Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 1002 A device that can break through the shield
Inside the Ark, West Fifth, Electrical Street "Liverpool".

Although this street is named "Electric Appliance Street", anyone who is familiar with it knows that it is actually an "underground black market" with an extremely deep background.There are many shops that look small, old and messy, and there are many "goods" that are legally prohibited from being bought and sold in the deep part of the warehouse. Some of these things come from the standard equipment of the army, and some come from the relics of the Alpha civilization. .

Generally speaking, Ark's underground black markets are built in those areas with relatively low serial numbers. The West Fifth District is already considered a quite prosperous "quasi-rich area", and the security level is higher than those blocks with two-digit serial numbers. Well, I don’t know how much... And as the opposite of the order of the Ark, a "grey area" like the black market should not appear in such a place.

But "Liverpool Electric Street" just broke this common sense - between the rows of towering buildings, this "dilapidated small street" that exists in the cracks of the bustling business district seems to be out of place with everything around, as if it is an old building. It is the same as those "villages in the city" that have not had time to be demolished due to various reasons on the earth of the era.

"Why did we come here?" Soap muttered in a low voice, "If you want weapons, you should go to 'Atlanta' in the West Tenth District. There are more sources of goods and a richer variety."

The "Atlanta" mentioned by Soapmouth is also an underground black market, located in a tower-shaped building in the West Tenth District. "Atlanta Flea Market" is its official name on the surface, but in private, mercenaries and relic hunters are Like to call it "Am-Nation".

The part of "Atlanta" above the ground is a well-regulated second-hand trade market, but after the third basement level, it instantly becomes an arms market full of gun oil and gunpowder. The military regulations, or the heavy weapons whose power standard exceeds the limit of the ark, can be found here.For people with these special occupations, this place is equivalent to the "Hailan House" in the equipment industry - even many new models of firearms that have not yet been officially released or installed in the army will flow here through some inexplicable channels. Sneak "listed".

On the other hand, "Liverpool Electric Street" rarely sees arms transactions—after all, it is in West Fifth District, and arms transactions are still too sensitive and easily resisted by local residents... People who can live in West Fifth District are more or less There are some background strengths, and there are some people who are not easy to offend.Therefore, most of the goods traded in "Liverpool Electric Street", even if they are illegal items, are not dangerous.

It's just that it refers to the danger in the "narrow sense".

The clown found a small shop without a signboard with ease, picked up the garbage piled up at the door, and walked straight into the depths.

Soap turned his head and looked at the high-rise buildings not far away. Those pale roots had already entangled these expensive buildings. The roots, which were not much thicker than a hair, had now grown to be thicker than Soap's thigh. It's thick, the thickest taproots have a diameter of more than one meter, passing through the interior of the building like a knotted python.

"Fortunately, at least there are no such ghosts on this street." Soap muttered, and walked in behind the clown.

Noir and Ulrich stayed outside to keep watch, while the clown and Soap passed through the storefront and walked all the way to the warehouse door in the back street.

"What exactly are you looking for?" Soap couldn't help asking again.

"A communication device." The clown replied.

"Communication device? Isn't the communication device useless here?"

"A set of communication devices produced by the Alpha civilization, which can break through the signal shielding field of the Ark." The clown explained, "This set of 'relics' once sold for a high price of 600 million credits, but after the auction ended The accidental disappearance... The accidental disappearance is actually just a cover, a play played by the seller in cooperation with the seller and the auction house in order to ensure the safety of the items."

"Then this thing ended up here?" Soap looked back at the dilapidated storefront, "600 million... all the things in this store, including the storefront and land, I'm afraid even a fraction of this number is worthless." There's none."

"In those few piles of things you think are garbage, there are many treasures buried, just one piece, enough for ordinary people to live comfortably for a lifetime." The clown said casually.

"Really?" Soap glanced greedily at the piles of rubbish in the clown's mouth, swallowed, and forcibly suppressed the desire to go back and look for them—in fact, he knew very well in his heart that Under the premise of the collapse of civilized society, no matter how valuable something is, if it is of no use to oneself, it is just a piece of garbage.

There is a saying in the investment field called "gold in prosperous times, antiques and troubled times". It is only in the peaceful and prosperous times that art collections such as antiques have a higher appreciation space, but in the era of wars, hard currencies such as gold are the most valuable things. ... As for the present, it is no longer possible to describe it as a chaotic world, and it is more or less the "end of the world".

Gold is not only currency, but also a precious industrial material. However, without processing methods, gold in the last days is not as useful as food, weapons, and medicines: it can neither be eaten nor used to treat injuries and diseases. It's not even good for weapons—gold is so flexible that the blades made of it can't even pierce slightly higher denier nylon.

"Found it." The clown rummaged through the warehouse for a while, and then pushed out a piece of equipment covered by an oilcloth from a corner.

Soap stepped forward, lifted the tarpaulin, and a machine similar to a precision lathe appeared in front of him.

"What is this? Is it used to process equipment?" Soap looked confused, "Are you planning to make a communication device yourself?"

"No, this is the communication device I was talking about." The clown said, "Its power is enough to penetrate the shielding field of the ark and send messages to people outside."

"Are you going to tell the people in Fortress Mukakh what's going on here?" Soap suddenly asked.

