Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun didn't care what others said about him. After he walked out of the mall, he flew slowly with a flying backpack. The street was full of people cleaning the battlefield, and construction machinery was repairing the ground.

After flying for a while, he found an abandoned house and got in. When he reappeared, he was in another place. The two model boxes in his hand disappeared, and his face, figure, and clothing also changed.

Most people are cleaning the battlefield, and he believes that a bare-handed person like himself cannot attract any attention from others.

The facts proved to be the same. No one paid any attention to him at all. After walking for a long time, someone came over to say hello, "Hey, friend, do you want a corpse of a bug? There is a battlefield video. The procedures are complete, and it is guaranteed to be exchanged for merit."

Feng Jun stopped and took a look at the people. He found that he was a brawny man with scars on his face. He was full of vigor and vigor, and he knew that he was not annoying.

But of course he is not afraid of the other party. After thinking about it, he asks, "What are you talking about... what is the market?"

"Change healing medicine and food," the strong man said very clearly, "as long as you have it, the price will be good."

Feng Jun looked down at his body and laughed, "Why, am I the kind of person who is very powerful at a glance?"

"It's very likely." The strong man stared at him without blinking his eyes, giving people an aggressive feeling. This may be a strategy, but unfortunately, it will not have much effect on Feng Jun.

He whispered, "Everyone is busy, just you are so free, I can feel... your mentality is more relaxed."

Feng Jun touched his nose, frowned for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice, "How many dead bugs do you have?"

"How much do you want, how much can I get you," the strong man replied in a deep voice, and after a while, he said softly, "I belong to the Chen clan association, you can investigate the way."

"The Clan Association..." Feng Jun pondered. There are not many charitable organizations in the Human Federation. Once ordinary people encounter difficulties, in addition to self-help, the main rescue force comes from organizations such as the Clan Association.

He looked at the other person up and down, and said in a deep voice, "I can get some food and medicine, but I'm not interested in bug corpses. What else do you have?"

As soon as the strong man heard that he "can get some", he raised his hand and grabbed it at his shoulder, but he was very sorry that Feng Jun stepped away and walked away.

"Don't get me wrong," he hurriedly spread his hands and said quickly, "We have more than 70,000 members in the Chen Clan Association. If you know, we all cherish our reputation."

"You don't cherish me and I'm not afraid," Feng Jun laughed. "Or, you name two celebrities from the Chen family and threaten me?"

"No need," the brawny man narrowed his eyes, shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "I just want to trade with you. There is no need to move out of the celebrity. You can never provide a lot of medicine and food."

"Haha," Feng Jun laughed softly, "If the quantity is very small, do I need to talk nonsense with you?"

Then he turned to leave, "It's you...it feels like a small character, it's a waste of my time."

"Your Excellency, wait a minute," the strong man dashed forward and stopped in front of Feng Jun. "Maybe we can..."

Feng Jun didn't stop at all, and didn't see any gestures, so he stepped forward and directly knocked the strong man back out of seven or eight steps.

"Brother Nine, what's the matter?" Not far away, a thin young man was prying the corpse of a bug from the ground, and ran over quickly when he saw it, "Do you want to help?"

The brawny man glanced at him, then waved his hand, and said lightly, "It's none of your business, work honestly... friends stay!"

This time, he didn't dare to run in front of Feng Jun, so he followed the other side and spoke quickly, "My friend, if you have a lot of medicine and food, I can find someone with enough identity to contact...The price is whatever you want. Open, what do you think?"

"Not very good, I am not interested in money," Feng Jun answered casually, "I just want to know what you can give me back."

"Anything," the strong man replied without hesitation, "as long as you make a price...well, we will not do illegal things."

Feng Jun turned his head to look at him, and asked seriously, "How do you define illegality, and is it based on the federal law?"

Today, he was going to step on spots around the military headquarters to carry out retaliatory actions, but after helping guards in the mall for a day and contacting many locals, he felt a deep pity in his heart.

If possible, he is willing to do something for these people, whether it is the eldest sister or the brawny man in front of him-people don't even want meritorious service, just some medicine.

As for whether the other party wants to use evil means to insult himself, Feng Jun believes that this possibility is basically negligible-now on the Xingzheng Star, meritorious service or federal currency is really not very useful, and medicines are real. Just needed.

All in all, the army is not friendly to him, and the human race on the planet is innocent.

