Chapter 162 Industrial Waste
"Drunk and driving?"
Su Xia hid in the dark, keeping a close eye on the mercenaries leaving the city.
This is dangerous behavior and should not be done.
Along the way, patrol soldiers from Coral City stopped these mercenaries many times, but the mercenaries were allowed to pass as long as they showed the certificate given to them by Wu Zhonggui.
Fortunately, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening and there were not many people on the street.
More than twenty off-road vehicles were like a group of mechanical beasts, roaring and humming their engines on the empty street at night, waking up countless residents along the street.
Wu Yong was driving the car in the front, reeking of alcohol, and laughed, "Haha, so comfortable. Life in this city is just different!"
"When we have made enough money , we will all come to the city and become rich. What do you think?"
"Angkor is right, we make money to enjoy it!"
The arrogant personalities determine the reckless behavior of these mercenaries.
At the beginning of the war, Wu Yong was just a murderer sentenced to life imprisonment.
Later, the prison was damaged in the war and the guards fled one after another. He gathered a group of prisoners and formed a robbery organization. They robbed empty jewelry stores and fled civilians, and gradually developed into the current mercenary team.
The other mercenaries' success stories were similar to his.
The road to the rise of every mercenary organization is paved with blood and corpses.
Some organizations seem to have turned over a new leaf and are now only helping some wealthy businessmen guard the mines in the wilderness. However, as long as they are paid enough, they will take action again, regardless of whether they kill good or bad guys.
There is no good or bad when it comes to money.
Wu Yong took a bottle of liquor from the passenger seat, took a gulp, and said with a smile: "Didn't Wu Zhonggui say that every rebel's head would be charged extra money?"
"Yes, Angkor, what do you think?" asked a mercenary in another car.
"You all think the same as I do, right?"
"Haha, great minds think alike!"
“…”
Without much communication, these mercenaries had already reached a consensus.
Since every head will be counted for money, we naturally have to find ways to get more heads.
What is the difference between the heads of resistance organizations and those of civilians?
Oh, no, there is a difference...
Civilian heads are easier to cut off.
This mission takes a long time but the reward is huge, so as long as you take your time, there are plenty of ways to make money.
Wu Yong laughed and said, "Wu Zhonggui is also a bad guy. I heard that he was a member of the resistance army before, but later he betrayed the organization and climbed to his current position."
"That's right. The manager of the club he took us to just now is his acquaintance." Another mercenary also said, "That's why he let us eat and drink as much as we want. The money is all recorded in the public account. The more we spend, the more commission he earns."
"When the time comes, just talk to him and give him some of the money you earn!"
The mercenaries all understand that everyone can make a profit, and this is the only way to achieve long-term development.
As long as it is done properly, perhaps "hunting rebels" can be turned into a long-term business. After a few years, your pockets will be filled...
They were talking and laughing, rushing forward at a very fast speed, not even paying attention to the traffic lights along the way, rushing out of the city and into the dark suburbs.
The heavy tires rolled over the broken road at a high speed. Wild grass grew on both sides of the road and the sound of insects chirped.
In the suburbs, the speed is even faster.
These guys could never have imagined that the masked man, whom they thought was dead, was right above them, watching them quietly as they drove towards the wilderness.
For them, the journey was quite smooth.
"Wuhu..."
They opened the car windows and roared into the night, like a group of unevolved apes.
The strong wind was raging inside and outside the carriage, and even the wind carried a strong smell of alcohol.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Su Xia did not take any action against them for the time being.
He followed these guys all the way from the suburbs into the wilderness.
Time slowly came to around four in the morning.
After this rapid journey, Wu Yong and his companions were close to their destination.
Because they were flying very high, Su Xia could already see an area with dim lights in the dark land in the distance.
"Mercenary town."
It is a temporary gathering place and garrison area for a large number of mercenaries.
Su Xia quickened his pace and arrived at the town before Wu Yong and others.
On the plaque at the entrance to the town hangs a long string of shriveled human heads.
When the wind blew, the hair on those people's heads swayed like dry grass.
The houses in the town are all made of rusty steel frames, as if they were built with mechanical parts dismantled from scrap metal from the old days. Springs and gears are decorations everywhere, and broken metal pipes have become seats on both sides of the road. The town is devastated, dilapidated and desolate.
“Crunch…Crunch…”
Rough and primitive rusty plaques hang outside the shops on both sides of the road, swaying in the rough wind and making teeth-grinding sounds.
