A cold knowledge that is not cold, even if the nobles of the Giant Rock City are corrupt and incompetent, the Giant Rock City with order can still be regarded as a place of grace for the wasteland in the southern part of the River Valley Province and even the northern part of the Jinchuan Province.
For two hundred years, survivors have been constantly migrating towards the Giant Rock City. Even after the collapse of the building, this inertia is still continuing.
Since the inflow of population far exceeds the limit of the industry in Giant Rock City's population absorption, the restrictions on Giant Wall itself also determine that this settlement cannot accommodate too many survivors, so there is a tax on entering the city ranging from 1 to 2 chips.
Workers with work will not leave the city at will, and scavengers working on wasteland will not enter the city at will. At the same time, militia stationed at the city gates will also receive an additional income.
It can be said that it can win three goals in one fell swoop.
The large amount of surplus labor and the resulting unemployment and informal employment have formed over time a group of slums in the unowned city.
People here usually live on the garbage flowing out of the giant wall, or help the survivors in the giant wall pick up scattered and hunt on the wasteland, or do some work that survivors in the giant wall are unwilling to do or cannot do.
In history, Big Rock City has tried to clean up these psoriasis attached to the giant walls, but after several attempts, it was simply thankless to do so.
Building a shack is an essential skill for almost every survivor on the wasteland. Even if it is removed today, there will be scavengers covering it tomorrow.
And every year when the wave comes, the nobles in the inner city also need these people to fill the front line.
Even the men who often make a fuss about economic strategies know that the impact of drawing manpower from slums is much smaller than that of drawing skilled industrial workers from industrial areas to carry guns.
Over time, the shacks spread from the roots of the giant wall to the wasteland like psoriasis, forming a buffer zone between order and chaos.
Over time, some houses like that have been built here, standing out in the slums with sewage.
Those chic buildings are usually homes of gang members or industries they operate for wastelanders.
The order here is maintained by gang members, who are mainly villains. They not only trade with the plunderers on the wasteland, but some are simply plunderers.
For the alliance, if we want to truly liberate the nearly 200,000 poor people beside the giant wall, we not only need to find them a job to support their families, but also find out the villains hidden in it.
This is obviously not good news for the villains hiding in it...
West Willow Wood Tavern.
Jeff, who was sitting on the second floor, played with the dagger in his hand, looked at the fine velvet floating outside the window, and a faint sadness was written on his cold and gloomy face.
As the leader of the Dagger Gang, although his bloodline is not as noble as that of the Sid, he is also a well-known figure in this slum of nearly 200,000 people. Anyone who sees him must respectfully call him a master or gentleman.
Logically speaking, he would not have any worries with such a status, but the recent series of things have made him feel a strong sense of uneasiness.
A newspaper seller lost in the outer city, and a revolution broke out in the Rock City, and then the alliance took over the Rock City, as if they had made an appointment.
It would be fine if it was just that, but obviously not the end.
The alliance began to set up rescue stations in slums, distributing food, registering survivor information, setting up tents, arranging work, and transferring some personnel...
This series of actions made him nervous.
The Alliance is breaking the tacit understanding that has been formed over a century and a half, trying to establish a new order in his underground kingdom!
What's even more terrible is that the newspaper seller was still jumping around, but the killer hired by Mr. Sid from him disappeared...
The sound of footsteps came outside the door.
Jeff subconsciously pinched the dagger and tightened his muscles, but after hearing the knock on the door, he relaxed his nervous nerves.
Come in.
The door is open.
West, the second leader of the Dagger Gang, came in from outside the door.
Before he could speak, Jeff immediately said.
Is there any news?
West shook his head with a gloomy face.
No.
Jeff was silent for a long time, and the dagger in his hand was inserted hard on the table, cursing in discomfort.
Oh shit……
Understanding the anger in his heart, West didn't say anything, sighed and walked to the chair beside him to sit down.
Sid was buried, and along with the collapsed building, the whereabouts of the "Little Knife" is still unknown, and Sberg is still alive... but these are irrelevant.The worst thing is that the distinguished guest from the north died, and our Serit also died. We spent a lot of time and energy, but in the end the weapon was not found.
Jeff's face was gloomy and said after a long time.
Where is Weilun?
...He seemed to go to the Alliance to plead guilty and got into the car to the prisoner-of-war camp. He had a sentence of not knowing how long he was. I suspected that he might have provided the sale of us and our guests from the north, which was what I was most worried about.
Looking at Jeff who was silent, West paused and continued.
The league has no action on us on the surface...but every action of theirs is almost fatal to us, and I suspect that when this snow or spring wave passes, they will settle the accounts for us.
Jeff was afraid, but his face looked disdainful and sneered.
They can still send troops to rush us all.
It may not be impossible, West said with a wry smile. The construction team was actually penetrating into the grassroots level of the slums. The more people they organized, the smaller the space we would hide... I even suspected that they had set their sights on you and me.
Jeff's eyes narrowed slightly.
In fact, there is no need to remind West, he also felt similar after seeing a series of measures in the league.Especially in recent days, he always feels that someone is staring at him.
perhaps
You should go to the north to avoid the limelight.
When the aftermath caused by the sudden change in the Rock City is completely calm, come back after everything is settled.
After pondering for a moment, he said seriously.
What is your suggestion?
West spoke out his thoughts.
Turn off the businesses that are prone to provoking the sensitive nerves of the alliance first, such as ‘labor dispatch’ and ‘organ transactions’.There are also facilities such as "hospitals", "kitchens", and "welfth homes" that may have problems, and they must also be turned off.
Jeff's brow twitched.
This is a lot of money.
West nodded silently.
Yes... But even if we don't turn it off, our customers will be almost wiped out, and it is purely a risk to continue operating.
Recently, those blue jackets were running around like crazy, and even the cannibal tribes hiding in the tunnel for winter were stripped out.
Those cannibals are really disgusting, and he doesn't like it either, but it's more pleasant to do business with them.
They caught fat sheep like Xingshang. After eating the meat, the remaining property and goods were often sold through slum gangs, and the rewards only required a few girls who could not sell them.
They are different from the distinguished guests in the north, and they don’t mind whether the slaves look good or not, nor are they picky about food.
Listening to the second leader's advice, Jeff stared at the dagger on the table and fell into deep thought.
