moving city, ark

Moving City, Ark Author: box ser

We all know that knowledge is something that can change the world.

Therefore, perhaps when a young man with knowledge of unknown origin came to this land, it was already destined that what he established would not be just a logistics company.

Black technology giants, Internet overlords, well-known medical companies, multifunctional drones, maglev vehicles, steel armor, power armor, space battleships

"Guys, I said I like peace."

A genuine and sincere smile.

ps: The starting timeline is in the prequel, roughly in "Born in the Night", that is, the storyline of W and Teresia, and of course the follow-up will advance to the mainline.

Chapter 1 The Mechanic and the Blue-haired Angel

The orange-yellow light is applied to the parts that have a layer of oil and a dark metallic luster after the cloth is moved.

The streamlined gun body with a sci-fi feel, blue and red spray paint, and two small red and blue angel dolls hanging in front of the gun stock.

After checking it for the last time, the young man showed a satisfied look on his face, and put the firearm in his hand into the box on the side of the workbench and fixed it.

Heavy pulse rifle, because there was no such firearm on this land, so it is of course named after the mechanic who built it himself.

Without much thought, it got names like TC-76, formerly known as Traceur-76.

Inside the long and narrow box was the TC-76 that the mechanic had just put in, and another black and thick guy that was more than a circle larger than the barrel, um, not too long.An undermount grenade launcher, but he prefers to call it a helical high-explosive rocket launcher.

There are no sights in the box, and the last thing left are four cylinders about the size of the AA battery mounted side by side in the strap.The mechanical protective casing is also the gap between the actuator and the emitter, and the emerald green liquid filled inside can be seen through the transparent tank.

It looks like a high-end drink... but it is not recommended to open it and drink it.

Of course, it's just a suggestion.

'All consequences of forced opening are at your own risk, and the manufacturer is not responsible. '

There is such a line of small characters engraved in the corner of the jar, and a strange logo below.That's the mark of a mechanic.

There is one more line of fonts added below

'The sales side is the same as above! '

Those who had the purpose of opening it did not get anything, and those who did not have such a purpose would not open such a luxurious can... After all, this thing is not cheap, very not cheap.

Medical stance transmitter, this is what businessmen call it, but those actual users who are full of gunpowder smoke, tobacco and alcohol, prefer to call these little things that people love and hate 'milk sticks'.

'You all come to your mother to drink milk——! '

On those large and small battlefields scattered all over the place, I don't know when there have been more shouts like this.And those who shouted these words were basically the voices of the roughest men.

Although the reasons seemed to be different, the names spread from the mercenaries inexplicably matched the names used by mechanics, which made him feel a little strange when he heard the reason at the beginning.

The price of these 'milk sticks' is set at [-] Longmen coins per... stick, but the actual selling price is usually much higher than this figure, because apart from the fact that from time to time, they can be purchased from some unknown channel merchants. Can't find any other sources other than buying some.

No one can guarantee that the medical team members will always be by their side when they are on the battlefield. Although everyone knows that the medical team members are the priority to protect, but because of this, the opponent also knows it.

In the event of any accident, without the presence of medical team members, no matter how elite the team is, it is impossible to stay on the chaotic battlefield for a long time.After all, let's not talk about the power of those flying spells, the huge coverage area alone is doomed to be unscathed on the battlefield.

At least for most people.

Anyone can understand the value of having a 'milk stick' at such a time.That could be the difference between success and failure on a mission, between losing your money and raising your offer.

Or more directly... Can you survive.

Therefore, although the price is high, as long as the team meets the economic standard, the first thing to prepare after the savings pass the line is to see if they can get a 'milk stick' back.By the way, with a smile on his face, he greeted those cunning businessmen over and over again in his heart.

As for the mechanic who is the manufacturer, swearing, although I heard that the output is limited because it is a personal production, but if it is divided up by several companies, maybe this thing can become a popular product?

Such a thing, even if they can guess how many jealous people there will be.

