Chapter 194: Guard

A totally unexpected gain.

According to Lin Xiang's original idea, he only asked for some help as a new member of the "Redener". The verbal condition was actually a complaint that he didn't even have hope. He only hoped to get Alfra's help so that he could get the battery production assembly line from the damn gay man Gregory, but he never dreamed that Alfra would be so generous to give him such a rich gift.

This was indeed a surprise. But after the shock, Lin Xiang also felt a faint sense of alert.

Machinery, especially the production line that can produce weapons, has unimaginable value in the barren wasteland world that humans in the old era. Having them means not having to sell a lot of food and buy more equipment from other forces, and the excess output can also become a bargaining chip in their hands. Hidden Moon City will no longer need to rely on the "support" of Ferdinand and Sosbia in weapons. If you want, Lin Xiang can even become the largest arms dealer in this region.

There are too many materials listed on this list, and their value cannot be measured in simple currency. If we have to find the equivalent part of the private property we own, Lin Xiang is even willing to exchange it with the entire Yinyue City.

What's more, the materials promised by Alfra even include m1a3 main battle tanks and as many as twenty armored combat vehicles... It can be seen that the strength of the "Redeners" is much greater than they imagined. Although it is not clear how many family assets these parasites who have long rebeled from the Knights have, it is undeniable that they have indeed mastered the material foundation of the Skeleton Knights to a certain extent, and are using various methods to transform them into combat power. Obviously, the "Vulture Mercenary Group" is only a small part of them. What about those they don't know? How much of their lurking power is there? If it is truly released, can it really destroy the entire Rockefeller family?

"In addition to these, if you have any additional needs, you can contact Captain Sock directly. As long as it is reasonable, it can be met."

Aphra's words dragged Lin Xiang back from his contemplative state to reality. He nodded, folded the list of supplies carefully, carefully stuffed it into his chest pocket, and said, "I have two questions."

"Tell me!" Avra ​​held the table and sat upright.

"The virus fusion cells used by Rockefeller to transform family members should be able to replicate, but why did they not inject cultured people? In any case, as long as they can control their thinking consciousness, it means that they can get a new batch of powerful parasites that are absolutely obedient to themselves. This makes me very confused... In addition, I wonder if there is any special way to improve the strength of parasites in a short period of time?"

There was no sign of emotional fluctuation on Afura's calm face. She looked at Lin Xiang and smiled slowly, "You are such a greedy guy... Haha! My reply may disappoint you - I don't know the answer to both questions."

Lin Xiang nodded silently. He just said with possible thoughts. In fact, even he himself had no hope for it.

"Although I don't know, there is a place that can satisfy your curiosity." Suddenly, Afura's words changed, and once again aroused Lin Xiang's interest that was about to lose.

"Doctors Association--"

Aphra bent her fingertips and tapped on the desktop: "If even they can't answer your questions, then you can't find any answers in this world."

Lin Xiang's handsome face with a sunny smile appeared subconsciously in Lin Xiang's mind.

"Finally, I want to give you a piece of advice-"

Looking at Lin Xiang with a slightly confused look, Alfra put away her smile, and her voice suddenly became deep and cold. She said word by word: "Remember! You can despise anyone, but never underestimate any member of the Rockefeller family. Even a five-year-old child, as long as his surname is Rockefeller, you must concentrate all your attention and face it seriously. They are the most terrifying existences in the world-"

The sky in winter is as gloomy as death. The boundless radiant clouds, like a grey and dull shadow, silently enveloped the same gray earth, as if the distance between the two was shrinking little by little, slowly compressing and flattening the amazing height in the middle, making everything on this planet return to chaos.

This is a rainy season. Under the control of the cold force, the water droplets falling in the clouds directly condense into hexagonal ice-edged snowflakes, and they all sprinkled from the sky. The snowflakes that fell first on the ground will soon melt. Before the cold liquid is completely absorbed by the dry soil, the snowflakes that fell one after another quickly covered them. They piled up layer by layer, dense, black, yellow, mud red... Everything was swallowed by the drifting snowflakes, and only hopeless pale remained between the sky and the earth.

The buildings in Yinyue City are very distinctive. These houses built with large pieces of stone and mud have a strong and hard sense of solidity. They are very strong, with hard walls even similar to those of the solidified reinforced concrete of the old era. Using mud to burn bricks is one of the civilized technologies that humans in the old era are proud of. However, the new generation of humans who survive in the wasteland world lack various engineering equipment, including large excavators, and lack sufficient fuel, so they can only adopt other simple and feasible construction methods. However, except for the slight lack of appearance, in general, there is actually no difference between stone houses and high-rise buildings.