When the business in Honghe Town was booming two years ago, these were actually small profits, so it didn't matter if they were given to Dean and Poison.
However, now, these once small profits are almost the big part of the gang’s income. What should he and his brothers eat after cutting them off?
After pondering for a moment, Jeff said slowly.
Transformation is OK, but we need new sources of income.
Seeing that the boss finally gave in, West breathed a sigh of relief and continued patiently.
I think so too... We have enough people on our hands, and as long as the whitewash goes smoothly, we can make a living.For example, find a way to contract some legal projects from the alliance, or go to Xizhou City to start a mine.After the procedures are completed, we will use our method to make it. The profits may not be as good as those of the robbery.
Jeff nodded slowly.
Do what you said... I plan to go to Liberty in a few days and explain the weapons to our customers. I guess I will stay there for a while and I will leave it to you here.
Obey orders.
West nodded respectfully, but curled his lips disdainfully.
The explanation to the client is probably fake. This old fox is probably scared by the alliance and has probably not been asleep these days.
But it's good.
This guy left, so it was easier for him to do something.
When he comes back, it’s hard to say who is the boss here.
Looking at his subordinate who was lowering his head, Jeff nodded slightly and was sending him down when a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the window.
The two of them immediately looked out the window and saw thick smoke floating on the dilapidated street not far away, and the crowd screamed and ran away around.
Oh shit!
The nerves that had just relaxed were tense again, Jeff cursed and stood up and walked to the window. What were those idiots doing!Didn’t I tell them to be more low-key these days!
Staring at the direction where the smoke floated, West's pupils contracted slightly.
Welfare home...
Hearing the three words of welfare home, Jeff's brow twitched violently, and he immediately turned around and walked to West, reaching out to grab his collar.
Take someone over immediately!Transfer goods to a safe place!Before the league's people come!quick!
yes!
Thinking of the league's methods, West nodded nervously, not daring to hesitate, and immediately turned around and walked out of the door.
Looking at the door that was closed in a hurry, Jeff always felt uneasy, cursed in a low voice, walked to the table and pulled up the dagger.
Maybe I should stay in the safe house for a while.
……
Star anise, bay leaves, fennel... What does Ah look like?
Holding a wrinkled note in his hand, Feng Qing, who was walking in the market at the entrance of the giant wall, looked around with a blank look on his face.
About an hour ago, she, Guigui and a few friends from other Goblin Corps prepared New Year's Eve food in the kitchen of the Alliance barracks.
As for the ingredients, they are the tentacles of the multi-legged beast.
These mollusc-like mammals are usually active in the forest from Dawn City to Red River Alliance, and there are also some but uncommon high-radiation areas in the city.
Most wasteland tourists will walk around when they see a multi-legged beast, because this thing is not only resistant to beats, but also has extremely strong recovery.
A shuttle of bullets swept over and the remaining limbs that fell all over the floor grew again in a few days.
More than that.
Its meat smells extremely smelly and smells like an egg that has been broken for half a month. I'm afraid it contains hydrogen sulfide in addition to organic acids, and almost no one wants to eat it.
However, their eldest mosquito suddenly had a whim
Since the multi-legged beast is so durable and can regenerate tentacles, if it can solve the problem of being irritated, wouldn’t we raise it like a leek!
If you cut one crop and grow one crop, the protein production efficiency is no more awesome than chicken, duck, pig, cow, sheep!
At first, everyone refused because it was too smelly, which led to the friends of other corps looking at them with strange eyes.
However, all of them combined could not resist the mosquito boss's persistence.
I think of a way to be toxic!MMP!The periodic table of elements is there, I don’t believe that I can’t cure a piece of meat!
No, no!The meat is so smelly!Lao Na even said it couldn’t do it!
Leader!Give up!
spices!Cover the smell with spices!Hahaha, I'm really a genius!
So
She was sent out to buy spices by everyone.
Feng Qing had no objection to this. The Mosquito Boss gave him 100 silver coins. This guy was so generous that he was talking about it.
However, the problem is...
She had no idea what these spices looked like, and she didn't know what the thing should be called when translated into a human couplet.
To be ashamed, she can't cook at all, but she tried it once in the game, but almost sent herself away.
This is much harder than flying a plane...
After walking around the market for several times, Feng Qing couldn't find any spices that matched the pictures searched online, and couldn't help but sigh.
Anyway, just have a spice that tastes very good... buy some of them.
If I had known this, I would have pulled Guigui out together.
Seeing that she had been walking around the stall for several times, the boss selling condiments couldn't help asking.
Hey, Miss, do you need help?
After understanding the couplet, Feng Qing stopped and nodded.
Well, are there any spices?
The boss scratched the back of his head.
spices?There is one, there is one...but which one do you want?
Anything is OK.
What the hell can anything be?
The boss was stunned for a moment and glanced at the string of garlic hanging under the shed.
Is this OK?
This is garlic, what I want is spices... Feng Qing couldn't help but frown. It seemed that there was something in the kitchen, and what I needed was the one with a bigger taste.
The boss scratched his head and said.
You said spices, garlic is also spices Ah... does it taste even bigger?If only it was more specific.
Rare...Is it counting?Feng Qing added a low voice with guilt.
The boss rubbed his index finger against his chin and thought for a while and said.
Rare?Exotic spices?I heard that the Bharat Province is rich in some spices with great flavors. A few days ago, there was a merchant from there selling them...
When Feng Qing heard the boss's words, his eyes lit up and he supported his hands on the stall.
Where is he?!
Being stared at by the bright eyes, the boss took a step back unconsciously and coughed.
He has left... I saw his goods sold out yesterday, so I guess it's time to go back.
It's sold out...
A hint of loss appeared on Feng Qing's face.
At this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from the side.
Exotic spices?I have some.
The direction of the sound was a slightly bigger stall. The owner was a young man in his twenties or thirties wearing a fur coat and smiling at her.
He is not doing business alone.
There were two taciturn young men sitting under the shed, one playing with the dagger, the other closing his eyes as if dozing off, and no one pays attention to it.
Feng Qing's eyes lit up and he immediately walked to the stall.However, after a glance at the thing placed on the wooden table, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes.
Do you... sell seasonings?
There are some miscellaneous items on the stall.
There are accessories such as glasses, rings, jewelry, and many other accessories, as well as rifles and bullets of various calibers, as well as clothes or backpacks.
