Start with a prosthetic shop

Chapter 31 Physical Training
Negotiations went very well.

On the same day, Anton made an agreement with Lynn to stop unnecessary competition and gradually bring the price of the ewd prosthetics back to normal levels.

Anton reduced losses, but through this wave of competition, Lynn received real benefits.

traffic, market share, money,

It's all here.

While excited, he was not careless.

Although making money is good, you have to spend your life.

During the conversation with Anton, Lynn vaguely noticed that something was wrong with the surroundings of the market.

He had to find out what happened to Nailhead Dock.

this day,

He came to the tavern, and while drinking, he also paid close attention to the conversations of the people around him.

"Come, come, drink again!"

"Hey, give me some face, buddy... I just went to vent my anger after dinner, and I'll be the host."

"He's still doing business... Have you heard that the number 404, the number one in the night, got sick and infected dozens of people. He has been going to ask for an explanation at any time these days."

"……what?"

"And this!"

"Pay attention to lightning protection. It's getting into the wind recently. Save your life. That's a lot of money. Don't overturn your car on this kind of thing."

"Yes!" A muscular mercenary nodded, and the green beret slipped down a little.

"There are so many commissions these days. Do you want to make a fortune with my brothers?"

Someone asked curiously.

"Isn't your mercenary group already full? The yellow dog didn't go in the last time he wanted to enter, why did he start soliciting customers?"

"The legs are dead!"

"Ahu is dead too!"

"Oh, it's been really chaotic outside these few days. Several old people died in the regiment. If I had known it, I wouldn't have gone out!"

A group of people burst into laughter.

"It's obvious that the person you brought is not good, the gun is floating like cotton, you have to blame the uneven road..."

The mercenary blushed with anger, and said angrily: "Made, how long have you guys been out, a bunch of old ladybugs, you have the nerve to call me..."

Several people were about to argue together.

Lin En's ears moved, and he took the initiative to chat with the person just now, as if beating his chest and stamping his feet, as if he was quite upset: "Yes!"

"This is a big loss, I would have known that I would not go out!"

The beret mercenary slapped his thigh and his eyes lit up.

"Isn't it!"

He found his kind!

The others at the wine table looked at each other in blank dismay.

Who is this person?

The man in the beret started talking.

"...The last time I went out, I went, the people on the street were like mad dogs, Mad, I don't know how many years I haven't eaten."

Someone said disdainfully:
"Tch, it was like this before."

"...No!" The beret mercenary shook his head and said solemnly, "It wasn't like this before."

"In the past, they were all wild dogs, but now they are mad dogs, the kind that are hungry and crazy!"

Several people opened the chatter, Lin En listened all the way, and then came to the AIC booth to inquire about the news, and when he left the tavern, he already had a clear understanding in his heart.

The large waste processors from the shantytowns of Anning City fell to Nailhead Dock for some reason, causing a bloodbath.

The major forces are vying to snatch it, and it coincides with the chaos in the firefighting area. There are many heroes in this world, and the creeds that each force abides by are different. The whole southeastern Shanxi has become a mess.

There is a "Wonder Club" composed of homeless people on a large scale, which hates all people with families and carries out heinous terrorist attacks everywhere.

Entrepreneurs who emerged independently from various gangs gathered soldiers and crab generals from all walks of life and held high the banner of righteousness of the "Alliance of the World".

There is also the "Fourteen Thieves" who are extremely good at stealing like locusts crossing the border.

Some of them have just been established, and some have already become famous.

This group of people is black and white, doing evil everywhere.

Just a few nights ago,
Almost all the homes of residents in Old Street were looted!
one night.

Snapped!
Your deposit is gone.

Your car is gone.

Your bedside tables, safes, guns, shelves of goods, toilets, boyfriends and girlfriends, you name it.

Open your eyes again,

There is only one person, one bed, and four walls left in the family.

