Chapter 16 Gasoline Town Storm
Gasoline Town is undoubtedly the core of the Motor City, but today's Gasoline Town has some minor changes.
At the originally empty gate, there were a few more inspectors from the security team.
The things being inspected are the prey of the mechanical hunter.
The factory's munitions warehouse has reopened, and some precious ordnance supplies are also open for sale; and as a price, each mechanical hunter must bring back an E-class radioactive beast corpse every day.
What to do if there is no harvest? Sorry, Gasoline Town will not be accessible.
In this radiation zone, there is only one consequence for not having supplies - death.
"Look again, look carefully! This is the tail stinger of a self-destructing scorpion, a standard E-class beast corpse."
"What about its other parts?" The inspector was indifferent He said, both of his arms had been replaced with mechanical hands, and he was repeatedly checking the prey.
"The blood of the self-exploding scorpion is flammable chemical liquid. It would be good if I could save one of its tail needles before it explodes." A mechanical hunter with a metal head said with wide eyes.
The inspector pondered.
"Let me take a look." A figure came over.
"Okay, team leader."
The inspector stepped aside and gave up his seat to a young man dressed in military uniform. This young man was highly mechanized and his neck was exposed. All have been transformed into mechanical bodies.
Zhao Zhuo just glanced at it and sneered, saying: "The tail needle of the self-destructing scorpion is equivalent to a detonator. Tell me, the self-destructing scorpion you killed exploded. What's wrong with this tail needle? There were no traces of the explosion.”
Just when Metal Head was about to quibble, the two heavy robots guarding the door, one on the left and one on the right, lifted him out of the door and threw him out.
Metal Head was furious and cursed: "It's you who begged me to hunt the radioactive beasts. Without us, how can you people be in peace?"
Bang!
Zhao Zhi didn't say anything nonsense. He pulled out his pistol and shot the opponent in the head.
The metal skull head suddenly tilted up and fell to the ground, no longer alive.
The expressions of the mechanical hunters around him changed, and their palms subconsciously pressed on their weapons.
Zhao Zhuo said calmly: "It is the duty of mechanical hunters to sweep away the herds of beasts. In the munitions warehouse, the bodies of the hunted beasts can even be directly exchanged for supplies."
"This With such generous treatment, if you don’t work hard, you are not qualified to live in this oasis.”
Zhao Zhu glanced around with cold eyes, and no one dared to look directly at him.
“Remember, mechanical hunters are a group of shameless scum. If you encounter such unidentified prey in the future, you will not be allowed to pass!”
"Yes, team leader!"
Not long after Zhao Zhuo left, a tattered off-road vehicle drove to the gate of Gasoline Town. Looking at his peers who were lining up honestly, he was stunned for a moment and clicked his tongue. :
“It’s strange to be so obedient.”
Soon, the prosecutors found the senior engineer.
"The prey is behind, go and see for yourself."
As soon as an inspector was about to inspect, he was stopped by another colleague and said: "No need for this, let's go."
The senior engineer grinned, put his index and middle fingers together, raised them towards the other person, and stepped on the accelerator. Walk away.
“Why, didn’t Team Leader Zhao just say——”
“This man is different, he is a senior hunter.”
“So what?” This man Some are not convinced by Qi Dao.
The other person shook his head and said: "Not to mention anything else, this man has hunted a total of 30 E-class beasts this week alone. Do you think he will not harvest anything today?"
"30, So many, just him! ?”
The prosecutors were very surprised. You know, an armed team of a security regiment may not have so many prey in a week.
"He is a lone wolf, has no partner, and has always been alone. This kind of master is different from those rookies, and he is the target of our win."
The man paused and said: "Soon, a small group of beasts will flow here. He is very valuable."
The prosecutor nodded thoughtfully.
Gao Gong drove his somewhat dilapidated off-road vehicle around the gasoline town.
Gasoline Town has become visibly depressed.
After all, most of the consumer population is still floating outside.
Driving all the way to the Rose Gasoline Bar, he found the door closed. He honked the horn to his little finger, who was squatting on his front teeth and smoking.
Littlefinger glanced at him and got directly into the passenger seat without seeing anyone else.
"Bars are not allowed to open during the war," Littlefinger sighed, popping the cigarette butt out of the window.
“Normal.”
“But the military warehouse provides alcohol service.”
“It seems to be related to the relationship,” the senior engineer took out a cigarette case. Share one with the other party.
"They won't be able to seal it for long!" Littlefinger said disdainfully: "Our local business cannot be defeated by one or two dragons crossing the river."
"What about you, the war has begun, isn't it? Is this a good opportunity for a prosthetic doctor like you to make a fortune?"