There are even several mechanical prosthetics and electronic parts that are not visible for use.
No matter how you look like it is a condiment here.
Not even enough food.
There is still snow in the sky. Of course, we can't put that expensive thing outside. The man smiled and said, "The goods are in the hotel, not far from here. If you are interested, you can pick them up with me."
Feng Qing asked worriedly.
Is it very expensive?
Not expensive, you can definitely afford it!Seeing that the fat sheep had taken the hook, the man smiled and kicked the young man who was playing with a dagger, handed the stall to him, and he walked out from behind the stall, and said diligently, Come with me, I will take you there.
Uh-huh!
Feng Qing nodded excitedly and followed the man.
Seeing this, the boss selling seasonings opened his mouth hesitantly, just about to say something, but glanced around and closed his mouth again.
That guy was obviously from the Dagger Gang, and it was obvious that the miscellaneous goods sold at the stall were all stolen goods.
He is here to do business, not to cause trouble, but he doesn't want to have his throat cut in the middle of the night.
Seeing the little girl following the gang member and disappearing on the edge of the market, he shook his head and tsk his tongue.
Very beautiful girl.
What a pity.
Walking to the edge of the market, seeing the NPC heading towards the slum, Feng Qing couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion, looked at the tall building next to the viaduct and said.
Isn't the hotel there?
She remembers that NPCs all live in the Far Wind Hotel.
The man said with a laugh.
These are the places where wealthy merchants live. Those who do small business can't afford to live in a luxurious hotel... Come with me, it's not far ahead.
Is it luxurious...
Feng Qing glanced at the building that was as big as a wall.
It feels like it is just the same except for the height.
But when she thought that this was wasteland, she felt relieved.
Just in case, please send a message to Guigui.
Thinking of this, Feng Qing raised his index finger and tapped the VM on his left arm a few times, editing a brief message.
Feng Qing: It seems that the hidden mission is triggered when looking for spices!Excited!(???????)
Editing is completed
Send successfully!
After a while, the reply came.
Guigui: Hello, wait, where is the spice?!What to do with spices?We are all waiting for you!!!
Feng Qing smiled and snipped a few more words.
Feng Qing: Don’t panic.(Send failed)
Huh?
Seeing the small bubble behind the message, Feng Qing was slightly stunned.
Is the signal so bad?
……
After leaving the market, the two walked another period in the slum, and the surrounding shacks became increasingly broken and the alleys became narrower and narrower.
Until a rusty iron door, the man finally stopped, took out a key from his waist, and started searching.
While he was taking the key, Feng Qing looked here.
In front of me is a very narrow courtyard. Behind the weedy courtyard is a three-story red brick building with five or six rooms on the first floor, and each window is covered with dilapidated curtains.
Rather than saying that this is a hotel, she feels it is more like a dormitory or a school-like place.
Soon she caught a glimpse of a line of words on a rotten wooden sign, probably writing about a welfare home.
This is indeed not a hotel, right?
Feng Qing thoughtfully moved her gaze from the overgrown courtyard and looked at the other side of the alley, and happened to meet an old woman who had cleared the snow.
She was going to smile, but she saw the old woman change her face as if she had seen the plague god. She quickly moved her gaze away and hurriedly hid into the house.
She vaguely heard the sound of the door bolt plug.
Strange...
From the beginning, she felt that she might have triggered some hidden mission, otherwise how could there be so many people with guns around her?
Now she is becoming more and more convinced that this place is not a hotel at all, and the guy who brought her here is not a good person at all.
Miss, you are a resident of the shelter?
Hearing the man talking, Feng Qing withdrew his gaze from the other side of the alley and nodded.
Well, how did you see it?
The man said with a chuckle.
This is how your accent and unique temperament tell me... The wastelanders outside cannot compare with you.
This NPC is quite good at talking.
Feng Qing couldn't help but blush and said with a smile.
You have over the award.
Finally found the key, the man pushed open the iron door with a creaking sound and walked in first.
The guy didn't seem to worry about running away.
However, it was rare to trigger such an extraordinary task. She had no intention of running at all, and followed with a hint of curiosity.
The two walked through the overgrown yard, followed the stone path and stepped on the two steps of the front door, and walked to the main entrance of the Red Brick Building.
The man gave Feng Qing a gesture of waiting, walked closer to the wooden door alone, reached out and knocked it lightly twice.
As if I had been waiting at the door, the wooden door opened a crack, and a bored face appeared behind the crack of the door.
It was a woman in her twenties or thirties. Her hair was messy and freckles were growing beside her nose. She looked pretty pretty, but unfortunately there was a burn on her forehead that destroyed all the beauty.
Her name is Horaka. She has worked as a prostitute, a thug, and a mistress of the boss of the Dagger Gang. She is now the director of the Gray House Welfare Institute.
Everyone in the slum knew her.
Which child is lost, and the girl has never returned home. She either ran away with the wastelanders or came to her.
Myers...what are you here to do?Horaka lowered her hoarse voice and said impatiently, "Didn't Mr. West say that he has stopped these days?"
The man named Miles did not hide his pride on his face, and pressed his voice down very low, and said with a roar.
He did say so, but the opportunity was rare.
The woman glanced at the little girl standing behind Miles, staring left and right, and her eyes narrowed dangerously under the shadow.
Refuge residents?You're crazy...
She could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely not an ordinary wasteland guest.
She is only alone, without companions, and I have been paying attention to her for a long time.Don't be so timid. There are at least tens of thousands of residents in the northern suburbs. When the alliance finds out that one of them is lost, I am afraid that it will take many days to change her.Haven’t the customers in the north always wanted to buy one?
Seeing the crazy woman staring at her tightly, Miles quickly said with a chuckle, don't worry... I turned on the shield and there will be no signal.
He certainly knew that shelter residents would carry vital sign monitors (VMs).
I also know that the two VMs can position each other, which is just like the jackets of those blue gophers, which are common sense in the wasteland.
But even so what?
It is much easier to block signals than to locate signals.
As soon as he left the market, he turned on the shield.
The woman's sharp eyes eased a little, and the crack in the door widened a little.
Come in and talk.
As she said that, she looked at Feng Qing, who was standing behind Miles and fiddling with the VM, cleared her throat and said.
Come in too, it’s very cold outside.
Um!
Retracting the signalless VM back into his sleeve, Feng Qing nodded with a smile, and walked into the room with the man named Miles.
