latent body

Chapter 2 The Scavenger

This thing is heavy and expensive.

Roughly estimated, at least ten silver dollars can be exchanged.

Gold and silver were hard currencies in the old days, and they are the same now.

Everyone wants good things, and the scavengers swarming from all around coincidentally stare at this robotic arm that is falling rapidly from high altitude.

"Get out, get out of here! No one is allowed to snatch it from me! Otherwise, I will chop him up!"

A scavenger over four meters tall let out a thunderous roar.

He has a triangular spider-like mechanical body installed on his lower body, and it looks extremely flexible when running in the ruins.The left arm is equipped with a giant engineering hook and a two-meter-long double-sided battle ax, and the right arm has a special human-like mechanical claw with a knuckle length of [-] cm.

Regardless of its own combat effectiveness or grasping ability, it has reached an astonishing level.

Although English is used, all scavengers are equipped with automatic language translators, so the meaning of the expression is clear to everyone.

As soon as the words fell, there were heavy and continuous crashes directly in front of the ground.

"Whoa!"

"bang"

"Clang"

These high-altitude falling objects are full of weight, stirring up bursts of flying and choking dust on the ground.The small pieces mixed in made a "jingle clang" collision, and countless unknown light substances were flying in all directions.

The white square in the sky disappeared.

The sky returned to darkness like ink and paint.

The red shimmer is long gone.Sawtooth rats and hyenas fled frantically from this terrifying and ferocious area at the highest speed they could achieve.Although human beings belong to their range of predation, these scavengers in front of them are extremely terrifying in terms of strength and ferocity.

The tall spider man grabbed the heavy mechanical arm with his giant claws, dragging it out of the messy pile of ruins regardless of everything.

A stout old man stepped in his way and snapped, "Davis, put down what you're holding."

A nearby shimmer of bright green illuminated Spider-Man's white skin, which was incompatible with most people, and his head of dazzling, shiny blond hair.Without the slightest fear, he raised the assembled tomahawk on his left arm high, with a ferocious and unstoppable tyranny on his face, and slashed towards the target like a mountain pressing down on him.

"Get out, let him get out!"

The old man's lower body is a pair of tapered mechanical feet. These mechanical joints, which are more than two meters long, bend backward like a bird, with surprising flexibility.He cursed uncleanly, but he didn't dare to face it head-on, so he had to avoid it sideways. At the same time, the [-]mm gun muzzle installed on his waist sprayed out flames and fired a powerful grenade towards Davis.

The moment the cannon was fired, the old man was filled with regret.

Shells and bullets are precious things.The value of this shell is equivalent to a quarter of that engineering mechanical arm.If he hadn't been forced to stand right on the attacking surface of Davis's tomahawk, he would never have taken out his private work at the bottom of the box and shot at this damned target anyway.

The distance was too close, and Davis charged so hard that it was impossible to avoid it.The only thing he can do is to slightly retract the battle ax in the air, and use the wide cross-section of the ax blade to block the shells.

"boom!"

Brilliant flames exploded in the air, and the violent explosion shock wave quickly spread around Davis centered on it, illuminating countless greedy faces all around.

The tomahawk twisted into a strange obtuse angle, Davis instantly lost his hearing, and his mind was filled with a terrible "humming" sound.Worse, the left half of the head was sliced ​​off by flying shrapnel, and the left eye protruded from the eye socket, with a few slender wires and bright red biological tissue dangling on the bridge of the nose. The skull was blown away, about the size of an adult's palm, and the white, worm-like brain could be seen from a distance.

The burly and tall body crashed to the ground, thick blood froth flowed out of his mouth, and the steel claw on his right arm firmly grasped the engineering mechanical arm, refusing to let go even if he died.

There were exclamations one after another immediately in the darkness.

"This guy turned out to be an incompletely modified body, and his head is the weak point."

"Hack him, chop off his head."

"Give me his brain, at least the amount of two silver horns."

"I want his right hand."

"The right hand is mine, whoever snatches me will kill him!"

Scavengers have their own secrets, but no matter who they are, the biggest secret is the heart and brain.Protecting the vitals of the body means the chance of survival. Many people look normal on the outside, but in fact the upper body is completely composed of machines. The brain and heart are protected by alloy shells, which can be installed on the lower part of the body, on the waist, or even on the knee joints and elbows.

They are a combination of biology and machinery.

Pure blood humans simply cannot survive in this world.

They are so soft that a single punch can kill.

The old man was the closest. He took two consecutive vertical leaps with ostrich-like steps, and jumped steadily to the side of the half-dead Davis. With extreme excitement and impatience, he pulled out the saber on his back, sucked in the wet and cold air, and slashed at Davis's right arm.

