Elena...

Lin Xiang lowered his head and looked at the cigarette between his fingers thoughtfully. Occasionally, an airflow passed by, and the lit cigarette butts would become light and dark, and it was elusive.

"Four years ago, Elena was transferred from the company's headquarters to Emma. It is said that she was a pet picked up from the wilderness by a big man in the company. Maybe she was tired of playing, maybe she felt that the little girl was not as good as her appetite. In short, the old guy who adopted her threw Elena here and became Gliffiz's senior assistant."

Lock looked up at the ceiling, and two thick smoke blew out of his mouth and nose, slowly said in a tone that could not hear the slightest emotion: "People in the wilderness mature very early. In many refugee camps, ten years old means the sign of adulthood. At this time, boys must join the hunting team or cultivate crops near the gathering place. They have to support themselves, otherwise they will be sold to slave traders or become members of the whole tribe.

The meat reserves of winter. In contrast, girls are much worse. They have to accept their first man at the age of ten. Maybe they are some foreign mercenary or material seller, or maybe some man in the clan who can take out enough food to buy her first night. If they are not lucky, they are likely to be possessed by their father or a strong man in their family before or even younger. Their only function is to give birth."

As he said that, Locke took out a silver flat wine pot with a smooth surface from his pocket. He unzipped the plug on the mouth of the bottle and tilted his neck to fill a big mouthful. He spitted out the wine pot and handed it to Lin Xiang with his eyes slanted: "Come on a little bit?"

Lin Xiang is not against drinking, but he never takes the initiative to come into contact with this alcoholic beverage with strong side effects except when it is not necessary, except for heating or refreshing.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the wine pot and leaned closer to his lips and took a sip.

"When I first followed those veterans on missions, I once went to a refugee settlement."

The tongue, which was anesthetized by alcohol, was a little big, and Locke's voice was obviously a little bit drunk. "That night, I accepted the first woman except Jessina."

"What's her name?" Lin Xiang picked up his slightly wet cigarette holder and took a sip, asking lightly. He could guess the reason why Locke talked to him.

"Alice, Anna, Barbara...or, or something else? What if he doesn't matter! I've forgotten it long ago."

Lock cleared his throat and squirted a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it on the ground. The gaze drifted in his eyes was a little sad: "She is very thin, but very soft. Her breasts are very small, but very feminine. She has been trained since she was a child to know how to please men. Do you know how many things I can use to exchange for her? Twelve bullets, hahahaha! I got a nine-year-old virgin with just twelve bullets."

Lin Xiang didn't say anything. He lowered his head and silently looked at the lit red tobacco on the cigarette butts at his fingertips. They slowly eroded the unburned similar species next to him like a plague. Like insects and ants, they slowly and steadily released all their energy in the combustion, and spread this terrible death with itself as the center, carefully and orderly devoured the part wrapped in white paper rolls.

"If I don't change her, the man who possesses her will become other people in the clan, or even... her father."

Locke's face flushed, he stroked his sturdy, whispered his cheeks, sighed: "The refugees need ammunition to hunt. If there is not enough prey, they will kill worthless children and elderly people, dry them and reserve them for winter. The world is so big that no one knows how many refugees there are in the wilderness, and no one knows where their wandering steps will end. Whether we or them, we can only make the most difficult decisions when it is best for survival. Sometimes, seemingly cruel practices are not necessarily wrong. Just like those who can

Like a pity girl, if you can't bear to let her spend the night with you, they will be considered by the tribe members as waste that even men don't like. Apart from being killed, there is no other choice. On the other hand, if you accept her, she will be safe within at least three months to six months. People in the wilderness like to trade with mercenaries. They think that mercenaries are much stronger than ordinary men, women after sex will have a higher chance of pregnancy, and babies born stronger. Therefore, actions that do not meet moral standards are precisely a kind of good deed that can ensure their survival."

Lin Xiang nodded slightly and shook his head again. He didn't know how to deal with what Locke said. But he had to admit that what the mercenary captain said did make some sense. He was silent for a long time before he asked with difficulty: "...Why do you want to say this to me?"

"You are a very strange person."

Locke seemed to see through his thoughts: "I haven't known you for a long time, but you can always bring me some unexpected actions and feelings. You are an excellent soldier, and you are also good at killing. But you are different from other mercenaries who fight for money and desire. They just fight for desire. And you...are something completely different from them."

Lin Xiang still didn't know what to say. He raised his clear eyes like a green pond and wandered back and forth on the floor under his feet and the wall in front of him.

"Elena is a good girl."