The vestibule is spacious.
The front door is opposite a wooden table with two iron cages made of steel bars standing on it, and shackles are hung on the railings. I don’t know if the black stains are rust or blood.
That should be blood.
As soon as she came in, she immediately smelled a very light stench of decay of oil.
There were more than a dozen chairs under the wooden stands. It seemed like there had been some special program here. Judging from the signs thrown next to the chairs, it should be something used to hold the signs at the auction.
There was a very thick gray falling beside the legs of the stool, and this weird facility should have been idle for some time.
As for why she can see clearly, that's right.
Flying above a hundred meters above, she could clearly see her head buried in the trenches, and of course she would not be able to see the details that were close to Chi Chi.
Are spices here?Although she knew this was nonsense, she still called out so softly.
Horaka looked at Miles, who was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter as if he had heard something funny.
spices?Hahaha!Hello... Little girl, you can't figure it out yet, right?
Before he finished speaking, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Feng Qing, and continued with a grim smile.
You should understand when you see this guy.
Horaka, who was standing aside, hugged her arms and also teased.
Remember to open your eyes wider in the next life. It is rare to be born in a shelter... But don't be too sad. Although the madman in the north is wild, it is much better than in the wasteland.
Really, if you don’t have spices, just make me happy.
Without showing a fear or horror as the two expected, Feng Qing took out a grenade and threw it at her feet with a smile.
As for reincarnation...why should we go together.
Wo Ri!
Looking at the pull rings rolling on the ground and the grenade rolling towards him, Miles, holding the gun, changed his face and suddenly fell back to the ground.
This crazy man!
Don't die?!
The same was true for Horaka, hiding to the side in horror.
Almost at the same time as they were lying down, the explosion of the eardrums roared in the hall, and nearly ten million Candela's white light flashed subconsciously closed their eyes.
But it's useless.
Not to mention that the speed of closing eyes cannot be faster than light, the nearly ten million Candela flashes cannot be blocked by just a layer of eyelids.
Oh shit!It's a flash bomb!
Miles, who was lying behind the stands, shouted in shock and anger, rubbed his red eyes with his left hand while shooting randomly.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the hall, but he couldn't hear any sound. His brain felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer and his body lost balance.
At this time, another larger grenade rolled to his side.
The moment he could see clearly, his face changed wildly.
The explosion of fire surged into the sky, and the air waves visible to the naked eye swept across the wooden stands, even shattering the window covered by curtains beside the door.
Miles died on the spot, and there was no time to say a last word.
Horaka sat on the ground, as if she was scared, with no trace of blood on her face and the floor was wet with ginger liquid.
She had been a thug of the Dagger Gang and had killed people, but that was something that happened when she was very young.
Even at that time, she was just fighting against hostile gangs with pistols on the streets, but she had never been bombed by shells.
Feng Qing, who was lying down next to the corridor on one side of the hall, shook her groggy head and stood up from the ground with the wall.
The impact of the flash bomb was also quite large on her, but it did not make her lose her combat effectiveness.
After all, she came down from the battlefield. Even if she was not as good as the bosses of the Burning Corps, she would not have fallen into the hands of the two minions.
Looking at the messy hall and the scorched floor, Feng Qing took out his pistol and loaded it, muttering in a low voice.
Is this charge too exaggerated?
With that power, it feels like the fragments are redundant...
Finally recovering from the aftermath of the explosion, Horaka secretly got up from the ground and prepared to slip away from the messy front hall.
However, before she could stand firm, the cold muzzle had already hit the back of her head, and then a non-standard couplet came from behind.
Don't move, I'm an awakened person after all, and I'm definitely much faster than you.
Khoraka slowly raised his hands and said tremblingly.
Don't shoot!
She couldn't understand why the girl who looked polite and quiet was so cruel in combat.
I surrender!
Feng Qing looked at her and continued to ask.
Are there anyone else here?Or are you the only one?
There are some goods in the ground, the basement... no, there are some slaves, oh no, they are prisoners.Horaka stammered.
There should have been some thugs here, but the business has stopped recently. She doesn’t have to entertain customers, but she only needs to feed the goods to stutter.
In order not to attract the attention of the alliance, the Dagger Gang disguised this place as an abandoned building.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curse a few words in her heart, the idiot who had turned into a corpse.If he survives, Mr. West will definitely cut him off his hands and feet and throw him to feed the dog.
She didn't care about her incoherent change, Feng cleaned her left arm's VM.
The signal still has not recovered.
It seems that shielding equipment is also installed in this building.
At this time, there were suddenly messy footsteps and shouts in the yard outside the door, and at least a dozen or twenty people came.
We're losing our nest.
If I had known that this hidden mission was so exciting, I would have brought Guigui too.
Looking at the direction of the door, he looked at the red-name NPC who was trembling with his hands in his head, and Feng Qing muttered to himself.
Just as she was about to face the enemy, a loud explosion suddenly came from outside the doors and windows, and the snow and soil caused by the explosion fell into the house like raindrops.
Ah！！！
She could no longer hold back the fear in her heart, and Horaka, who was shocked to the ground, let out a heart-wrenching scream, but soon she was hit hard on the head and fainted when she rolled her eyes.
It's so noisy.
After knocking the raider out, Feng Qing pressed his body and quickly moved to the window.
The moment she looked outside, her eyes suddenly opened.
Is this... a missile?!
The entire front yard was like being turned over by an excavator, leaving only a large pit several meters wide, printed in the center of the yard.
Although the explosion and splashed dust made the surroundings mess, it did not hurt any of the surrounding buildings, and even the walls of the yard did not collapse.
Such an accurate strike obviously doesn't look like a cannon!
There were several corpses lying next to the crater, and several gang members whose hands and feet were blown off were curled up and let out faint wails.
The explosion almost happened in an instant, so fast that they had no time to react.
The thick smoke filled the alley outside the courtyard, and there were banging gunshots and screams from time to time, but they were all broken cleanly without exception.
The battle is completely over.
A graceful figure crossed the dusty yard and walked smoothly towards the red brick building.
Looking at the raised alloy breastplate, painted black mirror helmet, and the explosion-proof shield and rifle held in the sister's hand, Feng Qing couldn't help but emit light.
Too cool!She couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.
What equipment is this?!
Wait, is it a prosthetic body?
