Chapter 272 It’s not just trash that can be recycled, of course it also includes corpses

  On the streets of the West Third Ring Road, the night was lit up by the flames of the incendiary bombs into day, which can be clearly seen even several kilometers away.

  On an abandoned high-rise building, sitting by the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, Tail, Sesame Paste and Sis are looking at the flames rising into the sky in the distance.

  Because the spore concentration will decay with height, they chose to camp on the 50th floor.

  Although there are also alien species wandering in this building, since there is no incubation room or brood, most of the alien species are scattered in various areas of the building, and they neither gather together nor block the stairs. It is not too difficult to get up from the safe passage.

   Just take your time at best.

   "Oh! What a big fire!" The eyes of the tail reflected the boiling fire, and the eyes of the tail were shining brightly.

  This is much more exciting than watching fireworks!

  Sesame Paste: "Is there... is there a war?"

  Sisi: "It should be. The wave seems to be all-round, not just in the northern suburbs. It stands to reason that the situation on the West Third Ring Road should be more intense."

  Sesame Paste Put your palms together.

   "Hope people are okay."

  Ever since the sun went down, the sound of explosions over there has never stopped.

  At first, four planes flew across the sky, followed by rows of fires, completely engulfing the streets full of ruins.

   Then the ground troops were probably dispatched.

  The mercenaries of Boulder City and the tide broke out in a fierce exchange of fire among the ruins, and tracer bullets could occasionally be seen flickering from time to time.

  Although Rourou also wanted to see it, but because he was afraid of heights, he didn't dare to get too close to the edge of the building, so he only dared to look at it from a distance.

  Yaoya and Fujiteng are cooking, and a few NPCs beside them are drooling and swallowing saliva.

  This time, besides the guard named Xu Shun, there are five new employees recruited from Boulder City, aged between 16 and 20, male and female.

  According to the NPC named Shuyu in the office, these new employees went to the northern suburbs to receive "induction training".

  Many people are going out of the city for the first time, and their hearts are full of apprehension.

  But when he smelled the aroma wafting from the pot, all the uneasy emotions were instantly diluted.

  Although you have left the protection of the giant wall, it doesn't seem bad to be able to eat such delicious food?

  In Boulder City, this kind of delicacy is beyond their imagination.

   "Dinner is ready!"

  As soon as he heard that the meal was ready, Tail, who was sitting on the edge of the building watching the excitement a second ago, immediately moved to the iron pot on the fire.

   "Smells good!"

  Big Pyrenees also came over and looked into the pot curiously.

   "What's for dinner?"

   Yaya, holding a spoon in his hand, said with the corners of his mouth proudly raised.

   "Bird stew with mushrooms!"

   Fujiteng distributed bowls and chopsticks to everyone.

   "Camping outside, the conditions are a bit rough, so everyone can eat whatever they want."

  Sesame paste also rushed over excitedly.

   "I'll help too!"

   It’s okay to eat something casually.

   Xu Shun felt ashamed after hearing this sentence.

  The residents of these shelters really redefine what it means to eat whatever you want.

  However, after spending so long together, he is used to how particular these shelter residents are in their lives.

   A group of people sat around the fire, holding steaming bowls in their hands, chatting about what they planned to do after returning from Boulder City.

"I've decided!" Describing his grand plan, Fujiteng's eyes were filled with firmness, and he said energetically, "When I get back to the shelter, I must use my scissors to correct the crookedness of the NPCs in Boulder City. aesthetic!"

  Sis: "Uh, I think... this may not be your problem."

  LSP is human nature.

  And that kind of clothes, out of the cultural background, is actually quite normal to think crookedly.

  Tail is also full of enthusiasm: "Tail too! Boulder City still lacks a mercenary union! How can MMORPG lack such an important organization!"

  Yaoya: "Where's the sesame paste?"

  The cat ears on the top of the head shook slightly, Sesame Paste was a little embarrassed to speak, but seeing that everyone was talking about this topic, he let go of his restraint.

   "I want to send a courier!"

  Sisi asked strangely: "Why is it a courier?"

  Sesame Paste's eyes sparkled.

   "Don't you think it looks cool to deliver goods on a motorcycle?"

   Is it in cos "Journey of Strange X"?

  There are quite a lot of "behavior artists" in "Wasteland OL". The official does not sell skins, and players are all doing DIY. Such conservative hobbies are not too common.

  Sisi nodded thoughtfully, and proposed.

   "How about a 12mm revolver?"

   Seeing that he was a fellow, Sesame smiled shyly, and opened the bag he was carrying, which contained a silver revolver.

   "Hey, I actually bought it."

