Chapter 711: Camp
"Future plan?" Hao Ren turned to look at Ulanov strictly speaking to look at the other side of the helmet mask. "I really didn't think about it. △, take a step and look at it. A place where you can settle down."
Ulanov snorted a few times in his throat and whispered a question: "Where did your combat skills come from?"
He originally thought that Hao Ren was just a nervous civilian, a rich man who lacked common knowledge of waste soil, but after seeing the other's fighting skills, he still had a strong interest in Hao Ren's origin. In the absence of various biochemical modifications and electronic aids, it is possible to have more combat power than regular soldiers, which is very rare even in the absence of zones. Feeling the curious sight of the other party from behind the mask, Hao Ren slightly turned his head: "I used to fight before, so don't ask why."
"Is also a mercenary?" Ulanov looked up and looked at Hao Ren. "The temperament of your body is not like the regular army."
"Okay," Hao Ren whispered, and ended the topic by helping the blond girl around her comb the hair. "I don't want to talk about the past."
Karl, who was sitting across from the carriage and silent, suddenly screamed with a rough voice: "Ulanov, there are too many words."
The armored trucks marched in the deserted and vast wilderness, and the traces of man-made buildings finally appeared again in front. Hao Ren saw through the side windows that the roads had turned into concrete floors, and the street lights and utility poles that were slanting and incomplete were flashing from the window from time to time. A feeling of returning to human society came to the fore. A screen in front of the car suddenly illuminates, showing the sight in front of it, and the buildings at the end of the road are shadowy and seemingly factory-like. There are also many huge chimneys that are emerging from the buildings, and between the tall buildings are filled with simple houses like bricks.
The entire building was enveloped in a smog. The smoke rises from the top of the market town to the same gray roof, as the whole world is blackened by those factories. Ulanov saw this scene subconsciously coughing twice: "Cough... It will be uncomfortable to watch it for a few times."
"Can you still feel the smog now?" The maids in the same company laughed. "They have long been replaced with plastic?"
"Vanissa, don't talk, no one will take you as a dumb," Ulanov glanced at the other person through the mask, then turned to Hao Ren. "The front is part of Black Street. Black Street basically relies on these factories to maintain They provide power and products to the zero city, and the hard work of the black street is in exchange for food and fatal drugs. To be honest, this place is not suitable for you, the rich people live, you are better to go to the zero city. After all, you are not Lack of money."
"Stay in the black street, and soon you will lose even your money," said Vanessa's unrestrained maids, who screamed Hao Ren. "You can't help but black street." Rules, you are a simple-minded guy, and there are tens of thousands of ways to count you."
Hao Ren shrugged, and it seems that his image in the eyes of this sister is basically a model of personal silly money, but he did not explain anything, just looking at the nearby building that is getting closer: "Black Street ...not a block?"
"Of course not." Ulanov shook his head. "But many people who come for the first time will misunderstand and there is no way. Black Street is a big market town, almost the same size as a city, just because it was originally The neighborhood was expanded. People here used to call it Black Street. Before the war, this place was called Xinzhou City... but now there are not many people who remember this place name."
"Only the old man will remember this kind of thing," Vanessa opened her arm and leaned against the seat, looking up at the carport. “Xinzhou City, Rift Valley City. Pearl City... Anka New City can only be seen in the history books. And it is not allowed to even have the 'history book' things that should be extinct. Who cares now? This one."
“Zero City and Black Street are not far away,” Ulanov said to Hao Ren. “Our station is on the edge of Black Street and can take you to the vicinity of the zero-city level. Then you have to rely on yourself.”
Hao Ren didn't answer immediately, and he thought about his own affairs. But when Nolan's voice suddenly came from the front: "If there is no place to go, it is OK to go to us temporarily."
“Hmmm?” Hao Ren looked up puzzled at the back of Nolan in the cab. “Let me get in?”