The town was dimly lit, the roads were dilapidated, and the ground was littered with garbage blowing in the wind.
Bars, casinos, exchanges, etc. can be seen everywhere. Heavy metal music blasts out in many bars, and a large number of mercenaries use alcohol to drown their madness.
In addition to alcohol, there was also a burning supply of illegal drugs.
As soon as Su Xia walked into the town, she smelled an unpleasant odor.
It was a smell mixed with drugs, alcohol, vomit, blood, etc. Even the blowing wind in the wilderness could not blow it away. It seemed as if it had penetrated deeply into every inch of soil in this land.
"Bang!"
The door of a bar nearby was suddenly smashed, and two drunken mercenaries wrestled with each other, their bodies covered in blood.
The rest of the people cheered for the two of them crazily, with laughter and curses mixed together, echoing in the night sky.
The hot blood splattered, some even splashed onto Su Xia's shoes.
He ignored it and continued walking forward.
At a corner, he saw another man and a woman.
The two men seemed a little confused, maybe they had taken too many drugs.
There is no trace of normal order here. Chaos, blood, violence and sex are the appearances here. Hidden beneath the appearances are countless lost lives and flowing money.
The only areas that can be considered normal are the rest area in the distance and the trading center of the town.
In the trading center, many mercenary organizations will conduct normal communication and exchange supplies.
Su Xia walked into the area and looked around. There were all kinds of goods. There was nothing these mercenaries couldn't get, just things they couldn't imagine. It was like a large vegetable market.
Weapons are the most common, and the rest are slaves.
Bullets of various calibers, artillery shells, firearms, artillery, etc., even infantry fighting vehicles and tanks are for sale, and there are even imitation combat robots made through reverse research on the mechanical family.
In fact, the small items in this trading area are basically imitations made in small workshops.
Large objects such as infantry fighting vehicles are remnants of many wars, and most of them are second-hand goods that have been repaired after being scrapped on the battlefield.
Su Xia walked to a stall, picked up a gun at random and looked at it.
[Automatic rifle, the firing mechanism is a hammer rotary type, capable of single shot and continuous firing, with mechanical sights, it is judged to be a replica of the Terran Anlo Company's AL46 automatic rifle]
[The imitation product is made of cheap materials and has rough workmanship, so it cannot be used for a long time]
【One glance at waste】
[Identified as: pure industrial waste]
Su Xia knows Anluo Company.
Some modules of his previous third-level humanoid armor were produced by this company.
It was a large arms research company of the human race, but it has now split up. Almost all managers and old employees have surrendered to the mechanical race. Its headquarters is located in the Giant Whale City in the north, and it now only provides weapons to human soldiers in the areas ruled by the mechanical race.
Only one young man jumped on a plane before the company's headquarters base fell, and finally escaped to Longcheng, where he established another headquarters of Anluo Company.
"It's just garbage..."
Su Xia looked carefully at the gun in his hand. It looked quite exquisite in appearance.
Although the products of small workshops cannot compare with those of large companies in terms of materials and craftsmanship, for mercenary organizations and resistance organizations in the wilderness, as long as the weapons can be used, it is fine.
There are also several small workshops over at the oasis camp.
The most typical one is Boss Shu’s studio.
Su Xia had been in there several times and saw a large number of imitation mechanical parts inside.
Even the set of level 4 armor that Boss Shu made for him had many parts that were hand-made.
The situation is difficult now and it is hard to put together a set of genuine equipment.
Su Xia put down the gun and looked at a small-caliber mortar next to the stall.
"It's garbage again..."
The system once again gave a garbage identification result.
But in Su Xia's eyes, all the garbage in this trading market are very precious materials.
The mercenary in charge of this stall heard Su Xia's words and immediately raised his head, saying in a bad tone: "What rubbish are you talking about?"
"nothing."
Su Xia looked calm, pointed at the gun and asked, "How much is this gun?"
"Three thousand, no bargaining."
"So expensive?" Su Xia picked up the gun and shook it, "This is not a genuine product."
"Look, where are the authentic ones now?" The mercenary knocked on his stall. "These are all imitations. The buyer ripped me off. You think they're too expensive, but I think they're too expensive too!"
Su Xia smiled, threw the gun aside, and asked, "Will you sell it for fifty?"
Upon hearing the price, the stall owner's face darkened completely.
"Are you looking for trouble on purpose?"
"yes."
"you……"
