Chapter 11 Black Market Insights

Author: drinking luck

Chapter 11 Black Market Insights

While they were chatting, the door of a nearby mansion opened, and a man wearing a company uniform and a woman wearing a white skirt came out. The man looked bright and well-dressed, with his oily head raised and his leather shoes shiny.

A blue line lit up on the woman's temple, and the blue light screen of the terminal flashed in front of her eyes. She was pointing at something with her white index finger.

The two of them greeted each other quickly.

"Mr. Wen, Miss Chen."

The man nodded casually, and the woman seemed to turn a deaf ear and continued to tinker with the light curtain in front of her, and the few of them said goodbye.

Ban Wen looked back at the two people's backs, with some complicated emotions surging in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Lin End said, turning back and glancing at Miss Chen quietly.

In the sunlight, her neck was slightly covered with down, which looked very nice.

"It's nothing." Ban Wen shook his head and whispered: "I just feel that these people from An Ning City have a condescending attitude, which makes me unhappy."

Lin En sighed and said bluntly:

"The customs in the city may be different from ours. I heard that they all live in pigeonholes. There are hundreds of people living in a building. Neighbors hardly bother to talk to each other, and they are no different from strangers.

How many."

Mr. Wen and Ms. Chen moved to the market just a few weeks ago. They are two distinguished programmers who belong to Grundfos.

In the eyes of everyone in the crossfire area, the profession of programmer is shrouded in mystery. The value of this job has almost reached the top level, and its status is close to that of a tribal priest in the wilderness era.

This is a career related to "computer".

Computers have been the backbone of almost the entire development of Anning City to this day, but the vast majority of residents in the crossfire area have never seen a complete computer in their lifetime.

The production of computers requires extremely high-precision production lines. These high-end machines are impossible to manufacture in the firefighting areas. Discarded computers are almost never thrown to the nail dock, but are digested in the shanty towns of Anning City.

It provides space for repairs, so if you want to buy a computer, you must import it from Anning City.

With this import, the price of things is more than one level higher.

Moreover, using computers also requires a certain level of knowledge. For people in the crossfire area, as long as they are alive every day, they have already tried their best. They do not have that much time to read and study, let alone use computers.

In the eyes of Lin En and Ban Wen, Mr. Wen is both from the city. He is backed by a behemoth in the city, has immeasurable network resources, and his dressing style and skin texture are also as impressive as gods.

People. Compared with other people, the people in the crossfire area who were washed away by acid rain all turned into ugly people.

In Miss Chen's eyes, the people in the crossfire area are just a group of indigenous people who have not been genetically modified.

There is no need to talk at all.

Saying goodbye to Ban Wen, Lin En walked onto the main road and finally squeezed through the bustling crowd and entered the tavern.

As soon as you enter the door,

The bold voice of the tavern owner lingered in my ears.

"Hey, Boss Lin, what kind of wind brings you here?"

The hunters in the tavern started shouting. Someone banged the heavy barrel of a gun on the table. Cup after cup of foaming beer was passed to Linn's mouth. This was today's special feature, called the Wine of Plenty and Victory.

The native products of the aborigines in the boundless wilderness.

Lin En took a sip and took a sip, nodded and said:

"Yes, today's wine is better than the one in the city bar."

The boss put his arm around Linn's shoulder blades and laughed happily. He really liked to compare his shop with the pubs in the city. Later, someone told him that the ones in the city were not called pubs, they called them bars.

Amid the noise of the crowd, Linn calmly walked into the basement of the tavern.

This tavern is not only used for drinking and sleeping, but also holds some trade fairs on a regular basis. Over time, it has also been called a black market. In recent years, the regulations on the export of goods in Anning City have been tightened repeatedly, so no matter what kind of goods, they can leave the city freely.

There are not many, so we can only engage in underground transactions through some hidden channels.

Even Mr. Wen and Miss Chen were able to leave the city because of the favor of Grundfos. They alone did not have the right to leave the city freely.

Today is the day when the tavern black market is held.

Lin En, wearing almost a full set of T2-level prosthetic frames, was not conspicuous among the black market customers.

There were all kinds of people here. There was even a burly man over two meters tall in the crowd, with his upper body naked and three ferocious thick scratches on his back. Lin En recognized him as an ace hunter. Among all the mercenaries,

He is also famous in the world, and this scar was left by fighting a mutated tiger with his bare hands in the wilderness.

Generally speaking, hunters refer specifically to a group of hunters active in the wilderness, and mercenaries have a much wider scope. They also do vendettas, revenge, and all kinds of things related to people.

Lin En's eyes suddenly lit up and he saw several familiar figures, and he quickly squeezed past.

The old hunter Edmund greeted Linn happily when he saw him. Next to him were several hunter apprentices who were selecting suitable crossbows and were busy lowering prices with the stall owners.

"Boss Lin, I wonder why you came to the black market?"

These days, Linn has provided quite a lot of firearms to the hunter group, so he has a great influence on this group.

He only recently learned that Edmund is actually an ace hunter and a man of his word among the hunter community. Although he is older now, he is also responsible for cultivating a new generation of hunters. With his prestige

Extremely high.

"I'm here to take a look."

Lin En laughed and walked over. He found that this stall not only sold bows and arrows, crossbows, but also firearms. He suddenly said with some confusion: "Now that we have guns, why do we still use crossbows? Aren't firearms more convenient?"

"Haha." Edmund explained with a smile, "Boss Lin, you don't understand this. Our line of work is different from those of mercenaries. If you go to the wilderness, you won't be able to come back for ten days and half a month.

"

"Although the gun is good, it costs too much to shoot every day. There are no weather conditions outside. The gun is also susceptible to moisture, and the maintenance cost is also higher."

Edmund explained, still not forgetting to extend an olive branch.

"How about it, Boss Lin, we are leaving for the wilderness right away today, how about you come with us this time?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. When we hunt down those monsters lurking in the fog, just stand behind us and watch."

"I can bring a few more senior hunters to protect you!"

The hunter group follows the same hierarchical system as the mercenary group, and is divided into trainee hunters, junior hunters, intermediate hunters, senior hunters, senior hunters and ace hunters.

Among them, the ace hunter cannot be selected unless he has decades of combat experience, is experienced in combat, and has extremely strong physical fitness.

"Haha." Lin En's face twitched, "Don't worry, I'm busy these days."

Finally, we found a relatively stable environment, and we wouldn't risk our lives even if we beat him to death.

The stall had a dazzling array of firearms, but one pistol with exquisite patterns caught Linn's attention.

The handle of the gun was ebony and stained with some dark red dried blood.

"Well"

Lin frowned, picked up the handful, and looked at it for a while.

"Haha, you have such a good sense!" the stall owner immediately said: "This gun just arrived from Nailhead Dock. Whether it is the craftsmanship or various parameters, it is much better than ordinary T2-level weapons."

"Recently, there have been a lot of homeless people from the old street in Nailhead Dock. They all have energy guns, and I don't know if they are suffering from pinkeye..."

Linn was silent.

He clearly recognized that this gun belonged to the old customer Yang Gui.
Chapter completed!