X-16 glanced at the shelter resident who was pasted by the window, and gently tapped his index finger on his helmet.
Target recycling is successful
The task is completed.
For two hundred years, survivors have been constantly migrating towards the Giant Rock City. Even after the collapse of the building, this inertia is still continuing.
Since the inflow of population far exceeds the limit of the industry in Giant Rock City's population absorption, the restrictions on Giant Wall itself also determine that this settlement cannot accommodate too many survivors, so there is a tax on entering the city ranging from 1 to 2 chips.
Workers with work will not leave the city at will, and scavengers working on wasteland will not enter the city at will. At the same time, militia stationed at the city gates will also receive an additional income.
It can be said that it can win three goals in one fell swoop.
The large amount of surplus labor and the resulting unemployment and informal employment have formed over time a group of slums in the unowned city.
People here usually live on the garbage flowing out of the giant wall, or help the survivors in the giant wall pick up scattered and hunt on the wasteland, or do some work that survivors in the giant wall are unwilling to do or cannot do.
In history, Big Rock City has tried to clean up these psoriasis attached to the giant walls, but after several attempts, it was simply thankless to do so.
Building a shack is an essential skill for almost every survivor on the wasteland. Even if it is removed today, there will be scavengers covering it tomorrow.
And every year when the wave comes, the nobles in the inner city also need these people to fill the front line.
Even the men who often make a fuss about economic strategies know that the impact of drawing manpower from slums is much smaller than that of drawing skilled industrial workers from industrial areas to carry guns.
Over time, the shacks spread from the roots of the giant wall to the wasteland like psoriasis, forming a buffer zone between order and chaos.
Over time, some houses like that have been built here, standing out in the slums with sewage.
Those chic buildings are usually homes of gang members or industries they operate for wastelanders.
The order here is maintained by gang members, who are mainly villains. They not only trade with the plunderers on the wasteland, but some are simply plunderers.
For the alliance, if we want to truly liberate the nearly 200,000 poor people beside the giant wall, we not only need to find them a job to support their families, but also find out the villains hidden in it.
This is obviously not good news for the villains hiding in it...
West Willow Wood Tavern.
Jeff, who was sitting on the second floor, played with the dagger in his hand, looked at the fine velvet floating outside the window, and a faint sadness was written on his cold and gloomy face.
As the leader of the Dagger Gang, although his bloodline is not as noble as that of the Sid, he is also a well-known figure in this slum of nearly 200,000 people. Anyone who sees him must respectfully call him a master or gentleman.
Logically speaking, he would not have any worries with such a status, but the recent series of things have made him feel a strong sense of uneasiness.
A newspaper seller lost in the outer city, and a revolution broke out in the Rock City, and then the alliance took over the Rock City, as if they had made an appointment.
It would be fine if it was just that, but obviously not the end.
The alliance began to set up rescue stations in slums, distributing food, registering survivor information, setting up tents, arranging work, and transferring some personnel...
This series of actions made him nervous.
The Alliance is breaking the tacit understanding that has been formed over a century and a half, trying to establish a new order in his underground kingdom!
What's even more terrible is that the newspaper seller was still jumping around, but the killer hired by Mr. Sid from him disappeared...
The sound of footsteps came outside the door.
Jeff subconsciously pinched the dagger and tightened his muscles, but after hearing the knock on the door, he relaxed his nervous nerves.
Come in.
The door is open.
West, the second leader of the Dagger Gang, came in from outside the door.
Before he could speak, Jeff immediately said.
Is there any news?
West shook his head with a gloomy face.
No.
Jeff was silent for a long time, and the dagger in his hand was inserted hard on the table, cursing in discomfort.
Oh shit……
Understanding the anger in his heart, West didn't say anything, sighed and walked to the chair beside him to sit down.
Sid was buried, and along with the collapsed building, the whereabouts of the "Little Knife" is still unknown, and Sberg is still alive... but these are irrelevant.The worst thing is that the distinguished guest from the north died, and our Serit also died. We spent a lot of time and energy, but in the end the weapon was not found.
Jeff's face was gloomy and said after a long time.
Where is Weilun?
...He seemed to go to the Alliance to plead guilty and got into the car to the prisoner-of-war camp. He had a sentence of not knowing how long he was. I suspected that he might have provided the sale of us and our guests from the north, which was what I was most worried about.
Looking at Jeff who was silent, West paused and continued.
The league has no action on us on the surface...but every action of theirs is almost fatal to us, and I suspect that when this snow or spring wave passes, they will settle the accounts for us.
Jeff was afraid, but his face looked disdainful and sneered.
They can still send troops to rush us all.
It may not be impossible, West said with a wry smile. The construction team was actually penetrating into the grassroots level of the slums. The more people they organized, the smaller the space we would hide... I even suspected that they had set their sights on you and me.
Jeff's eyes narrowed slightly.
In fact, there is no need to remind West, he also felt similar after seeing a series of measures in the league.Especially in recent days, he always feels that someone is staring at him.
perhaps
You should go to the north to avoid the limelight.
When the aftermath caused by the sudden change in the Rock City is completely calm, come back after everything is settled.
After pondering for a moment, he said seriously.
What is your suggestion?
West spoke out his thoughts.
Turn off the businesses that are prone to provoking the sensitive nerves of the alliance first, such as ‘labor dispatch’ and ‘organ transactions’.There are also facilities such as "hospitals", "kitchens", and "welfth homes" that may have problems, and they must also be turned off.
Jeff's brow twitched.
This is a lot of money.
West nodded silently.
Yes... But even if we don't turn it off, our customers will be almost wiped out, and it is purely a risk to continue operating.
Recently, those blue jackets were running around like crazy, and even the cannibal tribes hiding in the tunnel for winter were stripped out.
Those cannibals are really disgusting, and he doesn't like it either, but it's more pleasant to do business with them.
They caught fat sheep like Xingshang. After eating the meat, the remaining property and goods were often sold through slum gangs, and the rewards only required a few girls who could not sell them.
They are different from the distinguished guests in the north, and they don’t mind whether the slaves look good or not, nor are they picky about food.
Listening to the second leader's advice, Jeff stared at the dagger on the table and fell into deep thought.
When the business in Honghe Town was booming two years ago, these were actually small profits, so it didn't matter if they were given to Dean and Poison.
However, now, these once small profits are almost the big part of the gang’s income. What should he and his brothers eat after cutting them off?