As for the various shops that were originally operating on the old street, not to mention, after one night, there is only one door left, and they are still doing business.

Lynn couldn't help being afraid for a while.

Made.

This bloody place.

Fortunately, I ran fast.

Otherwise, it will definitely be severely punished.

The operation of Grundfos has had a far-reaching impact. The price of food has collapsed, and the people in the firefighting area will starve into zombies.

But this matter actually has little impact on the people in the market. People who can live in the market are generally very rich, and setting up street stalls here is not something you can set up if you want.

Even if the food reserves in other places are in a hurry, the controlling forces in the major regions will give priority to passing the food resources to the market area. There is the safest security force here, which is enough to make wandering beggars and scavengers daunting.

Therefore, most of the residents in the market don't know the outside world. If the food is more expensive, they can afford it.

Lynn is no exception.

But Lin En couldn't help but think of Ban Wen again.

Although he lived in the market, he was engulfed by this wave. After the capital chain was broken, his career also collapsed, and he finally fell to pieces.

It is now missing.

"...a grain of sand of the times is a mountain on everyone's shoulders."

Lynn shook his head,

A sense of urgency was felt.

The museum was closed that afternoon, and he started sandbags in the yard.

As the saying goes, the fist is faster within seven steps, and the spear is faster beyond seven steps.

Weapons cannot be upgraded iteratively, so you can only learn a little external things in order to improve your physical fitness.

punch out,
"boom!"

Lynn felt a pain.

The skin rubbed a bit.

After shaking his numb hands, Lynn saw a line of subtitles appearing in the corner of his field of vision.

[Fighting - hand-to-hand combat: exp+1]

Lynn licked his lips.

The sensor was connected to the surface of the sandbag, punched again, and the force of the punch was measured.

65 kg.

His current heavy punch is at this level.

Just a little better than normal.

There are specializations in the art industry. Although daily exercise can significantly improve a person's physical strength, it cannot greatly improve the level of strength in fighting.

This hidden danger will be erased immediately.

And the other side.

Anton Prosthetic Body Shop.

Anton and his apprentices lay by the window, pointing at Lynn who was punching sandbags in the yard.

After the price cut turmoil ended, Lynn was completely missed by these two people.

This is the current effect of paparazzi shooting stars.

"...Master, you said this Lin En is very good, what kind of sandbagging is he?" The apprentice scratched his head.

"...Outsiders are all like this, with simple minds and well-developed limbs." Anton snorted coldly. The more he looked at Lin En these days, the more he disliked him.

The roots of my teeth itch with hatred, but I still have to greet him with a smile.

He said he looked down on foreigners,
But he himself actually moved into the market decades ago.

Not counting the authentic market people.

The apprentice nodded, "...However, he might have been a mercenary before. Judging by the strength of his punches, he really looks like a trainer."

The two looked along.

The strength of Lin En's punches has been raised to a higher level, and the posture of the force is also smooth and smooth.

Looks like it just finished warming up.

"What's the use of that."

Anton sneered: "There are rules in this market, even the Lizard Gang can't just say what they want."

"Furthermore, it is impossible for a human body to compete with mechanical prosthetics. Although my bones are old, as long as I install a modified prosthetic for you, you can't be much weaker than him.

Even if he exercises again, what can he do? Is he really planning to go out and fight those poor ghosts? "

Anton's eyes flickered.

He was just telling the truth.

Decades ago, he also had a bumpy schooling experience. By chance, he became an apprentice of a distinguished technical secondary school student.

He has been squeezed out of the labor force for decades, but he still does not give up stealing knowledge. He successfully survived his classmates and masters, and inherited a part of the property.

He went through a lot of hardships to learn such a state, moved to the market, worked hard in the market, and finally gained a foothold.

What for?
For this stable environment.

Although the old street has been murdered, it is an old street after all, and no one is watching. In the past few decades, there have been countless major incidents in the old street.

But the bazaar is still the bazaar.

(End of this chapter)