   But this gun is handsome, but it has too much recoil.

   Most of the time, she still uses Pu-9 a little more.

  Tail's eyes lit up, which was half a beat slow because of eating.

   "Riding a motorcycle to deliver goods... Got it! Is he a delivery guy? He's really handsome!"

  Especially when you are hungry!

  Fujito's expression is a little subtle.

   "I don't think you are on the same channel."

  …

   Players can still eat steaming food, but the mercenaries fighting against alien species in the West Third Ring Road are not so lucky.

  The gunfire continued until the next morning. From the fragmented square to the crumbling buildings nearby, to the commercial street more than ten meters underground, sticky blood flowed on every inch of the ground.

   Among them, some belong to different species, and some belong to mercenaries.

   Sporadic battles are still going on.

   But as the sun rises, it's clearly coming to an end.

  Getting out of the ruins with a rifle in hand, Tommy took off the blood-stained gas mask and threw it away. He got a new one, but he didn't put it on right away.

  The brood that spread to this area was destroyed. Although the surrounding area was filled with gray-green mist, a small amount of inhalation would not cause any serious problems.

  He spent the whole night in the cramped tunnel, and now he just wants to take a big breath of fresh air outside.

  Even if the air is mixed with sand.

  At this time, another mercenary wearing an exoskeleton, holding a broken drone assault rifle in his hand, walked over from the opposite ruins cursing.

   "Damn... the little money I earned is not enough for me to repair equipment, what is it in your hand?"

  His name is Virgil, and like Tommy, he is a mercenary active in the Boulder City area.

  A week ago, the tide broke out suddenly, and these mercenaries became popular overnight, and the militiamen who had never looked at them before became polite.

   After all, with such a big deal as Inspur, one cannot completely rely on the cannon fodder at the door. If you really want to deal with those alien species, you still have to rely on these experienced experts.

"LD-47, sickle assault rifle, a thing made by the scavengers in the northern suburbs. It is powerful, cheap, and easy to maintain. I happened to see it when I went to the northern suburbs to deliver goods last time, so I picked one up. Come on," Tommy glanced at the old man in front of him, and asked casually, "How about your casualties?"

  Virgil said: "Five rookies died, and the others are fine, only one unlucky one had a leg bitten off by a creeper."

  Tommy clicked his tongue.

   "That's really miserable."

  Virgil shrugged his shoulders.

   "It's a blessing to be able to save my life."

   In the mercenary business, broken arms and legs are common.

   If you save enough money, you can change to a mechanical prosthesis. If you can’t afford it, you can still use an exoskeleton. If you can’t even afford an exoskeleton, you can only retire early.

   As for the rookie?

  That's not a mercenary.

  They who only learned how to open insurance from the militia are just cannon fodder thrown to the front line.

   Only after surviving more than three battles will they be officially accepted. And before that, no one even remembers their names.

   After all, memorizing it is useless, and no one is sure whether it will be used after two days.

   Such things are all too common.

  Tommy glanced at the tall building not far behind him, which was the temporary headquarters of the militia.

  The two power armors stood motionless at the gate, without moving their legs from the beginning to the end, making people wonder whether the two iron lumps can still move.

   "If only they shot."

  Virgil smiled.

   "Don't think about it, that thing is too expensive to repair, and the nobles in the inner city are not willing to let black blood stain their armor, let alone risk their own lives."

   Every T-10 is a treasure left over from the pre-war era. Even after two centuries, their combat effectiveness is still strong. The only flaw is that the number is too small.

  The militia group in Boulder City seems to regard them as mascots.

   What puzzled Tommy was, since this is the case, what is the significance of the two iron bumps standing here?

   Supervising the battle?

   Is that necessary?

   Not far away, another group of newcomers in crooked formations were sent over. Together with those newcomers, there were densely packed hundreds of two-headed cows and twenty or thirty horses.

  These animals carried large and small bags of supplies on their backs, which contained food, water, and ammunition. They could even find weapons, accessories, and some rare things even if they were placed in the market in Boulder City.

   The two-headed bulls are all merchants from Boulder City.

Since the salaries of the mercenaries are settled daily, and the amount is not small, some merchants who can't wait for them to go home will come to make the first money, and some people have received orders from the militia and are responsible for transporting supplies from Boulder transported to the front.

   This might look a little weird.

  A group of mercenaries wearing exoskeletons and holding streamlined assault rifles, but wearing clothes made of animal skins, and the merchants who delivered supplies to them all used the primitive means of transportation such as ox carts.

   But this is also impossible.

  If you don’t choose this way, the militia can only hire a lot of refugees with a lot of work and little strength, or use a small number of four-legged mechanical dogs.

