Start with a Mechanical Hunter

   Chapter 16 Gasoline Town

   Gasoline Town is undoubtedly the core of Motor City, but today's Gasoline Town has some small changes.

  The original empty gate has a few more inspectors from the security team.

What    examines is the prey of the mechanical hunter.

  The factory's military warehouse has been reopened, and some precious ordnance materials are also open for sale; as a price, every mechanical hunter must bring back an E-level radiation beast corpse every day.

  What should I do if there is no harvest, then I'm sorry, I can't enter Gasoline Town.

  In this radiation zone, there is only one fate without supplies—death.

   "Look again, look carefully! This is the tail needle of a self-exploding scorpion, a standard E-class beast corpse."

   "What about other parts of it?" the inspector said indifferently, both of his arms were replaced with mechanical hands, and he was repeatedly inspecting the prey.

   "The blood of a self-exploding scorpion is all flammable chemical liquids. It would be nice if I could keep a tail needle in it before it exploded." A mechanical hunter with a metal skull said with wide-eyed eyes.

   The inspector groaned.

   "Let me see." A figure came over.

   "Okay, team leader."

   The inspector stepped aside and gave his seat to a young man dressed in a military uniform. This young man is highly mechanized, and his exposed neck has been transformed into a mechanical body.

   Zhao He just glanced at it, then sneered and said: "The tail needle of the self-exploding scorpion is equivalent to a detonator. Tell me, the self-exploding scorpion you killed has exploded, and there is no trace of the explosion on the tail needle."

   The metal head was just about to quibble, when the two heavy robots guarding the door, one left and one right, took him directly out of the door, and then threw him out.

  The metal skull was furious and scolded: "You are begging Lao Tzu to hunt down the radiation beasts, without us, can you people be peaceful?"

boom!

   Zhao He didn't talk nonsense at all, he directly pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the opponent's head.

   The metal skull head slammed back and fell to the ground, no longer alive.

   The complexion of the surrounding mechanical hunters changed, and their palms subconsciously pressed on the weapons.

   Zhao He calmly said: "Mechanical hunters sweeping the herds of beasts is what it should be. In the military supply warehouse, the corpses of the hunted beasts can even be directly exchanged for materials."

   "With such generous treatment, if you don't work hard, you are not qualified to live in this oasis."

   Zhao He swept his eyes coldly, and no one dared to look directly at him.

   "Remember, mechanical hunters are a bunch of shameless scumbags. If they encounter such unidentified prey in the future, they will never pass!"

   "Yes, team leader!"

   Shortly after Zhao She left, a tattered off-road vehicle drove to the gate of Gasoline Town, looked at the colleagues who were honestly queuing up, stunned for a moment, and said:

   "It's strange to be so obedient."

   Soon, the prosecutors found the senior engineer.

   "The prey is in the back, go and see for yourself."

   An inspector was about to go to inspect when he was stopped by another colleague and said, "No need for this, let it go."

  The senior worker grinned, put his index fingers and middle fingers together, raised them to the other side, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

   "Why, didn't Team Leader Zhao just say—"

   "This man is different, he is a senior hunter."

   "So what?" The man was a little unconvinced.

   The other person shook his head and said, "Let's not mention anything else, this week alone, this person hunted a total of 30 E-class beasts. Do you think he will have no harvest today?"

   "30, so many, he's the only one!?"

   The prosecutors were very surprised. You must know that an armed squad of a security regiment may not have so many prey in a week.

   "He is a lone wolf, has no partner, and has always been alone. This kind of master is different from those rookies, and he is the object of our win."

  The man paused and said: "Soon, a small herd of beasts will flow here, and he is very useful."

   The prosecutor nodded thoughtfully.

  Senior roams the town of Gasoline in his battered off-road vehicle.

  The visible depression of gasoline town went down.

   After all, most of the consumers are still floating outside.

   drove all the way to the Rose Gasoline Bar, only to find that the door was closed, he honked the horn to Littlefinger, who was squatting on the front teeth and smoking.

   Littlefinger glanced at him, but he didn't see anything, and sat directly in the co-pilot.

   "During the war, bars are not allowed to open," Littlefinger sighed, popping the cigarette **** out the window.

"normal."

   "But the munitions depot provides alcohol service."

   "It seems to be a related household," the senior engineer took out a cigarette case and gave the other party one.

   "They won't be able to seal it for long!" Littlefinger said disdainfully, "Our local business cannot be overrun by one or two dragons."

   "What about you, the war has begun, isn't it a good opportunity for a prosthetic doctor like you to make a fortune?"

