I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland.

Chapter 192 Chapter 0187: Talent Market and Bird Aircraft [Please subscribe]

The Old East Talent Market is an interesting place.

The technicians active here are veterans who know how to survive in the wasteland.

It is said that a few years ago, Roche Machinery Industry's research on the fourth-generation intelligent combat robot platform was blocked.

Soon after, Roche offered a hefty reward for a solution to the technology.

The person who won the reward at that time was a little-known middle-aged mechanic from the Old Oriental Market.

It was only later that I learned that the mechanic was a talented researcher at a first-class mechanical design institute in the south before the war.

He became a third-level professor at a young age.

He came to the surface early due to an accident in the shelter.

In the process of moving around multiple forces, we finally arrived at the Golden Sunshine District.

Now it has become the mainstay in the field of intelligent combat robots in Roche Machinery Industry.

This incident caused the four major consortiums to conduct repeated investigations and investigations into the talent market in the Old East.

I actually found a few guys with excellent skills.

Therefore, it is indeed appropriate to describe this place as "a mixed bag of fish and dragons."

There are a lot of guys fishing in troubled waters here, and there are also a lot of talented people with real skills.

As for the top researchers who can carry the weight, they have basically been scooped up by the four major consortiums.

However, the Old Oriental Talent Market can still be regarded as the most powerful technical talent center in Golden Sunshine Street that is not led by a consortium.

A complete industrial chain has been formed here.

A series of needs such as employment, processing, and technical rewards can be met.

The market is overseen by a neighborhood committee.

For all hiring tasks, the employer must pay a considerable deposit based on the ability assessment level of those technicians.

This is to ensure that the employees will not be taken away directly.

Rosen wore a bulletproof mask and announced technical bounties directly in the lobby.

Detailed installation drawings of the helium-deuterium fusion engine are requested.

The reward is 500 energy units of Dark Crystal.

The cost of the information formula is 5 dark crystal points per day.

After paying 520 dark crystal points to the staff, the information and communication codes he left were registered.

The communication code he left was Ottok's.

If someone accepts the commission, Ottok will be asked to help verify and obtain the drawings.

The helium-deuterium fusion generator was considered the most complete mass-produced model before the war.

Except for the difference in size, model and power, the installation steps and main structure are basically the same.

He didn't mean to hide.

Because there are all kinds of technical bounties and commissions here.

There are many screens inside and outside the hall, and a large amount of information is being refreshed and scrolled on them.

In addition, there are multiple terminals for quick inquiries by registered technicians.

After registering the reward, Rosen glanced at the big screen several times.

I discovered that there was actually a reward for antiproton magnetic confinement technology.

This was the most important core technology in the antimatter engines used on pre-war space carriers and high-speed space vehicles.

It was the breakthrough of this technology that officially entered the atomic rocket era before the war.

A vehicle equipped with the relevant engines could reach Mars in just seven weeks.

Together with the space elevator, it is a ladder into the interstellar age.

It is precisely because of breakthroughs in aerospace technology and the reduction in launch costs that the space weapon "God's Stick" was finally successfully finalized.

And many current beam energy weapons and plasma weapons are associated with different types of magnetic confinement technology.

Antiproton magnetic confinement was a top-secret technology before the war.

The three major forces are keeping a tight grip.

But after the Great Destruction, anything is possible.

What was once a confidentiality agreement has become a piece of nonsense and has no binding force at all.

Rosen saw that the reward was as high as two million dark crystals.

This money needs to be actually paid.

There are 697 days remaining in the publicity period.

I don’t know which boss issued the reward.

In addition, there are many bounties with a reward of more than [-] dark crystals.

Rosen was amazed by all this.

His request was nothing in comparison.

After handling this matter, Rosen stepped out of the Old Oriental Talent Market.

There is a small square opposite it.

Inside are various caravans and stalls.

The people wandering there are basically mercenaries and adventurers.

The smell of grass is quite strong.

Everywhere you can see strong men with weapons hanging on their waists, waving their arms and bargaining.

There are also slim women with heavy punk makeup and eye-catching eye shadow squatting on the roadside, looking at the passing travelers with eyes like poisonous snakes.

The tight leather jacket and chest wrap perfectly show off her career line.

The enchanting squatting posture makes the roundness behind her extremely eye-catching.