After pondering for a moment, Jeff said slowly.
Transformation is OK, but we need new sources of income.
Seeing that the boss finally gave in, West breathed a sigh of relief and continued patiently.
I think so too... We have enough people on our hands, and as long as the whitewash goes smoothly, we can make a living.For example, find a way to contract some legal projects from the alliance, or go to Xizhou City to start a mine.After the procedures are completed, we will use our method to make it. The profits may not be as good as those of the robbery.
Jeff nodded slowly.
Do what you said... I plan to go to Liberty in a few days and explain the weapons to our customers. I guess I will stay there for a while and I will leave it to you here.
Obey orders.
West nodded respectfully, but curled his lips disdainfully.
The explanation to the client is probably fake. This old fox is probably scared by the alliance and has probably not been asleep these days.
But it's good.
This guy left, so it was easier for him to do something.
When he comes back, it’s hard to say who is the boss here.
Looking at his subordinate who was lowering his head, Jeff nodded slightly and was sending him down when a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the window.
The two of them immediately looked out the window and saw thick smoke floating on the dilapidated street not far away, and the crowd screamed and ran away around.
Oh shit!
The nerves that had just relaxed were tense again, Jeff cursed and stood up and walked to the window. What were those idiots doing!Didn’t I tell them to be more low-key these days!
Staring at the direction where the smoke floated, West's pupils contracted slightly.
Welfare home...
Hearing the three words of welfare home, Jeff's brow twitched violently, and he immediately turned around and walked to West, reaching out to grab his collar.
Take someone over immediately!Transfer goods to a safe place!Before the league's people come!quick!
yes!
Thinking of the league's methods, West nodded nervously, not daring to hesitate, and immediately turned around and walked out of the door.
Looking at the door that was closed in a hurry, Jeff always felt uneasy, cursed in a low voice, walked to the table and pulled up the dagger.
Maybe I should stay in the safe house for a while.
……
Star anise, bay leaves, fennel... What does Ah look like?
Holding a wrinkled note in his hand, Feng Qing, who was walking in the market at the entrance of the giant wall, looked around with a blank look on his face.
About an hour ago, she, Guigui and a few friends from other Goblin Corps prepared New Year's Eve food in the kitchen of the Alliance barracks.
As for the ingredients, they are the tentacles of the multi-legged beast.
These mollusc-like mammals are usually active in the forest from Dawn City to Red River Alliance, and there are also some but uncommon high-radiation areas in the city.
Most wasteland tourists will walk around when they see a multi-legged beast, because this thing is not only resistant to beats, but also has extremely strong recovery.
A shuttle of bullets swept over and the remaining limbs that fell all over the floor grew again in a few days.
More than that.
Its meat smells extremely smelly and smells like an egg that has been broken for half a month. I'm afraid it contains hydrogen sulfide in addition to organic acids, and almost no one wants to eat it.
However, their eldest mosquito suddenly had a whim
Since the multi-legged beast is so durable and can regenerate tentacles, if it can solve the problem of being irritated, wouldn’t we raise it like a leek!
If you cut one crop and grow one crop, the protein production efficiency is no more awesome than chicken, duck, pig, cow, sheep!
At first, everyone refused because it was too smelly, which led to the friends of other corps looking at them with strange eyes.
However, all of them combined could not resist the mosquito boss's persistence.
I think of a way to be toxic!MMP!The periodic table of elements is there, I don’t believe that I can’t cure a piece of meat!
No, no!The meat is so smelly!Lao Na even said it couldn’t do it!
Leader!Give up!
spices!Cover the smell with spices!Hahaha, I'm really a genius!
So
She was sent out to buy spices by everyone.
Feng Qing had no objection to this. The Mosquito Boss gave him 100 silver coins. This guy was so generous that he was talking about it.
However, the problem is...
She had no idea what these spices looked like, and she didn't know what the thing should be called when translated into a human couplet.
To be ashamed, she can't cook at all, but she tried it once in the game, but almost sent herself away.
This is much harder than flying a plane...
After walking around the market for several times, Feng Qing couldn't find any spices that matched the pictures searched online, and couldn't help but sigh.
Anyway, just have a spice that tastes very good... buy some of them.
If I had known this, I would have pulled Guigui out together.
Seeing that she had been walking around the stall for several times, the boss selling condiments couldn't help asking.
Hey, Miss, do you need help?
After understanding the couplet, Feng Qing stopped and nodded.
Well, are there any spices?
The boss scratched the back of his head.
spices?There is one, there is one...but which one do you want?
Anything is OK.
What the hell can anything be?
The boss was stunned for a moment and glanced at the string of garlic hanging under the shed.
Is this OK?
This is garlic, what I want is spices... Feng Qing couldn't help but frown. It seemed that there was something in the kitchen, and what I needed was the one with a bigger taste.
The boss scratched his head and said.
You said spices, garlic is also spices Ah... does it taste even bigger?If only it was more specific.
Rare...Is it counting?Feng Qing added a low voice with guilt.
The boss rubbed his index finger against his chin and thought for a while and said.
Rare?Exotic spices?I heard that the Bharat Province is rich in some spices with great flavors. A few days ago, there was a merchant from there selling them...
When Feng Qing heard the boss's words, his eyes lit up and he supported his hands on the stall.
Where is he?!
Being stared at by the bright eyes, the boss took a step back unconsciously and coughed.
He has left... I saw his goods sold out yesterday, so I guess it's time to go back.
It's sold out...
A hint of loss appeared on Feng Qing's face.
At this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from the side.
Exotic spices?I have some.
The direction of the sound was a slightly bigger stall. The owner was a young man in his twenties or thirties wearing a fur coat and smiling at her.
He is not doing business alone.
There were two taciturn young men sitting under the shed, one playing with the dagger, the other closing his eyes as if dozing off, and no one pays attention to it.
Feng Qing's eyes lit up and he immediately walked to the stall.However, after a glance at the thing placed on the wooden table, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes.
Do you... sell seasonings?
There are some miscellaneous items on the stall.
There are accessories such as glasses, rings, jewelry, and many other accessories, as well as rifles and bullets of various calibers, as well as clothes or backpacks.
There are even several mechanical prosthetics and electronic parts that are not visible for use.
No matter how you look like it is a condiment here.
Not even enough food.
