Junk Town of the Wasteland - 8

There were numerous Junk Towns in the Wasteland.

Among them, Max’s party’s target, Oil Sink, was a place that was somewhere in the middle in terms of size and military strength.

“Oppa. How are we going to get inside?”

“Hmm, a lot of things come to mind, but I’m debating. Honestly, clearing everything from the entrance isn’t a wrong approach either. Still, just in case, I want to check the internal structure and see if there are any forces other than the Valve Family.”

Flora nodded in the direction Max was following.

“And there’s also the possibility that Salazar might be absent. If we push through the entrance while he’s not around, he might hear the news and run away.”

“It’s exactly as Flora said. You’re smart, as expected.”

Max offered a sincere compliment and carefully observed Junk Town.

Unlike the wide-open Nomad Village, it was surrounded by walls made of rusted iron plates, primarily obscuring the view within.

And the water tanks, generators, complex piping, and neon-lit signs visible through the entrance proved that they had built their own little society inside...