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In Hope Town, guarding the gate was an easy job.
Although only a door separated it from the wasteland, and two more steps forward meant stepping into a hell where no one cared if one lived or died, it was not the wasteland itself. That meant one could collect a decent wage without taking too much risk.
And the work was respectable enough.
No matter whether a person was doing honest trade or shady business, once they came near a settlement, they would more or less restrain themselves.
Even marauders needed such a safe place where they could trade their stolen goods for other things they needed.
Otherwise, the loot they seized was worthless trash, left for scavengers to pick up or taken as trophies by other wastelanders.
Especially now, when most wastelanders in this region had already armed themselves with automatic rifles made in the River Valley Province.
Trying to survive with a handmade iron-pipe rifle had become almost impossible. They...
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