Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 189 Punk Boy
"Sir, although this kind of meat is saliva meat, you can eat it with confidence."

Ma Zhu snorted, touched his stomach, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

He handed the plate to the stall owner, and then said: "The meat here is visible, everyone knows the source, and it tastes good, but the meat in some places is invisible, who knows what meat is in it? A lot of people die every year in the local area, and those people's bodies will not be wasted."

"Well, it makes sense."

Su Xia put on a black mask, covering her mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of eyes, and by the way, the black hood on the back of her jacket covered her hair.

He sensed as he walked along the road, and determined that there was no surveillance in this underground area, not even in the shopping mall before, but he was careful to drive the ship for ten thousand years.

Ma Zhu thought he was not used to the smell here.

Although the underground ventilation system can be used, after all, there are many people and garbage.

After eating, the two continued to move forward, through the market, and into another wide sewer.

This place extends in all directions, like dense spider webs. There are large passages several meters in diameter and small passages that can only be crawled. If there is no map and no acquaintance to lead the way, newcomers can easily get lost inside.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Su Xia still hadn't found Wu Gui's family, but found the family members of the other two members.

Like most people in the underground, they did not live easily, barely enough to eat, and not to mention anything else.

Su Xia took note of these two places and moved on.

After another half hour, they arrived at the second market.

Su Xia's sense of direction is not bad. If he is right, this underground area has already exceeded the scope of the slums above the ground, and came to the bottom of the large abandoned city in the south of Coral City that was destroyed by the war.

At the beginning, he and Yu Tuo fought in the abandoned city on the ground.

【Discover mission objectives】

[Character Wu Jian, 47 years old, male, married, cousin of Wu Gui, the former administrator of the logistics department of the North Wind Organization]

A task prompt message suddenly popped up in front of Su Xia's eyes.

He looked around and found that the second market was larger than the previous one. The surrounding area was obviously excavated by humans, and there was enough space.

The style here is completely different from the previous market. As soon as I approached, I heard harsh heavy metal music. The surrounding walls were sprayed with colorful graffiti with fluorescent paint. The young people who came and went dyed their hair colorful and kept fashionable Punk-headed, with nose rings and lip studs, covered in fluorescent tattoos of unknown significance.

The shops on the street are decorated with dark copper-colored mechanical gears, bearings, chains, connecting rods, pipes, etc. The lights are dim and yellow, and there is a touch of dullness in the decadence, full of imperfect mechanical aesthetics.

In a dilapidated mechanical repair shop, Su Xia saw Wu Jian he was looking for.

"Looks like life is fine."

If you can have your own shop and have a craft, you can live a good life no matter where you are.

Wu Jian was squatting at the door of a small shop. He was in his 40s, his face was eroded by time and life, and his face was wrinkled. His hair was gray and he was wearing rough gray overalls. His clothes and hands were full of dirt. Black motor oil.

He lit a cigarette and seemed a little distressed. He scratched his temples with his fairly clean little fingers, frowned into a Sichuan character, and sighed in a low voice.

On the wall of the shop behind him, all kinds of mechanical repair tools are hung, and the iron shelves are filled with countless parts.

His wife sat in the corner, sewing clothes by the dim light.

His son and daughter are already ten years old, thin and small, their clothes are covered with patches, they are also squatting in front of the shop, looking up at the oval reinforced concrete dome with big eyes, as if wondering why they can't see the stars .

Such a family should not seem to have anything to do with sugar water.

Su Xia intends to observe first.

"Have a rest here." He instructed Ma Zhu, then found a small restaurant diagonally opposite the repair shop and sat down.

This small restaurant offers two kinds of food, one is fresh and the other is second-hand food found in the garbage heap, and the price difference between the two is huge.

Su Xia sat by the door and asked Ma Zhu calmly, "Can you still eat?"

"I……"

Ma Zhu glanced at the price list, his nose twitched, and he swallowed.

Seeing this, Su Xia ordered him a clean meal, and then ordered herself a cup of tea.

After a while, the fragrant food was delivered, and the portion was very large. The meat pieces in it were all large, and the price was not cheap, even about 30% more expensive than those restaurants on the ground.

Ma Zhu was deeply moved, picked up his chopsticks and said, "Sir, you are really a good person."

"Is it a good person to give you something to eat?"

"You also saved my life and saved me from that sugar water."

Ma Zhu picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, but the one that had just come out of the pot was too hot, so hot that he let out a cry and exhaled the hot air, but he was reluctant to spit it out and forcibly swallowed it.

"call……"

He stroked his chest satisfactorily, and then said: "Sir, in this kind of place, it is also a good person who can give people a bite. Look at those women outside, as long as you give them a good meal, you want them to do anything. Okay...of course, the same goes for men..."

He grinned, grinning slyly, grinning like a skinny monkey.

"Do anything?"

Su Xia was thoughtful.

Let them go against the mechanical race, okay?

He glanced at the punk-style young people wandering around, read the character panel, and quickly denied the idea just now.

Almost all of these young people are sick, such as AIDS, herpes, gonorrhea, etc., and they are all addicted to sugar water. They are only in their teens, and their health is worse than that of an old man who is five or sixty years old.

Let alone fighting, it is difficult for them to run two steps, and if they join the organization, it will only ruin the atmosphere, unless it takes a long time to improve their physical condition and change their minds...

Now Su Xia doesn't have the time. If she wants to recruit people, she can only focus on those who are healthier or younger.

For example, Wu Jian's son and daughter.

The two children are only ten years old. They have no disease or disease, and they have not contracted bad habits. Their outlook on life and world outlook have not yet been formed, and they are all materials that can be created.

Su Xia held the tea and observed it quietly for more than ten minutes.

"It seems normal, there is no sugar water deal."

During this time, only two people have been to the repair shop, one to repair the old TV and the other to retrieve the repaired radio.

Su Xia read Wu Jian's character panel, and did not see any description of Tangshui in his personal description.

The wife of this middle-aged man is also normal.

However, in the descriptions of the two, it was mentioned that they were very worried about their eldest son.

At this moment, a young man walked into Su Xia's field of vision.

[Wu Xiaolong, male, 19 years old, eldest son of Wu Jian]

The young man was also dressed in punk, with sunken eye sockets and a skull pattern on his sallow face, looking a little sick.

He walked into the repair shop and patted the door frame hard: "Old guy, it's time to pay!"

(End of this chapter)