There is still snow in the sky. Of course, we can't put that expensive thing outside. The man smiled and said, "The goods are in the hotel, not far from here. If you are interested, you can pick them up with me."
Feng Qing asked worriedly.
Is it very expensive?
Not expensive, you can definitely afford it!Seeing that the fat sheep had taken the hook, the man smiled and kicked the young man who was playing with a dagger, handed the stall to him, and he walked out from behind the stall, and said diligently, Come with me, I will take you there.
Uh-huh!
Feng Qing nodded excitedly and followed the man.
Seeing this, the boss selling seasonings opened his mouth hesitantly, just about to say something, but glanced around and closed his mouth again.
That guy was obviously from the Dagger Gang, and it was obvious that the miscellaneous goods sold at the stall were all stolen goods.
He is here to do business, not to cause trouble, but he doesn't want to have his throat cut in the middle of the night.
Seeing the little girl following the gang member and disappearing on the edge of the market, he shook his head and tsk his tongue.
Very beautiful girl.
What a pity.
Walking to the edge of the market, seeing the NPC heading towards the slum, Feng Qing couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion, looked at the tall building next to the viaduct and said.
Isn't the hotel there?
She remembers that NPCs all live in the Far Wind Hotel.
The man said with a laugh.
These are the places where wealthy merchants live. Those who do small business can't afford to live in a luxurious hotel... Come with me, it's not far ahead.
Is it luxurious...
Feng Qing glanced at the building that was as big as a wall.
It feels like it is just the same except for the height.
But when she thought that this was wasteland, she felt relieved.
Just in case, please send a message to Guigui.
Thinking of this, Feng Qing raised his index finger and tapped the VM on his left arm a few times, editing a brief message.
Feng Qing: It seems that the hidden mission is triggered when looking for spices!Excited!(???????)
Editing is completed
Send successfully!
After a while, the reply came.
Guigui: Hello, wait, where is the spice?!What to do with spices?We are all waiting for you!!!
Feng Qing smiled and snipped a few more words.
Feng Qing: Don’t panic.(Send failed)
Huh?
Seeing the small bubble behind the message, Feng Qing was slightly stunned.
Is the signal so bad?
……
After leaving the market, the two walked another period in the slum, and the surrounding shacks became increasingly broken and the alleys became narrower and narrower.
Until a rusty iron door, the man finally stopped, took out a key from his waist, and started searching.
While he was taking the key, Feng Qing looked here.
In front of me is a very narrow courtyard. Behind the weedy courtyard is a three-story red brick building with five or six rooms on the first floor, and each window is covered with dilapidated curtains.
Rather than saying that this is a hotel, she feels it is more like a dormitory or a school-like place.
Soon she caught a glimpse of a line of words on a rotten wooden sign, probably writing about a welfare home.
This is indeed not a hotel, right?
Feng Qing thoughtfully moved her gaze from the overgrown courtyard and looked at the other side of the alley, and happened to meet an old woman who had cleared the snow.
She was going to smile, but she saw the old woman change her face as if she had seen the plague god. She quickly moved her gaze away and hurriedly hid into the house.
She vaguely heard the sound of the door bolt plug.
Strange...
From the beginning, she felt that she might have triggered some hidden mission, otherwise how could there be so many people with guns around her?
Now she is becoming more and more convinced that this place is not a hotel at all, and the guy who brought her here is not a good person at all.
Miss, you are a resident of the shelter?
Hearing the man talking, Feng Qing withdrew his gaze from the other side of the alley and nodded.
Well, how did you see it?
The man said with a chuckle.
This is how your accent and unique temperament tell me... The wastelanders outside cannot compare with you.
This NPC is quite good at talking.
Feng Qing couldn't help but blush and said with a smile.
You have over the award.
Finally found the key, the man pushed open the iron door with a creaking sound and walked in first.
The guy didn't seem to worry about running away.
However, it was rare to trigger such an extraordinary task. She had no intention of running at all, and followed with a hint of curiosity.
The two walked through the overgrown yard, followed the stone path and stepped on the two steps of the front door, and walked to the main entrance of the Red Brick Building.
The man gave Feng Qing a gesture of waiting, walked closer to the wooden door alone, reached out and knocked it lightly twice.
As if I had been waiting at the door, the wooden door opened a crack, and a bored face appeared behind the crack of the door.
It was a woman in her twenties or thirties. Her hair was messy and freckles were growing beside her nose. She looked pretty pretty, but unfortunately there was a burn on her forehead that destroyed all the beauty.
Her name is Horaka. She has worked as a prostitute, a thug, and a mistress of the boss of the Dagger Gang. She is now the director of the Gray House Welfare Institute.
Everyone in the slum knew her.
Which child is lost, and the girl has never returned home. She either ran away with the wastelanders or came to her.
Myers...what are you here to do?Horaka lowered her hoarse voice and said impatiently, "Didn't Mr. West say that he has stopped these days?"
The man named Miles did not hide his pride on his face, and pressed his voice down very low, and said with a roar.
He did say so, but the opportunity was rare.
The woman glanced at the little girl standing behind Miles, staring left and right, and her eyes narrowed dangerously under the shadow.
Refuge residents?You're crazy...
She could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely not an ordinary wasteland guest.
She is only alone, without companions, and I have been paying attention to her for a long time.Don't be so timid. There are at least tens of thousands of residents in the northern suburbs. When the alliance finds out that one of them is lost, I am afraid that it will take many days to change her.Haven’t the customers in the north always wanted to buy one?
Seeing the crazy woman staring at her tightly, Miles quickly said with a chuckle, don't worry... I turned on the shield and there will be no signal.
He certainly knew that shelter residents would carry vital sign monitors (VMs).
I also know that the two VMs can position each other, which is just like the jackets of those blue gophers, which are common sense in the wasteland.
But even so what?
It is much easier to block signals than to locate signals.
As soon as he left the market, he turned on the shield.
The woman's sharp eyes eased a little, and the crack in the door widened a little.
Come in and talk.
As she said that, she looked at Feng Qing, who was standing behind Miles and fiddling with the VM, cleared her throat and said.
Come in too, it’s very cold outside.
Um!
Retracting the signalless VM back into his sleeve, Feng Qing nodded with a smile, and walked into the room with the man named Miles.
The vestibule is spacious.