  No matter which one you choose, the cost will be much higher than outsourcing.

  Virgil patted Tommy on the shoulder.

   "Let's go, eat the whole thing."

  Tommy shook his head.

   "No need, I brought dry food."

  Since the last time the contractor's "military rations" made him eat up, he no longer believed in the character of those so-called "good helpers".

   Expect businessmen to be moral?

   It's better to expect the aliens to roll back to the downtown area by themselves.

  Virgil patted his arm, ignored this guy, and walked towards the pack team alone.

  Take out a cube-shaped green wheat cake from the backpack, Tommy stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, then unscrewed the rusty kettle and took a sip.

  Looking in the direction of the camel team, he shook his head.

   Nutrition cream.

  Since he knew what that thing was made of, he would rather starve to death than eat it...

  …

   While the mercenaries were going to the pack team to receive supplies, choose goods, or spend money to have some fun, a large group of bargaining merchants surrounded the quartermaster who was not far from the pack team.

   The oil and water on the front line is of course not just for the food and clothing of those mercenaries, of course it also includes the trading of spoils.

   As long as there is war, there will be spoils of war.

  In the early years, Boulder City simply hired merchants to get the corpses of these alien species and cannon fodder outside the city to prevent them from stinking and rotting at the door of the house, forming a plague and a larger wave.

   Later, some smart people discovered that these slime mold variants such as nibblers and crawlers are high-quality "raw materials".

   It only needs to spend some more time and cost on the inactivation of slime molds, and they can be made into edible nutritional cream!

  Although the nutritional cream synthesized in this way is not nutritious, but who cares?

   People who really care about nutrition will not eat that stuff.

  The slave owners in the south, especially the big farms in Jinchuan Province, are very interested in these things.

  They are plentiful and cheap, and their nutritional value is slightly higher than that of green wheat. They can also add a small amount of protein to make slaves and livestock more energetic.

  Eating green wheat for the slaves is more cost-effective, but the slaves will become thinner, and planting a large amount of green wheat will consume the fertility of the soil.

   But nutrition cream does not have this problem.

   Not only nutritional paste, but also organic fertilizers, bio-oil, food additives, etc., can all be extracted from the bodies of different species.

  Although the recovery efficiency is average, maybe even 10% is enough, but the amount of these heterogeneous species is large enough and the cost is low.

   Later, the technology gradually matured and a certain industrial scale was formed, and the merchants began to help Boulder City dispose of the bodies formed by the wave for free.

  Up to now, it has simply become a bargaining chip for the militias to transport the corpse away from here, and the price is rising every year.

   This year is the same.

   Judging from the excited expressions and words on the faces of the merchants, they obviously did not agree with the militiamen in Boulder City.

   "50 points and a ton of chips?! Why don't you grab it?"

   "The wave from the previous year was still 20 chips! Don't think we forgot!"

   "It's too much!"

  However, the quartermaster didn't bother to talk to them at all, and said impatiently.

   "If you can't afford it, get out."

  One ton of corpses is fifty chips. If you really use this price to buy these **** back, it is not profitable to not increase the production rate to more than 30%!

   But how could it be so high?

   No matter how the businessmen surrounded in front of the quartermaster tried their best and promised all kinds of benefits, they couldn't make this guy let go.

  Even though they were helpless, they could only shake their heads and walk away.

   Someone even said harsh words when they left—"Let the nobles in the inner city handle these troubles by themselves", and then left angrily.

  The militiamen standing next to him didn't bother to talk to him at all.

  As long as he disrespects the city lord without mentioning his name, no one cares what he complains about.

  Ditwig returned to the side of the pack team angrily.

  Originally, he was counting on contracting a 100-ton corpse disposal business after completing the supply business

   Not far from the pack team.

  A group of grain merchants gathered together, whispering to each other.

   "I heard that this year's batch of 'trophies' were all wrapped up by Weijia Firm."

  Hearing the name Weijia Trading Company, many merchants showed apprehensive expressions on their faces.

This firm is well-known in the business district of Jushi City. Not only has it invested in two large farms with an area of ​​over 10,000 mu in the south, but it also operates the largest food processing factory in Jushi City, which is said to have occupied more than 50% of the market share in Jushi City. .

  Its "Weihao Brand Canned Meat" and "Extra Taste Double-headed Beef Cake" are not only popular in Jushi City, but also exported to neighboring provinces.

  The name of the boss of this firm is Wei Jia, but there are also rumors that the real boss is someone else, and Wei Jia who was pushed to the front is just a tool for making money for the big shots in the inner city.

   Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, it is impossible for these self-employed individuals who do small businesses to compete with a giant like Witte Firm.

