Gasoline Town is undoubtedly the core of the Auto 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 been reopened, and some precious ordnance supplies are also open for sale; 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 needle of a self-destructing scorpion, a standard E-class beast corpse."
"What about its other parts?" the inspector said indifferently. Both of his arms were replaced with mechanical hands and he was repeatedly inspecting the prey.
"The blood of self-destructing scorpions is flammable chemical liquid. It would be great 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 his seat to a young man dressed in military uniform. This young man was highly mechanized, and his exposed neck had been transformed into a mechanical body.
Zhao Zhu just glanced at it, then sneered and said: "The tail needle of the self-destructing scorpion is equivalent to a detonator. Tell me, the self-destructing scorpion you killed exploded. Why is there no trace of explosion on this tail needle?"
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 live in peace?"
boom!
Zhao Zhu didn't say anything nonsense, he directly pulled out his pistol and shot the opponent in the head.
The metal skull head suddenly jumped 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 Zhu said calmly: "It is the duty of mechanical hunters to sweep away the herds of beasts. In the military supply warehouse, the bodies of the hunted beasts can even be directly exchanged for supplies."
"With such generous treatment, if you don't work hard, you are not qualified to live in this oasis."
Zhao Zhuo 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 colleagues who were lining up honestly, he was stunned for a moment and said:
"It's strange to be so obedient."
Soon, prosecutors found the senior engineer.
"The prey is right behind, go and see for yourself."
As soon as an inspector went to inspect, he was stopped by another colleague and said: "No need for this, let's let it go."
The senior engineer grinned, put his index and middle fingers together, raised his hand towards the other party, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.
"Why, didn't Team Leader Zhao just say -"
"This man is different. He is a senior hunter."
"So what?" the man said somewhat unconvinced.
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 gain anything today?"
"30, so many, and he's the only one!?"
The prosecutors were very surprised. You should know that an armed squad of a security corps 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-win."
The man paused and said: "Soon, a small group of beasts will flow here. He is very valuable."
The prosecutor nodded thoughtfully.
The senior engineer 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 around outside.
He drove all the way to the Rose Gasoline Bar, only to find that the door was closed. He honked the horn with his little finger squatting on his front teeth, smoking.
Littlefinger glanced at him and got directly into the passenger seat without seeing anyone else.
"During the war, bars are not allowed to open," Littlefinger sighed, popping the cigarette butt out of the window.
"normal."
"But the munitions warehouse provides alcohol service."
"It seems there is a relationship with the household," the senior engineer took out a cigarette box and gave the other party one.
"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 a good opportunity for a prosthetic doctor like you to make a fortune?"
"Hey, don't mention 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 you will be on the front line soon."
"It's okay if we don't have oil and water, but we still risk our lives!" Littlefinger said with a look of grief and anger: "If I had known I would end up like this, I shouldn't have left the other side of freedom!"
"On the other side of freedom, are you not from the city that never sleeps?"
Little Finger, who knew he had spilled the beans, looked stiff and quickly changed the subject, saying: "What are you doing in the bar?"
The senior engineer smiled and did not chase after him. 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 very expensive. Don't even think about it if you don't have six-digit mechanical coins. Do you have the money?"
"I don't want original ones, second-hand ones will do."
"I'm talking about the second-hand price."
"Tsk."
Seeing the senior engineer looking at him strangely, Little Finger's expression changed: "Don't look at me, I don't have a car, and I won't lend you money."
"I didn't borrow money from you. I want to negotiate a business deal with you."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the end, the ‘new surgical plan’ mentioned by the senior engineer impressed 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 because he wanted to see what the other party would do.
"Doctor Finger."
"Go away!"
Littlefinger pushed the soldier at the door with a dark expression and walked in with a gloomy look on his face.
The soldiers from 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, please 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 plasmid."
The former is responsible for extracting special proteins from the worm glands, and the latter is responsible for transferring metal antibodies from the proteins.
It's not complicated to do - once you know the recipe.
"What are you doing standing still? Come here and help me."
"You want me to give you a hand?" Little Finger pointed at himself, his face full of disbelief.
"Well, bring me another stool by the way."
"If you can't get anything out of you, 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.
But senior engineering 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 up close."
"It means that classical mechanical hunting will rise again."
"It means that to some extent, we will change the direction of desert warfare."
"It also means I'm going to get rich."
The senior engineer shrugged, "At least I have money to buy a car."
Littlefinger's face was red, he kept walking back and forth, and 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 take it all to yourself?" Littlefinger said angrily: "Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?"
"Uh, not really, not really."
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."
"In other words, this thing cannot be mass-produced in a short period of time."
"Desert worm, desert worm, you have to notify the people below to catch the bugs immediately, catch them all! If it's too late, they 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."
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 following hunting missions, they will naturally lead to the revival of classical mechanical hunters.
Senior engineer once said that he wanted to stimulate the craze of cold weapon hunting, and it was not just words.