Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 922 Extra chapter: The resistance organization on the ark

"Sir?" the porter asked again, "Are you sure you are going to East Tenth District?"

"Yes, yes, that's right." Shi Chuanhui nodded again and again, "There is a small matter... I need to... handle it myself."

"Then why don't you take the light rail? The light rail is much cleaner and more comfortable than the freight train." The porter showed a trace of doubt on his face, "You don't look like the kind of person who can't afford the fare .”

"I'm in a hurry, the light rail has just left the station, I missed it, and I have to wait for the next train for half an hour." This sentence Shi Chuanhui said was true, but at the same time, he also felt a layer of fear in his heart— —Fortunately, I missed the light rail. You know, the light rail will record the information of every passenger. As long as he buys the ticket through formal channels, the passenger's identity, departure station and destination station will be uploaded to the public network. Probably escaped the eyes of the guards.

"That's it..." The porter nodded dubiously, "It's not impossible to give you a ride, but the carriage is full of goods..."

"It's okay to squeeze a little bit, as long as there is a vacant seat for me, I'm really in a hurry." Ishi Chuanhui emphasized repeatedly.

"Okay, you come with me." The porter put down the things in his hand and led Shi Chuanhui inside.

The two of them stopped until they reached the fifth carriage. The porter turned around and said to Shi Chuanhui, "There is only space left on the fifth carriage. If you don't mind, let's take a closer look here."

Shi Chuanhui looked in through the half-opened compartment door, and saw a gap about [-] cm wide between the two rows of large plastic boxes, barely enough for someone to get in... As for the comfort along the way, no need I also know that this will definitely be a tortured journey.

"Okay... okay." At the moment of the big event, Shi Chuanhui had no choice, "How much?"

"It's just a ride, let me give you a discounted price, five hundred." The porter said.

"What?" After hearing this number, Ishi Chuanhui almost thought he heard it wrong.

The porter talked about a discounted price, but what he quoted was an out-and-out black price. The fare for the first-class light rail car was only 350 credits, and a food coupon was also included, which can be used at stations along the way. Dining in a restaurant or directly exchanging for the pre-made meals on the car, but the truck in front of you has no service and you have to squeeze yourself and the goods, so it costs [-]?

Obviously, the porter was determined to be very anxious, so he dared to open his mouth like a lion.

"This is really a discounted price. If you don't believe me, you can check it online. The cost of pulling a truck of leather goods here is tens of thousands. If you are on this truck, it is naturally considered our goods. You will be charged five dollars." Bai, isn't it too much?" There was a very disproportionate smirk on the porter's honest and honest face.

"Five hundred is five hundred." Shi Chuanhui was about to take out the information terminal to pay, but he thought about it, if he was wanted, then the payment records would also become clues for the guards to track down. When the time comes, find the porter and ask , you can ask yourself to go to the East Tenth District... If I haven't found a hiding place in the East Tenth District at that time, I am afraid that I will be caught by the guards in minutes...

He is well aware of the nature of those people in the slums. If the guards tell them that they can get paid as long as they provide the whereabouts of an unfamiliar face, those people will sell themselves mercilessly... and even offer to give The guards lead the way.

The saying that people in the slums are difficult to catch is only limited to the local "indigenous people", but outsiders like him, a few months ago, were undoubtedly as eye-catching as a light bulb in the dark... He also heard It is said that there is a special profession called "stalking" in the slums. These people pay special attention to the "new faces" who appear in their territory. Exchange your whereabouts for supplies or credits.

Those who fled to the slums included not only criminals wanted by the government, but also old lai who owed money, gangsters who were hunted down by their enemies, and unlucky people who accidentally offended someone they couldn't afford...these people of all kinds are in trouble every day. A large number of them flow into the slums, and the idle "stalkers" on weekdays rely on reselling the information of these people to make a living, and they can make a fortune when they meet "high-value people".

Shi Chuanhui thought for a while, his current identity is just a member of the returnist organization with no criminal record, and he should not let the guards go to war for him, but it is best to avoid the trouble that can be avoided.