"Hey, forget it," Littlefinger looked unhappily and took out a medal with an electrified metal head engraved on it.
"The Medal of the Security Corps, so you have been recruited? Congratulations," the senior engineer gloated: "It seems that you will be on the front line soon."
"There is no oil or water. Forget it, you still risk your life!" Little Finger said with a look of grief and anger: "If I had known that I would end up like this, I shouldn't have left the other side of freedom!"
"On the other side of freedom, aren't you from the city that never sleeps?" Little Finger, who knew he had spilled the beans, froze and quickly changed the subject, saying: "What are you doing in the bar?"
Gao Gong He smiled and didn't pursue her too hard. He said, "This car is not working very well. I'll ask Sister Rose to see if there is any way to get a military armored vehicle."
"Sister Rose is not here, and Military armored vehicles are so expensive, don’t even think about it if you don’t have a six-digit mechanical coin. Do you have the money?”
“I don’t want the original one, a second-hand one will do.”
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"I'm talking about the second-hand price."
"Tsk."
Seeing Gao Gong looking at him strangely, Little Finger's expression changed: "Don't look at me, I can I don’t have a car, and I won’t lend you money.”
“I don’t want to lend you money, but I want to negotiate a business deal with you.”
Finally, the new surgery plan mentioned by the senior engineer. ' Moved the little finger.
Although he didn't think that the other party would come up with a second set of surgical plans in such a short period of time, little finger still took him to his black shop in order to see what the other party would do.
"Doctor Finger."
"Get out of here!"
With a dark complexion, Little Finger pushed away the soldier at the door and walked in with an unlucky look.
The soldiers of the two security regiments looked at each other and shrugged.
After all, prosthetic doctors are high-tech talents, and they are not treated in the same way as mechanical hunters.
"Excuse me, give way."
The senior engineer followed closely behind, and an indescribable stench came out of the sack in his hand.
Just as the soldier was about to speak, the senior engineer had already pushed the door in and locked the door.
“What to do?”
"Just turn a blind eye."
The senior engineer scanned around and found that in addition to the operating table he returned, there were at least a dozen types of high-tech surgical equipment, and nodded with satisfaction.
“I need a protein extractor and a plasmolyzer.”
The former is responsible for extracting special proteins from the worm glands, and the latter is responsible for transferring metal antibodies from the proteins.
The operation is not complicated - if you know the recipe.
"What are you doing standing still? Come here and help me."
"You want me to help you?" Little Finger pointed at himself, his face full of disbelief.
"Well, bring me a stool by the way."
"If you can't get anything out of me, I'll find someone to kill you later!" Littlefinger gritted his teeth.
Half an hour later——
"Impossible, impossible, how did you do it? It was actually intercepted!"
The little finger used a microscope to observe the changes in the cells. When the radio waves swept through the cells, antibodies were obviously produced.
The senior engineer is much simpler.
The system panel explains everything.
[A biological injection that has a similar effect to electromagnetic shielding coating]
"Do you know what this means?" Littlefinger turned his head sharply and stared at him.
“It means that mechanical hunters no longer have to worry about being caught at close range.”
“It means that classical mechanical hunting will rise again.”
“It means that in a certain To a certain extent, we will change the direction of the desert war."
"It also means that I will make a fortune."
The senior engineer shrugged, "At least I have money to buy a car."
Littlefinger's face was red, and he kept walking around, his mouth kept moving, but you couldn't hear what he said clearly.
The senior engineer couldn't help but interrupt the other party, "I advise you not to think too much."
"What do you mean! Do you want to monopolize it?" Littlefinger said angrily: "You want me Kneel down and beg you?”
“Uh, no, no.”
The senior engineer touched his nose and said: "The biggest problem is that raw materials are hard to find. A desert worm only has one gland, and one gland can only extract one potion at most."
"That is, Said, this thing cannot be mass-produced in a short period of time."
"Desert worm, desert worm, you must immediately notify the people below to catch bugs, all bugs! If it’s too late, it will be gone!”
“However, although it cannot be mass-produced, for the masters of mechanical hunters, they definitely know the value of this aspect, and they don’t mind spending a lot of money to buy one to save their lives. "
"Yes, although these experts are willing to please me, it is extremely difficult for them to work for us wholeheartedly."
The little finger slapped the table and said excitedly: "With this thing, these people are not at our mercy!"
As long as these masters shine in the next hunting mission, they will naturally drive the classical trend. The resurgence of the mechanical hunter.
Gao Gong once said that he wanted to stimulate the craze of cold weapon hunting, and it was not just talk.
(End of this chapter)