C2 The Boy in the Rain

When Old White returned to Protective Area 64, he looked up at the dense black clouds in the sky. It had been at least thirty days since he had shaved. His curly golden hair was wet by the rain, and droplets of water were still dripping down his face. Under his tightly knitted brows, his deep eyes contained a rare sadness in the past.

The continuous rain in late autumn had caused him to lose his "harvests" for a long time. As a Free Hunter who had a hard time surviving, losing his harvests naturally meant that he would starve.

Walking in the drizzling rain, he wore an old and worn-out black leather windbreaker. This outfit looked like it had been worn for more than a hundred years. From the hole on his back, one could see his strong back muscles!

Old White walked tiredly in the town that was as shabby as his leather jacket, taking heavy steps. He carried a thick and old shotgun on his back. Although this shotgun did not look very good, it was a tool for him to maintain his livelihood. He was a hunter, a very old Free Hunter.

He walked very slowly because he was indeed tired.

Old White looked at the helpless woman and took out two coins from his pocket and handed them to the woman. "Go and buy some food for the child first. I don't need you to accompany me. Don't give up on yourself! Don't sell your soul and body. Believe me, I will be able to catch food tomorrow! Also, hurry up and find yourself a man!"

The woman cried as she took the money from White's hands. "Thank you, but in this town, which man is willing to support me and the child?"

White did not speak anymore and slowly walked towards his home.

He didn't even know the name of this woman because there were too many of these kinds of women in Protective Area 64. If it wasn't for the fact that this woman still had a disabled son, White would not be willing to pay attention to her.

The woman was crying behind him. To this woman, if she could marry a hunter like Old White, she might have a chance to live!

If she let the child starve for another two days, she would plan to sell her body. After all, she was still quite pretty and could attract the desire of men. If she really did that, his son wouldn't have starved to death! Also, other than selling her own body, what other way could she think of?

Old White was not God. This was all he could do.

A few thin and weak residents stood under the roof, trembling in the rain in their slovenly clothes. They leaned out and looked at the strong man who was walking in the drizzle with respect and sympathy in their eyes.

But they no longer extended their hands to White for money, because they knew that Old White had tried his best.

White was the strongest man in this town. In the past, every time he went out to hunt, he would always bring back fat prey for the residents of the town.

But in the recent few days, White always returned empty-handed.

The weak residents had long known the reason for this. The wild beasts at the outskirts of the protected area were quickly demonizing. It was already very difficult to find uncontaminated wild beasts.

Not only White, even a mercenary group with more than thirty soldiers stationed in the town was at a loss. They had better weapons, mercenaries with sufficient combat experience, communication devices that could be used to communicate with each other, and a powerful war chariot that had been modified by a truck!

But the prey they brought back was only enough for them to replenish themselves!

"Hey, White, come in and have a drink!" The soldier who spoke was the machine gunner in the team. Beside him was a Browning Machine Gun produced by the Browning Weapon Factory. His nickname was Violent Bear, Violent Bear. In such cold weather, he was only wearing a combat vest. There were four warriors from the Viper Squad sitting under the roof of a small pub and drinking. They had exchanged a fawn for two bottles of whiskey and they, who were talking loudly, also saw White slowly walking past the small pub.

When White heard Cook's shout, he stopped and thought for a moment. He still walked into the small pub because he needed to use the hot alcohol to warm his cold body.

White walked in front of Cook and gave him a small stool. The two of them seemed to be about the same size.

The humans nowadays no longer cared about race.

If there was any race left in the current human race, it would be the living person and the "living corpse"!

The owner of the tavern was a woman with extraordinary charm. She had a hot figure, her golden hair was tied behind her head, and there was an enchanting smile on her face. She looked at Old White and greeted him:" Hey, White, you haven't been here for a long time!"

Old White looked at the plumpness behind the lady boss's checkered shirt and could not help but let out a bitter smile, "I don't have money to drink anymore!"

The lady boss laughed, "As long as you can serve me well at night, I will give you wine for free! Look at your muscular body. If you don't use it, it will really be too much of a pity! Hehe?"

After the lady boss finished speaking, the few people in the bar started to jeer, and one of the men even whistled loudly.

"Miss Boss, let's come together tonight. I guarantee that I can serve you as if you are in heaven!"

"That's right, Lady Boss, we can all do it! We must be stronger than Old White!"

"My dear Lady Boss, I miss you so much. I can't sleep at night!"

"Haha, haha!" Everyone's reaction seemed to be very excited and excessive.

After hearing these words, the tavern's Lady Boss pointed at them and said, "If you don't want to die, come at night! But before you come, you must get its approval." With that, the boss put a silver automatic pistol on the bar counter, and everyone sat back down and kept their mouth shut.

Only Old White smiled and said, "Hehe, I can't take it anymore. I'm old!" After saying that, Old White sat down.

However, the lady boss still looked at Old White with a gaze that could spit out flames. There were three holes in her shirt, and her full breasts and black lace underwear could be clearly seen.

Cook smiled and poured half a glass of whiskey for White, "White, have you not had any gains recently?"

White smiled awkwardly at the other three soldiers, "There are very few wild beasts within 30 kilometers that are not contaminated by radiation. If we want a better harvest, we can only go further to hunt!"

Brian, who was beside Cook, opened his mouth and said, "To go further away means that it will be even more dangerous!"

White nodded, "But do you have a better way?"

Brian took a sip of the wine and his expression suddenly became disdainful. "We don't have a better way, but we are better than some people who are about to starve to death, right? At least we still have wine to drink!"

White's hand that was holding the wine glass trembled for a moment. He did not say anything. Instead, he drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp and stood up expressionlessly. "I'm going to see my daughter. You guys can drink slowly!"

Half a glass of whiskey made White feel a lot more energetic. Then he picked up the hunting rifle and greeted the lady boss before walking out of the tavern.

Cook said to Brian, "Just now, you shouldn't have mocked him!"

"Hmph, how many times has the boss invited him to join our "Vipers"? But he has always refused. Since he doesn't want to give us any face, we don't need to give him any face!"

Old White, who was mocked by Brian, did not walk far when he suddenly heard a curse coming from the alley. He turned his head and saw a young man curled up in a muddy puddle, allowing a thin man to kick his body forcefully.