Start with a prosthetic shop

Chapter 11
While chatting, the door of a mansion next to them opened, and a man in a company uniform and a woman in a white dress came out. The man was well-dressed, with oiled hair on his head and shiny leather shoes.

A blue line lit up on the woman's temple, and the blue light curtain of the terminal flickered in front of her eyes, and she was pointing at something with her white index finger.

The two greeted each other quickly.

"Mr. Wen, Miss Chen."

The man nodded casually, but the woman continued to fiddle with the light curtain in front of her as if she hadn't heard anything, and the few of them said goodbye.

Ban Wen looked back at the backs of the two, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.

"what happened?"

Lin En said, turning her head to glance at Ms. Chen quietly.

In the sun, her neck is slightly fluffed, which is very beautiful.

"It's nothing." Ban Wen shook his head and whispered, "I just feel that these people from Anning City all look superior, which makes me uncomfortable."

Lynn sighed and said bluntly:

"The customs and habits in the city may be different from ours. I heard that they all live in that kind of pigeon cage. There are hundreds of people living in a building. There is almost no difference between neighbors and strangers. How many."

Mr. Wen and Ms. Chen just moved into the market a few weeks ago. They are two distinguished programmers who belong to Grundfos.

In the eyes of everyone in the crossfire area, the profession of programmer is shrouded in a veil of mystery, and the gold content of this job has almost reached the top level, and its status is close to that of a tribal priest in the wild era.

This is a job related to "computer".

Computers are almost the backbone of the development of the entire Anning City, but the vast majority of residents in the firefighting area have never seen a complete computer once in their lives.

The production of computers requires extremely high-precision production lines. These high-end machines are absolutely impossible to manufacture in the crossfire. Discarded computers are almost never thrown at Nailhead Dock, but digested in the shantytowns in Anning City. There is room for people to repair, so if you want to buy a computer, you must import it from Anning City.

With this import, the price of things is more than one grade more expensive.

Moreover, using a computer also requires a certain level of knowledge. For people in the crossfire area, as long as they live every day, they have already tried their best. They don't have so much time to read and study, let alone use computers.

In the eyes of Lin En and Ban Wen, Mr. Wen is both from the city, backed by a behemoth in the city, has incalculable network resources, and the style of clothing and the texture of the skin are also like gods people.Compared with others, the people in the firefight who were washed away by the acid rain became ugly.

In Ms. Chen's eyes, the people in the crossfire area are just a group of aborigines who have not undergone genetic modification.

There is no need to talk at all.

Saying goodbye to Ban Wen, Lin En walked into the main road, managed to squeeze through the bustling crowd, and entered the tavern.

Upon entering the door,

The bold voice of the tavern owner lingered in his ears.

"Hey, Boss Lin, what kind of wind brought you here?"

The hunters in the tavern shouted loudly, someone knocked the heavy gun barrel on the table, and glass after glass of frothy beer was handed to Lin En's mouth. This is today's special feature, called the wine of abundance and victory, it is The native products of the aborigines in the boundless wilderness.

Lynn took a small sip, nodded and said:

"Yes, the wine today is better than the bars in the city."

The boss grabbed Lynn's shoulders and laughed happily. He liked to compare his small shop with the taverns in the city. Later, someone told him that the ones in the city were not called taverns, they were called bars.

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, Lynn calmly walked into the basement floor of the tavern.

This tavern can not only be used for drinking and sleeping, but also regularly holds some trade fairs, and it has been called a black market over time.In recent years, Anning City's goods export regulations have been tightened again and again, so no matter what kind of goods, there are not many people who can freely leave the city, and they can only engage in underground transactions through some secret channels.

Even Mr. Wen and Ms. Chen were able to go out of the city because of the face of Grundfos. The two of them alone did not have the right to go out of the city freely.

Today is the day of the Tavern Black Market.

Lin En, who was wearing almost a full set of T2 prosthetic frame, was not conspicuous among the black market customers.

There are all kinds of people here, and there is even a burly man over two meters tall in the crowd, with his upper body naked and three thick scratches on his back. Lynn recognized that he was an ace hunter. The world is also famous, and this scar is left by fighting a mutated tiger with bare hands in the wilderness.

Generally speaking, hunters refer to groups of hunters who are active in the wilderness, while mercenaries cover a wide range, including vendettas, revenge, and all kinds of things related to people.

Lin En's eyes suddenly lit up, and seeing several familiar figures, he hurried over.

The old hunter Edmund greeted Lynn happily when he saw Lynn. Beside him were several hunter apprentices who were choosing suitable crossbows and were busy lowering the price with the stall owner.

"Boss Lin, I don't know why you came to the black market here?"

These days, Lynn provides quite a lot of firearms to the hunter community, so he has a lot of influence in this group.

He also only recently found out that Edmund is actually an ace hunter, and he is also a figure who promises everything in the hunter group. Although he is old now, he is also responsible for the task of cultivating a new generation of hunters. extremely high.

"I'll come and take a look."

Lin En laughed and leaned over, and found that the stall not only sold bows and arrows, ballistas, but also firearms. He was a little puzzled and said, "Now that we have guns, why do we still use crossbows? Isn't firearms more convenient?"

"Haha." Edmund explained with a smile, "Boss Lin, you don't understand this, our business is different from those of mercenaries, if we go to the wilderness, we won't be able to return for ten days and half a month. "

"Although the gun is good, it costs too much to shoot every day. There is no weather outside. The gun is also prone to moisture, and the maintenance cost is also higher."

Edmund explained, still not forgetting to throw out the olive branch.

"How about it, Boss Lin, we are going to go to the wilderness immediately today, why don't you come with us this time?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. When we hunt those monsters lurking in the fog, you can just stand behind us and watch."

"I can bring a few more experienced hunters to protect you!"

The hunter group follows the same hierarchy as the mercenary group, divided into apprentice hunters, junior hunters, intermediate hunters, senior hunters, veteran hunters, and ace hunters.

Among them, the ace hunter, unless he has decades of combat experience, is seasoned in combat, and has extremely strong physical fitness, it is impossible to be selected.

"Hehe." Lynn's face twitched, "Forget it, I have something to do these days."

After finally finding a fairly stable environment, he would not risk his life if he was killed.

There were a variety of firearms in this booth, but a pistol with exquisite patterns caught Lynn's attention.

The handle of the gun was ebony, stained with some dried blood that was already dark red.

"Uh"

Lin En frowned, picked up the one, and looked at it for a while.

"Haha, you have a good eye!" The stall owner immediately said: "This gun has just arrived from Nailhead Dock, and it is much better than ordinary T2 weapons in terms of craftsmanship and various parameters."

"Recently, there have been a lot of homeless people from the old street in Nailheadwood, each with an energy gun, and I don't know if they are suffering from some kind of pink eye disease..."

Lynn was silent.

He clearly recognized that this gun belonged to the regular customer Yang Gui.

(End of this chapter)