I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

It’s been less than a day since Rosen’s last deal with Golden Ears ended.

At this time, a communication was sent on the 7th. What could happen?

After thinking for a moment, Rosen chose to answer the call.

"Is there a problem?"

he asked straight to the point.

The slightly exaggerated voice of Commissioner No. 7 came out from BP immediately.

"Thank God, you haven't left the communication range of Golden Sunshine Block yet."

It was obvious that he had tried to initiate communication while Rosen was away.

But that is doomed to be in vain.

Because electromagnetic waves cannot cross the isolation of dimensions to send communication requests to the Eight Desolate Realms.

Immediately afterwards, Commissioner No. 7 added.

"Mr. Zhang, I have brought you good news!"

Now Rosen gets a headache hearing this guy say "good news."

To be fair, Golden Ear Bar is indeed a fairly reliable partner.

But the Commissioner No. 7 who interacts with him is a guy who likes to be smart.

This resulted in Rosen always having to be very alert when contacting and communicating with him.

I was afraid that I would be fooled by that guy accidentally.

"I would like to reserve my opinion on the 'good news' you talk about."

He raised his hand and took off his bulletproof mask, shook his head and replied.

"Hahaha…"

Commissioner No. 7 smiled awkwardly, and then his tone became serious.

"This time there's new news about power armor."

“And it’s a paid scoop.”

"How about it, are you interested?"

"After Golden Ear's intelligence library received this piece of information marked A-level, I immediately used my specialist authority to temporarily freeze it."

"If you are interested, this information will be sold to you first, and the information will be kept for one week."

After hearing the news that it was a fee, Rosen finally became somewhat interested.

All information and intelligence have clear timeliness.

The only difference lies in the length or shortness of the time limit change.

The Golden Ear Bar both collects and sells information.

As for information with a clearer direction, there will be a preservation period.

If Rosen purchased the information, it would be exclusive to him for the next week.

However, when the preservation period is over, the Golden Ear Tavern will sell it to the second customer at a reduced price.

And so on.

Therefore, information is most valuable when it is first-hand.

The further back you go, the less valuable it becomes, and the more people know about it.

According to such information sales rules, Golden Ear can maximize the interests of the intelligence industry.

Of course, as for how to ensure the exclusivity of information, Golden Ears has its own special methods.

This kind of inside information is not accessible to Rosen.

After a brief pause, he asked.

"How much?"

"3000 dark crystals, fixed price."

Commissioner No. 7 answered quickly.

The price is not cheap.

But the more so, the more proof that this information should be true.

"I bought it, you can help me with the money first."

"New shipments will arrive in a few days, and they will be deducted from the transaction amount at that time."

Rosen still had ten thousand dark crystals left on his body. He had other uses for the money, so he had to keep it with him first.

His words silenced Commissioner No. 7 for a few seconds.

"Oh, there's really nothing we can do about you."

"I wonder if you are free now?"

"I'll send you the information."

"You will realize that this information is worth every penny!"

Commissioner No. 7 finally agreed.

Considering that Rosen had already done business with Golden Ear for nearly 100,000 dark crystals.

Moreover, he still has a secret entrusted contract that has not been fulfilled.

Between emotion and reason, between public and private, both parties have interests bound together.

The corners of Rosen's mouth curved slightly.

"hope so."

"I'm busy now."

"Wait until I contact you again."

"We will meet in the small suite I rented then."

The person on No. 7 has delivered equipment before, so he naturally understands where the place he is talking about is.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

"We will discuss the specific matters in person."

After a few simple answers, Rosen hung up the communication.

He has been coveting power armor for a long time.

Steel is a man's romance, and this is also the ideal of most wastelanders.

The information worth 3,000 dark crystals is somewhat famous after all.

After standing there and pondering for a while, he decided to leave the suspenseful blind box until he met No. 7 before opening it.

Now it's time to go find the dual mechanic with Otok.

After completing the transformation of the androids into weapons, his preparations will come to an end.

…

When Rosen came to the street with a group of Xiaowei No. 1 and mechanical detection dogs.

Ottok leaned casually against the signal pole on the street.

The man who was built like a violent bear was inserting magazines filled with orange-yellow bullets into the armed belt around his waist, and then put on a pair of mechanical arm guards.

He carries a saboteur rifle behind him and an M410 squad machine gun slung on a sling in front of him.

A small box of 150 rounds of ammunition was hung on each waist.

The bullet chain was pulled roughly on both sides.

This guy's expression was still dull, but he seemed particularly meticulous in his preparations.

Even Otok himself had two surprisingly large-caliber revolvers on his waist.

"Awaited."

Rosen was confused, but he didn't say anything and took the initiative to say hello to Ottok.