The money squeezed from them was snatched away, and they would never begrudge their own ridicule.

but,

Of course Luo Yi also knew this.

There was only a slight 'bang' sound from the light covering the workbench, followed by the sound of a 'click'.

After fastening the box, the young mechanic stood up from the workbench. After rubbing his eyes wearily, he reached out and grabbed the curtain behind the workbench.

唰

Bright daylight floods in from the spacious windows, flooding the lights on the workbench and instantly dispelling the darkness in the room.

"Ah...is it already this time..."

Narrowing his eyes uncomfortably, and covering them with his hands, Luo Yi turned his gaze to the electronic clock on the corner of the workbench.

It's past nine o'clock...

Well, it's later than expected, it's not this time at all.

The layout of the mechanic's room is not complicated. There is a flat workbench, tools stored in boxes next to the work lamp, and a cabinet that covers almost the entire length of the wall next to the workbench.

The cabinet is opaque, with some weird decorations on it, and there is a somewhat inexplicable middle school certificate among them, but in fact, there are only 'some' things that may be needed at ordinary times in the cabinet.

On the opposite side of the cabinet is a single bed, with simple but complete equipment, but since the relationship with the cohabitant has undergone some changes, he rarely sleeps in the studio... except sometimes, for example, like now He didn't pay attention to the time, and lay down directly when he came back to his senses.

Although many people were worried about his wealth, this room belonging to Luo Yi was only less than twenty square meters in total.

However, although the second day started directly again due to the excessive workload, Luo Yi did not intend to catch up on sleep first.

In addition to the closed box, there were three pistols with similar shapes, two black and one white, and two wrist watches that looked like bracelets on the workbench.

These are the culprits of his excessive workload, but these three pistols were not prepared for himself.

Taking the pile of things with both hands, Luo Yi turned and walked towards the door.The bright light tubes on the workbench, which could no longer be discerned in the daylight, quietly went out after the mechanic turned around.

……

Fortunately, the handle of the room door does not need to be turned, so Luo Yi can still open the door by himself without much effort.

Before the door was fully opened, the voice of the cohabitant he was familiar with had already been heard.

"Yo~ I thought you'd fallen asleep in there, I'm ready to have breakfast alone."

"Then is it too late for me to add another meal?"

While talking casually, he walked towards the sofa where the girl was lying.

There are two large windows facing the door in the living room. The windows are bright and clean, and the whole living room looks spacious and bright.There is a pot of emerald green prickly pear on the window sill. Although I have thought about raising some potted plants that are more pleasing to the eye, but considering the habit of the owner of this room disappearing from time to time, I am afraid that only this kind of desert plant has it. Sufficient tenacity.

And neither of them are actually very good at looking after plants.

The TV on the wall is playing an advertisement for strange snacks that is not interesting to try. Maybe this is the reason why the viewer of the TV can notice the opening of the room door for the first time.

Of course, this is just casual talk.

Hmm... After all, his lady cohabitant can notice his movements even in the sound of spell bombardment on the battlefield, let alone this kind of unattractive advertisement.

The girl laying leisurely on the sofa had her azure blue mid-length hair under her body, with a suspended halo on her head, and her attire was the same as usual, and she changed into casual casual clothes after returning home.

At this point, the two of them have the same habits, except that he is wearing short sleeves and knee-length shorts, while the other is wearing the same short sleeves and shorter hot pants.The white color is more eye-catching than the beige sofa, but as a cohabitant, he has long been used to it.

Maybe……

In addition, as people who often sleep in the wild, although they are not completely ignorant of cooking skills, the two people who live in this room are consistent. After returning home, they will never enter the kitchen unless it is absolutely necessary. type, so that three meals a day have to rely on takeaway to solve.

"...There should be no problem."

Miss Mostima had a relaxed smile on her face, and while answering his question, she bent her legs on the sofa to make room for him.

