Warhammer Seal

Chapter 444 Easy Infiltration

Wen De didn't immediately refuse, so in the eyes of this counterfeit ticket dealer, it means that the business can be done.

After making an inviting gesture, the two of them walked along the winding path, and finally stopped at the door of a small and dirty iron house.

After looking around for a long time to confirm that no one was being followed, the guy opened the door of the room.

After all, there is nothing wrong with being cautious when making counterfeit tickets.

In the past, some people who forgot to bring the noble invitation coupons or lost the invitation coupons came to take care of his business, but there were few people and they did not make much money.

After seeing Wende in power armor, the counterfeit ticket dealer thought that he was just a nobleman who had lost his invitation coupon, and the business was not in vain.

Open the tin hut, inside is a small room, there is nothing extra except for a bed and a table.

Lying on the bed was a woman who had lost her right leg. The entire right leg was torn from the crotch. She lost most of her working ability and could only lie on the bed.

Judging by her age, she should be the wife of the counterfeit ticket dealer.

On the table, the counterfeit ticket dealer has already started to work. The so-called making counterfeit tickets is actually not high-tech, but just drawing with a piece of paper and a pen.

"There are fifty copper coins in total. I will collect the money after I finish the painting. Wait a minute. I'll go buy some ink."

After talking about the counterfeit ticket dealers, they went out. People in this business will not open for three years, and they will have to wait for three years after opening. They will definitely not prepare special ink in advance.

And judging from the indoor situation, he hasn't received business for a long time, and he won't be able to afford food if he doesn't open again.

Only Wend and the counterfeit ticket dealer's wife were left in the room, and the latter obviously knew that the guests in power armor were not ordinary people.

"Sir, are you from the upper class?"

"...yes"

"Do you have pain medication?"

This is a bit strange, why she didn't say anything else, only caring about things like painkillers.

Fortunately, Wende always has various medicines on him, and the analgesic he made himself is also a kind of standing supplies, just to have the strength to fight back and act after being shot.

This thing has a very simple recipe for an area with production capacity, and it is very easy to make.

It just so happened that I had enough analgesics on my body, so I took out a bottle and looked at the woman.

"Antibiotics are recommended if the wound is infected."

But as soon as he said this, he realized that he had made the basic mistake of why not eat minced meat, so he immediately changed the subject.

"I have analgesics here, but why do you want this controlled drug?"

Any drug has side effects, and the side effect of analgesics is addiction, which will be used by some addicts to replace expensive powders.

At the same time, if you eat it regularly, it will also damage the body's circulatory system and cause kidney failure.

The woman had a tired smile on her face when she saw that Wende had the painkillers, and she was relieved.

Holding an iron pipe under his armpit as a crutch, he stood up with difficulty and opened a box under the bed.

There are a small number of copper coins inside, the color is dull and it is obvious that they have been stored for a long time. They are all the money she earned by dragging her mutilated body out to pick up waste.

Ordinary people can't make much money by scavenging, let alone a woman like her who is missing a leg.

The meaning is obvious, she wants to use the money she saved to exchange for Wende's painkillers, even one, as for the reason.

"Because when my leg was broken, my lower body was also torn. I saved my life, but the wound still hurts. Every time I have sex with my husband, I will feel the pain of tearing. I asked some sisters who rely on their bodies to make money. , they said they could only rely on painkillers.”

This surprised Wende, if the body is in pain, it is completely fine. . .

"You shouldn't rely on drugs for pain relief, you can explain the situation to your husband and then go to a doctor..."

I wanted to say seek medical treatment in time, but there is no such profession as a doctor in the lower hives.

"I'm already a burden. If I can't do it with him, it's worthless."

These words directly choked Wende, indeed, from the perspective of simple values, if a couple with sexual ability cannot have a married life, the relationship will inevitably break down.

In the lower hive city where there is not enough to eat, it is very difficult to fill one's stomach, let alone bring a woman who has lost most of her ability to work.

At least her husband hasn't given up on her, which is already rare and precious. He just wants to live, and everyone doesn't have any excessive demands.

"Let me see, your money is just enough. Here, this is a painkiller. You can only take one a day. It only takes 2 minutes to take effect."

After taking all the copper coins from the woman, Wende gave out the painkillers in his hand, and of course some antibiotics were stuffed into the bottle.

This is a medicine made by hand using the technology of the Moon Gene Base, and it can even be sold at a very considerable price on the upper floors of the Hive City.

But after handing over the money and delivering the goods, Wende did not feel happy as if he had done a good deed. Instead, he felt as if he had administered euthanasia to this woman with his own hands.

Because the analgesic can't cure the disease, it just makes people live in an illusory peace and tranquility. When the effect of the medicine wears off, it will be like a cruel life like a sharp knife, cutting off the flesh and blood from her body one after another.

After putting away the medicine, the counterfeit ticket dealer just returned to the hut at this time.

Unscrew the custom-made ink bought with borrowed money, spread out the special paper bought on loan, and begin to outline the lines of the invitation ticket one by one under the dim light.

Counterfeit ticket dealers often operate around bars, and of course have seen real invitation tickets, so copying them is not a problem.

But if you want to fool the sharp-eyed bar security, you must make no mistakes and flaws, every line, every word must be the same as the real thing.

Not one mistake, or he wouldn't have the money and credit to buy extra ink and paper.

It took a full three hours, and the fake invitation coupon was born. Although I haven't seen what the real invitation coupon looks like, but the fake workmanship is very sophisticated, and it doesn't look like an imitation at all.

The fee is only fifty copper coins, which can be said to be a good deal.

Fifty copper coins, no more and no less, the transaction has been completed, and even the counterfeit ticket dealer even pledged his life to be able to deceive the security at the bar entrance.

Try it, going in openly is more valuable than sneaking in, at least you don't have to worry about being discovered by others when investigating clues.

"Let me see, well, it seems that I did misunderstand you before, please come in."

Well-made invitation coupons, of course, the most important thing is that Wende is wearing a complete set of power armor.

The two things proved each other, allowing An Bao to believe that the man in front of him had a noble status.

The slave with chains around his neck and waist was staring blankly. Immediately after the security guard hit him with a stick, he raised his bloody arms and quickly pushed open the door to the bar.

Then he prostrated himself on the ground, waiting for Wende to wipe the mud off his feet on his back.

(End of this chapter)