With the crisp last gunshot of the Copperhead, another body fell in this wasteland.
Lin Mo swung the sword to shake off the accumulated blood on the blade. The smooth blade surface was spotless, without even a trace of blood. The blue-green runes shone brightly when it was put into the scabbard.
He calmed down his sharp edge.
And Kitagawa Hiroshi flicked the gun, took off the magazine and threw it aside, then neatly replaced it with a new magazine.
"Is he the last one? He shouldn't have that much energy in the Tiger Claw Gang. He can control eight minions which is pretty good." Lin Mo asked uncertainly.
"This should be the last one, Mr. Lin, thank you this time."
Kitagawa Hao also relaxed a little, and looked at Lin Mo with eyes filled with gratitude.
If it hadn't been for the other party's help, he wouldn't have been able to clean up so many Tiger Claw members today, even with his immense abilities.
The most that can be done is to kill that disgusting man and then fight to kill a few of his younger brothers. In the end, they will inevitably die together.
His sister will also be trapped in that dark cage forever, and her future end will be either suicide or complete sinking, becoming the protagonist of Black Mewtwo and becoming a disposable consumable.
After living in the City of Night for so many years, Kitagawa Hao is not afraid of death, but his only weakness is his sister. Thinking that his sister will end up like that, he is not willing to die.
"Collect people's money and help them eliminate disasters." Lin Mo shrugged nonchalantly, as if he was laughing at something, and said with a smile: "I hope this little brat like me can satisfy you, Mr. Client."
"I'm sorry, I admit that my tone of voice was a bit harsh this morning." Kitagawa Hiroshi apologized very sincerely:
"The reward you got from Wakako shouldn't be enough to pay for the hard work of this trip, but in order to place the commission, I also used up all my savings. Now I can't give you anything to repay you. I owe you a favor.
, if you have anything to do with me in the future, I will never shirk it!"
Lin Mo put the katana back into the bag and put the empty magazine that had just been thrown around into the bag. He didn't seem to care much about Kitagawa Hiroshi's gratitude:
"Let's talk about these things later. It's not over yet. Shouldn't your most important thing now be to save your sister?"
Beichuan Hao nodded calmly, turned around and ran out of the street immediately. But halfway through, he seemed to think of something again, turned around and asked Lin Mo:
"Lin Jun, will you stay here to clean the battlefield?"
At least others were very helpful. If Lin Mo was left to clean up the scene, he would feel a little guilty.
"No, I want to stay here and take these equipment back to sell." Lin Mo lowered his head and his eyes kept wandering over the firearms that fell to the ground:
"As for the corpses, forget it. Those scavengers have noses sharper than dogs. They are the best at picking out feces in the city. They will definitely not let this place go."
Are there any of these rags worth recycling? Kitagawa Hiroda was puzzled.
Weapons that can be used by gang members, and they are all low-level people. How can these people have anything valuable on them.
Even those guns weren't worth much. If they were sold to a gun shop, the boss would probably find it unlucky. After all, they were scraped from dead people.
And compared to these N-hand items that have been transferred through countless hands, no matter how cheap the price is, people who are willing to buy firearms will definitely choose genuine products.
Because firearms produced by Arasaka companies like Shigure and Nowaki are not much more expensive even if you buy them first-hand.
Unless it is particularly precious equipment, for example, after annihilating a company convoy, the firearms, body armor and other tactical equipment dropped from the company's security guards are often quite valuable and can be resold on the black market.
Kitagawa Hiroshi estimated that if he collected these broken guns on the ground and sold them, he would probably earn two to three hundred euros...
Humans are not donkeys. They cannot carry too many things on their backs, and they can only carry a few guns on their backs.
"It seems that Mr. Lin is a thrifty person." Although he was very confused, Kitagawa Hao still attributed it to Lin Mo's virtue.
After thinking about it, he didn't stay any longer, said goodbye and left here, running towards the restaurant.
Lin Mo curled his lips and began to wander around the wasteland, putting some decent-looking firearms back into his bag like he was recycling rags.
How should I put it... In fact, he originally thought that he didn't have the habit of recycling garbage.
Seeing the discarded firearms and equipment lying around after the battle, Lin Mo always felt itchy in his heart, as if he had gone back to the time when he was playing games. If he didn't pick up some of the garbage on the ground, it would be like losing 100 million in blood.
After all, this is my first official combat, so I have to pick up some trophies.
After struggling for a long time, Lin Mo decided to obey his desires.
As for the rest, he didn't bother to take care of it.
A city has its own "ecosystem", and these wastes are usually cleaned up by the city's scavengers.
Scavengers, commonly known as kidney cutters, are like vultures in the wilderness and tomb robbers in the cemetery. From Lin Mo's perspective, they are out-and-out scum and scum.
They don't have a fixed territory like other gangs in the city. The entire Night City is their "business scope".
They will use sap, kidnapping, any simple and effective method. Then they will put the unlucky victim on the operating bed without wasting anesthesia. They will use knives and drills to peel off the victim layer by layer as if it were an object.
Take away all the useful parts.
Organs and prosthetics can be exchanged for money on the black market, and even minds and emotions can be used as consumables to film and sell Black Mewtwo in exchange for profits.
The human being is exploited to the extreme by them, like a juicer squeezing out all the value.
But few people know that the above-mentioned "business" is just something that professionals can do. They are vultures in the wilderness, high above the ground. They not only eat the freshest meat, but also have the ability to hunt.
More scavengers are incapable of hunting. They are maggots in the gutter, incompetent people waiting for prey.
There are homeless people everywhere on the roadside, unlicensed clinics operating in street alleys, and even low-level "corpse carriers"... When the time comes, they will seamlessly switch to scavengers.
Clean up the "defective products" in the city.
Tramps like these corpses lying in cramped alleys, discarded firearms and other things will not let go of these God-given blessings.
As for the reason?
Just live in the moment.
Before leaving here, Lin Mo took one last look at the messy scene.
Every gun battle that takes place in this city inevitably leaves behind wreckage and debris, just like a "whale drop" on the vast ocean, attracting the prying eyes of countless marine creatures.
But the final result is always that those who eat meat eat meat, those who drink soup drink soup, and those who drink bowl lick the bowl.
Until the end, someone will rinse the bowl with water, drink it in one gulp, and enjoy the sweetness that exists in fantasy.
And just when Lin Mo walked out of the alley and onto the road, he happened to catch a glimpse of several homeless people in tattered clothes walking inside while carefully avoiding his sight.
The alley is dark and narrow, and the tall buildings on both sides block all the sunlight. Instead, the road is covered with bright yellow lazy gold, which is warm and welcoming.
Lin Mo tightened his bag, sighed, and walked to the restaurant.