   No wonder the quartermaster ignored them.

   "This is Chiguoguo's monopoly!"

   Dittwig couldn't help asking.

   "When did these greedy leeches even get involved in the nutrient cream business?"

   Nutrition cream.

   It can be said that it is the low-end product with the thinnest profit among all foods, especially the inferior nutritional cream synthesized by slime mold.

  The aged merchant with wrinkled faces glanced at the back of the pack team, and pointed to the guards on horseback and the two-headed ox beside them loaded with goods.

"I heard that a certain big shot outsourced more than half of the logistics orders for the front line to them, so they opened a new factory to produce nutritional cream a few years ago...but it's not 'good taste' and 'very good taste' brand."

   A merchant said.

   "I remember... it was a huge call?"

   Another merchant nodded.

   "Yes, I also remember the name, and Mr. House's radio station even advertised it!"

   Dittwig couldn't help cursing.

   "Shameful insider trading!"

  The other merchants also cursed a few words in their hearts.

  These shameful slickers!

   He refused to give them even a sip of soup!

   At this moment, a merchant suddenly spoke.

   "I heard... There was also a wave in the north this year?"

   Someone nodded in agreement.

   "And the scale is not small... Just the night before yesterday, they seem to have bought incendiary bombs from the militia."

   Dittwig frowned, looked at the young merchant who initiated the topic and asked.

   "North? Do you mean the northern suburbs?"

   "I thought it was the territory of the Bonechewer tribe."

   The young trader who initiated the topic first said with a smile.

   "Your information is too limited. I haven't been to the northern suburbs for a long time! I have the latest news here. I heard that a month ago, the survivors in the northern suburbs drove away the Bonechewers."

  The aged merchant with wrinkled face also nodded.

   "Hmm... I did hear some rumors. Those people seem to be free to interfere in the war between Honghe Town and the Snake Clan? I just don't know if it's true or not."

  The young trader unscrewed the kettle, took a sip of water slowly and said.

"More than these."

   Interested Ditwig asked hastily.

   "Tell me quickly."

  The new merchants next to him were the same, and they turned their expectant eyes to the young man in front of them.

There are too few merchants going north, even fewer returning from the north, and the rumors of the north can hardly be heard in the tavern. Most people's impression of the northern suburbs is still in last winter.

  I heard that the survivors there were tortured by the cold winter, and I don’t know if those people survived.

   Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, the young man smiled slightly and continued speaking unhurriedly.

"The Bonechewers are their mortal enemies, they naturally want to interfere in the war against the Bonechewers, and the mine owners in Honghe Town are happy to buy better weapons at a cheaper price, so they also issued a money."

  "These people are very smart. They invested the money they earned in the wasteland in the north, and bought second-hand equipment in Boulder City. The agriculture and industry have done a good job."

"Not only that, they also came up with a lot of good things... For example, a bomb that can fly very far without an airplane. It is said that it caused a lot of trouble for the looters who besieged Honghe Town. In addition, they also provided mercenary,"

  Ditwi was surprised: "I heard that the group in the northern suburbs are blue coats? Refuge residents? Are those people capable of fighting?"

   This simply overturned his impression of the blue gophers.

  Those people are willing to come out of the warm boudoir?

  The young businessman continued: "Not only can you fight, but there are also a lot of good things there. Have you gone to the Queen of the Night Bar?"

  When the Queen of the Night Bar was mentioned, the topic suddenly became serious.

  Although these merchants are not considered extremely rich, they still have a lot of chips in their pockets. Even if they haven’t spent money there, they must have negotiated business there.

   Soon someone excitedly interjected.

   "As soon as you said this, I remembered it. I heard that they seem to have made some silk fabrics that are not so strong recently?"

   "The gray squirrel clothing store seems to be selling it. I bought a few sets for my old lover a few days ago. But it took me a long time to persuade her to wear it."

"Ha ha ha ha."

  The faces of all the people showed smiles that everyone understood, but the young man who started the topic before did not speak anymore, just smiled and watched the people chatting.

   Dittwig is not in the mood for small talk, his mind is on making money.

  There is also a wave breaking out in the northern suburbs?

  There are many fields planted there?

  Maybe…

  I should try my luck there.

  Ditwig felt a little hot in his palms, glanced at his colleagues around him, and quietly walked to the side of the young man.

   "Dude, do you have a connection?"

  The young man understood what he was thinking when he saw the expression on his face, and said with a slight smile.

   "Of course, I was lucky enough to make a small fortune."

  Ditwig took a closer look at the outfit on this man, and it really didn't look like cheap stuff, and the holster hanging around his waist was made of buckskin.

