Taking advantage of the free time today, Su Ziyu strolled around the entire Elk Gathering Place.

The scale of the Elk Gathering Place is much smaller than that of Polaris, with a total population of just over ten thousand. Chinese and Caucasians each make up 40 percent, with other races making up the remaining 20 percent. Perhaps because of the strict rules here, or because there are fewer Black people, in any case, the security environment at Elk Gathering Place is much better than it was back at Polaris.

On the way, Su Ziyu ran into the Black pastor he had met the other day. He was carrying a semi-automatic rifle and was taking two other young Black men to a weapon shop.

It is said that this pastor is the leader of the Black people in the camp, and he is an educated intellectual.

"Su." The Black pastor, named Martin, smiled and greeted Su Ziyu from afar.

"Hello, Father." Su Ziyu nodded in response.

Martin is not only a pastor but also a doctor. The fact that the Black people here are not excluded is largely due to his efforts, as this Black pastor is respected by many whites. If it weren't for him, many Blacks here might have been expelled. There are actually some Black settlements nearby, but many Blacks actually don't want to go there because the security is too chaotic.

Those settlements ruled by gangs are extremely dangerous.

The two of them exchanged brief pleasantries and went their separate ways. Su Ziyu took a large tour around Elk Gathering Place and found that the living standards here are much higher than they were during the time of Polaris.

Firstly, the demand for medicine has significantly decreased compared to before.

With the restoration of relatively clean water sources and food supplies, the chances of ordinary people being exposed to radiation pollution have greatly reduced. The demand for anti-radiation drugs has decreased to about one-third of what it was, and it's primarily the Scavengers who venture outside that need more pharmaceutical supplies. This saves a significant portion of expenses, and as some factories are rebuilt, some people can find jobs there without having to face those dangerous enemies, although the pay is slightly lower.

This not-so-large camp has a processing plant and a livestock farm.

But they are basically controlled by Caucasians, all of whom are affiliates of the Water Merchants Group. The camp's administrators are directly appointed by the Water Merchants Group.

Twelve years have passed.

The changes in the Wasteland World aren't very substantial, but it is indeed quite improved compared to before.

Su Ziyu circled back to the camp gate. He originally planned to sit in Max's bar for a while, but as soon as he reached the bar door, he heard urgent cries for help from outside.

"Help, please!"

"Does anyone have epinephrine injections? We need hemostatic drugs!"

"Is Doctor Martin here?"

"Get him over here quickly! My brother is going to die!"

Su Ziyu stopped in his tracks and turned towards the crowd. A first aid kit was being thrown down from the watchtower, and soon the figure of the Black pastor appeared, jogging over and asking, "What happened? How did Jin get so badly injured?"

Outside the camp was a small team.

There were Blacks and Caucasians, but no Chinese faces. Leading them was a bald White man, clutching his abdomen with traces of blood seeping through, his expression pained, "Mutants!"

"Damn!"

"Those freaks are coming our way! Their firepower is overwhelming! We had no chance in the encounter!"

The vehicles were riddled with bullet holes, seemingly evidence of a fierce firefight.

The guard officer listened intently to his story and then asked seriously, "You encountered mutants? Really?"

"Of course it's true. We lost eight people!" said the Black gunman angrily from the side.

Soon enough.

Some soldiers inside the camp hurried out, and about five minutes later, Su Ziyu saw a helicopter taking off, flying directly towards the location the men had mentioned.

"First, give them some treatment."

"Prepare for surgery," said Father Martin as he helped a wounded man.

A sense of unease permeated the camp.

A few minutes later.

When Su Ziyu entered the bar, he saw Max standing at the counter, loading bullets into his modified handgun, with a submachine gun, a heavy machine gun, and a sniper rifle by his side.

"Are you getting ready to take on the mutants?" Su Ziyu sat down curiously.

Not far from Max was a big man named Bieber, carefully maintaining a heavy machine gun, and even the bunny girl was cleaning her firearms.

"Those Scavengers are no match for the mutants."

"They are a bunch of butcher killers! Although not very bright, their combat power is exceptionally strong!" Max turned around, placed the pistol in his palm down, and casually poured Su Ziyu a drink, "Wildfire. My treat."

"There aren't many guards at the Elk Gathering Place."

"They are all people from the Water Merchants Group. Although their equipment is decent, they are just for show and may not hold off those mutants."

After saying that, Max whistled and said to the person beside him, "Bieber."

"Bring out our old friend."

Bieber gestured an OK sign, and soon a deep rumbling sound came from the back of the bar.

"Those idiots fled straight back to the camp." Max looked up at Su Ziyu before him and said, "I know those mutants very well. They will definitely follow."

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