"Time is running out. In twelve hours at most, the root system of that thing will penetrate the bottom of the ark and pierce into the land of Star Alpha. By then, it will be too late." The clown said, "I've already counted Zeus will do it, but what I didn't expect was that his plan would be carried out so smoothly and so quickly... the other members of the Undead Crew, they have corrupted far more than I estimated."

"What the hell is the degree of erosion? You mentioned this word more than once..." Soap asked, "Does it refer to the degree to which a certain person's brain is brainwashed by that god? Can I understand it that way?"

"Almost." The clown glanced at Soap, and said a very rare joke, "You don't look very smart, but you are quite savvy at this time."

"..."

Soap was at a loss for words, stared for a while, and then asked: "By the way, if we spread the news, is the task considered complete? You should also find a way to oil the soles of your feet and slip away, right?"

"You can choose to leave, but I still have to go to the core area." The clown said, "I must do everything possible to buy time for the other person..."

Seeing the clown busy around the communication equipment, Soap gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, fuck it, we can't leave the ark alive without you...or think more clearly, even if we can Flee to the wilderness, if you fail, we will still have a few days to live... Anyway, we are all dead, so it is better to fight for the last time! Even if we die, at least we can leave a name in history."

"Don't you care about the name behind you?" The clown asked.

"It's all death, so I'd rather be called a hero than be a deserter ridiculed by others, especially if this deserter didn't escape to where alive... Fuck Zeus, fucking monster, fucking God of shit, I really want to stuff the barrel of a gun down their throats!" Soap said bitterly.

"I have to tell you first, even if you die, there is a high probability that no one will remember you. If you want to be a hero, you will only be an unknown hero." The clown lifted a cover on the side of the communication device, revealing a To place the groove for the energy crystal.

"It's better not to pour cold water on me. Tell me what you want me to do while I'm on the top of my head... If I calm down, maybe I will change my mind." Soap said.

"Go and pry all the safes in the surrounding stores." The clown said.

"What?" Soap rubbed his ears, he almost thought he heard it wrong, "You... are you going to rob the small coffers of these shops?"

"The shops here don't use bearer credit point storage cards as currency at all. They either use barter, or use equivalent precious metals or energy crystals as hard currency. Among them, energy crystals are the best valued, so There are usually some high-quality energy crystals hidden in the safes of these shops. I need you to collect all these crystals, the more the quantity, the better, and the higher the quality, the better."

"Okay...wait a minute, this thing is powered by crystals? Then when we send out messages, won't that Zeus detect us?" The clown said with a frown.

"Yes, and because the signal strength is very strong, almost the entire ark can find our position... It's like lighting a torch in the dark night." The clown said truthfully, "and, break through the shielding field, send The information process needs to last for ten to 15 minutes, and during this time, it cannot be interrupted... We have to guard here for 15 minutes to block any living things that want to approach this device."

"...Okay, I see." Soap took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, turned and walked out.

Ten minutes later, he returned to this warehouse with a large bag of energy crystals on his back, took out the crystals in the backpack one by one, and placed them on the ground.

"Damn...these shops are really rich. I've never even touched an energy crystal of this level before." Holding the soap, he said cursingly.

"Aren't you afraid?" The clown asked, "In the battle later, you may die."

"I'm scared, I'm scared to death, so while I'm still alive, I have to say a few more words, and I won't have a chance to say it when I'm dead." Soap said brokenly, "Do you remember the giraffe? That guy...he It's probably cold now, but do you know how I met him?"

"How did you know each other?" The clown didn't stop working, and he didn't mind listening to other people's stories as long as it didn't affect the progress of the mission.

"At that time... hey, forget it, let's not talk about it, I guess time is too late, I can't finish it." Soap waved his hand a little irritably, "Some things, I'd better go to hell and talk to the old man after I die ...I am not a good person, and I will definitely go to hell when I die."

"Don't you not believe in God?" The clown asked.

"Just to make an analogy... If you tell me that after death, everything will disappear and there is nothing, then I think it is a bit abstract... To be honest, I don't know what it looks like after death. You say , Do human beings have such a thing as a soul?"

"That depends on how you define 'soul'." The clown said, "Under certain conditions, the human consciousness can separate from the body and exist independently. If you accept this statement, then the 'soul' exists. "

"Then after I die, will my soul still be wandering in the world like a ghost?"

"No... what Zeus wants to sacrifice to that god is not only the flesh of all human beings, but more importantly their souls." The clown shook his head. To that god, they are all insignificant organic matter. But the human soul is the nourishment he needs most."

"Damn, you can't even let go of your soul..." Soap squeezed his fists hard, "It seems that this time, there is really no way out. Are you planning to activate this device now? Then I will go outside Go, keep it for you?"

"Yeah." The clown nodded.

"Don't worry, Noir, I've already told him that he will stick around until the last moment... As for Ulrich, I don't know if he understands what he said." Soap picked up his gun, Go to the door of the shop.

"In 3 minutes, our position will be revealed." The clown said softly, and Soap, who was walking away, didn't hear the second half of his words, "This is the torch that was lit in the dark night... the flame The light emitted will illuminate everyone who is dormant in the dark and unwilling to give in. And you are the ones holding the torch, and you will burn out together with the torch, becoming the first light to guide others. "

He filled the energy crystal into the groove, and then lightly pressed the start button.

(End of this chapter)