Lock stretched out his thick arm covered with thick hair and patted his shoulders hard: "Most of the world are ordinary humans, and there are actually very few evolutionary psychics like us. You must learn to observe the world from their perspective to understand them and understand them. I have read several books dug out of the ruins. The destroyed world recorded on it has perfection and order that we cannot imagine... Morality, how beautiful, how brilliant, how brilliant, how brilliant. But in this world, morality is a fucking stinking shit-you can preach morality to those who wander in the wilderness, or try to change the barbaric mob with this noble thought. The end result will only be that you are cooked and eaten by them as nutritional supplements, and chewed to the point that they have no bones left, and become the greasy part of their excrement pulled out of their anus."

"Brother, I have to remind you that you must be more realistic and don't immerse yourself in those beautiful fantasies and dreams. Elena is a beautiful girl and is also very good. The man who covets her can line up from here to the street outside and then circle the city of Emma for several circles. In fact, the so-called love is not that complicated. If you like her and she likes you, that's enough. When you spend a passionate night together in bed and your whole body is sore and soft, you will find that the difference between men and women is insignificant. For most women, money is the most worthwhile for them.

It is the most realistic and the only thing that can be relied on. They need to survive like men. We rely on fists and bullets for food, and they use their bodies to get a chance to survive. In fact, we are all a group of crawlers who work hard for life, and there is no one more noble than anyone else. If there is a beautiful enough woman with a gentle personality, she doesn't mind mercenaries, which may be hit by a bullet at any time, and is willing to treat you as her dependence on the future... This is actually not a burden, but a kind of luck that is favored by God to come to you."

The taste of wine is a bit pungent.

The cigarette butts that fell on the ground had been extinguished, and next to the cigarette mouth that remained intact were scattered with dark ashes. When the wind blew, they were immediately wrapped and rolled up, rotating uncontrollably in the air and dancing back and forth.

The office door was wide open, and Quinniel, who had "consisted" with Glyfiz, leaned out gasping, waved at Locke, and dragged him in. Through the thick wall, Glyfiz's habitual screams and laments came from the room again.

Standing next to the door frame, Lin Xiang lowered his head and looked at the tip of his mud-covered boots, his clear and smooth fingers, but gently stroked the thin strand of black hair on the ring finger of his left hand.

Locke's method of admonition may be a bit unique, but he said it was not wrong - he had to learn to observe and understand the world from the perspective of ordinary people. As for Elena...

Lin Xiang's clear eyes suddenly became a little dim, slender, and his strong eyebrows slowly stirred up a faint sadness. He was immersed in his memories of the past, and he turned around in his mind only one sentence that had been silent for a long time.

"Jia Jia...I miss you so much..."

According to the agreement agreed in advance, Lin Xiang was assigned 32 trucks, enough engineering equipment and various spare parts. Of course, there was also the cement he needed most urgently.

Although Gliffiz is a black-hearted businessman, he is very trustworthy. However, it is also intriguing whether this excellent quality comes from itself or is forced to be produced under the pressure of Quinnier's strong body and multi-barrel machine guns.

Lin Xiang asked for twenty-five trucks and all the engineering equipment in the distribution ratio. For the rest, he chose to exchange various types of materials such as salt, medicine, gasoline, etc.

While destroying the earth's ecological environment, nuclear war also caused a technological fault in human civilization. In addition to large institutions with certain special equipment, civilians in the settlements can only use various equipment collected from wilderness and ruins to create simple mechanisms such as bullets and metal containers. In the premise of shortage of raw materials and the absence of related series of equipment, vehicles and electronic products obtained from the ruins have become strategic resources that major institutions are competing to control. They will try every means to extend the service life of these old-time items and use the parts that may be manufactured to replace worn or aging parts. Since the complete product cannot be made, vehicles obtained from ruins or shelters will be treated like treasures. Compared with completely abandoned car wreckage in the wilderness, they only need to replace some parts and can play a sufficient role after being cleaned internally.

Whether Sosbia or Ferdinand, all institutions will not easily give up their control over vehicles and heavy machinery. The reason is simple - the most precious thing in the world is those things that cannot be manufactured and produced by manpower.

However, on the list of large institutions that urgently require heavy equipment, the Skeleton Knights do not include them. They have large factories with advanced technology and facilities that far exceed the imagination of humans in the new era, and can manufacture various complex and sophisticated instruments and equipment, including tanks. They maintain a close relationship with almost all institutions, but do not sell a car to any non-Knights staff.

