The sun hung in the west, like a fireball that was about to go out, heating up the entire wasteland. Situ Yuxin squatted next to a scrapped military armored vehicle, holding an old wrench in her hand and removing the titanium alloy plate from the vehicle.
This place used to be some kind of military base, but now it's nothing, just a pile of rotten iron and a sky full of yellow sand. When the wind blew and the sand hit his face, it hurt. Situ Yuxin continued to work without blinking. His face was covered with gray, the military green overalls he wore were washed white, and the cuffs were frayed. The military leather boots on his feet were well maintained - these were hard currency in the wasteland.
With a "bang" sound, he pried off a titanium alloy plate and threw it into the trailer next to it. The trailer was a broken pickup truck that he modified. It burned with low-quality fuel that he refined himself. It ran like a tractor and made a loud noise that could wake the dead.
Situ Yuxin wiped the sweat from her face and glanced at the sky.