   This is not common in Boulder City. Most of the leather goods used by mercenaries and traders are mainly wild boar and hyena skins.

  After all, the herd of deer does not pass by this area every year, and the high-quality reindeer are even rarer. They are usually bought by those who are really not bad for money as soon as they appear on the market.

  The most important thing is that this guy is young enough.

   It is precisely this youth that makes Dittwig unable to understand his true "strength".

  Ditwig chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, with a hint of flattery in his voice.

"My name is Ditway. I'm in the food business in Boulder City. I have been helping the militia dispose of corpses for more than ten years. To be honest, those **** are really unkind. I just throw it away as a rag when I run out. If you Be careful when you're going to do their business."

  The young man didn't refuse his cigarette, but he didn't light it immediately either. After taking it, he put it behind his ear and said with a smile.

   "I'm not in the food business, I'm in the gas mask business."

"Gas mask? Good thing, it's much more profitable than nutritional cream!" Dittwig hypocritically gave a thumbs up, rolled his eyes, and then laughed, "Dude, there is a way to lead me Is it? I'm very interested in the wave in the northern suburbs, you know I'm in the food business, and it doesn't conflict with your business."

  The young man said with a half-smile.

   "How do you know I'm not interested in doing food business? I've been talking about it for a long time, and it seems like I'm making a lot of money?"

This guy.

  You are young, but you have a big appetite!

  Are you not afraid of being overwhelmed?

   Dittwig muttered something in his heart, but he still had a flattering smile on his face.

   "Sure, we haven't had a new buddy in this business for a long time, I can teach you how to do this business! Believe me, you can't finish all the goods by yourself. If you give me a hand, you will definitely benefit from me!"

  The young man skillfully took out a stack of business cards from his pocket, and handed them to Dittwig, and also to the merchants who had been eavesdropping with interest.

   "My name is Shuyu, and this is my business card."

   "The ruler of the northern suburbs is considering recycling the 'garbage' produced by the wave, and I just plan to buy a batch of goods from the northern suburbs recently."

   "If you are interested in the market in the north, you can find me at the address on the business card."

  …

  Beijiao Industrial Zone.

  A brand-new factory building was vacated, and a new brand was put on it—[Baqi Aluminum Factory], and the materials produced are naturally the latest researched A3-type aviation aluminum.

  Bach may not be the most proficient in the professional field, but he is definitely a good hand in business.

  He was born in a merchant family, and his family was in the wine business, and he said the scale was not small.

  Since this guy is so capable, Chu Guang simply used his talent to the maximum and directly asked him to be the factory director for the production of new materials.

   An entrepreneur with an "engineering background", Chu Guang has high hopes for his future.

"...Vault 404 is a permanent partner of the company. Sooner or later, our silver coins will be listed in Ideal City, and even have an independent exchange. Don't think these coins are useless, they will become the most valuable in this wasteland s things."

"Come on, I can assure you that your career will amaze your father. When someone mentions your name again, you will be one of the greatest entrepreneurs in the wasteland, not some native The son of an obscure wine merchant.”

   "They will affectionately call you—Boss!"

  The gate of the industrial area.

  Listening to the pie that Chu Guang drew for himself, Bach couldn't help but said.

   "You can simply say that you can build another ideal city in the middle of the Central Continent... and my father is not unknown, he is still somewhat famous in the province of clouds!"

   Although only a little bit!

  Chu Guang's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers.

   "Build another ideal city in the central region? This idea sounds good, and I can write it into the next five-year plan."

   Butch: "…"

   Is this guy serious?

   Paused for a moment, the tin can standing in front of Chu Guang relaxed his shoulders and continued.

   "Your proposal is indeed very attractive. I did have such a dream before, but now... To be honest, I want to become a human again."

  Chu Guang patted his shoulder lightly.

   "I have always regarded you as a human being, my friend, and there is no falsehood in this sentence."

"Besides, you should have seen that in addition to handsome young men and beautiful girls, there are also lizards, bears, and bionics in our team, and there are even mouse people that you have never seen before... They are all our partners, we don't We look at them differently just because they look different from us."

   "As long as they follow the rules and are willing to be useful to society."

   These heartfelt words may have moved Butch.

  Chu Guang could feel that the scarlet pupils under the tin can were somewhat moved and hopeful.

  Bach, who had regained his strength, looked at Chu Guang and said seriously.

   "I admit that I really feel what you said when I am with you. No one except you is willing to accept me who has become like this."

   "I will do my best to help you, and I hope you can keep your promise and help me become a normal person again."

  Chu Guang nodded slightly.

"I promise you that."

  (end of this chapter)