The mercenaries passing by swallowed their saliva silently, but no one dared to strike up a conversation.

Women who can survive alone in the wasteland are often more difficult to deal with than those men.

This is the tacit consensus of almost all survivors.

Occasionally, there would be several mutated hounds the size of calves held by one hand on a black chain, and green-skinned mutants wearing heavy composite armor would parade through the city.

They are tall and their heads are much higher than those caravans.

But the ones with the most eye-catching effect are those "lucky ones" who endured huge amounts of radiation but did not die. They carried huge pustules and became walking sources of radiation.

Like mutants, this group of aberrants can walk freely in the radiation zone without the need for radiation elimination.

This change turns them into monster-like beings.

But it also brings some benefits.

For example, these guys have almost no risk of death when injected with genetic enhancement agents.

Excessive radiation caused their cells to absorb energy and produce unknown mutations. Their tolerance was greatly increased, and they became existences that even the FEV virus could not kill.

Wherever they passed, everyone's BP began to automatically inject phosphorin...

But no one dared to say anything for fear of getting into trouble.

These "radiated people" are crazier than mad dogs, and they are all desperate people.

“Golden Sunshine Street is really tolerant.”

Rosen sighed in his heart.

Even though this is just the outer circle of the neighborhood, such a scene is enough to show that Jin Yangguang is tolerant.

Speaking of which, he hasn't been to the inner circle yet and doesn't know much about the situation there.

Because the outer circle can meet [-]% of Rosen's needs.

It wasn't these various wastelanders that caught Rosen's attention.

It was the warm greeting in the middle of the square.

"rare!"

“For sale is a high-quality Bird DⅡ two-seater rotorcraft!”

"The maximum take-off weight is 6.9 tons, the maximum flight altitude is 7500 meters, and the maximum speed is 480 kilometers per hour..."

“Passing by, don’t miss it!”

Aircraft are rare items in the wasteland.

Not because it's rare, but because the aircraft's positioning is awkward.

High-end aircraft, such as the neighborhood's Magic Eagle, and pre-war advanced combat aircraft are the secret trump cards of each major settlement.

And a single-person aircraft like this cannot be said to be useless, it can only be said to be of little use.

There are flying alien species in the sky.

If you want to fly freely, you must either be equipped with powerful force, or you must have a cruising altitude of more than [-] meters, neither of which is what this small rotor helicopter can achieve.

If it flies at a low altitude, all kinds of malicious predators in the wasteland will most likely destroy it with their hands.

So even though the seller shouted so hard, most of the people at the scene were eating and watching the show, and only a few people planned to buy it, because this thing is not cheap.

The price of [-] dark crystals can buy almost twenty half-track trucks in average condition.

But Rosen was interested.

Take it to the Bahuang Realm, it will be suitable for use.

As for things like technology leaks, it doesn't matter at all. For the locals in Tianqing, many of the novelties brought by foreigners are new to them.

This is true for everything from electric lights to steam trains.

In the absence of knowledge, there is almost no difference between the rotorcraft and the above-mentioned things in the eyes of the Tianqing aborigines.

Foreigners may be able to see some clues.

But technology cannot be learned just by looking at it.

There is no such low threshold to take for granted.

In the absence of technical background, even if the "natives" of the Eight Wilderness Realms obtain samples, the gains they can get from dismantling them will be limited.

There may still be situations where it can be disassembled but not installed.

Only the materials used in those parts would normally require a [-]-year-old technology tree to be cracked.

In the final analysis, Lawson is the source of the intersection of the two worlds.

He only needs to control the interaction progress between the Eight Wastelands and the Wasteland World.

Even if a comprehensive change is to be initiated, it cannot be accomplished overnight.

Therefore, Rosen did not hesitate to introduce technological equipment.

There is nothing wrong with being cautious.

But if you are overly cautious, even to the point of fear, you will deviate from your original intention.

With this thought in mind, Rosen couldn't help but join the crowd of onlookers.

Wearing the Z3 exoskeleton, he used brute force to squeeze into the innermost position, causing a lot of curses.

But honey, this is the wasteland.

A small helicopter can be seen parked in the field.

A typical side-by-side double cabin is less than 5 meters long from end to end, which is about the same as a car.

