I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

He had just finished bragging with Rosen not long ago.

It means that the chief officer of the Iron Tomb Camp is his friend.

I didn’t expect to be slapped in the face now.

The Iron Tomb camp was taken over by new forces.

Oil engine gang?

Just by hearing the name, you can tell that it is not a serious force.

It is estimated that they are a gang of Bosozoku plunderers from around Shenhai.

The Iron Grave Camp is quite special. It is about the same size as a pre-war town.

Relying on the "three knives" of metal recycling, smelting, and mechanical processing, it has become one of the many cooperative camps in the Golden Sunshine District.

But the relationship between it and Jin Yangguang is not that of superior and subordinate.

To be honest, there are four major consortiums in the Golden Sunshine District, which are industrial consortiums that have inherited part of the pre-war industrial foundation.

Moreover, the industries of the four major consortiums do not conflict and can complement each other in certain areas.

Only through this can the Golden Sunshine Street District become bigger.

Against this background, the mechanical craftsmanship of the Iron Tomb Camp is not bad.

But Roche Machinery Industry's strength is still stronger.

After all, it inherited the resources of the pre-war Atomic Machinery Factory, if it were not limited by raw materials and overall demand.

Luo's industrial potential is far from comparable to post-war wild roads like the Iron Tomb Camp.

As a result, Irongrave Camp became more of a loosely organized workshop camp over the years.

The occupying forces will not interfere with the normal operations of the camp.

It only takes over defense and order in name only, and collects "tickets", that is, camp admission fees.

They have a cooperative relationship with the workshop owners in the camp.

Speaking of which, Chief Lu Ting, the old friend mentioned by Otok, entered the camp through violent means.

Now this oil machine gang has just repeated this process.

Trade is the blood of civilization.

Compared to the nomadic raiding mode of the predators.

Building industries and camps is like planting a cash cow, with lower risks and a steady stream of money.

But what makes Ottok feel bad is the high entry fee of 100 dark crystals.

It turns out that the entry fee levied by the Iron Tomb Camp for traveling merchants was only 30 dark crystals.

And as long as you get a little familiar with it, you can get free "tickets".

This oil machine rampage group offered such a high price as soon as they entered the Iron Grave Camp.

It is enough to show that this is a relatively greedy force.

Ottok regretted coming.

His thoughts turned, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

At this point, even if you want to turn around and leave, it won't work.

If they encounter someone who doesn't follow the rules, these guards will probably take action immediately.

"Ok, no problem."

"Guys, wait a moment. I'll go back to the car to get the Dark Crystal."

Ottok replied with a smile, and then got into the car again.

The gangster guards did not put down their aimed guns just because of his words.

Rosen even discovered that the 20mm cannons on several nearby machine gun towers were also aimed at them.

It only takes one or two shots of that thing to blow up their truck.

"In trouble?"

Rosen asked with a half-smile.

Through several contacts, he found that Black Blade Otok had an extroverted personality and was carefree and informal.

Unlike Commissioner No. 7 of the Golden Ear Bar, who has so many calculating thoughts.

This kind of person is easy to get along with, but there are also disadvantages.

That is to do things by patting your head frequently.

When you are in trouble, you can only find ways to deal with them.

Such character traits are not a good thing in the wasteland.

But as a weapons dealer, his straightforward and straightforward personality is a bonus.

Rosen's words made his eyelids twitch slightly.

"No...it's not a problem."

"Just a bunch of greedy guys."

"It's okay, I often deal with people like this."

Ottok took out a dark crystal from the armrest box that was estimated to have more than 120 energy units.

Having a carefree personality doesn't mean he has no brains.

In fact, he is much more tactful and knowledgeable than Rosen in terms of interpersonal communication in the wasteland.

Just pay the money and settle the matter obediently, and wait until we enter the camp.

Holding the Dark Crystal, Ottok handed it into the hands of the guard.

The leading guard placed the dark crystal on the energy detector and scanned it.

"The extra energy units should be considered as a greeting gift for everyone."

"I often come to Iron Tomb Camp to do business, so I ask you to take good care of me in the future."

Ottok nodded and bowed.

He is the largest weapons dealer in the underground market in the Golden Sunshine District.

A mind that can appear calm in the face of any force.