Only by cutting off the steel claw can the engineering mechanical arm be taken away.

"Old bastard, it's mine, don't grab it."

"Chop him!"

"You leave me with everything including people and things."

More than a dozen black shadows rushed over from different directions, two spears flew from the side, one pierced the old man's upper body, and the other passed through his waist, just forming an angle, and the three-meter-long gun handle trembled up and down in the air with the force of inertia.

With a scream, he let go of the saber, grabbed the spear pierced into his upper body with both hands and pulled it out desperately, and ran towards the distance without turning his head.

There are no laws in this world.

Scavengers come to this kind of place to collect money.Now that he has lost the opportunity, he can only run away as fast as possible.Otherwise, those hyena-like guys would swarm up, and it would be impossible for them to survive.

Davis's head was severed from the neck by a scavenger in black. He picked up the booty from the ground with a grinning grin, put it in the glove box on his back, turned around and ran into the darkness at an extremely fast speed.

Human brains can be sold for a good price, especially for such a burly man of fighting type, the head is worth at least two silver coins.

Please note that it is a silver coin, not a silver horn.

Liao Qiu looked at the direction in which the man in black disappeared, and regretfully stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips, and said enviously, "That guy is really lucky."

Ling Zihan shook his head, he had an unusual calmness: "Don't think about it, those things are not something we can touch. They have a large number of people, they have a higher degree of transformation than us, and their strength is very strong. We are not opponents."

Turning around, looking at the high-altitude parabola like a hill in front of him, Ling Zihan said flatly: "Let's be honest and see what is available, maybe we can find a good one."

There is a lot of material falling from the sky, all kinds of garbage and waste.

All kinds of discarded metal objects, wreckage of vehicles, old furniture and small appliances, tattered fabrics, plastic products...

There are even used sanitary napkins.

All can be recycled.

Taking sanitary napkins as an example, as long as they are torn apart and the flocculent soft parts that are dry and not stained by blood are collected, they can be sold to merchants in towns and cities.After simple reprocessing, adding a layer of clean-looking cover paper and essential packaging, they can be placed on supermarket shelves for sale.

Important positions on the garbage mountain have been taken by other scavengers.

There are several gangs in this area. Every time they drop goods in the sky, they will occupy reasonable terrain in advance and take away the most valuable goods.

Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu are just children in front of them, as long as the action of picking up garbage is not too big, the quality of the goods picked up is average, and the leader of the gang doesn't bother to care.

Small fish and shrimp have their own way of life.

More than ten minutes passed, and the backpacks of Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu were half full.

"Okay, that's about it, let's go!" Ling Zihan fastened the strap of the backpack, raised his hand and patted Liao Qiu's shoulder lightly.

The backpack is made of blackthorn vine.It is a drought-tolerant plant that grows commonly in the underground world.The toughness of the rattan is very good. After being cut, the outer skin is peeled off, and synthetic materials are added to tan it to form a jute-like material, which can then be woven and sewn to make backpacks or clothes.

There is absolutely no greed in this kind of place.

If the backpack is too full, the gang members guarding the garbage mountain will definitely come to stop it. At that time, not only will they have to leave the contents in their pockets, but they may even anger the other party, leaving two fresh heads for nothing.

It is possible to kill in this world, but there are corresponding rules for when and how to kill.

For example, Davis, who had just been dismembered, and the old man who wanted to own the robotic arm, would not have been attacked by scavengers if they hadn't been too publicized and made public outrage.

Just as he was about to leave, Ling Zihan suddenly turned around and took a deep look at the bottom of the rubbish mountain more than ten meters away.

It seemed to him that there was something there.

This feeling is very strange, as if he glanced at some object accidentally, leaving a vague impression in his mind, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Liao Qiu touched him with his shoulder: "Let's go!"

"Wait." Ling Zihan frowned and stood still.

Liao Qiu asked strangely, "What are you thinking about?"

Ling Zihan didn't explain.

He stared intently in that direction.

After a few seconds, he bent down like a nimble wild cat through the ruins of reinforced concrete and came to the bottom of the garbage mountain.

On the shadowed ground lay a dirty rag.

To be precise, it was a tattered men's jacket.The left sleeve was probably torn when it was thrown in the air, and the rest was soaked in a dirty puddle, looking like a useless discard.

Ling Zihan bent down and picked up the soaked rag, held it in his hand without any disguise, turned and left.

That's the only way you won't attract attention.

Liao Qiu followed closely behind and asked curiously, "Why do you want this thing?"

"Use it as a rag." Ling Zihan's answer was completely logical and impeccable.

(End of this chapter)