The city lord's residence looks similar to other buildings in the city. If you have to find some difference from it, it is a slightly larger size and a higher floor. If you look closely, you will find that this difference is at most less than a dozen square meters. Compared with the multiple differences of hundreds or thousands of times the privileged class in the old era, it is really insignificant.

Krasnov sat on the bluestone steps at the door of the official residence. He was wearing a thick gray cotton coat. This kind of warm clothing could effectively resist the cold, but Krasnov still felt that it was very cold. The bone-permeable cold seemed to occupy the body completely. He even felt that the blood vessels were completely frozen and hard. As for the red liquid flowing in it, it had long turned into a semi-coagulated thick paste.

"call--"

After breathing a long sigh, he put his thick palm into his arms, took out a bottle of white wine with a slightly warm warmth from the inner bag of the coat close to his body, and swung it hard to open the bottle cap and pour a few mouthfuls. The transparent pure wine liquid was like a line of fire, flowing smoothly down the stomach bag along his throat, and then spreading to his whole body. It was like a fierce and cruel supervisor with a hideous face that could not be seen by the naked eye, but actually existed, scattered in every corner of his body, whipping every cell with a sharp barb, allowing them to wake up from the cold, struggle and jump, running, and restore the stiff nerves to consciousness and rejuvenate warmth and vitality.

This is a bottle of aged wine that Krasnov spent fifty Sosbian dollars to get from the black market. The label attached to the bottle contains the Chinese characters of the old era - "Red Star Erguotou". This 65-degree soy wine is spicy and intense, and after a hundred years of sealing, it has long become a liquid similar to alcohol. But Krasnov likes it very much, especially in winter when even when even peeing can freeze yellow popsicles, there is nothing more comfortable than drinking a sip of strong wine.

The sky was gradually brightening, and in the cold and dull street intersection in the distance, a few noisy voices came from time to time. Occasionally, you could hear the roar of the car engine and the collision between the wheels crushing the road. The whistling wind spreads these sounds quickly. Even if it is far away, you can feel the chaos surrounding the inner city lord gate.

After touching the pistol in the lower hood of the left tuck, he took out the bread and bacon in the flat lunch box from his right pocket, and paired it with an onion that was not much bigger than his fist. Krasnov began to chew his head with his eyes full of vigilance, but he did not forget to scan the surroundings at any time and observe all potential dangers.

The cornbread is very rough, but it exudes a strong milky aroma. Sankia's craftsmanship is very good, and the woman kneaded at least half a pound of butter into the dough. In her words: "If men are to have enough strength outside and in the bed, they have to eat more and better."

He stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth and patted the residue on his hands. Krasnov took out a cigarette as usual, took out a living sculpture that was frozen and hard, covering himself in the thick smoke that was sprayed between his mouth and nose.

At the intersection of the street, a slight sound of footsteps came. It was getting closer and closer, louder, light and rhythmic.

A few minutes later, a figure in a large black robe slowly approached. With the help of the dim and light skylight, you could vaguely see the beautiful face of Grena Regil, which was a bit sarcastic and ridiculous at any time.

Krasnov took a last sip of the cigarette that was about to burn out, and blew the shiny cigarette butts onto the wall opposite the street, and flew out a scattered spark. He stood up, moved his sore and soft legs, stretched his waist long, took out the remaining half bottle of white wine in his arms and handed it over.

"Save it yourself! I don't like that kind of thing." Grena opened the chain of the backpack on her shoulder, revealing a bottle of whiskey stuck in it. Just next to the light brown wine bottle, there was an exquisite, small and amazingly powerful Uz submachine gun.

Krasnov nodded, without saying anything, turned around and strode towards the street. Behind him, Grena put down her backpack and sat back on the steps with a little warmth.

Standing in front of the window on the second floor, Ying Jia stretched out her white fingers and wiping them back and forth on the foggy glass. Soon, she drew a piece of transparency the size of a palm. From this angle, you can see the back of Krasnov, who slowly disappeared at the end of the street, and the military boots that stretched out from under the eaves, slanting down the side of the steps.

Since the day before yesterday, the two of them have taken turns to wait at the door of the official residence day and night. They have neither said they would come in nor made any requests for Jia. It can be seen that they are very worried about the girl living alone in the house.

