Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 163 Industrial Waste
"Drive after drunk?"

Su Xia hid in the dark, staring closely at the mercenaries who left the city.

This is dangerous behavior and not advisable.

Along the way, the patrolling soldiers of Coral City stopped these mercenaries many times, but the mercenaries only needed to show the certificate Wu Zhonggui gave them to be released.

Fortunately, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening, and there was no one on the street.

More than 20 off-road vehicles were like a group of mechanical beasts, roaring on the empty night street, their engines roaring, and it is unknown how many residents along the street were woken up.

Wu Yong drove the car in the front, full of alcohol smell, and laughed: "Haha, comfortable, life in this city is different!"

"When the money is made enough in the future, the brothers will all come to the city to be rich, what do you think?"

"Angkor is right, making money is for enjoyment!"

The arrogant personality determines the wanton behavior of these mercenaries.

At the beginning of the war, Wu Yong was just a murderer sentenced to life imprisonment.

Later, the prison was damaged in the fire, and the prison guards fled one after another. He struggled with a group of prisoners and set up an organization that robbed and robbed houses. He robbed the empty jewelry store and robbed the fleeing civilians, and gradually developed into the current mercenary team.

The rest of the mercenary's fortune experience is similar to his.

The rise of every mercenary organization is paved with blood and corpses.

Some organizations seem to have changed their minds, and now they only help some wealthy businessmen guard the mines in the wilderness, but as long as they give enough money, they will still shoot again, no matter if they kill good or bad people.

When it comes to money, there is no good or bad.

Wu Yong took a bottle of spirits from the second seat, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Did Wu Zhonggui say that every head of the rebels will count extra money?"

"Yes, Angkor, what do you think?" asked a mercenary in another car.

"You all think the same as me, don't you?"

"Haha, heroes see the same thing!"

"..."

Without much communication, these mercenaries have already unified their ideas.

Since every head counts for money, it is natural to find a way to get more heads.

What is the difference between the heads of rebel groups and the heads of civilians?

Oh no, there is still a difference...

The heads of civilians are better cut.

This quest takes a long time and the bounty is generous. As long as you take your time, there are ways to get money.

Wu Yong smiled and said: "Then Wu Zhonggui is also a bad guy. I heard that he was also a member of the resistance army before, and then he betrayed the organization and climbed to his current position."

"That's right, the manager of the clubhouse he took us to is an acquaintance of his." Another mercenary also said, "That's why he let us eat and drink whatever we want, and the money is all recorded on the public account, and it costs a lot of money. The more, the more rake he earns."

"When the time comes, you just need to tell him that the money you earn will be distributed to him!"

The mercenaries understand that everyone has a profit, so that they can develop in the long run.

As long as it is done reasonably, it may be possible to turn "hunting and killing the rebels" into a long-term business. After a few years, the pockets will be full...

They were talking and laughing, rushing on the rampage at an extremely fast speed, ignoring the traffic lights along the way, rushing out of the city limits and into the dark suburbs.

The heavy tires quickly ran over the broken road, the weeds on both sides of the road were undulating, and the chirping of insects was continuous.

In the suburbs, it's even faster.

These guys could never have imagined that the masked geek, whom they thought was dead, was now above them, quietly watching them drive into the wilderness.

For them, the journey was quite smooth.

"Wuhu..."

They opened the car windows and yelled at the vast night, like a group of ape-men who had not fully evolved,
The strong wind was raging inside and outside the carriage, and even the wind had a strong smell of alcohol.

In order to avoid scaring the snakes, Su Xia didn't do anything to them for the time being.

He'd been following these guys from the suburbs into the wilderness.

It was slowly approaching four in the morning.

After this hurricane, Wu Yong and others are approaching their destination.

Because it flew very high, Su Xia could already see that there was a dimly lit area on the dark land in the distance.

"Mercenary town."

There is a temporary gathering place and a garrison area for a large number of mercenaries.

Su Xia accelerated and arrived in this town before Wu Yong and others.

On the plaque at the entrance to the town, there is a long list of shriveled heads.

When the wind blew, the hair on those people's heads swayed like withered grass.
The houses in the town are all made of steel, rusted and stained, as if they were built with mechanical parts disassembled from old tattered iron. Clockwork and gears are decorations that can be seen everywhere, and broken metal pipes become The seats on both sides of the road were devastated, dilapidated and desolate.

"crunch...crunch..."

Pieces of rough and primitive rusted plaques hung outside the shops on both sides of the road, swaying in the rough wind and making a tooth-ache.