“Zero city is safer, but it may not be suitable for you,” Nolan said faintly. “You will be taken away from all the property in exchange for a few years of 'civil rights', and then you can only rely on the city committee to be a horse. To survive, the place is really safe, but there is nothing but security. I see you like this... I should not like this kind of life, otherwise you will not run out of the comfortable natural city."
After discovering that Hao Ren was actually a fighting force, the mercenary leader had a good grasp, which was a normal reaction, especially when her team urgently needed to add new people. However, although Hao Ren wanted to investigate the situation in the world, but did not intend to join any group to constrain his actions, he declined to say: "Forget it, I am not interested in being a soldier."
"Oh, is it?" Nolan said casually, and then there was no more.
"But I will have no place to go for a while," Hao Ren thought, feeling at least a place to stay. "I am going to stay with you for the time being? Of course, I pay."
When he said this, he thought that the mercenaries would not be willing to let people enter their own places. I didn’t expect Nolan to promise it very well: "It’s okay to live for a few days, and I don’t need your money to save you. When I have a life, I will repay it."
Hao Ren was a little surprised: "Where do you stay in the military station? Do you have to review and examine the identity of outsiders?"
Nolan raised his hand and shook his head near the front window of the carriage: "Do you want to live here?"
"Of course."
"Do you want to kill me?"
"I want to kill you?"
"The review is over."
Hao Ren: "..."
"How do you think you have to review?" Nolan's voice is still dull, but this time with a slight banter, "Writing a copy of the identity form? Check your documents? Go to the citizen system to find your criminal record? Let's save it, forget it, it's impossible to bring it here. It's a lot of people who want to survive. No one cares what you used to do, as long as you don't plan to lick my knife behind it, even if it is temporary."
Hao Ren stunned and found that he had settled in the world in a short time. It was a bit unreal.
Nolan didn't talk anymore, just continued to drive safely. Soon, the armored truck arrived at the level of Black Street and came to an old barracks after passing several guard posts.
Hao Ren picked up the data terminal (the corpse state) and jumped out of the mercenary behind him. When he first came out, he was coughed up by the dirty air around him: the air quality in this place is even worse than the previous city ruins. It seems that the entire black street is covered with a piece of smoke. After he coughed, he licked his mouth and felt that the air in this place was quite chewy...
There were scattered soldiers on the open space between the barracks, and some buildings were painted with inferior paint on the outer wall of the gray fox. This is the station where Nolan is a small force. Although there are guard posts around the camp, there is still no tension and serious atmosphere of "military heavy land". It is not so much a military base as an armed camp.
When fighting is no longer a distant thing, but becomes the daily life of everyone, the scene that is probably produced is just like this.
Two mercenaries like commanders came forward to greet Nolan. Nolan spoke a few words with them, mentioning the ambushes and losses that occurred today, and then dragging the body of Heaton out: "put He dries, hangs at the intersection outside, and squirts the gray fox's mark. I don't want to see the guys bought by the Rangers anymore, even if they are relying on other mercenary groups, no more than this. More stupid."
The two officers immediately ordered the soldiers to work. Before the body of Heaton was pushed away, Nolan bent down and regretted the traitor who had collapsed his face. "What a pity, you used to be a The poet, this time it has become like this..."
Hao Ren was shocked by the cold and ruthless qualities that Nolan had at a young age. At this time, it was strange: "Is there a poet in this era?"
Ulanov sullenly explained: "The boss occasionally said something inexplicable. Shedden grew up in a slum, how can he write poetry?"
Hao Ren snorted, Nolan also just turned his head: "Okay, go back to rest, you... Hao Ren is right, you go with Ulanov, he has a room next door, it used to be Heaton. I am giving it to you now."
Hao Ren nodded and turned to be ready to leave, but Ulanov couldn't help it: "I don't mind multiple people in the next room, but... many bodies are different."
Hao Ren: "..."
He looked down at his arms, and the data terminal that turned into a corpse was still the look of a dead end, with no signs of rejuvenation.
Of course, biologically speaking, the situation of "she" is really impossible to move. (To be continued...)