The front door is opposite a wooden table with two iron cages made of steel bars standing on it, and shackles are hung on the railings. I don’t know if the black stains are rust or blood.
That should be blood.
As soon as she came in, she immediately smelled a very light stench of decay of oil.
There were more than a dozen chairs under the wooden stands. It seemed like there had been some special program here. Judging from the signs thrown next to the chairs, it should be something used to hold the signs at the auction.
There was a very thick gray falling beside the legs of the stool, and this weird facility should have been idle for some time.
As for why she can see clearly, that's right.
Flying above a hundred meters above, she could clearly see her head buried in the trenches, and of course she would not be able to see the details that were close to Chi Chi.
Are spices here?Although she knew this was nonsense, she still called out so softly.
Horaka looked at Miles, who was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter as if he had heard something funny.
spices?Hahaha!Hello... Little girl, you can't figure it out yet, right?
Before he finished speaking, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Feng Qing, and continued with a grim smile.
You should understand when you see this guy.
Horaka, who was standing aside, hugged her arms and also teased.
Remember to open your eyes wider in the next life. It is rare to be born in a shelter... But don't be too sad. Although the madman in the north is wild, it is much better than in the wasteland.
Really, if you don’t have spices, just make me happy.
Without showing a fear or horror as the two expected, Feng Qing took out a grenade and threw it at her feet with a smile.
As for reincarnation...why should we go together.
Wo Ri!
Looking at the pull rings rolling on the ground and the grenade rolling towards him, Miles, holding the gun, changed his face and suddenly fell back to the ground.
This crazy man!
Don't die?!
The same was true for Horaka, hiding to the side in horror.
Almost at the same time as they were lying down, the explosion of the eardrums roared in the hall, and nearly ten million Candela's white light flashed subconsciously closed their eyes.
But it's useless.
Not to mention that the speed of closing eyes cannot be faster than light, the nearly ten million Candela flashes cannot be blocked by just a layer of eyelids.
Oh shit!It's a flash bomb!
Miles, who was lying behind the stands, shouted in shock and anger, rubbed his red eyes with his left hand while shooting randomly.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the hall, but he couldn't hear any sound. His brain felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer and his body lost balance.
At this time, another larger grenade rolled to his side.
The moment he could see clearly, his face changed wildly.
The explosion of fire surged into the sky, and the air waves visible to the naked eye swept across the wooden stands, even shattering the window covered by curtains beside the door.
Miles died on the spot, and there was no time to say a last word.
Horaka sat on the ground, as if she was scared, with no trace of blood on her face and the floor was wet with ginger liquid.
She had been a thug of the Dagger Gang and had killed people, but that was something that happened when she was very young.
Even at that time, she was just fighting against hostile gangs with pistols on the streets, but she had never been bombed by shells.
Feng Qing, who was lying down next to the corridor on one side of the hall, shook her groggy head and stood up from the ground with the wall.
The impact of the flash bomb was also quite large on her, but it did not make her lose her combat effectiveness.
After all, she came down from the battlefield. Even if she was not as good as the bosses of the Burning Corps, she would not have fallen into the hands of the two minions.
Looking at the messy hall and the scorched floor, Feng Qing took out his pistol and loaded it, muttering in a low voice.
Is this charge too exaggerated?
With that power, it feels like the fragments are redundant...
Finally recovering from the aftermath of the explosion, Horaka secretly got up from the ground and prepared to slip away from the messy front hall.
However, before she could stand firm, the cold muzzle had already hit the back of her head, and then a non-standard couplet came from behind.
Don't move, I'm an awakened person after all, and I'm definitely much faster than you.
Khoraka slowly raised his hands and said tremblingly.
Don't shoot!
She couldn't understand why the girl who looked polite and quiet was so cruel in combat.
I surrender!
Feng Qing looked at her and continued to ask.
Are there anyone else here?Or are you the only one?
There are some goods in the ground, the basement... no, there are some slaves, oh no, they are prisoners.Horaka stammered.
There should have been some thugs here, but the business has stopped recently. She doesn’t have to entertain customers, but she only needs to feed the goods to stutter.
In order not to attract the attention of the alliance, the Dagger Gang disguised this place as an abandoned building.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curse a few words in her heart, the idiot who had turned into a corpse.If he survives, Mr. West will definitely cut him off his hands and feet and throw him to feed the dog.
She didn't care about her incoherent change, Feng cleaned her left arm's VM.
The signal still has not recovered.
It seems that shielding equipment is also installed in this building.
At this time, there were suddenly messy footsteps and shouts in the yard outside the door, and at least a dozen or twenty people came.
We're losing our nest.
If I had known that this hidden mission was so exciting, I would have brought Guigui too.
Looking at the direction of the door, he looked at the red-name NPC who was trembling with his hands in his head, and Feng Qing muttered to himself.
Just as she was about to face the enemy, a loud explosion suddenly came from outside the doors and windows, and the snow and soil caused by the explosion fell into the house like raindrops.
Ah！！！
She could no longer hold back the fear in her heart, and Horaka, who was shocked to the ground, let out a heart-wrenching scream, but soon she was hit hard on the head and fainted when she rolled her eyes.
It's so noisy.
After knocking the raider out, Feng Qing pressed his body and quickly moved to the window.
The moment she looked outside, her eyes suddenly opened.
Is this... a missile?!
The entire front yard was like being turned over by an excavator, leaving only a large pit several meters wide, printed in the center of the yard.
Although the explosion and splashed dust made the surroundings mess, it did not hurt any of the surrounding buildings, and even the walls of the yard did not collapse.
Such an accurate strike obviously doesn't look like a cannon!
There were several corpses lying next to the crater, and several gang members whose hands and feet were blown off were curled up and let out faint wails.
The explosion almost happened in an instant, so fast that they had no time to react.
The thick smoke filled the alley outside the courtyard, and there were banging gunshots and screams from time to time, but they were all broken cleanly without exception.
The battle is completely over.
A graceful figure crossed the dusty yard and walked smoothly towards the red brick building.
Looking at the raised alloy breastplate, painted black mirror helmet, and the explosion-proof shield and rifle held in the sister's hand, Feng Qing couldn't help but emit light.
Too cool!She couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.
What equipment is this?!
Wait, is it a prosthetic body?
X-16 glanced at the shelter resident who was pasted by the window, and gently tapped his index finger on his helmet.
Target recycling is successful
The task is completed.
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