It is shaped like a water drop, with twin rotors above and an embedded tail rotor at the end.

In addition, Rosen also saw the nozzles of four small scroll engines.

At the bottom are the landing support frame and pylon.

Thanks to the engine technology, its take-off weight is not low.

If it is forced, it can also mount a few heavy-duty aerial bombs.

If possible, adding a reconnaissance pod would be more perfect.

The seller was a balding middle-aged man with scars on his face, as if he had been whipped.

Next to him stood a young man wearing a pilot's helmet, and two guys dressed as bodyguards stood behind him carrying saboteur rifles.
  The rotor of this aircraft is currently in a folded and stored state.

Any flatbed truck can be used to tow it away.

"One hundred thousand dark crystals! Comes with four 20CM diameter nuclear fusion cores!"

The seller shouted with a hand-held megaphone while spitting.

But there were very few responders.

“Does it have a sonic bird repeller?”

An elite wastelander wearing a polymer armor and carrying a Gauss rifle asked proactively.

The seller hesitated for a moment, then shook his head in embarrassment.

If it was equipped with a bird repeller that could repel ordinary small flying alien species, then this helicopter would be somewhat attractive.

"Then you still dare to sell one hundred thousand dark crystals!"

"The starting price of the small four-arm rotorcraft equipped with a sonic bird repeller at the Sioux City Survivor League auction some time ago was only [-] dark crystals."

"The final transaction price was [-] dark crystals."

"But its take-off weight reaches 27 tons, and its performance in all aspects is much stronger than that of a little bird like you!"

This wastelander is obviously a knowledgeable guy.

These words made the seller unable to stand immediately, with a look of anger on his face.

"You know shit!"

"This is a brand new product found in the warehouse outside the East Bay Nuclear Power Plant!"

"For routine maintenance and aerial monitoring."

“Nearly all its parts are brand new!”

Rosen, who was standing nearby and watching, felt something in his heart.

"East Bay Nuclear Power Plant..."

Helium-deuterium fusion generators are many times more efficient than conventional nuclear fusion core generators.

The difficulty is that helium-deuterium fuel rods are difficult to handle.

The Yue Helium bases of the major forces have long since lost contact after the great devastation.

There is currently an energy surplus in the wasteland.

Relying on the resources left before the war, various energy sources can basically meet consumption.

Including dark crystal itself is a new energy source.

However, among all current forms of energy, the one with the highest efficiency and the most stable output is the fusion generator, and production is inseparable from a stable energy supply.

The East Bay Nuclear Power Plant must have relevant materials.

I just don’t know if it was completely looted.

Nuclear power plants are generally high-risk locations, and if you are lucky, you may still have a chance.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a step forward and spoke proactively.

"The price of one hundred thousand dark crystals is indeed too expensive."

"If the price were more sincere, maybe I would consider buying it."

He crossed his arms across his chest and said with great enthusiasm.

The seller, who was still trying to argue with the wastelander before, immediately changed his face to a smile.

"How much do you think it is?"

Rosen's outfit is pretty good and he should have some financial resources.

Outsiders are not allowed to wear power armor in the neighborhood.

Better exoskeletons are the best configuration for individual soldiers.

Rosen smiled.

"I'm not used to negotiating prices in public."

The hint in his words was obvious, and the seller immediately raised his eyebrows.

Knowing that this might be possible.

He quickly called his men to look at the gyroplane, and he planned to take Rosen to a nearby bar to talk.

The wastelander who jumped out before sighed and shook his head.

He stared at Rosen with the pity of looking at a wronged person.

Unexpectedly, Rosenruo turned around and glanced at him.

"brother."

"I'm interested in flying machines."

"It can be seen that you are very familiar with this information."

"If you don't mind, come for a drink later?"

"My treat."

He can be seen smiling through the opening of the bulletproof mask.

Rosen's words made the guy startled. He hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"can."

Then the two exchanged communication codes, and Rosen left with the seller.

The wastelander tilted his head and seemed confused.

There was a lot of discussion at the scene, and everyone looked at Rosen who was leaving with various eyes.

Among them are some scouts who have been stationed in neighborhoods by predator gangs.

But when they saw Rosen's neat equipment, they were hesitant.

Bully the weak and fear the strong, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Unconsciously, Rosen was considered a tough guy in this outer circle.

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