   "Hey, don't mention it," Littlefinger pulled out a medal with an unfortunate face, with an electrified metal head engraved on it.

   "The medal of the security regiment, so you've been recruited? Congratulations," the senior worker gloated: "It looks like you'll be on the front line soon."

   "It doesn't matter if you don't have oil and water, but you still have to die!" Littlefinger said with grief and indignation, "If I knew I would end up like this, I shouldn't have left the other side of freedom!"

   "Beyond Freedom, are you not from the city that never sleeps?"

   Littlefinger, who knew that he had leaked his tongue, looked stiff, and quickly changed the subject, saying, "What are you doing in the bar?"

The    senior engineer smiled and said, "This car is not very good. I will ask Sister Rose to see if there is any way to get the military armored car."

   "Sister Rose is not here, and the military armored vehicle is very expensive. Don't even think about it without six-digit mechanical coins. Do you have the money?"

   "I don't want the original one, but the second-hand one will do."

   "I'm talking about second-hand prices."

   "Tsk."

   Seeing the senior engineer looking at him strangely, Littlefinger's expression changed: "Don't look at me, I don't have a car, and I won't lend you money."

   "I didn't borrow money from you, I want to talk to you about a business."

  In the end, Littlefinger was moved by the "new surgical plan" in the mouth of Gao Gong.

  Although he didn't think the other party would come up with a second surgical plan in such a short period of time, with the idea of ​​seeing what the other party was doing when he was idle, Littlefinger still took him to his own black shop.

   "Pointing to the doctor."

   "Go away!"

   Littlefinger pushed the soldier at the door with a dark face, and walked into the door with a sullen look.

   The soldiers of the two security regiments looked at each other and shrugged.

  Prosthetic doctors are high-tech talents after all, and they are not the same treatment as mechanical hunters.

   "Excuse me, let let."

  The senior engineer followed closely, and an indescribable stench emanated from the sack in his hand.

   The soldier was about to speak, but the senior engineer had already pushed in and locked the door.

"How to do?"

   "Open one eye and close the other."

  The senior engineer swept around, in addition to the operating table he returned, there were at least a dozen high-tech surgical equipment, and nodded with satisfaction.

   "I need a protein extractor and a plasmolysis machine."

   The former is responsible for extracting special proteins in the worm glands, and the latter is responsible for transferring metal antibodies from the proteins.

The    operation is not complicated - if you know the recipe.

   "What are you doing? Come and help me."

   "You want me to beat you up?" Littlefinger pointed at himself, his face full of disbelief.

   "Well, move me a stool by the way."

   "If you can't get anything out of it, I'll find someone to kill you!" Littlefinger gritted his teeth.

   After half an hour—

   "Impossible, impossible, how did you do it? You actually stopped it!"

  The little finger used a microscope to observe the changes in the cells. When the radio waves swept through the cells, antibodies were obviously produced.

   And the senior engineer is much simpler.

   System panel explains everything.

  [A biological injection, which has the effect of a similar electromagnetic shielding coating]

   "Do you know what this means?" Littlefinger turned his head sharply, staring at him.

   "Means that mechanical hunters no longer have to worry about being caught in close quarters."

   "Means that the classical style of mechanical hunting will rise again."

   "Meaning, in a way, we're going to change the course of desert warfare."

   "It also means I'm going to get rich."

  The senior worker shrugged, "At least he has money to buy a car."

   Littlefinger's face was red, he kept walking around, his mouth kept moving, but he couldn't hear what he said.

The    senior engineer couldn't help interrupting, "I advise you not to think too much."

   "What do you mean! Do you want to swallow it alone?" Littlefinger said angrily, "Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?"

   "Uh, no, no."

The    senior worker touched his nose and said, "The biggest problem is that the raw materials are hard to find. A desert worm only has one gland, and one gland can only extract one potion at most."

   "That is to say, this thing cannot be mass-produced in a short time."

   "Desert worms, desert worms, you must immediately notify the people below to catch the worms, all the worms! It's gone if it's too late!"

   "However, although it cannot be mass-produced, for the masters of mechanical hunters, they absolutely know the value of this aspect, and they don't mind spending a lot of money to buy one to save their lives."

   "Yes, although these masters are willing to please me, it is extremely difficult for them to do things for us wholeheartedly."

   Littlefinger patted the table top and said excitedly: "With this thing, these people are not up to us!"

   As long as these masters shine in the next hunting missions, it will naturally lead to the revival of classical mechanical hunters.

  The senior engineer once said that he would drive the upsurge of cold weapon hunting, but he was not just talking about it.

   (end of this chapter)