Author: drinking luck

The negotiation went very smoothly.

On that day, Anton made an agreement with Lin En to stop unnecessary competition and gradually bring the price of ewd model prostheses back to normal levels.

Anton reduced his losses, but through this wave of competition, Linn gained real benefits.

Customer traffic, market share, money,

They're all here.

Although he was excited, he was not careless.

Although making money is good, you must have a life to spend.

During the conversation with Anton, Lin En vaguely discovered that something was wrong with the environment around the market.

He had to find out what happened at Nailhead Dock.

On this day,

He came to the tavern and paid close attention to the conversations of the people around him while drinking.

"Come, come, drink more!"

"Hey, give me some face, buddy... I'm going to vent my anger after dinner, I'll be the host."

"He's still a host...Have you heard that No. 404, the number one in the night, is sick and has infected dozens of people? He has been asking for an explanation at any time in the past few days."

"……What?"

"And there's this!"

"Be careful to protect yourself from lightning. It's been on the hot streak recently. You can save your life and you'll get a lot of money, but don't let this happen."

"Yes!" A muscular mercenary nodded, and the green beret slid down a little.

"There are so many commissions these days. Do you want to make a fortune with me?"

Someone asked curiously.

"Isn't your mercenary group full of people already? The yellow dog didn't get in last time, so why did he start actively soliciting customers?"

"My legs are dead!"

"Ahu is dead too!"

"Oh, it's been really chaotic outside these past few days. Several old people in the regiment have died. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone out!"

A group of people burst into laughter.

"Obviously you are the one who led it yourself. The gun floats like cotton. You have to blame the uneven road..."

The mercenary blushed with anger and said angrily: "Made, you guys haven't been out for a long time. A bunch of old ladybugs, you still have the nerve to accuse me..."

Several people were about to argue together.

Lin En's ears twitched and he took the initiative to chat with the person just now. He was beating his chest and stamping his feet, as if he was feeling quite unsatisfied: "Yes!"

"This is a big loss. If I had known it, I wouldn't have gone out!"

The beret mercenary slapped his thigh and his eyes lit up.

"Isn't that right?"

He has found his kind!

The other people at the wine table looked at each other.

Who is this person?

The man in the beret started talking.

"...The last time I went out, the people on the street were like mad dogs. Mad, I don't know, I haven't eaten in several years."

Someone said disdainfully:

"Tch, it was like this before."

"...No!" The beret mercenary shook his head and said solemnly: "This was really not the case before."

"In the past, they were all wild dogs, but now they are mad dogs, the kind that are crazy from hunger!"

A few people started talking, and Lin En listened all the way, and then went to the AIC booth to inquire about the news. By the time he left the tavern, he had a clear understanding in his heart.

Large-scale processor waste parts from the shanty towns of Anning City ended up at the Dockhead dock for some reasons, causing a bloody storm.

The major forces are vying for it, and at the time of great chaos in the crossfire area, heroes and heroes of this world have risen together, and the creeds adhered to by each force are also different. The entire southeast of Shanxi has become a pot of chaos.

There is the "Ronin Society", which is composed entirely of homeless people. It is a large group that hates all people with families and carries out heinous terrorist attacks everywhere.

There are independent entrepreneurs from various gangs, gathering soldiers and generals from all walks of life, holding high the banner of "Tianxia Alliance".

There are also the "Fourteen Thieves" who are like locusts crossing the border and are extremely good at stealing.

Some of them have just been established, and some have already become famous.

This group of people is so dense that they do evil everywhere.

Just one night a few days ago,

Almost all the homes of residents in the old street were looted!

One night.

Snap!

Your deposit is gone.

Your car is gone.

Your bedside table, safe, gun, items on the shelves, toilet, boyfriend and girlfriend, everything is gone.

Open your eyes again,

There is only one person, one bed, and four walls left in the house.

Not to mention the various shops that were originally operating on the old street, after one night, there was only one store left, and it was still doing a shitty business.

Lin En couldn't help but feel scared for a while.

Made.

This damn place.

Fortunately, I ran fast.

Otherwise, you will definitely suffer serious consequences.

Grundfos's shady operations have had far-reaching consequences. Food prices have collapsed, and people in the crossfire area have turned into zombies due to hunger.

But this fact actually has little impact on the people in the market. People who can live in the market are generally very wealthy. Setting up street stalls here is not something you can do if you want.

Even if the food reserves in other places are in short supply, the controlling forces in each major region will give priority to passing food resources to the market area. The safest security force here is enough to scare away the wandering beggars and scavengers.

Therefore, most of the residents in the market do not know the situation in the outside world. Food is more expensive, but they can afford it.

Lynn is no exception.

But Linn couldn't help but think of Ban Wen again.

Although he lived in the market, he was caught up in this wave. After the capital chain was broken, his career collapsed, and he was eventually shattered to pieces.

It is now missing.

"...A grain of sand of the times becomes a big mountain when it falls on everyone's shoulders."

Linn shook his head,

Feel a sense of urgency.

The library was closed that afternoon and he began to play sandbags in the yard.

As the saying goes, if you are within seven steps, you can punch quickly, and if you are seven steps away, you can shoot quickly.

Weapons cannot be upgraded iteratively, so you can only learn some external things in order to improve your physical fitness.

Punch out,

"Bang!"

Linn felt a pain.

The skin was rubbed.

Shaking his numb hand, Linn saw a line of subtitles appear in the corner of his field of vision.

[Fighting—Hand-to-hand combat: exp+1]

Lynn licked her lips.

I connected the sensor to the surface of the sandbag, punched again, and measured the punching force.

65kg.
To be continued...