But outside the city block, even if he is facing a minion, he will lower his stance as long as the opponent has a gun in his hand.

After being parachuted into the land of the Pan-Asian Federation for so many years, I have not learned how to adapt to bending and stretching.

More than twenty points of dark crystal is no longer a small amount.

Rosen, who was a scavenger before, only earned 3 to 5 energy units of Dark Crystal every day.

Seeing that Ottok was so wise, the guard captain smiled and nodded.

"Very well, Otok, I remember you."

"Next time, remember to bring some industrial alcohol from the neighborhood to the brothers."

“The camp bar was destroyed in the fighting the day before yesterday.

"This damn place."

"By the way, the old rules are still in place in the camp."

"You can carry sidearms in the workshop area, but when you leave after completing the transaction, you must pay a transaction tax of 5% of the total transaction value. This is the new rule set by our oil machine gang."

Captain Big Yellow Fang spat out thick phlegm and waved his hand.

The men in the rear lowered their guns, and the cannon on the machine gun tower also changed its direction.

The heavy metal horse was pulled apart by an electric winch.

"Five percent transaction tax?"

"This stinky shit!"

Ottok was smiling on the outside, but he was cursing in his heart.

Don’t underestimate this 5% tax.

For businessmen, it is an additional cost.

Even the Golden Sunshine District has adopted a tax-free policy for traveling merchants in order to maintain trade vitality.

Only 3% tax is charged on raw material transactions.

This bullshit oil machine outrageous group is talking about 5%, which is really outrageous.

However, based on the principle that one thing is worse than one thing less, Ottok does not want to cause unnecessary trouble here.

He got into the car obediently, restarted the engine, and drove into the camp through the passage given by the metal horse.

When he passed through the gate next to the concrete barrier, Otok found that the guards above had all changed.

Rosen, who was sitting in the back, crossed his arms and looked like it had nothing to do with him.

In fact, he noticed something was wrong before he even got close.

There are many signs of filling and repairs on the concrete barrier outside the camp.

That kind of crater-type damage cannot be left behind by zombies or alien species. Only the bombardment of fortification weapons can cause similar destructive effects.

After the truck drove into the camp, the Iron Tomb Bar, which was in a great location not far away, was reduced to scorched earth.

From time to time, you can see members of the Oil Machine Rage Group on the street.

There are also modified heavy-duty fuel locomotives.

The Iron Tomb Camp is roughly divided into two areas.

They are the workshop area with the largest area located outside the camp.

and a trading area established within the core area of ​​the camp.

The administrative center building is also integrated there.

But although it is said to be a building, it is actually a fortress building about five stories high.

At this moment, there is a huge flag on top of that fortress.

The flag depicts two heavy locomotives butting heads.

"It's really a bosozoku."

Ottok couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Nervous mechanical apprentices can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street.

The number of traveling merchants and scavengers who come here to make purchases is more than half less than usual.

But Otok breathed a sigh of relief.

Facts have proven that his speculation was correct.

The Oil Machine Rampage Group didn't do that kind of thing.

At least normal trade in the camp can still be carried out.

Rosen did not express any opinion on this, but silently observed the situation in the camp.

The calmest person in the car was undoubtedly the strong man sitting in the passenger seat, always holding the squad machine gun.

It was as if he had castrated his emotions and became focused and calm.

Skillfully drive the truck into the workshop area.

The workshop here is very simple and even semi-open.

You can directly see the machine tool filled with iron filings.

The ground was also covered with puddles of dark brown oil and grease.

When a sandstorm occurs, just pull up the thin folding iron door.

Unknown furnaces smelt metal.

High temperatures and pressures can turn most stubborn metals into a soft, hot liquid.

The metal raw materials recovered from the waste soil are piled in front of different furnaces in different categories.

There are also several types of scavengers.

Previously, Rosen mainly recycled components in small household appliances, including graphene chips and various rare earth materials.

Small quantity, low cost and low risk.

It is a small but refined loose model.

Another type of scavenger targets industrial materials that consume a lot of money.

Iron, aluminum, titanium, molybdenum, copper, lead, zinc, etc.

Such scavenger teams often have their own transport vehicles or animal-drawn vehicles such as two-headed oxen.

We are following the route of large quantity and full control.

It is no exaggeration to say that material recycling by scavengers is the main source of raw materials for these small workshops.

