Start with a prosthetic shop

Chapter 3 Market News
Lin En was ready to go, and before leaving, he did not forget to pick up the energy pistol on the table, and opened the safety clumsily.

"Click."

Then close again.

"Click."

The proficiency in shooting is very low. Maybe it is caused by the small people's thinking in the previous life. Since Lin En traveled to this world, he has not fired a single bullet.

"Practice when you come back."

A few days ago, he was obsessed with studying, and he had always been a bit slack about marksmanship. Fortunately, he was a pure Anning City native. Although his accuracy was not very good, he could at least know how to shoot.

The slightest difference in the muzzle may determine the life of the shooter.

Lynn took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the door.

The glare of the sun shone down, his eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously covered the sun with his hands.

"Hey, isn't this the great mechanic? Why are you willing to go out today?"

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

Aunt Subi, who was pushing a cart to pick up rubbish on the old street, teased with a smile. The voice was very loud. Almost instantly, Lin En was surrounded by a circle of neighbors, and the windows of several houses next to her were opened immediately.

"How is the business doing, did you earn 100 million?"

Lin En was helpless, these neighbors knew about his current business situation, and words like the Great Engineer were almost ironic.

The original body is very fond of boasting, so so many neighbors are waiting to see his jokes.

He barely managed to deal with these people, and managed to squeeze out of the crowd.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

It's the middle of the day.

The city of Anning stands majestically, and the electronic tower symbolizing prosperity and progress stands tall, next to which are scattered skyscrapers, which still emit light pollution endlessly during the day.

The wilderness outside the city is even more vast and boundless. You can only see shadows outside the city if you hold a telescope and look at it from a distance. If you want to see it clearly, you can’t see it. vision.

Surrounded by these two behemoths, the place of firefight seemed insignificant.

Lin En's prosthetic body shop is located in the northeast corner of the entire firefighting area, on a main road called Old Street. It is not too far from the market, and it takes about ten minutes to walk quickly.

Lynn pushed a small cart and walked on the old street, looking at the beggars leaning against the iron sheet houses on the side of the road with POS machines in their hands, seeing the shambling people scrambling among the domestic garbage, seeing laughing and kicking A child of football is deeply concerned.

Teenagers in CrossFire have three ways to get ahead.

The easiest way is to join a gang and live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. You may gain friendship and wealth after working for a few years.

If it is more difficult, join the bounty hunter, resist restless beasts in the misty wilderness, and earn money from hunting.

The most difficult thing is to learn step by step and apply for companies in other regions step by step.

There is no soil for learning here, and many people don't know a single word. It is as difficult as heaven to learn to understand recruitment questions that Lynn can't understand.

Lynn's anxious mood was inexplicably relieved a lot.

"At least I haven't been reduced to this kind of field."

Coming to the market, the market in the Northeast region is controlled by the Lizard Gang. From time to time, ghost fire motorcycles come with exhaust fumes, and on the seats are boys and girls in exaggerated dresses and painful shirts.

Most of them had modified prosthetic bodies, their arms shone with metallic luster, they came to monitor the order of the market, and they also slipped out the beggars who sneaked in.

There are also burly hunters with ferocious faces and big guns on their backs, who want to resupply in the market.

Of course, there are more people like Lin En, who just bow their heads and go their own way.

In the bazaar, the "Night" SPA exuding beautiful lights made waves in broad daylight, hunters and mercenaries mingled in the tavern, and there was a long queue in front of the prosthetic body shop in Mong Kok, and the business was good.

Lin En took another look at the small hotel, and the woman standing at the door suddenly looked over with winking eyes. Lin En's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled at her.

Reluctantly looking away, Lynn followed the fragments in his memory to find the food wholesale store he visited most often. The owner was sitting on a Maza, leaning on the half-open iron door to bask in the sun, with stainless steel walnuts in his hand. When he saw Lynn , haha ​​clapping hands:
"Hey Xiaolin, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your business is booming recently?"

