Chapter 37

After watching the men and the soldiers leave, they finally got a temporary stop at Remutt.

One more week and they could even apply for a formal residence permit.

And to Zero's delight, Leah had a ninety percent chance of not contracting the virus.

After all, he was stained with Hans' blood. Other than feeling dizzy for two days, he did not feel any other discomfort.

As for the reason why half of Liana's face turned dark red, it was more or less due to Hans, but she didn't get infected with any viruses.

There is no better news than this, which means they can swagger to and fro from other companies or bases.

But Zero insisted that Lia do a thorough and thorough check to eliminate the last zero percent of uncertainty.

To this end, after Leah had settled in, Zero left the station and headed towards the Remutt interior.

With what was left in his pocket, he headed for the business district of Remutt.

Zero hoped to find a clinic or a small hospital there, and he hoped that the money would be enough for a thorough examination.

At the same time, he also wanted to take on some quests so that he could earn some money in case of emergencies.

They wouldn't stay in Remutt forever, and besides Leah, they'd be looking for their past somewhere else.

Thus, purchasing items and transportation fees were mandatory, and these items needed to be paid for.

Currently, Zero did not have much money on him.

Following the signs, they arrived at the business district of Remutt.

It's called a business district, but it's more like a market at zero.

Everything was available for sale here, such as food apparel and daily necessities. Some stores even sold mutated beasts.

There were also two weapon stores in the business district.

It was a pity that he didn't have enough money on him to buy those powerful new generation weapons. As for the others, their might couldn't even compare to the 500 Revolver at Zero's waist.

Zero had intended to order some fifty warheads, but given Leah's expense, he had to put the idea out of his mind for the time being.

In the business district, they found a private clinic.

The doctor's name was John Brooke, and he was both the doctor and the boss of the clinic.

John had three nurses with him, and their faces and bodies were all right.

The three nurses served as John's servants, as well as his servants, for John's amusement when he needed it.

Even, if there were patients or others who paid John a fee, the nurse could provide the guest with a pleasurable service.

Since it was a private clinic, he was not bound by Remnant Dream's rules.

As long as the rent and associated costs are paid, the clinic provides services in addition to regular medical services.

These include, among other things, viral infections.

Zero had made an appointment with the clinic's doctor, John, and paid a $20 appointment.

With John's autograph in hand, Zero left the clinic and headed for the Trade Union Hall in the administrative district.

Remutt's executive body was composed of a trade union, with a chairman and vice-chairmen, and ten other trade union representatives.

These ten trade union representatives came from the residents, officers, merchants, and other levels, and also represented the voices of all classes.

It can be concluded that Mr Remutt's administration is a more democratic style, which is the cornerstone of its healthy development.

In addition to the daily news, there was also a task bar in the administrative district's trade union hall for the trade union to issue bounty missions.

That was also the goal of zero, which he had calculated to be close to a deficit after paying Leah's inspection fee.

He had no choice but to look for some tasks to take over. Otherwise, the two of them would have to start drinking tomorrow.

Two blocks later, Zero arrived in the administrative district.

This area was much quieter than the commercial district. Moreover, there were fewer people coming and going in this area.

The Trade Union Hall was a separate office building on the west side of the district.

The exterior of the building was very simple, there were no extra decorations, only a stone sculpture erected on the top of the building.

The stone sculpture is used as a balance, implying that Remutt's orientation will be free and fair.

However, in this era where the strong preyed on the weak, how fair was that?

Therefore, Zero only took a glance but did not take it to heart.

Other than Remnant's office staff, the only people who entered the hall were the mercenaries and hunters.

For these two types of people, the ruins of a city outside Remutt are a haven for adventure.

And there are too many ruins to scout, even sweep, for Mr Remt's recent expansion plans.

As a result, in recent years, the tasks assigned by the association had not been reduced in any way, and it had attracted many mercenary hunters from the surrounding regions.

Walking towards the entrance of the union hall, Zero saw a figure rushing out of the revolving door at the same time.

Before he could even get close, the strong smell of alcohol already seeped into his nose.

Countless numbers of data were immediately summed up and analyzed by the zero brain, and a conclusion was reached in the snap of a finger.

The guy in front of him had drunk at least two bottles of high purity whiskey.

There was no doubt that he was looking at an alcoholic.

As for this drunk, he headed straight for Zero Hit.

Zero stepped back and dodged.

With his second rank Agility, it was not difficult for him to avoid the onslaught of the drunk.

However, for some reason, this drunk passed him in a flash.

Somewhat surprised, he turned to the drunk.

The drinker was an old man in his sixties, wearing an old black suit and a tall felt hat.

If he had another crutch, he would no doubt have been an English gentleman in the sixties and seventies.

Beneath the brim of the hat was a pair of bleary-eyed eyes, the nose of a red wine nose, and under the nose a gray, tangled beard.

The old man burped, and the pungent smell of alcohol instantly sprayed all over his face.

Zero frowned. There was nothing out of the ordinary about this old man.

However, his intuition told him that the more likely someone was to act like a pig to eat the tiger, the more likely they would act like a tiger.

In the wilderness, there was no shortage of mutated creatures that were disguised as harmless humans and animals, but were actually extremely ferocious.

"Good gun, young man."

The old man's eyes fell on the pair of revolvers at Zero's waist. He narrowed his eyes and said, "There are very few people who know how to use the M500. Why don't you sell them to me? I'll buy them for 500 yuan."

Five hundred yuan was not a small amount, so he could use this money to buy more powerful firearms.

However, he shook his head and said, "I'm not selling my gun!"

The succinct reply and the firm rejection caused the old man to be stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled and said, "Interesting guy, you won't earn money either."

"Hey, I'm starting to like you a little."

Zero didn't like him at all, so he turned and left.

The old man smiled as he walked through the revolving door. However, his gaze was still focused on the murder weapon. "It's been so difficult to meet such a good person, but I met someone who doesn't love money. What a pity!"

Shaking his head and sighing, the old man fished out a bottle of simple wine from his pocket, popped the wine lid, and drank two mouthfuls before he disappeared into the crowd with a crooked gait.