Shi Chuanhui took his watch, handed it to the porter, and said: "I just realized that I seem to have forgotten to bring the information terminal, this watch should be used for the fare, and the extra part should be considered as a tip for you. "

"Watch?" The porter flipped through the watch, "I don't know how much this thing is worth, besides, you have worn this watch for many years, and there are so many scratches on it... Is it worth five hundred?"

"This is a Seiko mechanical watch. When I bought it, it cost more than 3000 credits, but now it's worth more than 1000. Why, are you planning to send it for appraisal?" Ishi Chuanhui frowned, a little unhappy Said.

"More than 3000?" The porter swallowed greedily, and quickly stuffed the watch into his pocket, "For a high-class person like you, the one on your hand must be genuine, no need for identification, no need for identification , find a place to sit firmly, we will start in 5 minutes."

The porter turned around and was about to close the door of the car. As if he remembered something, he added: "Oh, by the way, there are a few things I need to clarify with you first. This is a truck. Are there any roads on the road? It will stop, so this carriage will only open again when it reaches the terminal. It may be a little stuffy after a long time, so you have to bear with it. Also, the road may be a little bumpy. Be careful, if you bump into it, We are not responsible... After all, in principle, trucks are not allowed to carry people, and I am already risking violation of the rules to make an exception for you, I hope you will not do anything to embarrass us."

"Understood." Shi Chuanhui responded casually.

With a bang, the car door was closed, and the car was plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Fortunately, Shi Chuanhui's figure is not strong, and he doesn't have the big belly that middle-aged men often see. Although the [-] cm wide gap is not wide, it is not enough to trap him in it. He groped and leaned against a On the fairly clean plastic box, he put the bag of bread aside, and took out the information terminal in his pocket.

Turning on the screen, he checked his mailbox for the last time, but he did not receive an email from the guards asking him to surrender, which meant that he hadn't been included in the wanted list yet.

Shi Chuanhui heaved a sigh of relief, took out the chip in the information terminal, and snapped it off—although the information terminal he used claimed to be capable of anti-tracking and anti-location, since it is an information terminal, it is inevitable to have to contact The communication base station is connected to the network. When the guards want to judge his location, they only need to see which area's communication base station his information terminal is connected to.

Accompanied by a burst of alarm bells, the cargo train began to accelerate slowly and drove out of the station. The inertia when it started made Shi Chuanhui, who was caught off guard, slammed his head on the opposite box, and a large bag swelled on his forehead—and the built-in buffer device Compared with the advanced light rail with adaptive seats, the structure of this industrial freight train is so simple that it can be described as rough.

But it is also true, as long as this kind of transportation means of transporting goods is fast, strong enough, and has a large transportation capacity, other issues are simply not within the scope of consideration.

Although he was mentally prepared early in the morning, Shi Chuanhui still felt miserable when the carriage bumped up... During the two-and-a-half-hour drive, he felt like his life had been shaken away. It seems that he vomited four times along the way, not only the floor of the carriage and the plastic container were covered with vomit, but even his own expensive long windbreaker was not spared.

When the porter opened the door of the carriage again, he looked at Shi Chuanhui with disgust and disgust in his eyes, but fortunately, he didn't say much, and he didn't ask Shi Chuanhui to stay and clean up—probably because he was afraid of Shi Chuanhui Hui regretted that he wanted to redeem the Seiko watch, and immediately started swearing and chasing people away with a rag.

After Shi Chuanhui was kicked out of the East Tenth District Freight Transfer Station, he did not stay any longer, and walked quickly towards the black market—it was not the first time he had come to East Tenth District. Before that, in order to purchase the raw materials needed for the experiment, he I have been to the black market in East Tenth District many times, and the location of this black market is right in the middle of the slums.

As soon as he entered the slum area, he saw two idle little boys sitting on the side of the road, playing with metal parts that seemed to be removed from a certain machine in their hands, but their eyes were sneakily watching from every passerby. Scanned personally - Ishi Chuanhui knew that these two little boys were the so-called "stalking".