However, he was not determined to help the other party—the name of the Chen Clan Association sounds like it is a group with not too bad strength, and has the potential for cooperation, but whether it is worthy of cooperation or not, it depends on it.

"Federal law rate..." The brawny man stunned for a moment, and replied subconsciously, "Of course we have to abide by the federation...No, the federal law rate can also be criticized."

Frontier Star has a lot of complaints about federal laws, especially the "Management Measures for Frontier Star Residents."

Everyone knows that the Federation did this for the reason, but as a member of the Federation, they cannot enter and exit the core area at will, which always makes people feel discriminated against.

So he must answer, "Don't violate public order and good customs... Just like now I am trading in insecticide in private. This is also obviously illegal, but I have no choice."

Feng Jun nodded, he was satisfied with the answer, "Then...can you help me get some arms?"

"Arms..." The strong man hesitated and nodded resolutely, "There are some, but not many. You know, everyone lacks these things now, especially the energy block. I really can't give you."

Feng Jun looked at him faintly, "Can the main battleship be available? There are also supporting combat units."

"What are you kidding?" The strong man shook his head with a wry smile. "It's impossible... and it's against public order and good customs."

"Is there a violation?" Feng Jun smiled disdainfully, "You don't know that the supplies Fang Yingwu's 7th Army received in outer space came from frontline arms dealers... Did they violate public order and good customs?"

Private arms transactions are explicitly prohibited by the federal government, especially those with the military. However, in the environment of Fang Yingwu, no one accounts for arms dealers. The federal government turns one eye and closes one eye, pretending not to. To.

Of course the strong man knew what Feng Jun meant. He was startled, and shook his head with a wry smile, "It is indeed not against public order and good customs, but our Chen family are all Qing white people."

"Then don't say anything," Feng Jun raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Say you are a young man, you are still not convinced... Forget it, I will meet you, I will give you some medicine and Food, but you can’t swallow it alone!"

"Huh?" The strong man was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, the people around him had disappeared.

His brow furrowed, and his head sideways, beckoning to the thin young man who was carrying the worm's corpse in the distance, "Sansan, the person who just talked to me...where did he go?"

"How do I know?" The thin young man replied casually, "Anyway, when people walked to the corner of the street, they turned a corner, but Brother Jiu, you have been standing here... I dare not ask what you are thinking."

Almost two hours later, a one-armed man passed by Brother Jiu and casually threw him a house card, "Go here to pick up the goods, don't follow me, or you will be at your own risk!"

Brother Ji took two steps forward, but in the end he didn't dare to stop him.

With the house number, it’s easy to find a place. One hour later, Brother Jiu drove a suspended car and brought two strong men to the place indicated by the house number. As expected, it was also a single-family villa and it was destroyed. It's quite thorough.

At this moment, it started to rain, and the rain was not small.

Because of the lighting control, Brother Jiu was wearing a micro-light bulb, and someone with a night-vision goggles walked into the yard with one foot high and one foot, "This owner doesn't know where it is, but a place to put things... seems Is that the kitchen?"

Each household on Border Star has a large population and usually has its own kitchen, and the style and location of the kitchen are basically the same.

This villa is also the corner of the kitchen, and there is a small half of the roof. The sheltered area is estimated to be four or five square meters.

When they walked over and took a look, the three of them all took a breath, "I'm going, so many things?"

There are neatly stacked wooden boxes in the kitchen, covering an area of ​​almost seven or eight square meters and a height of almost 2.5 meters. UU Reading www. Uukanshu.com also covered the city camouflage shielding tarpaulin. Fortunately, the surrounding ruins are high enough to be invisible from the outside.

In fact, it is not easy to find these wooden boxes from the air if they are covered by those tarps.

"A lot of things," a young man said in a low voice, "Brother Nine... our car doesn't have enough space."

"Call Sansan's car to come over. He has a night pass," Brother Nine said in a deep voice, "Remember to tell him, don't say anything, if he causes trouble, I will definitely not spare him!"

The young man called Sansan, and the other hesitated, and plucked up the courage to ask, "Brother Nine, should we check first, what's in the wooden box? If anyone wants to harm us, then..."

"Want to hurt us, does it take so much effort?" Brother Nine interrupted him coldly. In the weak light, the scar on his face twisted and looked more and more hideous, "I just need to ignore it. We, we won’t last a few days."

Immediately afterwards, he whispered again, "Others say that we are little people. I was a bit unconvinced at first, but now it seems that we are really stupid."