What method did Quinnier use to force Glyfiz to submit? Locke and Lin Xiang were not clear. They didn't want to dig deep into the mystery or some embarrassing local privacy. But one thing is certain - Quinnier is definitely a man of big and hard-line who is not good at calculating. Glyfiz sent this vicious guy with only four million Sosbian dollars. Moreover, he seemed quite happy and satisfied. He even bluntly said that he wanted to invite Locke and Lin Xiang to drink.

In order to settle Quinier, Glifiz once again showed his character as a profiteer who was not afraid of danger. He claimed that all the materials obtained in the secret base must be distributed fairly and justly. According to the proportion, Quinier can get eight trucks. During the negotiation process, the fat manager showed a very considerate and delicate side. He took the initiative to exchange the vehicles under Quinier's name with banknotes, and took out a lot of so-called transaction data to prove that the price of each vehicle he drove for 500,000 Sosbian dollar was actually very fair... In the final result of the negotiation, Quinier received a small card with four million credit points with satisfaction.

Looking at Quinnier who was ecstatic and like a huge prize in the old era, Locke could only smile bitterly, and at the same time, he once again expressed the sentence "Everyone has his own choice."

Seven trucks, each with a discount of 2 million Sosbian dollars. In addition to exchanging 10 million worth of salt and medicines and gasoline, Lin Xiang also got a card with a credit point of four million.

"If you dare to tell Quinnier the idiot about our trading process, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost-"

Glifiz, who felt that he had been slaughtered by a great man, waved his fat fist after the secret talk and made a threat to Lin Xiang that was extremely ferocious but not practical.

Different people have different ways of dealing with them.

Quinnier doesn't understand the meaning of trucks to this world, which does not mean that Lin Xiang knows nothing.

Two million per truck is actually quite cheap. It is not difficult to figure out the secret - Sosbia occupies several cities with very tight control in the area near the eastern coast. Relying on the relevant equipment obtained from the shelter, they can extract a large amount of salt. Although the transportation process is difficult, as long as there is enough people and time, the salt production can eventually be increased, and it will be continuously supplied to the people in need, making huge profits for the company.

Trucks are not good. Sosbia cannot make such complex heavy machinery products. Therefore, even if each unit price exceeds two million or even higher, Gliffiz will accept such seemingly unfair transactions. He is very clear that if Lin Xiang resells the vehicle to a headquarters or other large-scale organization, the benefits will definitely be much more than that to himself. Therefore, he does not show annoying and petty concern about this good deal that can make sure to make a profit without losing money by reselling it.

Lin Xiang certainly understood the gap and significance between human resources and non-manufactured products. It is undeniable that Gliffiz is indeed a greedy guy, but he is also a good material supplier. In order to get more benefits, it is not wise to expose himself and Yinyue Town to the outside world. Only by giving up some of the benefits and attracting more people to bear possible future risks with him, can you obtain real security.

Vehicles are rare materials in this world, but they do not play a big role in the current development of the town. Instead of leaving it there idle, it is better to exchange for other more practical things.

When dawn was about to dawn, the prepared convoy slowly drove out of Emma City.

Dozens of trucks loaded with cargo, even in the old days, were enough to attract too many attentions from curious people. This dark time before the sun rose was the time when the human body was most tired and most likely to enter deep sleep. Choosing to leave at this time is impossible to completely hide the eyes and ears of people, but it can avoid many unnecessary troubles.

The dense night is silent and mysterious. When the first ray of light of the sun slowly emerges from the bottom of the bent and twisted lines of the distant mountains, the creatures active in the night quickly retreat back to their dark residence underground. The mystery and silence are completely broken by the gradually dispersed morning light, and the soft light instantly spreads on the surface of all objects that can be illuminated by it. The convoys driving on the roads of the old era, including all objects in the wilderness, were stained into a warm and warm golden color.

The dozens of kilometers of road quickly disappeared behind him, and the rough dark stones and dusty plains covered with shrubs rushed by in a monotonous manner. He stretched out his hand and looked at the light golden skin shining under the early sun, Lin Xiang suddenly realized that the cold winter was about to end, and the revolving earth was about to usher in a new spring day.

Yinyue Town is a place full of vitality and vitality. It must be built firmly, securely and strongly whenever possible. Any opponent who dares to make his decision will be broken in front of solid defense and dense firepower.

The wall is just the first part of the plan. There are many other auxiliary means that must be arranged next. Lin Xiang, who has the memory and wisdom of the old era, will desperately build this town into the strongest fortress.

For him, for all humans who want to stay away from radiation and have a normal life.
Chapter completed!