Anyone who can become a "stalker" has certain talents. The two most important points are sharp eyes and good memory... Seeing the two little boys looking towards him, Shi Chuanhui quickly put the bag in his arms He raised himself up, covering his face.

Passing through the entrance, there is a "shanty town" that accounts for two-thirds of the slum area. This was originally reserved for construction, but because the development value of this area is not high, it has been empty for a long time. Naturally, they were "taken as their own" by the people in the slums.

There are a lot of suggested shacks on the open space, all kinds of old clothes are placed on the shelves outside the shacks, and garbage and feces can be seen everywhere on the ground-this scene is a bit like the "Hu Buddha Village" (Note 1).

Shi Chuanhui doesn't have to worry that he will look awkward in this environment with his bright clothes - many people from the upper class often come to the slums, and some people, like him before, want to buy some only Things that can only be bought on the black market; some are for recruiting cheap labor, bodyguards and thugs; others are for "fun".

After all, the slums can be regarded as the "lawless zone" on the Ark. Here, even if you commit a serious crime such as murder or rape, as long as you have money, you can easily settle it.Not to mention that the guards will not come to the door, and even the criminal record will not be kept.

Shi Chuanhui didn't stop, he went straight through the shanty town, walked to an abandoned caravan lying across the junction, raised his hand, and knocked three times on the middle window on the left side of the caravan.

With a "creak", the car window was pushed up from the inside, and a wrinkled woman's face appeared behind the window. When she opened her mouth, an unpleasant stench emanated from the yellow-toothed face. It floated out of his mouth: "Buy, or sell?"

"Both." Shi Chuanhui said in a low voice.

"You are lucky, there is a trade fair going on right now, come in." After the old woman finished speaking, the door at the rear of the RV opened.

This caravan was actually welded to the ground, and the bottom of the caravan was a passage leading to the underground space, where the black market was located.

Shi Chuanhui walked down the steps, hundreds of people had gathered in the underground black market at this time, some people were sitting on the ground by the side of the road, in front of them were some rubbish they picked up from who they didn't know where they called "treasures" , and more people strolled in a leisurely manner, stopping for a few seconds in front of a certain booth from time to time, asking a few questions, and then continuing to wander.

Except for those "time-honored brands" with fixed storefronts, ordinary mobile vendors have very little transaction volume.

Shi Chuanhui didn't bother to pay attention to those street stalls, and went directly to a buying company with a storefront, opened the door and walked in.

"What do you want to sell?" The boss of the buying company is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is sitting behind the counter playing games. When he sees Shi Chuanhui coming in, he looks up at him, and then continues to focus on the screen and above the handle.

"The clothes on me." Ishi Chuanhui said, "Sell or exchange, it doesn't matter."

He was sure that his face had not been recorded by the "stalking", but this dress would definitely be remembered by them. If he wanted to hide his identity, changing the clothes was a top priority.

"Burborui's imitation cashmere windbreaker... It seems to be a winter style in [-]. It's a bit old, and it's very worn... Tsk, the most important thing is why there are so many dirty things on it... I said, this one You didn't steal the clothes, did you?"

"Don't buying houses never ask about the origin of things?" Ishi Chuanhui frowned.

"I'll just say it casually, it's up to you whether you answer it or not." The boss waved his hand, "The things are okay, but I have to spend money to send them for dry cleaning, maintenance, repair... This is a lot of money. I'm afraid the price won't satisfy you... As for the exchange, what would you like to exchange?"

"A set of clothes of the same size, a laptop computer, and a set of standard chemical experiment equipment."

[PS Hoover Village: refers to 1929-1933, when the financial crisis broke out in the beautiful country, a large number of displaced people built shantytowns with iron sheets, cardboard and plastic sheets on the streets and in the parks. It was Hoover. In order to ridicule Hoover's incompetence, people called this kind of shanty town "Hoover Village". 】

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