The owner's name is Ban Wen, and he eats very happily in the Northeast market in the crossfire area. He also knows some details about Lin En.

"Hehe." Lynn shook his hand speechlessly,
"Not Prosperous, Not Prosperous"

The price of food in Anning City is quite cheap. You can buy several liters of syrup for a few minutes. Even if it is a piece of synthetic meat, it is less than five points per catty.Lynn picked the goods at random, and chatted with the boss without saying a word.

When talking about Lynn's current situation, the boss said mysteriously:

"You, you are about to develop soon!"

Lin En's heart tightened. For a moment, he thought that the boss had discovered the golden finger that he relied on to make a living, but he immediately ruled out this assumption, and asked calmly:
"how do I say this?"

"You don't know yet." The boss was stunned for a moment, pulled Maza, hooked his hand to signal Lynn to go over, and said in a low voice:
"The Grundfos food company in the shanty town said it wanted to develop this crossfire area and give orders and subsidies to all the merchants who make machinery, but they don't know what they want to do."

"This is a very good opportunity." The boss said with a smile, "If you become famous one day, don't forget about me."

"I can't fly, it's good to crawl on the ground." Lin En pulled a cart of food, weighed them one by one, and looked at the three-digit quotation on the dusty screen and said in amazement:
"So expensive?"

"...Isn't this a big company coming, syrup is four point one catty, ten yuan is three catties."

"I'm not killing regular customers, you can ask around here, and now the merchants in this area are all at this price."

"Trickster!"

"Pure profiteer!"

The door of the prosthetic body shop opened, and then closed heavily, shaking off the dust.

Lin En dragged his exhausted body to finish dinner, and immediately found a wooden board, drew a few crooked concentric circles on it with an oil-based pen, and clamped a hard steel plate behind the wooden board.

This is the fixed target that will be used next.

After weighing the energy pistol in his hand, Lynn cleaned up the trash, put away the wires and walked to the other side of the cabin, taking a deep breath.

He never fired a gun.

Recalling the "three-point-one-line rule" in the memory of the original body, as well as the three shooting positions of standing, lying and kneeling, Lin En felt extremely nervous.

He compared the sights back and forth, and finally pulled the trigger!

Click.

No insurance!

Lynn wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, and let out a long breath.

At least the psychological barrier was overcome.

This wave is fine.

He opened the safety and re-adjusted his posture to shoot, and the shot was fired!
The huge recoil of the gun shocked the wrist, and a blue energy bullet delicately bypassed the target and penetrated into the rusty wall, creating tiny cracks!
The iron house shook, rust rustled down and poured on Lin En's head.

The crows foraging for food in the garbage pile outside the window fluttered away.

Lynn's face twitched.

"...Made."

Lay steel plates around the target again, and Lynn fired it out!
boom!
Hit the target!
[Gun shooting: exp+1]

Lynn smiled proudly.

boom!
boom!
……

After shooting several times in a row, Lin En's right hand was numb from the recoil, but the result of the shooting was still not satisfactory, the bullets could barely hit the target.

"I still have a lot of room for appreciation."

Lynn sat on the ground, looked at the pistol in his hand, recalled the shooting action just now, and thought that there were still many shortcomings.

The energy pistol is not heavy, but it doesn't feel good in the hand.

Lynn raised the gun high, pulled the sight hole, front sight and target on a horizontal line, and adjusted his force posture again.

He tightened his knee joints, then straightened his elbow joints slightly, and found the best angle between the arm holding the gun and his body during repeated shots.

One shot fired.

Hit the bullseye!

A look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on Lynn's face.

He changed his posture and shot many times in standing, lying and kneeling positions, seeking the best shooting action in each posture.

Stand, lie, kneel!
boom!
……

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a hasty knock on the door interspersed with gunshots. Lin En rubbed his ears and walked quickly to open the door.

Outside the door, a yellow-haired man with a crew cut and a jacket hugged his chest angrily.

"Brother Lin, you fucking don't sleep in the middle of the night and put flowers at home? Why is it so lively for today's birthday?"

(End of this chapter)