Wasteland Express

The bar door was pushed open, bringing in a gust of wind carrying radioactive dust. Shi Yang knew who was coming without looking back - the smell of cheap perfume and gun smoke was unique in the entire Hongshi Town. "Hey, handsome guy, I heard you took a big order." A pair of hands with fluorescent nail polish put on Shi Yang's shoulders, accompanied by a hoarse voice that was deliberately lowered, "Do you need someone to warm the bed? The price is fair." Shi Yang turned around and looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a modified leather bra and with radiation-proof oil paint on her face: "Lucy, dear, I'm not in the mood today. There is a customer who paid double the price for 'Express Mail'." Lucy curled her lips. The fluorescent powder on her lips looked like two glowing bugs in the dim bar: "Are they those shady things again? One day you will be hanged at the gate of the town for transporting something you shouldn't transport."