Diamond City was finally reached after a bumpy ride.
The soldiers jumped down from the three vehicles one after another.
The Captain went to verify their identities, and they were quickly cleared, since they were regular visitors who came on a fixed schedule.
They entered through a small gate. The main gate remained tightly shut, showing that security in the Wasteland had been poor lately.
Yang Weite followed through the small gate sluggishly. A wave of clamor hit him head-on, something that could never be heard at Sanctuary Manor.
"Come eat some noodles! Beef noodles, fried noodles, we've got it all!"
"Cola, cola, Nuka-Cola! One bottle for mutation, two bottles for godhood!"
"Trade for a gun! The Institute's latest product! Unlimited ammo is no longer a dream!"
"Handsome, want a new hairstyle? The latest Wasteland Afro! Guaranteed that when your opponent tries to headshot you, there's a two-thirds chance they'll hit your hair instead!"
Yang Weite grew a little excited as he listened. It reminded him of going to the market back in the world of Civilization.
Though it had never been this lively.
And whenever he went to the market, he could only hurriedly buy the necessities before rushing home to paste matchboxes. He could not waste even an hour.
Otherwise, he would go hungry, fail to pay the rent, and get thrown out of his home.
He touched the pouch in his arms. There were six hundred Bottle Caps inside, definitely no small sum. It was enough for him to eat, drink, and have fun here for a whole week.
A bowl of noodles only cost six Bottle Caps.
But he would not do that. He had come to find a wife.
Time passed quickly.
Half a day later, he found a woman willing to live with him.