The lights in the town are dim, the roads are dilapidated, and the wind is littering with rubbish.

Bars, casinos, exchanges, etc. can be seen everywhere. Heavy metal-style music exploded in many bars, and a large number of mercenaries poured their madness with alcohol.

In addition to alcohol, there are flammable illicit drugs.

As soon as Su Xia walked into the town, she smelled an unpleasant smell.

It was the smell of drugs, alcohol, vomit, blood, etc. mixed together, even the non-stop wind in the wilderness could not blow away, as if it had been deeply immersed in every inch of the soil of this land.

"boom!"

The door of the bar on the side was suddenly smashed, and the two drunken mercenaries scuffled together, their bodies covered in blood.

While the rest frantically cheered on the two, laughter and scolding intertwined, echoing under the night sky.

Hot blood splashed, and some even splashed onto Su Xia's shoes.

He ignored it and moved on.

At a corner, he saw a man and a woman again.

The two of them seemed to be a little confused, and they didn't know if they had taken too much of some drugs.

There is no shadow of normal order here. Chaos, blood, violence and sex are the appearances here, and hidden beneath the appearance are countless disappearing lives and flowing money.

It can be called a normal area, only the rest area in the distance, and the trading center of the town.

In the trading center, many mercenary organizations will conduct normal exchanges and exchange materials.

Su Xia walked into this area and looked around, there was a dazzling array of all kinds of goods, only unexpected ones, none of which these mercenaries couldn't get, like a large vegetable market.

Weapons are the most common, the others are slaves.

Bullets, artillery shells, firearms, artillery, etc. of various calibers, even infantry chariots and tanks are sold, and there are even imitation combat robots obtained by reverse research on the mechanical family.

In fact, the small objects in this trading area are basically imitations made in small workshops.

Large-scale objects such as infantry chariots are left over from many wars, and most of them are second-hand goods that have been repaired after being scrapped on the battlefield.

Su Xia walked to a booth, picked up a gun and looked at it.

[Automatic rifle, the firing mechanism is a hammer rotary type, which can achieve single and continuous firing, using mechanical sights, judged to be a replica of the AL46 automatic rifle of Human Race Anluo Company]

[The imitation material is cheap, the craftsmanship is rough, and it cannot be used for a long time]

【One-shot waste】

[Identified as: pure industrial waste]

Su Xia knew An Luo company.

In his previous set of Tier [-] humanoid armor, some modules were produced by this company.

It was a large arms research company of the human race, but it is now divided. Almost all the management personnel have surrendered to the mechanical race with their old employees. The headquarters is located in the giant whale city in the north, and now it only provides weapons for the human soldiers in the area ruled by the mechanical race.

Only one young man jumped on the plane before the company's headquarters base fell, and finally escaped into Longcheng, where another headquarters of Anluo Company was established.

"It turned out to be just garbage..."

Su Xia carefully looked at the gun in her hand, and its appearance still looked quite delicate.

Although the products of small workshops cannot be compared with large companies in terms of materials and craftsmanship, for mercenary organizations and resistance organizations in the wilderness, as long as the weapons can be used.

There are also several small workshops on the other side of the oasis camp.

The most typical example is Boss Shu's studio.

Su Xia went in and saw it several times, and there were a lot of imitation mechanical parts.

Even the Level [-] armor that Boss Shu made for him has many parts that were hand-rubbed.

The situation is difficult now, and it is difficult to get together a set of genuine equipment.

Su Xia put down the gun and looked at a small-caliber mortar next to the booth.

"It's rubbish again..."

The system again gave the identification result of garbage.

But in Su Xia's eyes, all the rubbish in this market is very precious.

The mercenary in charge of the booth heard Su Xia's words and immediately raised his head, his tone was not good: "What rubbish are you talking about?"

"It's nothing."

Su Xia looked calm, pointed to the gun and asked, "How much is this gun?"

"Three thousand, no bargaining."

"It's so expensive?" Su Xia picked up the gun and shook it, "It's not genuine."

"Look, how can there be any genuine products now?" The mercenary knocked on his booth hard, "It's all imitations, and they slaughtered me on the side of the purchase. If you think it's expensive, I think it's too expensive!"

Su Xia smiled, dropped the gun and asked, "Do you sell it at fifty?"

Hearing this price, the face of the stall owner completely sank.

"Are you trying to find fault on purpose?"

"Yes."

"you……"

(End of this chapter)