The smile on the girl's face is always a bit unpredictable. As for this point, even as a cohabitant, he is not sure that he can figure it out this time.

"The delivery man I called should have brought more than one serving, and it should be here soon. You came out in time."

All right.This time he understood.

Shrugging, Luo Yi threw two pistols, one black and one white, into Mostima's arms.

"Your gun."

After taking over his guardian blunderbuss, Mostima did not pay too much attention to them after the usual maintenance, but put his legs down again, and turned his attention to the hand of the mechanic. Looking at the two watches in his pocket, there was a hint of curiosity on his face.

"Is that what you said before? It looks and imagined, um, the gap is a bit big...?"

第 2

Chapter 2 The Red Haired Deliveryman

Averting his eyes from the eye-catching frame on his legs, he leans his body weight completely against the soft sofa back, sinking into it.

The tired muscles gradually relaxed, and when I was about to answer

'Bang bang bang—'

There was a faint knock on the door at the rear, as well as a familiar, energetic voice.

"Mr. Pod, open the door quickly! The takeaway ordered by Mostima has arrived, if you don't open the door, the guy will only be hungry—"

The silver-white metal box landed in front of Luo Yi, suspended in the air.A tablet-sized screen was flipped out from the bottom of the box and placed in front of the mechanic, showing the picture outside the door.

With a halo on his head, and a red-haired angel with long red hair and waist-length behind him, he was holding a bag in his hand facing the screen, with a smile on his face that seemed never to be depressed.

The camera at the gate is very hidden, and it is basically impossible to find it normally, but for this familiar regular customer, when the other party asked him curiously, Luo Yi didn't do much to hide it.

At the same time, a male voice mixed with electronic sounds sounded.

"Sir, can Miss Angel come to visit."

"Well, open the door, Pod."

After receiving Luo Yi's reply, there was a slight sound of the lock shifting at the door, and the screen in front of Luo Yi was also retracted to the bottom of the Pod, returning to the original box appearance.

"Miss Angel, you don't need to use honorifics for me."

Pod flew towards the gate, and said to the Angel who skillfully entered the door to change shoes, "My number is Pod-042, you can choose to call me Pod, or you can choose the full number."

"Won't it be troublesome for you to say this every time, ah, thank you~"

The robotic arm protruding from under the pod placed the slippers in the shoe cabinet in front of the energy angel.

"There's no question of trouble for me, and the same goes for 'sir'."

"Don't be so rigid~"

It's a pity that the other party obviously still didn't mean to take it seriously. After stepping on the slippers, he walked straight in front of Pod and walked towards the living room.

The scene in the living room gradually appeared in the field of vision.

"Yo."

The mechanic who was slumped on the sofa raised his hand lazily, and greeted the delivery lady who came in.

"Ah, Luo Yi, are you not sleeping?"

While talking, she crossed the sofa, put the bag in her hand on the tea table in front of the two on the sofa, looked at the other, and switched the topic.

"The blueberry muffins you want, as well as hot milk, and finally, a piece of apple pie specially made by Neng Angel~"

……

"I shouldn't order the last one, right?"

Mostima, who was lying down, stretched, got up from the sofa, and continued, "If I remember correctly, it should be some random fruit?"

Generally speaking, it is usually small tomatoes (that is, cherry tomatoes) or apple slices.However, "Isn't it good to substitute apple pie for that kind of thing!"

There was an unrepentant smile on the face of the red-haired angel.

While speaking, she took the contents out of the bag and placed them on the coffee table.

The dark blue blueberry jam overflows from the center of the top of the muffin, and flows slowly along the golden soft skin in all directions until reaching the bottom of the cylinder. Come the sweet smell of freshly baked apple pie.

Uh huh~?

After the first task was completed, he took an apple pie from the bag and put it in his mouth. He wiped his fingers on the tissue paper next to him, and the angel of energy couldn't wait to pick up the one that had been placed on the coffee table from the beginning. pistol.

"Ugh-"