who passes by. The prices are very cheap, just one or two cans, and the business is very good. It's just nightfall and only the rotten melons and dates are left in the windows.

Alcohol was also very valuable. In the alleys, you could see drunkards frozen stiff, with some people crawling on them like rats, and even their underwear had been taken away.

Ryan ignored it. He was just a passerby, a passerby who fully respected the fate of others.

The Flame Bar was easy to find because this group of people had actually built a fire in the open space in front of the bar. Some homeless people who couldn't stand the cold were warming themselves around the fire, and occasionally a few plates of leftovers were thrown out of the bar.

The crowd immediately began to riot, crowding together frantically to grab food, and then vulgar laughter was heard in the bar. Ryan saw it and remained silent.

It feels even worse than the occupied area. At least the survivors will help each other and divide the work to survive.

I don’t know if Alicia would be sad when she saw this scene.

At this moment, he heard another gunshot, and the people who were crowded together scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only a licked clean iron plate.

Ryan looked at the shrinking crowd around him, sighed, and walked straight to the bar. Two burly men were standing at the door with revolvers on their waists.

"The admission fee is five rounds of ammunition, either pistol or rifle."

Ryan grabbed a handful of them from his bag, more than five: "I'm looking for copper rust."

"He has a fixed seat on the right side of the bar."

Ryan nodded and pushed the door open. He immediately felt the heat wave coming towards him and the intense heavy metal music entering his ears.

There were a lot of people in the bar, various lights were flickering, and men and women were swinging their bodies wildly on the central dance floor. At first glance, it looked similar to a nightclub, but upon closer inspection, there were essential differences.

Most people were carrying guns, and all kinds of illegal activities were happening everywhere. Some people were openly sniffing flour, and some were moving their bodies against the walls in the dark. In short, it was a scene of chaos.

Ryan had frequented places like this before when he was a killer. There was nothing surprising except that he was more unscrupulous. He simply walked across the dance floor, glancing at the women who were wearing vests or nothing at all and pounced on them.

But they couldn't touch Ryan, as the invisible air had pushed him aside. In this way, Ryan quickly came to the bar and saw a round table on the left, with a man sitting on one side.

He was very strong, with sunglasses on his pancake-like face, and his golden hair was braided into a Viking-like braid. He had his hands on the sofa, tilting his head back comfortably, and when Ryan came closer, he opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction.

"Is something wrong?"

"I want to get some information." Ryan had a blank expression on his face, and he could see an trying head under the table.

Tongxiu did not answer, but opened his mouth and took a deep breath, holding the woman's head with his hands. After several seconds, he finally relaxed his whole body.

A blonde woman stood up. She looked to be about twenty years old. She took the can, smiled charmingly, and looked at Ryan again.

"Special service, would you like to try it?"

"No thanks." Ryan still had no expression on his face. Seeing the woman's regretful expression, he twisted his hips and walked away.

"You should try it. This woman used to be a master of linguistics in Gothenburg. Damn, no wonder she is so good at using her mouth. Haha, before the collapse, she wouldn't even look at me." Tongxiu lit a cigarette and took a puff of it comfortably: "Now one can can satisfy you once, and two cans can satisfy you for a whole night."

"She's not going to the reserve?"

"Do you think you can go there whenever you want? Except for the lucky locals, you have to have special skills to get residency. People like her won't be able to find a job there, and the jobs they do won't make any difference."

Ryan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't smoke, and asked, "It sounds like you are very grateful for the collapse?"

"Hahaha, of course I'm grateful. If I didn't have a disgusting background and laws, I wouldn't have to bow and scrape to a stinky supervisor. Or when I was running for my life, I would have seized the opportunity to chop off that stinky woman's head." Tongxiu exhaled a stream of white smoke, slowly pulled up his pants, and glanced at the masked man.

"Here, if you have big fists and a quick mind, you can become a superior person, and you don't have to look at your parents or bloodline. In addition, the Fire Moth is too strict. If you commit a crime while escaping, you will be investigated. Who would have nothing better to do than to suffer like this?"

Ryan understood a little bit. If there is evidence, Fire Moth will prosecute. Even if you stole a car, you will be sentenced.

On the one hand, this upholds the law, and on the other hand, it can provide manpower. Many dangerous areas are cleaned up by prisoners, so it would be better for them to stay in abandoned areas.

“It’s true that it’s freer outside, but it’s also more dangerous here.”

"It's the same for those monsters. I've looked up the information and found that big cities are the most dangerous. The British people were almost wiped out. When the N1 bomb dropped, it won't cause any harm just because you are human." Tongxiu snorted a few times and stomped out the cigarette butt, looking as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Everyone will die, and maybe we will die later. Isn't it more important to do something happy before we die?"

Ryan had no way to refute this twisted logic. He looked at the crazy dance floor, listened to the messy sounds, and gradually understood the core of the thought here.

If there is no future, then there is no future.

He immediately changed his mind and put the bag on the table. It was so heavy that Tongxiu's eyes lit up.

"Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Ryan pointed at the crazy man and said calmly, "Everything."

Chapter 161: The World's Sewer?

Ryan's interest as a researcher was aroused, so he changed his mind temporarily and did not ask directly about the Honkai beast.

Sociology is also a field of scientific research, and maybe there will be some gains. Of course, this would expose the fact that he is from an outsider.

But I don't care.

Tongxiu smiled, obviously guessing Ryan's identity, but he charged more enthusiastically and explained many rules of the abandoned area.