Yinyue City is gradually falling into chaos.

Although various streets and regional management agencies are working hard to maintain order, all defense forces and the city guards have been drawn out, the relevant institutions originally used to maintain public order have been paralyzed, and panic and uneasy have also spread and increased among the people. Some people who have just joined the city and have only obtained the lowest-level citizenship qualifications have begun to snatch stores. A few who have the ability to evolve in the early stages, who have insufficient identity and contribution, have failed to enter the city guards and enjoy more welfare benefits, have also blatantly established their own underground dark forces.

This is a contradiction that every settlement in the wasteland world exists and can never be reconciled. With strong evolutionary power, those who are capable can often occupy more share of resources, food, clean drinking water, alcohol and candies, and even women... On the other hand, as an ordinary person, this tendency is also fueling. Beautiful women will quietly provide services to the superpowers in exchange for protection or more food. Other free women are

The only difference is that those who do not need to work but can get a large supply of supplies, have gone from the top with all the official titles to the old era to have solid muscles, burly, and fiercely and cruel evolved people.

Lin Xiang never thought of changing the world. He just wanted Yinyue City to have the most basic legal system. Killing, gambling, prostitution... All the dirtiest and sinful activities in human society are not prohibited. However, there is a most critical prerequisite - no matter what you want to do in Yinyue City, you must first follow the law and only be implemented if allowed. Human beings are originally looking for rules between suppression and being suppressed. Lin Xiang and the people closest to him form the top of the ruling system. Especially Yang Hua, who has the power of four-star parasitics, has become the most powerful existence that shocks and intimidates other peepers.

Unfortunately, the power of the "Demon Claw" is too powerful. Even though Yinyue City has military power of thousands of people, in front of Boris, who has the strength of nine stars, it is as weak as a group of ants hovering in front of giant elephants. The social structure based on the moral and ethics of the old era that Lin Xiang has painstakingly constructed has gradually collapsed under the pressure of invisible force.

From a distance, gunfire sounds are heard from time to time. The explosion of flames will reflect a red and yellow light on the glass covered by water vapor. They all come from the periphery of the city, and even roaring voices can be faintly heard, and there are faint, difficult-to-identify but practical cries.

Krasnov's figure had disappeared. Grena opened her backpack, carefully checked the magazine of the Uz submachine gun, and placed two anti-infantry grenades in her best position. After doing all this, she took out the bottle of whiskey from her bag, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip. Two balls of slightly pink blushed, and the blood that suddenly accelerated with the flow rate, instantly covered the smooth cheeks of the skin.

Her eyes were always staring at the corner of the street in the distance. The location of the official residence was in a deep depression in the street, and any slight movement could be observed from here.

As soon as the city fell into chaos, Krasnov took the initiative to come to the door of the official residence to serve. The next day, Grena also took the initiative to join the ranks.

They had all met Ying Jia. Although they had never spoken face to face, they all had a good impression of the girl who was nominally the "daughter of the city lord". In Krasnov's words, "Although we are far from being the opponent of Boris, I can protect the girl and take her out of the city when the situation is critical."

Grena knew that Krasnov's words were a bit insincere.

To be precise, he just wanted to use such an action to do his best to protect Yin Yue.

The situation in the city has reached a deadlock. The "Claws" car was surrounded by the City Guards, and many members of the City Management Committee, including Wang Biao and Blanche, were detained, but neither side of each other did anything rashly. They were all looking for the best opportunity for them to take action, waiting for the time when it might not exist. In this way, Lin Xiang, who was far away in the Crescent City, naturally became the focus of urgent waiting for both forces.

Krasnov did not want Yin Yue to become a "claw" to dump "Jet" money recycling place. He has seen the cities that were forced to sell "Jet" countless times, gradually moving from prosperity to destruction. He is not a saint, and the life and death of others has nothing to do with him, but he is unwilling to give up his hard-won happy life.

Yinyue City has his home, Sankia, kind and familiar faces, and everything he must protect for.

Grena was a little difficult to understand this feeling, she was gradually adapting to the new environment. Of course, a dull life would not be able to receive a generous commission as before, but she also felt that what Krasnov said made sense-"We cannot live in the killing every day, and always look for a home of our own."

The snowflakes gradually attached to the window glass, gradually filling the blank that had just been wiped out, and regaining the hazy thing as before.

"A man, a woman... they are all good people."
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