Because the communication on the 7th made him a few minutes late.

"Hahahaha, it doesn't matter."

Ottok laughed and waved his hands.

Every move of this seemingly gentle middle-aged man reveals a reckless and unruly temperament.

"Are you preparing weapons?"

Rosen glanced at the squad machine gun in the sluggish man's hand and asked directly.

In this regard, Ottok had no intention of covering up.

"Yes."

"It's a bit of a mess where that brat is."

"You'd better put the belt in the rapid-fire machine gun too."

Otok opened the cigarette case on the side, took out a pipe and put it into his mouth.

Then he grabbed a handful of shredded tobacco made from mutated tobacco leaves, stuffed it into the pipe, pressed it, and lit it.

He took a puff and blew out a beautiful breath of strong-smelling smoke.

Rosen is currently fully armed.

This Z2 urban garrison exoskeleton is not only equipped with a spray module, but also carries an ammunition box.

As long as the ammunition chain is connected, the weapon module on his right arm can immediately unleash its power.

It seemed that he saw Rosen's doubts.

Ottok, who took a few puffs of strong cigarettes, narrowed his eyes and said again.

"If you feel in danger."

"I can recommend others to you, too."

"But you have to make two trips. After all, there are not many talents with dual skills in electronic technology and mechanics."

"And that kid is the most talented mechanic I've ever seen."

"Some of the gadgets he DIYed even exceeded the pre-war level in terms of practicality."

"And all he had was a crude set of small manual machine tools."

It can be seen that Otok is very optimistic about the "little devil" he calls.

Considering that both parties are about to have an arms purchase order worth hundreds of thousands of dark crystals.

Rosen didn't think Otok would harm him.

Even when he is in danger, I'm afraid Ottok will be more anxious than him.

At this time, he didn't look panicked.

Carrying weapons is also to be prepared.

Naturally, Rosen would not be deterred by this.

"Then let's go."

He smoothly inserted the bullet chain extending from the ammunition box into the slot of the triangular rapid-fire machine gun.

The crisp riveting sound represents the power of death.

…

ten minutes later.

Rosen got into an old modified truck.

The torquey Black Crystal engine emits little vibration or growl.

This can minimize the probability of attracting ghouls and alien species.

This world had a variety of advanced vehicles before the war.

Including maglev road network, underground aerial rails, aircraft equipped with fusion engines and propelled by non-working fluids, etc.

But after the Great Destruction, the most reliable vehicles are the vehicles with strong and durable leather and fewer electronic components.

It was Ottok himself who was driving.

His big, stupid subordinate was sitting in the passenger seat, still holding the squad machine gun in his hand, staring straight ahead.

Rosen sat in the uncomfortable back seat and looked out with interest through the dirt-stained car window.

In this world that gradually withered and was reborn, the desolate land was filled with loneliness.

The ruins formed by the collapse of buildings are like tombs of different sizes, commemorating the passing civilization.

When the surface is covered with sand, dust and dirt, it looks like raised hills from a distance.

The Xiaowei bionics and mechanical dogs were all stuffed into the truck bed, and covered with a lead mesh tarpaulin.

Ottok's truck has been modified with a thick C-shaped steel plate and metal rams on the front.

The wheel axles are equipped with spikes to strangle the corpses blocking the road.

Steel mesh is welded to the windshield and windows.

There is no doubt that this is a vehicle specially prepared for traveling in the wasteland.

At this time, they were heading to the west of Jinyangguang District.

There is a camp called "Iron Tomb" more than thirty kilometers away from the neighborhood.

There are machine shops and smelting workshops.

Many scavengers who specialize in recycling metal materials choose to bring their items to the Iron Tomb for sale.

There is a large machinery waste dump not far from the camp.

It is said that there are tens of thousands of cubic meters of mechanical waste there.

Compared to the Golden Sunshine District, the entire Iron Tomb Camp is a relatively chaotic place.

There are about three to four thousand people permanently stationed there.

The mechanical products produced in the camp are mainly supplied to the Golden Sunshine Block.

Many raiders nearby also regard it as a temporary supply point.

That's why you need to have weapons ready.

But it's only relatively dangerous there, not absolutely dangerous.

Ottok comes often, and from time to time he can receive good pre-war goods found in the ruins at the Iron Grave Camp.

A distance of more than thirty kilometers was nothing before the war, but now it is not an easy journey.

Trucks need to take frequent detours to avoid terrain obstacles such as gravel and craters.

Occasionally, a hungry ghoul would rush towards the truck from the side of the road.

Then it was instantly smashed into pieces by the knife wheels on both sides.

Minced meat and blood spattered on the truck, adding an even more ferocious look to the dirty wasteland vehicle.

…

If nothing else, there will be another update later tonight.