Even the workshops that sort and smelt materials are making a lot of money.

In addition to scavengers, there are two other ways to obtain raw materials in large workshops.

The first is to open up pre-war material warehouses and obtain pre-war reserves.

The second is to purchase from traveling merchants from mining areas.

Currently, a small number of mining areas with low difficulty in the wasteland have restored some of their output capabilities.

In fact, the above supply model is undoubtedly abnormal.

But with the population greatly reduced, the "garbage" in the wasteland is enough to feed today's survivors.

You must know that the current number of survivors is less than one percent of what it was before the war.

Even the "leftovers" left in the wasteland are more than enough to feed the current survivors as long as they are used properly.

This is a world where we don’t need to look at total numbers, only per capita.

And there are still countless shelters in the entire wasteland that have not been opened.

With cryo-sleep chamber technology, most shelters are set to have a long operating life.

They are hidden deep underground or in some strong pre-war fortifications.

The door, which is dozens of meters thick, cannot even be opened by nuclear weapons.

These shelters stock a large amount of technology and resources.

Taking Shenhai City as an example, whenever a silly blue-skinned person steps onto the surface, it means that a feast is about to take place.

Blueskins who retain pre-war thinking are easily deceived.

They have a sense of mission to restore order.

Therefore, it will become a delicious lamb in the mouth of the survivors.

Even though the world is so deformed, with backwardness and advancement coexisting, the power of industry always exists.

Just like this camp called Iron Tomb.

It is not only a tomb of steel, but also an industrial beast.

It is spitting out black smoke and producing countless mechanical creations, injecting the charm of iron and fire into this wasteland.

Seven or eight minutes later.

Ottok's truck was parked steadily in an open space outside an alley.

The arrival of the Oil Machine Rampage Group has made the workshop area slightly depressed.

After getting off the car, Otok walked in front, Rosen was in the middle, and the stupid guy holding a machine gun walked at the end.

The three of them entered the alley one after another.

There are many small workshops hidden here.

The scale is incomparable to what I saw when I came here.

So much so that Rosen saw that some mechanics didn't even have any work to do.

He was lying idle next to a small manual machine bed, wearing a "Dream" helmet on his head, immersed in the dream of virtual reality.

Soon, Ottok stopped in front of one of the small workshops in the alley.

There is a small shop here with an area of ​​less than 40 square meters.

A crude sign painted with paint hangs outside——

——[Steel Gear Machinery Workshop].

The store entrance is a mess, filled with mechanical junk and scattered screw accessories.

It’s easy to see at a glance inside the store.

There is only a smart furnace and a small manual machine tool.

There are several mechanical prosthetic limbs on the wall racks.

In addition, Rosen also saw several sets of exoskeleton frames with armor and hydraulic assist devices removed.

There was only one machinist in the shop, busy at the machine tool.

This guy looks short, only about 1.5 meters tall at most.

He wore goggles and a leather hood similar to a tank cap on his head.

Wearing an insulated cloak, he was operating it with concentration, just like a child laborer.

In a situation where colleagues in the alley are generally depressed, still having work is enough to prove their business ability.

"Dear little devil!"

"Your Uncle Otok brought you business!"

"Hurry and get three bottles of ice water beer to moisten your throat!"

The grinding noise of the machine tool covered up the sound of the three people's footsteps.

So Ottok stood at the door and shouted boldly.

I didn’t step into the store rashly.

Because there is a warning sign hanging at the door.

[There is a laser defense device in the processing area, please do not step in during operation]

…

This looks like a store, but is actually a workshop.

Although the scale is pitifully small.

Hearing Ottok's voice, the mechanic with his back facing away silently raised his middle finger.

But he didn't look back immediately. Instead, he spent another half a minute thoroughly processing the part being processed by the machine tool before stopping.

The obscure cutting and grinding sound stopped.

The mechanic, whom Otok called a "kid," turned around and took off his leather hat and goggles.

Her bright red hair was tangled with sweat.

This turned out to be a girl.

She is short, but her eyes are particularly bright.

His expression looked resolute and cold.

Like a wild little lion.

"Long time no see, old guy."

She suddenly spoke, and her voice was not sweet, but hoarse and obscure.

It's like two pieces of steel rubbing against each other.

…